"Hey, wake up. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Liang Lan hurriedly stepped forward to help the unquit monk, stretched out his hand to investigate, and his snort was quite stable, so he was relieved.

The Buddha beads that were not ordinary things rolled to the corner of the wall, Liang Lan got up to pick them up, and in the corner, he found another object.

A carved and embroidered bird's bag.

Liang Lan pulled the mouth of the bag, with the body that is now comparable to a third-grade master, he can't pull this thing.

Could it be the kind of storage bag that can only be opened with True Qi?

Liang Lan figured out the joints, no longer used brute force, and his mind probed into it, and the bag that was not moving like a mountain was opened lightly at this time, and there was a hole in it, about the size of a small half a room, and a lot of objects were placed.

Sure enough, it was the storage bag of the immortal cultivator, Liang Lan pondered, this thing was very precious, and he didn't know how the blue-faced demon got it.

After a cursory look, most of them were women's objects, and there were a small number of pill treasures scattered around, thinking that they were obtained by people like Wang Zifu before, and the painted skin magic weapon was displayed in the middle.

No wonder this painting skin disappeared during the fight, it turned out that she was hidden here.

Liang Lan closed the storage bag and put it in her arms.

This demon was repelled by the Buddha beads, and he lost the storage bag in a hurry without knowing it. This thing must be very important to her, and if she turns back, it will be very difficult to deal with. It's better to get out of this courtyard as soon as possible and make another plot.

Liang Lan made up her mind, picked up the monk on her back, and left quickly.

……

After a while, a gust of yin wind blew in, and under the bleak moonlight, the bloodied blue-faced demon stood outside the window, looking stunned.

"Where's my bag, my bag...... Where's the tip? ”

She walked into the house, her eyes couldn't stop searching, her own strength was only the peak of the 'Yin God', and she had not advanced to the 'transformation', she could turn into a beautiful woman, relying on the painted skin that she had luckily stolen from that terrible prison, in addition, there were several magical pills that assisted her cultivation.

Both are extremely important to her. Relying on them, she has the opportunity to enter the 'transformation', kill the bastard who abandoned herself from the beginning to become what she is now, and take revenge!

How can you not have a painted skin?

How can there be no elixir?

Even though she was deeply afraid of the power of the Buddha beads, she still had to come. It's just that I've searched all over the courtyard, how can there be a shadow of a trick?

The blue-faced demon's eyes burst into a crazy look, and something suddenly came to mind.

It was the scholar with the sword, it was him, it was he who took my bag......

Give me back the tips!

The green-faced demon exuded a fierce resentment around him, and the flowers around him withered when he touched it.

……

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The county seat, Qian Xuezheng is on the house.

It was late at night, but the hall was still brightly lit.

The guards are guarding the door, and no one is allowed to disturb them, and there can be no mistake in the enrollment of Nishan Academy.

Qian Juyi ordered someone to bring tea and pastries, put them on the table, and stepped forward to greet Kong Erren, who was still reading the papers carefully.

"Shaw, Xingrui, come over for some pastries and rest."

Kong Yun looked back and smiled: "Thank you for your hospitality, there are still three exam papers now, and wait a minute, Xingrui and I will complete the review soon." ”

Qian Juyi saw that he was happy, and asked with a smile: "Yifu, it seems that the results of this selection are not bad?" ”

Kong Yun laughed, lowered his head and continued to look at the papers: "You are a good learner and persuasive, although there are still two exam papers left, but the top two tonight have been decided, and they are all manufacturable." ”

Qian Juyi got up, walked over to check, and saw that the two volumes were listed separately and placed on the table.

The test title is: Tibetan Ancient Temple in the Deep Mountains.

In the first picture, the old monk stood in the temple, looking out by the railing, and in the distance was the endless shadow of the mountains and forests. With the help of vista depiction, people directly realize that the ancient temple is between layers of mountains.

The angle is ingenious, and it does have the qualifications to enter Nishan Academy.

