"If the foreseeable future can be changed, if the way of heaven has been determined, then it is impossible for any living being to deduce. Lin Fangge seemed to know what Jiang Dongyu was thinking, and said, he handed Jiang Dongyu a recorder, "If you encounter a catastrophe in the future, you can blow this flute, as long as you are still in the Eastern Wilderness region, I can know, but although the four realms belong to the same one, but they are opposed to each other, if I interfere with the painter's path as a violinist, it will mess up your ink in the future, so you can't play this flute as a last resort." ”

Jiang Dongyu nodded, although he can't understand all of Lin Fangge's words now, he can roughly understand that there are four ways of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, which makes Jiang Dongyu really begin to realize what kind of existence the Qiankun painter is, the peak Qiankun painter can be juxtaposed with the Shenyin master, with the immortal king as a servant, how terrifying this is, among the four paths, who is the king in the second way of chess and calligraphy, these even Lin Fangge does not understand.

Jiang Dongyu left Qinyin Lin, he wanted to wait for Su Qingrou to wake up, but Lin Fangge told him that Su Qingrou was being renewed by the Seven Emotions Song, entering the Qin Dao, fighting in a dream, and he couldn't wake up in three years.

In Hengyue City, there is a teahouse, famous arts, there are only seven Accords in the art teahouse, you can chant poetry and listen to music, you can drink tea and enjoy flowers, there are famous pavilion beauties, there are talented ink customers, the cost of each Accord is a sky-high price, and each has its own characteristics, and in recent days, the seventh Accord has been renamed from the original Jingxin Pavilion to the Painting Pavilion, in just three months, the Painting Pavilion has become the subject of frequent discussion among the upper class nobles in Hengyue City.

Among them, it is difficult to find a seat in the painting pavilion, only once a week, especially the painting pavilion master has a strange personality, there are wealthy giants who were thrown out of the painting pavilion by him, and there are also poor scholars who were invited by him to enter the painting pavilion, some people have speculated that the painting pavilion master is close to the people and hates the rich, but it is not, I heard that he talked very happily with the young master of the Star King's Mansion.

"Guess who will enter the painting pavilion this time, is it the little princess of the Duanmu family or the little general of Tianbo Mansion?" In the pavilion of the West Mansion, the dignitaries and dignitaries discussed, obviously this was a topic of great interest to them.

"Heh, I guess it's the little prince of the Star King's Mansion, he has already entered the pavilion three times. ”

"This is not necessarily, Ouyang Chi gave a painting of the Pavilion Master to someone else, which made the Pavilion Master very dissatisfied. ”

When everyone is also cloudy, the door of the painting pavilion opens, and a tall man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes enters it, in the painting pavilion, there are male cultivators and women weaving pictures on the walls of the four walls, the emperor ascends the throne map, the ten thousand beasts return to the mountain, and the immortals go west, all of which are wall paintings.

Yang Shikai looked at these wall paintings and nodded secretly, he was born in Jiangmen, but he can still understand the quality of a painting.

"Sit. The voice of the master of the pavilion came from inside the screen, and in the pavilion, there was a wooden table with a tea set on it.

Yang Shikai sat at the table, brewing the fine Guilin black flower tea, and said, "Won't the pavilion master come out to see it?"

"Have you heard of anyone who has seen me? Tell me, what are you asking for a painting? The Pavilion Master said.

Yang Shikai frowned slightly, he really hadn't heard of anyone who had seen the true face of the Pavilion Master, but it was rumored to be extremely powerful, even the owner of the Art Teahouse was very polite to him.

"On my grandfather's birthday, I want to ask for a painting as a birthday gift. ”

After Yang Shikai finished speaking, he saw that the black shadow behind the screen began to ink, his movements were very slow, every move was so natural, when the master of the painting pavilion began to lift the pen, the screen in front of Yang Shikai disappeared, he appeared in a white world, a drop of ink appeared in the white world, gradually dispersed, the white paper was stained, the world appeared vibrant, a forest appeared, a person held a big bow, an arrow was shot, the bluestone exploded, and a fierce figure appeared.

