Apricot eyes narrowed, Gu Fei raised his head slightly, looking at the man under the early sun, there was a faint halo passing through his face along the flowing water, with a warm softness.

Gu Fei nodded and looked to the side, but he didn't want to say anything else.

Mingyue chuckled, it seemed that he didn't know Gu Fei's rudeness at all, he nodded to the nightingale, and went back to the pavilion platform, leaving the ink master who didn't know him around, glancing at Gu Fei with a strange face.

Gu Fei gently rubbed the wooden plaque in her hand, half a palm-sized wooden plaque, engraved with the number fifteen, this is her identity to participate in the Gongmo competition, and patted behind the fourteenth master.

She walked around the entire venue, and unexpectedly saw the people of the Mo family, the ink master of the Mo family was very recognizable, wearing a uniform gray-white narrow-sleeved robe, with an arrogant appearance of looking at people with nostrils, and they did not take the initiative to talk to the masters around them, and they also ignored those who came up.

Gu Fei sneered, she estimated that Mo Qingge would not come until the end, after all, in this tribute and Mo selection, these masters of the Mo family participated in their personal names, and Mo Qingge was in the name of the Mo family.

The Mo family has always done this, which is also to avoid the final crown words from falling into the hands of others.

She looked elsewhere, basically half of the masters in the field were from the Dajing Ink Chamber of Commerce, these people and some other ink-making masters were clearly distinguished, and it was obvious that they were the masters of Dajing and other counties, and the two could be said to look at each other unpleasantly.

Dajing's master thinks that the other counties and prefectures are all with poor skills, while the masters of other counties and prefectures feel that Dajing is stuck in the car behind closed doors and has long been corrupted.

Gu Fei didn't get in front of any group of people, there are very few women who can make ink, and even fewer can come to participate in the election.

She probably glanced at the women who came in this game, excluding those artists, there were only four or five.

The sun is tilting in the center, and the hour is almost there. A master of ceremonies sang, raised his hand and wanted to knock on the yellow, orange, orange and copper drum hanging in the center, and at this moment, a ringing sound came from far and near. Immediately afterwards, the faint and delicate dark fragrance surging into the heart and spleen, with a sweet fragrance, which makes people want to smell a few more sips.

Gu Fei frowned, and she rolled up her sleeves. Unconsciously covering the tip of her nose, her sense of smell is more sensitive than ordinary people, so many people smell a very comfortable fragrance to the tip of her nose, and she feels very pungent.

"The empress is late, so you have been waiting for a long time." Mo Qing's song warbler sounded crisply, and then a beautiful woman in a lotus white dress stood at the door, with a pair of beautiful eyes, and swept everyone in the field with a beautiful look.

"Big Girl......"

"Big girl, it's okay, it's not too late. The hour is just ......"

"Big Girl......"

Seeing that Mo Qingge appeared, the group of the Mo family immediately greeted him, and the flattering and respectful smile on his face could dazzle people.

Mo Qingge smiled at the corner of her mouth, still looking elegant and holy, she looked at everyone one by one, so that everyone would have the illusion that she was looking at me, and then felt very excited.

Like the stars and the moon, Mo Qingge slowly walked to the center of the field surrounded by the Mo family. And bowed to the palace craftsmen on the pavilion platform, "Mo Jiaqingge, I have seen a few famous craftsmen. ”

One of the old men with a goatee stroked his beard and said with a smile. "Miss Mo is very polite, please get up quickly."

Obviously, several other court craftsmen were led by him.

Gu Fei frowned lightly, this person Zuo Qing told her that the owner of Simo Fang is a fifth-grade and famous Huo period. The three generations of craftsmen in the family are all court craftsmen, and their kung fu of carving ink molds is superb.

This person is extremely sleek and sophisticated, skillful, often walks the court, so many years, no one should be offended, the golden mean to play perfectly, yes, is a famous "good man" in Dajing, of course, the hand is also really capable.

Gu Fei thought about what she didn't have, Mo Qingge finished greeting at this time, and retreated, and the people of the Mo family were all around her, she glanced at Gu Fei unintentionally, and turned to one side, revealing the figure that had been hidden by her at first-

The lake blue slanted shirt, wide sleeves and large belt, a handsome and elegant demeanor that warms the day, but it is undoubtedly Yueqingbo.

Gu Fei didn't see Mo Qingge's provocation, and if he really wanted to suppress the other party, he naturally had to start from the most proud place.

The first competition began after the master of ceremonies beat the bronze drum, starting from the No. 1 wooden plaque, and then went up to the pavilion platform to display their ink pills.

