"A few months later~"

It belongs to the nearest port of Luo Tianxian Domain - Luanjin Port!

There is an endless stream of people coming and going.

As the only open port in the Luo Tianxian Domain, Luanjin Port is extremely prosperous.

Inside the painting boat, there are several young talents.

The boat rippled on the water, setting off layers of ripples.

A boat, a boatman, a boatman.

The boatman wore a sackcloth shoulder garment and a straw hat, revealing his strong arms.

The boat moved with the oars, and the boatman did not paddle very fast, and when he took a break, he took the gourd that hung around his waist, took a sip of spirits, and hummed a ballad.

Inside the boat, the space is extremely vast.

What catches the eye is a desk with a delicate incense burner on the desk, and a wisp of cooking smoke rising from it, which makes people smell it and refresh.

At the desk, a man in Tsing Yi with a delicate face held a scroll and read it carefully.

Beside the young man, a young man in a black robe stood on the side, and a strange color flashed in his pupils.

Master, it's cold here, let's put the cloak on your body, and the black-robed young man immediately handed the robe in his hand to the man in green clothes at the desk.

The young man in the green shirt covered his face and coughed lightly.

When his chest was no longer so violently undulating, he took the cloak and draped it over his body.

In such a season, the cold and warmth are difficult to fathom, the black-robed man said slowly.

The man in the green shirt put down the scroll in his hand and said, "How long is it?" ”

It's close to the shore, Childe!

The man in the green shirt breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I have been drifting on the lake for dozens of days, and my legs and feet are already a little numb. ”

He got up, refreshed himself, and looked out the window inside the boat.

Outside the window, the green hills on both sides of the river are reflected in the water.

The trees on both sides of the bank retreated backwards as the boat rowed.

The man in the green shirt admired the landscape outside, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It is worthy of the Luo Tianxian Domain." ”

The black-robed man frowned slightly, and said with a smile: "Why is Childe so emotional. ”

In the early years, I had already heard that among the four heavens, the most and strongest immortals belonged to the Penglai Immortal Realm, the most complete immortal inheritance was the Ziwei Heavenly Realm, and the richest was the Xuanqing Heavenly Realm.

And this Luo Tianxian Domain is the most mysterious place.

The black-robed man paused and smiled dumbly.

The man in the green shirt turned around, glanced at the black-robed young man with some suspicion, and said, "Why are you laughing?" ”

The black-robed man restrained his smile and said seriously: "I thought that Childe could only use swords, but I never thought that Childe would have such a poetic scene. ”

When Ye Lin heard this, he thought about it carefully, and said indifferently: "That was the past, forced by life, and had to do it." ”

If I hadn't embarked on the path of cultivation, I was afraid that I would have planned to gain fame and enter the official career in this life.

The black-robed man chuckled, wouldn't this be a cause for the officialdom.

The young man was stunned and said angrily: "Xiaofu, you are begging for a beating." ”

The little one didn't dare, and the black-robed man immediately restrained his smile and said.

The two talked and laughed freely.

The master and servant on the painting boat are naturally not outsiders.

Ye Lin incarnated as a courteous son, and the black-robed young man was a fire bat beast, taking his name.

Bat Tongfu, the call is smooth, and Ye Lin also calls him Xiaofu.

The master and servant, at the beginning, were a little uncomfortable with each other.

But as time passed, the fire bat beast gradually realized that under Ye Lin's cold appearance, there was a warm-hearted heart.

Get along, but also get along.

Although they are two masters and servants, they are not bound by too many rules, and they are all outspoken when they have occasional words.

The ship gradually came to shore, and the two of them paid some silver taels, and they were already ashore.

Ye Lin took out the folding fan hidden in his arms and gently fanned the folding fan, his hands were wearing gold rings, the left side of his waist was tied with a wine gourd, and the right side was wearing a jade pendant given to him by the prophet.

Between words and deeds, Ye Lin's body exudes an elegant scholarly temperament.

As we walked on, there was already a crowd of people on the shore, and there was a lot of discussion.

What are these people doing here, Ye Lin looked not far away, and his eyes showed doubt.

Childe, just go and take a look, Xiaofu is also a little curious on tiptoe and looks at the crowd.

Helplessly, even if he stood on tiptoe, he couldn't get past the crowd and look inside.

With a little surprise, Ye Lin and Xiaofu squeezed in.

What caught my eye was an old man dressed in a light blue plain robe, with a white turban covered with a turban.

The turban covered his sideburns.

Looking at the old man's hands again, they looked like dry bones and were extremely shriveled.

Ye Lin raised his head, his gaze followed the old man's hands and continued to look up, his eyes were completely sunken, and his face was full of wrinkles, like a devastated earth.

His face is engraved with the traces left by the years.

In front of the old man, there was a man dressed in red, this man had a beautiful face, fine skin and tender flesh, and big eyes, looking directly at everyone.

What surprised Ye Lin was that it was such an old man with sunken eyes who had a desk in front of him.