"Purple Cloud Spotted Tiger!" Yang Shikai exclaimed, this is a blue jade-level fierce beast, and who is the person holding the big bow, who is slightly similar to his grandfather, but much younger.

The Purple Cloud Spotted Tiger roared, opened its bloody mouth and pounced on the man, the young man with the big bow put away his longbow, and a few dodged across the bushes to hide, he was like a seasoned hunter, a poisonous snake waiting for the opportunity, and a single arrow was shot, and the Purple Cloud Spotted Tiger immediately went in the direction where the young man with the big bow was hiding, but what was waiting for him was the three arrows that chased him.

One arrow was in front, and two arrows came out in unison, and the finished word blocked all the retreat of the Purple Cloud Spotted Tiger.

The Purple Cloud Spotted Tiger was disdainful, he dodged two arrows, although he was hit by one arrow, but what, it was not enough to seriously injure him, and he was about to tear apart the person in front of him.

However, in the next second, the Purple Cloud Spotted Tiger was like ten thousand arrows piercing through the heart, and thousands of piercings appeared on its body.

"Soul Chasing Arrow!" Yang Shikai finally knew who this person was, it was his grandfather when he was young, the Soul Chasing Arrow only had the arrow intent and no arrow shape, and it was impossible to prevent it, the purple cloud spotted tiger did not see the arrow, but was killed by the arrow, and died of an unknown death, so he chased the soul for his life!

The screen appeared, Yang Shikai bowed deeply to the master of the painting pavilion, what he got was not only a picture scroll, but also the life-killing soul-chasing arrow, reproducing the martial arts in the painting, Yang Shikai finally began to gradually comprehend the essence of life-killing soul-chasing, which was priceless to him.

A picture scroll flew out from behind the screen, Yang Shikai took it, his mood was complicated, he looked at the screen, bowed down and said: "Since Mr. Xiao doesn't want to see it, Yang doesn't dare to force it, and I feel deeply honored to have Mr. Xiao paint it." ”

"You say I'm a little gentleman, how can I judge?" the Pavilion Master chuckled, and behind the screen, he could be seen cleaning up the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table.

"Although Hengyue City is not as good as the Imperial City, it is also a relatively prosperous big city, in Haichuan, except for the great painter Tang Wenshan and the little Mr. Jiang Dongyu, I have never heard of anyone who can bring people into the world of painting, Master Tang cannot come here, and all I can think of is the little gentleman who has been missing for a long time. Yang Shikai said, but even so, he still couldn't determine the identity of the master of the painting pavilion, it was impossible for Tang Wenshan to come to the art teahouse to sell paintings, is it possible for Mr. Xiao?

The Pavilion Master laughed loudly and pushed open the screen, revealing his true face.

"Do you still think I'm a little gentleman?"

Yang Shikai looked shocked, what an ugly face he saw, the hideous beast scales were irregular on his face, and the blood lines spread from the chin to the neck were invisible, a monster's face, is this Mr. Xiao? It is rumored that Mr. Xiao has a beautiful appearance and has the reputation of the first prince of the Imperial City, why has he become like this now.

Jiang Dongyu's expression was indifferent, in addition to making his humanity gradually lost, his appearance has also been affected, he is becoming more and more like a fierce beast, only painting all day long can alleviate the erosion of the dragon king's consciousness, experience the red dust, and talk to people who love painting, so that he can be calm.

He didn't dare to mention this matter to others, and Yang said goodbye. ”

When Yang Shikai left the painting pavilion, he was suddenly asked by a wealthy man in the same company, but he only shook his head.

"The master of the painting pavilion should be a real master, but I didn't have the opportunity to see his true face. Yang Shikai said with emotion, indeed, he didn't see Jiang Dongyu's true face.