The first one to come on the stage was a short and capable master, dressed in a short robe, with a cowardly look in his eyes, and at first glance he came out of a small workshop.

He took a deep breath, plucked up his courage, and took out a thin silk wrapped ink pellet from his arms, but there was not even an ink cartridge.

I thought of the sighing laughter, and even the immoral master shouted loudly, "I don't even have ink cartridges, get down quickly......"

The man's face was embarrassed, he held his ink pill, his eyes were red, and he was silent for a long time.

"Master, please exhibit the ink pills." The master of ceremonies stepped forward to remind.

The master nodded gratefully and quickly took out the ink pill.

Gu Fei's eyesight is good, she can see clearly that it is a swallow-style ink pill, smart as if it is really soaring wings, and its head is slightly raised, as if it is really about to fly.

I saw that the master looked at his ink pill, and the look on his face was quiet for a moment, and he asked the master of ceremonies for a pen inkstone, and he could only use the most primitive method to let everyone taste it.

Unhurried grinding, orderly and measured, after a small pool of ink is as rich as the night, the master holds the pen, dips it in the ink, and then picks up the pen and writes a big "ink" word on the paper.

The writing is actually not very good, crooked, not neat, not to say, and a little less, so it can be seen that this master can only make ink, and he can't read a few words, and he still has difficulty making a living.

When the master of ceremonies unfolded the piece of paper, the laughter below grew louder.

The ink-making master lowered his head and held the Feiyan Ink Pill tightly, if he hadn't waited for the tasting of several palace craftsmen, he was afraid that he would have rushed off the stage long ago.

Gu Fei shook his head slightly, with a sigh in his heart.

Nightingale didn't understand very well, she, like many people, only saw that the master's handwriting was not good, and she couldn't even prepare ink cartridges, seeing Gu Fei's expression, she lowered her head and asked in a low voice, "Girl, how is this first master?" The servant can't see it. ”

Gu Fei had the intention to let the nightingale know more, and immediately replied. "When tasting ink pills, you should look at all aspects such as texture, color, and fragrance."

"That Master's Feiyan Ink Pill has a good style, but it can be more delicate. Of course, this is related to the ink mold, but the texture of the ink pill is light and opaque, the color is black and pure, there is no fragrance when writing, and there is no sound of grinding. It's a good ink. ”

After speaking, she glanced at the people around her, "Nightingale, you enter my door, as the first disciple, you should not speak with ordinary people, you must have your own understanding, even if everyone is drunk, you must be the one who is awake." ”

The nightingale nodded understandingly. Even if she doesn't quite understand the latter sentence, she will remember it by heart.

Gu Fei looked at the ink-making master who must be cramped on stage. "Make a note of this person, go and inquire after the competition, and with a little mention, you can become the ink master of my Xuanzhu Fang."

When the nightingale heard this, she quickly looked at the man a few more times, and memorized the counts on the face and figure, as well as the number on the wooden card.

At this time, after several famous court craftsmen finished tasting and gave the same tasting words as Gu Fei just said, they announced on the spot that the holder of the No. 1 wood card had passed the competition.

The words fell. None of the people below dared to underestimate it, and the few who made the loudest coaxing just now were even more embarrassed.

The ink-making master was extremely excited, and he put away the ink pills. He bowed deeply to several famous craftsmen, then stepped back from the stage and stood in the corner, watching the others fight.

At the same time, Mo Qingge whispered a few words to the middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper on the side, and the housekeeper also glanced at the first ink-making master several times. He nodded.

Then there is the ink master who holds the No. 2 wooden card, this one is much worse, and invited the artist, the artist is also good-looking, wearing a pink dress, shuttling like a butterfly grinding and then making a pen to dip, between gestures, enchanting and wonderful, dancing, also good-looking.

It's just a pity that after several famous craftsmen saw the ink pills, they shook their heads one by one, and finally the No. 2 wooden card was blocked and stopped from the first game.

One after another, the ink masters exhibited their own ink pills, all kinds of artists have them, those who chant poems and eulogies, those who directly splash ink to paint, and those who are accompanied by the piano and dance, which is dazzling.

Gu Fei was not impatient at all, although the sun was getting worse and the field began to burn, she still watched without blinking, someone kept wiping the sweat, but she was just cold, and there was not a single bead of sweat on the tip of her nose.

And Mo Qingge naturally had someone holding up a cool canopy, and there was a maid beside her who shook the Luo fan gently, so uncomfortable.

