"Do you think that short man's words are credible?" On Jiming Mountain, two handsome-looking and slender men slowly stepped into Jiming Temple, one of them was more feminine, and the other was slightly masculine. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe two of them walked in the direction of Guanyin Hall without stopping, but their destination was not Guanyin Hall, but a former meditation room not far from Guanyin Hall.

"If you believe it, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you will not!" replied in a soft, feminine voice.

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Do you believe it, Mr. Lu, or don't you believe it?" Hearing the feminine man's answer, the questioner couldn't help but laugh.

"Seven points for sure!" replied the feminine man after some thought. These two people are Lu Tingxuan, the fierce dragon who crossed the river from Hangzhou City, and his number one doorman. Since the group of people went down to Xuanwu Lake, there was no movement for seven days, and Mr. Lu couldn't sit still, so he went to meet the mysterious dwarf who was imprisoned by him once, and after asking a few questions, the whole person became gloomy. He left the rest of his subordinates and rushed to the Jiming Temple with only one person on the left and right.

"Then what would you do if it was just what the dwarf said?" After listening to Lu Tingxuan's words, he immediately frowned, and after throwing out the question, he stared at Lu Tingxuan, waiting for him to answer.

"What do you think?" Lu Tingxuan stopped, tilted his head and asked casually. Then stared left and right as well, waiting for his answer.

"Do you really want to do this?" After listening to Lu Tingxuan's words, and then looking at his expression, his heart couldn't help but tremble, with his relationship with Lu Tingxuan during this time, he didn't dare to say that he understood this person, but he also had a seven-point understanding of him, although Lu Tingxuan looked like nothing now, but from his body, he saw a strong murderous aura left and right! This made the left and right feel inexplicably frightened, because he had been in contact with him for so long, he knew that Lu Tingxuan was a person who was good at hiding himself, he had never seen Lu Tingxuan with a trace of murderous aura, or anger, today's Lu Tingxuan was very different, as if he had been stepped on the bottom line.

"Let's go!" Lu Tingxuan smiled slightly, and restrained the murderous aura on his body again. Then he ignored the left and right, and walked forward on his own. Shaking his head left and right, he followed.

In the small meditation room next to the Guanyin Hall, an old monk wearing a shabby capital robe soaked a pot of hot dragon wells, and then stood at the door of the meditation room with his hands folded, as if waiting for someone. After a while, two young men came into his eyes one after the other.

"The benefactor is here. When the young man who walked in front of him came to the front and back of the meditation room, the old monk immediately folded his hands and saluted him.

"I've seen the master!" Lu Tingxuan immediately returned the salute, the two who were originally very familiar with each other, but at this moment, they had their own thoughts, but they became polite.

"Please sit down inside the benefactor, the old man has already made your favorite Longjing tea for you!" the old monk said hello, and then walked back to the meditation room.

"The master knows I'm coming?" followed the old monk into the meditation room, and after taking a seat, Lu Tingxuan looked at the old monk suspiciously and asked.

"How do you say that, as the saying goes, what should come will always come, right?" the old monk said with a slight smile, then lifted the teapot and poured half a cup of tea into the teacup in front of Lu Tingxuan. Lu Tingxuan picked up the teacup and tasted the tea slowly, and at this time, he came to the meditation room left and right.

"This must be the heir of the Zuo family, right?" Seeing the left and right walking into the meditation room, the old monk beckoned.

"On the left and right, I don't dare to be any Zuo, just an ordinary person. Left and right hurriedly saluted the old monk in return.

"Sit down. The old monk waved his hand, motioned for him to sit down left and right, and then began to pour tea for the left and right. Sit down left and right and drink tea with Lu Tingxuan.

"I heard that Zuo's painters are superb, unparalleled in the world, and Lao Ge has lived for a hundred years in this life, and he has never witnessed Zuo's handwriting. After the old monk put down the teapot, he sighed.

"It's just a vain name, painting for hundreds of years is still painting ghosts and demons, this can't escape the shackles of aiding and abetting abuse!" said after drinking the tea in the cup and putting the teacup on the table. His sentence of aiding and abusive was obviously ironic about Lu Tingxuan and himself who were sitting next to him, but Lu Tingxuan didn't care, and continued to drink tea slowly, as if he hadn't heard this.

"The little donor is too modest!" the old monk smiled slightly, filled the two empty teacups again, and then said, "When the old man was young, he had not yet fallen into the dragon gate, and he was quite interested in calligraphy and painting at that time, and he had always hoped to be able to witness Zuo's handwriting one day, but he had never met Zuo's family, so this long-cherished wish has not been realized. After the old monk finished speaking, he looked left and right with longing in his eyes.

After listening to the old monk's request, he was a little embarrassed, he glanced at Lu Tingxuan sideways, if it was usual, he would definitely agree, but now Lu Tingxuan is his master, and he is accompanying Lu Tingxuan on this trip today, so he must ask for his consent to make a decision.

"Let's draw!" Lu Tingxuan took a sip of tea and said in a deep voice.

"Then the blessing of the Lord Lu, the old man's lifelong wish can finally be fulfilled before he dies!" the old monk said with a smile, then stood up and walked to the back of the meditation room to get pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Rolled up his sleeves left and right and began to paint, Lu Tingxuan and the old monk stood aside and waited quietly. (To be continued.) )