Soon, Yang Shikai's words spread throughout Hengyue City, some people disdain the master of the painting pavilion, thinking that it is pretentious, but the people who have entered the painting pavilion are full of praise for it, there have been people in the west pavilion to mock the pavilion, was known by the little prince of the Xingwang Mansion, was actually discounted legs, since then, the pavilion has been shrouded in a veil of mystery, and the inscription poems of the pavilion have also been circulated among the literati and elegant guests.

"Leaning on the roots of the tree by the single-plank bridge, the ancient vine is in the shade and the king and grandson. How much do you know about white clouds and mangroves, and chickens and dogs come from a village. ”

"Mangrove trees, green mountains, flying white clouds, and saddle horses stepping on the sun. Looking at the prospect, good poetry is difficult to win, and it is annoying to be annoyed if you can't refine words. ”

"The peach blossom waves are warm and brocade layers, and the diligent fisherman is not down. I am afraid that there will be carp scales and armor changes, and Longmen will be soaring in March. These poems were sorted out by people with a heart and made into a collection of poems, and each painting of the pavilion master had an inscription poem, but there were very few people who could see all the scrolls.

The owner of the art teahouse is a congenital martial artist, surnamed Zhang, named Xingde, today, he came to the front of the painting pavilion, moving back and forth but did not knock on the door.

"What is the owner struggling with, please come in. ”

The door of the painting pavilion opened, Zhang Xingde took a deep breath and entered the pavilion.

"Are you still used to living here these days?" asked Zhang Xingde.

"Why should the owner beat around the bush, he can say it bluntly. Jiang Dongyu walked out of the screen, he was wearing clean white clothes, as if spotless, his fingers were slender, better than the woman's hands, but the hideous face made the two incompatible, he didn't need to hide it from Zhang Xingde, when he came out of the Qinyin Forest, he had not yet arrived in Hengyue City, outside the city, he had a ferocious attack, met Zhang Xingde, and almost took his life.

"On that day, I lost my mind, it was you who splashed the ancient tea of Canaan Mountain on my face, so that I could return, after I fell into a coma, you brought me to this art teahouse, every day with soothing incense to help me calm my mind, open a painting pavilion for me, help me cultivate my self-cultivation, you said that you are willing to help me because of the brush in my hand, I didn't believe it, but after staying in the art teahouse for three days, I believed, the owner of the museum is a true temperament, the tea pavilion Accord beauty pavilion plus four pavilions, just as the literati have solar terms, heart to heart, the owner of the museum is now divided, is to see the outside. Jiang Dongyu's words made Zhang Xingde's expression relaxed, yes, after learning Jiang Dongyu's identity, he was out of sight, Mr. Xiao, Ling Juehou, the youngest overlord in history, these titles made Zhang Xingde have scruples in his heart, and now Zhang Xingde knows that Jiang Dongyu is just a painter and a person in the art.

"Duanmu Changqing has a great kindness to me, he hopes that you can teach his daughter to draw, I want to repay his kindness, so I came to beg you. Zhang Xingde said, looking solemn.

"You are the owner of the Art Teahouse, no matter how the outside world rumors about me, everyone thinks that I need to be ordered by you, and they think that if you ask me to speak, then you will not be able to repay this kindness. ”

"Returning the favor is just for peace of mind, I don't need what others think of me. Zhang Xingde replied, outsiders don't know how big it is to let Jiang Dongyu teach painting, but he knows that only if Jiang Dongyu agrees, then his kindness will be returned, but it is unknown whether the Duanmu family will think so, people are often sophistication, you thought that this love was worth a thousand gold, but in the eyes of others, it may be just a penny, and the payment behind you is something that others will never see, but if you only seek peace of mind, then it is enough.

"Okay, I promise you. Jiang Dongyu took a sip of the osmanthus black tea brewed by Zhang Xingde, and said with a seemingly vicious but simple smile, "Good tea!"