Qian Juyi stroked his beard, put down the scroll, and picked up the second one to look at it.

There is no ancient temple on the picture, only deep mountains, faintly visible mountain paths, a low peak, birds and birds are frightening, but there is a spirit monkey standing on the tree and looking into the distance, showing piety. It is reminiscent of the ancient temples hidden in the mountains.

The idea is extraordinary, Qian Juyi carefully examines it, his intuitive pen is round, and his depiction is delicate, and he is well deserved to be selected as the first person by Kong Tuesday.

Kong Yun saw Qian Juyi put down the two scrolls and asked, "What does Brother Qian think?" ”

Qian Juyi smiled: "Sure enough, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the future is terrifying." ”

But I was a little curious, I don't know which of Liang Lan's paintings will be?

……

Zhou Xingrui was still reading the papers there, but he was a little interested.

The exam paper was divided into two groups, he and Kong Yun each had half of them, and now the two excellent picture scrolls are from Kong Yun's group, he reviewed it for a long time, but he didn't see any good seedlings. I can't help but feel a little sad in my heart.

Turning to the penultimate exam paper, I was even more angry.

What the hell is this, the picture is east and west, scribbling indiscriminately, it's really ridiculous and generous.

He didn't know that this was because of Liang Wenyan's arm injury, he just felt that this son was so light, and after the ranking was set, he must ask who painted this painting, and then reprimand it in person.

Thinking like this in his heart, Zhou Xingrui took away this paper, which was also the last paper of this exam.

I didn't think there would be any surprises, but who would have thought that this last painting was the real finale.

Zhou Xingrui's eyes lit up and praised: "This is Kuiyuan's work." ”

"Oh?"

Kong Yun and Qian Juyi, who thought that their rankings had been decided, came over when they heard the words, wanting to see what kind of masterpiece Zhou Xingrui admired so much.

After just one glance, the two looked at each other and nodded approvingly.

"Not bad."

I saw that there was no temple on the scroll at all.

In the mountains and mountains stained with ink, a clear spring flows straight down, jumping beads and splashing jade. There was an old monk by the spring, scooping up the spring water and pouring it into the bucket. is such a monk who carries water, and the topic of "Tibetan Ancient Temple in the Deep Mountains" is very subtle and profound.

The monk carries water, of course, it is used to boil tea, cook rice, and wash clothes, which makes people think that there must be a temple nearby; The monk is old and has to carry water by himself, so you can imagine that the temple is a dilapidated ancient temple. The place where the water is drawn is in the deep pool under the waterfall, so the temple must be deep in the mountains.

The inscription of "Tibetan Temple in the Deep Mountains" is vividly reflected in the painting, which is not enough, and what is even more rare is that there is a poem inscribed on this painting, which is "Ancient Temple in the Deep Mountains".

"Before ascending to the ancient temple, the grass is He Qianqian.

The clouds and mist are surrounded by mountains, and the lonely peak towers over the blue sky.

The wildflowers are red, and the trees are smoking.

After sunset, the sound of cuckoos sounds. ”

Kong Yun read out this poem lightly, and immediately applauded: "Poetry and painting are excellent, all are excellent, and they are elected as the first!" ”

Zhou Xingrui was also very happy, after all, this exam paper was the first thing he discovered, and he was also consciously glorious when he was selected as the first, of course, he agreed with it.

"If there are poems and paintings, it will inevitably be a talent in the future, even if it is a first-class, it is not impossible."

Qian Juyi smiled and stroked his beard, but did not speak.

Originally, he also expected that Fang Cai's two paintings would have Liang Lan's answer sheet, if so, when Liang Lan was really admitted to the academy, he would easily admit this protégé.

Who would have thought that he would still underestimate this kid, Liang Lan's paintings were not among them at all, but gave him a big surprise at the end.

The last poem, judging from the handwriting, must have been written by Shanbo!

It seems that this protégé is really right, Qian Juyi thought in his heart.