When he went out, Long Chen was naturally chic and handsome, and he walked towards the old face of Jiangcheng in the east of the city, not to mention the sassy bag.

But as he walked, he was a little confused, and his clothes were cool for a while, but after wearing them, he found that he was going to work, not a scholar outing at all, and he wore a blue and gray shirt and robe to help the old noodle stall, which was not appropriate.

However, he also thought of a statement, that is, he has already enrolled in school, and Old Man Zhao should have no problem.

After figuring it out, I didn't get too entangled, crossed most of the river city, passed the literati market, and it rained unfortunately.

The sound of the rain washed away the old appearance of Jiangcheng and put on a new look, just like Chen Long, putting on new clothes, giving people a feeling of a new look of the city.

Seeing that the rain didn't stop, Long Chen raised his eyes to look at the sky, and found that the spells he had learned were still too few.

Hiding under the eaves, seeing that the rain slowly stopped, there was a meaning that it was going to fall, "Is it God's will, God wants to leave him behind." ”

Originally, Chen Long thought that after going to Jiangcheng Laomian to help first, he would come to this market to ask about the sale of Wenfu paintings, what the approximate market was.

It's just that it's raining right now, and I'm afraid that there is really a dragon god in the sky, walking through the clouds and raining.

When the rain stopped and the sky was not clear, Chen Long walked out of the eaves and saw that the market in front of him was back to frolic, with stalls selling snacks and various shops opening their doors and starting to do business.

Especially in taverns and teahouses, it is even more lively, and after a few turns, I have a general understanding of how literati should make money, most of them are down-and-out scholars, but they just write letters to others, write, and earn some living expenses.

For people like Lu Ming, who have a lot of attainments in calligraphy and Danqing, they all need to be asked by others to come to their homes, calligraphy or painting, and their value is not comparable to that of ordinary scholars.

Even if Chen Long thinks that his calligraphy or danqing are not bad, he is a fledgling and does not have any fame, so he can't afford to sell for a price.

If you want to sell for a good price, it is tantamount to a fool's dream, taking it for granted.

Bang!

After only two laps of wandering, the sky was not beautiful again, and thunder and lightning began to roar again, and it seemed that it was going to rain again.

On rainy days, the business of the noodle stall is not good, and there are not many customers, even if the canopy is erected, it cannot stop much rain, and when it is heavy, you have to find a way to hide and avoid the heavy rain.

The location of Jiangcheng old noodles, on a rainy day, borrowed into other people's taverns to do business, borrowed a place under the eaves near the door to set up a stall, and began to sell noodles.

Of course, it's not that you can do business here for no reason, every bowl of noodles sold, you have to share the profits of the tavern, although it is not much, but it also makes a lot of money, and it is just that you can barely do a business, and you don't lose money.

Chen Long has also experienced the matter of doing business on a rainy day before, and others are still here in the bazaar, so they can't take care of Old Man Zhao so much.

The rain came down again, and the people in front of them, who were originally lively, walked back to the eaves to take shelter, although it rained, but it made the business of the surrounding taverns and shops much better in disguise.

Chen Long was also in the crowd, looking at the empty market street, under the rain curtain, there was a woman holding a gray and white oil-paper umbrella, walking on the street, her umbrella was very low, under the cover of the rain curtain, it was not clear how she looked, but she could see her head wrapped in a headscarf, wearing a collar soap gauze gown, ordinary, holding a scroll of paintings in her hand.

The rain was pouring down, and there was a girl walking in the rain curtain, and there was nothing worth paying attention to.

There are not many pedestrians on the street, but it is not nothing, Chen Long is hiding under the eaves, and the reason why he pays attention to this girl is that she has a great speciality.

Under the rain curtain, the water droplets splashed up, wetting the girl's embroidery, but a little strange change occurred, just like an ink painting stained with water, spreading a piece, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to a girl's long skirt.

This scene, others may not be able to see it, but Chen Long can see it clearly, even if it is covered by the rain curtain, after Xiu Xian asked, his eyesight is excellent, and he can clearly see the changes under the splash of the other party's rain, "Could it be that the other party is a paper man?" Or is the painting skin stained with water and faded. ”

He thought of a joke that was not funny, among the myths and legends, the monsters walked in the world and needed to draw skin to cover their demonic spirits, and he had heard of them in his previous life.

Coming here, there are indeed supernatural beings, but it is not clear whether the painted skin exists or not.

From Jiaolong's memory, I haven't heard of any demons and monsters sneaking into mortal cities.

The monsters in this world, unless they have a heritage, more demons and monsters are all coincidental, with spiritual wisdom, they become demons but have no inheritance, and it is very difficult to go further in their cultivation.

Of course, this is compared to the cultivators who have a heritage, many monsters are nothing, but they have a little supernatural ability, and after swallowing the sun essence and moon on their own, they have spiritual wisdom and can cultivate slowly.

Most of the monsters are like the blind old way, they don't have a heritage, or they get a little legacy, and they can use spells, but really speaking, there is no way to compare with Bai Jiao, a dragon with a Dragon Ball inheritance.

Even if it is a red mantle, it has been lurking underground for thousands of six hundred feet, and there is still no chance to turn into a dragon, so he will think of transforming Yingfu, using the dream building chapter to build a dragon dream, and win the righteousness of Haoran.

The girl in front of her, Chen Long didn't know what the other party was for the time being, she walked under the rain curtain, and tried her best to avoid touching the water, and she was even more reluctant to hide under the eaves, so she walked on the street, as if she was looking for something, and she seemed to be walking aimlessly.

As she walked, her steps were tight and fast, and she was even more flustered, as if something bad would happen to her if the rain stopped.

When Long Chen saw the girl's figure, such a thought flashed in his mind for no reason, what does the rain in front of him have to do with the girl?

Since I don't want to get wet, and I'm afraid that the rain will stop, I'm looking for something, there must be a demon when things go wrong, and the girl is very human.

The girl wandered around the street outside, and saw a group of rough men begging for life under the eaves, and did not forget to tease, "Girl, don't be shy, the wind and rain are heavy, we will give you a place, come in and shelter from the rain." ”

"It's, that is, in the rain, the oil umbrella is useless. ”

"I'll get out of the way, girl. ”

They are all simple people and ordinary scholars who are begging for life in the bazaar, and when they see the actions of the girl in the soap-colored dress, they open their mouths to remind them.

Chen Long was in the crowd, and he didn't speak, just watched, observing the girl's movements, wondering what she was going to do.

At least, the other party hasn't made any strange moves yet, and it's not good for the other party to do something evil in broad daylight.

Looking at it, he couldn't hold back his curiosity, opened his eyes, looked over, but found that the girl was not only not a monster, but had a sense of light fairy.

And the painting in her hand, on the contrary, some chaotic demonic aura floated out faintly, coming and going, mixed with a trace of indelible dragon energy.

This scene made Chen Long even more confused.

The person in front of her gives people a sense of lightness, not a monster, there is a trace of immortal aura hidden in the body, but the picture scroll in her hand has demon aura and dragon qi, and it comes and goes, as if it is going to be cut off.

"Sell paintings, whoever wants to buy my paintings, ten taels of silver, I'll leave if I sell them." ”

The girl did not come in, but came under the eaves, and showed her face, which was as earth-colored as gray-white, and there was no blood to sell paintings.