And on the desk, there is a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Qiaogong, please write a picture below, a burly young man immediately said earnestly.

The pale blue old man was slightly stunned, and then pointed with his left hand not far away.

Although his eyes are not good, he can still hear the source of the sound clearly by relying on his ears.

The woman in red saw that the direction of the light blue old man was the burly man, and immediately squatted down and said a few words to the old man.

The pen and ink waited, and the old man stroked his beard and spoke slowly.

When Ye Lin heard this, he immediately smiled and said, "It's really interesting." ”

Xiaofu glanced at Ye Lin with some confusion and asked, "Childe, what's so interesting." ”

Look at it like this, this old man has an eye disease, but this burly young man actually asks him for words, isn't he asking a blind man for words, and he is foolish.

Xiao Fu thought about it and suddenly felt a little funny.

Hehe, you two don't know what do you know about the height of the sky? A young man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks immediately glanced at Ye Lin and Xiaofu with disdain.

Ye Lin and Xiaofu were puzzled and looked at the young man suspiciously.

The young man wiped his nose, sniffed, and said, "I see that you two are from other places." ”

Ye Lin frowned and did not speak.

The young man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks continued to speak: "Qiao Gong is an elegant person, with a good hand, and he has a good reputation in the Luo Tianxian Domain. ”

It is to ask for a piece of woodcutter, which is regarded as a treasure.

Ye Lin suddenly said in his heart: "It turns out that these crowded people are all asking for a word. ”

The young man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks said a little proudly: "A few years ago, Qiao Highway passed here, and I was fortunate to get a word from him, and as soon as I sold it, I exchanged it for ten gold. ”

A word is worth ten gold, and Ye Lin also stared at the big eyes, and suddenly felt a little incredible.

Listening to the words of the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked youth, he had a little expectation and a little doubt in his heart.

Can this blind man really write?

A piece of white paper, like a white cloud, is neatly placed on the desk.

Under the gaze of everyone, the old man began to move his pen.

When he wrote the first word, Ye Lin felt that the words written by the old man's wrist were vigorous and powerful.

At first glance, it is so, but with the change of the brushstroke, there is a feeling of flowing water, which makes people feel that they do not stop at all.

On this blank piece of paper, the old man writes very casually and freely.

Write without being sluggish, and connect with ease.

Ye Lin's gaze, as the old man wrote, gradually became solemn.

His words, with a wave of his words, are magnificent.

It is not like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing, but between the lines, it is strong and powerful.

Looking at this picture, Ye Lin's mind suddenly remembered two completely different states of life.

One is the vigor of youth, and the other is the twilight of old age.

When the pen was finished, the old man coughed slightly, and his ears turned around.

How could this be, Ye Lin lost his voice.

The old man said lightly: "Young man, life, half is memory, half is continuation, this is the true meaning of life." ”

Ye Lin suddenly said to the old man: "The old man's words are indeed wonderful and make people reverie. ”

I also want to ask for one, if you don't want to write one for me, Ye Lin immediately said angrily.

Yes, the old man said slowly.

Ye Lin's eyes were scorching, and he arched his hand towards the old man and said, "Thank you, Gongqiao." ”

The young man in red immediately replaced the paper roll on his desk and replaced it with a white paper.

Ye Lin also had some expectations, looking forward to seeing more things from the old man's words.

After the old man moved the pen, he still did not stop to write on the white paper.

This time the words are still smooth, but not as good as before.

Between the words, it is like a knife and an axe, messy.

There were even times when the old man shuddered slightly when he wrote.

Seeing this scene, Ye Lin clasped his hands and said with some concern: "If Qiao Gong is not strong, you can rest for a while." ”

Qiao Gong smiled indifferently and continued to write with a slight trembling.

Soon, a handwriting of knives and axes slashing at each other emerged.

At first glance, between the knives and axes, slashing each other, but after a closer look, there is a unique charm, between the two, can actually help each other.

Such words also give Ye Lin a completely different feeling, one is heaven and earth, and the other is ice and fire.

There is a natural difference between the two, but they blend well together.

Ye Lin looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but shrink his pupils slightly.

He finally understood why Qiao Gong's hand trembled slightly when he wrote this picture.

From the whole picture, it can be seen that it is natural and eclectic.

But if you look closely, there are contradictions between the lines.

Thousands of miles away, yet intimately connected.

It is precisely because of this natural gap that people have hope and a little disappointment.

Ye Lin put away the letter, arched his body towards Qiao Gong, and said, "Thank you, Qiao Gong." ”

Qiao Gong nodded, still sitting at the desk, and did not get up.

Ye Lin stood quietly on the side, watching Qiao Gong write one word after another.

Every picture is different.

Some words are like bathing in the spring breeze, which makes people feel refreshed.

Some words make people feel deep in the ocean, fluctuating.

There are also words that make people full of sorrow, without beginning and end.

Each word is different, and the overall feeling is also very different.

Ye Lin saw it in his eyes, but he was surprised in his heart.