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How did Jienan secretly forget? Wang Jiu likes the willows and flowers to brighten another village, just look at the Nanshan Tower, the front garden is actually the back garden, the front hall is actually the back hall, reversing the normal bizarre thoughts. According to this whimsy, the long stone house is a utility room, the corridor is a corridor, and the underground house is the entrance hall, which is the place where Wang Jiu paints drawings and planes wood and does serious things.

"Wang Panlin." Jienan shouted this time.

She also remembered that the back of the high slope outside the small bridge was the workshop warehouse. Every few days, I went to the warehouse, and when I saw the waves in the dense forest, I never expected that there was Wang Jiu behind Yinshan, and she was a good neighbor.

No one answered.

Jienan turned around and descended the stone steps, walked through the stone house, walked out of the corridor, closed the wall door, and then put the semi-circular sunrise back on the back of the chair, and restored everything to the original.

In the absence of the owner, she would not casually enter the row of wooden houses, even if she could be sure that Mr. Ding Da came out of there.

Maybe if you have the opportunity, you can ask Wang Panlin how much silver he used, so that Mr. Ding Da could do his best for him. If it is the amount she can earn, don't bother to make the rabbit gang accept the younger brother, directly use the entire Wenxin Pavilion, and it will be easy to destroy the god bow gate, maybe it is not as difficult as Wang Jiu!

However, Wang Panlin has a lot of good things, and the back of the chair is engraved with a day scene, and then I look at it again and find that it can also be a moonlit night. Because the sun is in the west, the house is dark, and the waves of the river in the carved painting can somehow shine silver threads, like the moonlight reflecting the river.

Jienan was about to leave, and suddenly caught another glimpse of the half-roll rabbit pedal with a layer of paper in it.

She's a person, she can't help but be curious if she can't see anything, but if she sees the slightest strangeness, she can't help but explore.

"It's such a mess, I'll help you clean it up, you don't have to thank me." Chaotian said a word, as if it was above board, and Jienan snapped his fingers.

The scroll rolls out, and the rabbit pedal parts drawn by charcoal are very sloppy, and some places have been changed and changed, and the original lines can no longer be seen. Jienan raised his eyebrows, originally curious about what the layer of paper was, but he sat down again and looked at this map.

The rabbit kick is almost a god arm bow, and the god arm bow is not only exquisite in string making, but also the secret of the crossbow machine. Operated by a single soldier, the range can reach more than 400 steps, and such a magical force is mostly in the crossbow machine.

Wang Panlin focuses on the crossbow machine, which has been improved many times on the basis of ordinary crossbow machine parts, obviously there is no great progress, many red pen forks, failure but not give up.

Looking at the dense annotations and delicate parts marked with various sizes, Jienan suddenly felt that he should no longer treat Wang Panlin as a powerless son of a famous family.

This neat and precise drawing will not be thought to be made by any craftsman if it is shown to any craftsman.

In the case of crossbowmen or archerymen, the craftsman and the painter share their responsibilities. Good craftsmanship may not be good at drawing. If you have good painting skills, you don't necessarily have skills. Among the famous masters, there are very few who use drawing to make bows, and they directly explore in practice, and even despise the mapmakers.

This is one of the reasons why many legendary famous bows have been lost. Or the drawing is too light, or the craftsman is too light, so that the connection between the drawing and the real instrument is severed, and gradually it cannot be made.

Wang Panlin not only knows how to draw, but also paints accurately, without freehand or expressiveness at all, that is, he paints the real thing to the greatest extent. He also did it himself, the rabbit mask was a gadget used to pass the time, and most of the failed items in this long stone house were made by him.

Suddenly, in the last corner of the drawing, Jienan found a hand-painted ink velvet rabbit, with ears one vertical and one sticker, big eyes vigilantly staring at a plate of fruits, drawing lifelike, as if it could jump off the paper and turn into a real rabbit.

Jienan didn't make more associations with rabbits, only sighed from the majestic landscape painting to the regular fine brush painting, from the pride of the world to the craftsman with a knife and planing, what kind of mental path did he take? I only know that he will not die, and I only know that he has been recuperating from his injuries for a long time, but who can really empathize? Just like what she experienced, the powerlessness of the master dying in front of her eyes, the anger of the whole family with only a pile of bones, and the pain of being abandoned by her own mother since she was a child, she can only bear it herself.

At this time, all she felt was that Wang Panlin could no longer paint majestic, could no longer paint shock, but she had no regrets for herself, and even abandoned the past achievements as if she were a shoe, and had no distractions to study new things.

With such a tireless Wang Panlin, it is hard to imagine that he despises his death to the point that he can be discarded at will, only living today and not tomorrow, focusing on everything in front of him.

A figure appeared outside the door, and Da Ra stood on the threshold, not caring at all about the statement that he could not stand on the threshold. The sunset shines obliquely, outlining round shoulders and arms, a powdery face, and a mouth that doesn't stop moving.

Jienan glanced at it, then picked up the piece of paper, and read with confidence, "Nanshan Jun: Bazhou is goodbye, the white horse passes through the gap, and I happen to meet the friends of Xiangzhou to go to Yangzhou, and the concubine happily walks with me." The waterway was bumpy on the way, so I had to change the mountain road, although the wild wolves were a pack of fierce tigers, fearless and unhindered, I couldn't wait to ride the crane fast. Closer to homesickness, concerned about the health of relatives, but also do not know the tiger and wolf, hesitating in my heart, I wish you to meet in a dream, and continue this life in the next life...... Fruit Mu pen. ”

Qi Xiaoqi smiled, "Oops, oops, it's not numb!" The girl said bluntly that let Nanshanjun pick it up! Turning around like a parrot's tongue can't be straightened, pitiful, my ears are tired and deaf to hear. Huh-" Suddenly read Nanshan Jun twice, jumped off the threshold, "Stinky Xiaoshan, when did you pretend to be a man and deceive the girl, this life and death promise this life and the next life, I don't know?!" ”

Jienan laughed, "I'm not Nanshan-kun." ”

Qi Xiaoqi is not a bird, this junior sister, "Stinky Mountain, you can hide the head and can't hide the tail, who doesn't know that Jienan is the Great South Mountain, also known as Nanshan." Nanshan-kun, isn't it you or who? ”

"It's still Wang Jiu." Jie Nan shook the crumpled piece of paper, looking indifferent, but he didn't miss a thing and read it silently twice, "Wang Jiu's place of residence is called Nanshan Tower, and this letter is placed on his desk, it's not his fault." ”

Qi Xiaoqi walked over, his pink face puffed his cheeks, he bit a wooden skewer, and his squeezed eyes were watery and cute, "Xiaoshan, don't be sad, this has a master, let's find a better one, it's not a big deal." If you can't get angry, I'll help you beat him up, knock out all his teeth, build a hill out, and see if he can use a face to deceive him. ”

Jienan laughed, "What do you mean, stinky Xiaoqi?" Say Wang Jiu as a singing actor that Junsheng, say me as you? ”