Soon talking about the fifteenth wooden card of Gu Fei, when the master of ceremonies shouted, there was immediately a small guy who came out of nowhere to move three elevated drums to the stage, and surrounded a circle with a large piece of white paper as white as snow, with three drums as a point, with white paper as a curtain, a small corner on the pavilion platform.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a thunderous "dong" sound, and I saw a slender figure appear on the white paper curtain, the figure was still or moving, but every time the drum was beaten, it must have left ink on the white paper curtain.

She should have held a few millipens in her hand, and she didn't know what was placed in the white curtain, in broad daylight, there were even human figures, and it was hazy, and she could only see some of them dancing with the raindrop-like drums, the ribbons flying around, the rhythmic drums, and the soft dancing, as if there was a fairy coming to the world, and I didn't know the geometry of the world.

When everyone was fascinated by the fascination, the sound of the piano like a clear spring sounded suddenly, with the green sound of the rain hitting the plantains, and the strange sound of the drum should be together, and the faster the figure swayed, the ink on the white paper curtain gradually formed, and the deep and light color began to diffuse a light and sobering musk.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

After the last wave of dense drumming, I saw the figure behind the white curtain slowly rising, like a flower bud gradually blooming, in the dark night where no one was around, releasing its stunning colors.

There are two maids dressed in white hurriedly come to the stage, before the sound of the piano stops, unfold the white paper curtain, a magnificent picture of flying immortals outside the sky slowly unfolded in front of everyone, a large piece of auspicious clouds, flying soft clothes all over the sky, fluttering fairy Nine Heavens Xuannu, eyes half drooping, slightly upturned corners of the mouth, with compassion and compassion, surrounded by auspicious clouds, half-exposed arms, raised above the head, is actually holding a pipa in the backhand, ten fingers like butterflies, if you can still hear the sonorous sound of the pipa falling to the ground, it is really heavenly.

But this is not the end, and the two maidservants unfolded the white curtain, revealing the people who were gathered in it.

The white skirt is floating, the wide sleeves are cloudless, but she is a woman with a variety of charms, the look on the woman's face is the same as the Nine Heavens Xuannu in the words, and even she is half-bent on one knee, with one foot independent, and the long skirt wraps around the slender legs, revealing a small half of the tender white waist, and a small delicate navel eye, which can hook people's souls.

The woman is also like in the painting, raising her hands high, and holding a flying fairy rebounding pipa-style ink pill in her hand, dazzling under the scorching sun.

"This ink name is dragon incense, and it is made by the master of the slave Xuanzhu Fang." Zi Kite said softly, every word was like an ice fountain, and it sounded so good that half of people's bodies were numb.

"Bring it on!" Huo Qi got up suddenly, his face was excited.

Zi Kite gathered her posture, her wide sleeves moved with the wind, and her skirt fluttered like a fairy, she really had a feeling of wanting to become a fairy, she lifted her skirt with one hand, and blinked very vaguely in the direction of Gu Fei, before she turned around enchantingly, holding the ink pill in both hands, and wanted to present it in person.

Gu Fei hooked her lips and smiled, and there was an obvious look of joy in her eyes.

The nightingale was also happy, "Girl, that adult's eyes lit up when he saw the girl's ink pills. ”

The dark shadow at the corner of Gu Fei's mouth instantly deepened, and she chuckled, "Long Xiang is more than that......"

Her voice was low, even the nightingale didn't hear clearly, and when the nightingale lowered her head and wanted to ask again, she heard one exclamation after another from the field.

"Look, what's that?"

"Butterflies, even butterflies attract ......"

"This is really an immortal law, an immortal law ......"

……

Not to mention others, even Zi Kite was shocked, she only walked two or three steps, there were several butterflies flapping their wings and flying over, at first she didn't care, these six or July, as long as there is incense on the body, attracting some butterflies, it is also a common thing.

But before she could take another step, countless butterflies flew from the sky visible to the naked eye, circling her a few times, and then some stopped on the picture of the Nine Heavens Xuannu rebounding the pipa, some rested on her hair bun, and even her fingertips that were unintentionally stained with ink also stopped an ink blue butterfly.

She turned around and looked at Gu Fei in disbelief, with a wide sleeve, and between the swings of the sleeves, she seemed to be a seductive butterfly demon.

The field was silent, and all the people opened their eyes wide, looking at the butterflies around Zi Kite, as well as the picture of the Nine Heavens Xuannu, at this moment, the butterflies on the fairy's clothes were also stopped, and it looked more and more like they were really about to float out of the picture.

After about a quarter of an hour, the wind gradually picked up, and the fragrance on the ink faded a little, and the butterflies flew away one by one, as if they had come, which made people's hearts shocked.

Zi Kite came back to her senses, she hurriedly held the ink pill in front of several famous craftsmen, and said respectfully, "Please taste it." (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M. to read. (To be continued.) )