The thunder woke up Qin Huai.

As the thunder fell, on both sides of the Qinhuai River, countless people looked at the painting boat in the river and pointed, and saw the ink sword, the ink woman and even the ink paper umbrella after resisting the thunder, and said that listening to others, it attracted countless worshippers to kneel.

There are immortals on the ship.

The two banks of Qinhuai, where the crowd was boiling, suddenly boiled again, and the sound of admiration and worship almost wanted to lift the heavy snow away, and countless people looked at the river, so shocked that they couldn't say a word.

On the painting boat of the water town, a man in purple held the pen upside down, and in the laughter, he held the pen.

Heaven and earth are the canvas, and the mountains and rivers are the ink.

There is no ink on the pen, but there is ink flowing, like smoke and water, fluttering and sprinkling into the water of the Qinhuai River, countless people are surprised to see the big waves in the water.

A big fish jumps out of the water, slapping the waves and rising and falling.

Big fish are also ink-colored.

The man in the purple shirt put his hands behind his back and stepped out, and after the big fish raised its tail to catch the man, it split the waves, like a snake in the water, swinging layers of waves, and went straight to the river bank.

What a miracle!

Such miracles are no different from when Fan Wenzheng Gongxian went to the sky with a crane!

On the painting boat, there is a woman who is blessed with big fish and people.

Countless people bowed down.

But there was the sound of iron hooves, and the soldiers of Jiankang Mansion who heard the news were under the sword, even if everyone yearned for the posture of this saint, they did not dare to go against the government, and closed their doors one after another, but they looked at the river through the gap in the window lattice.

Zhong Xuan rode the fish and broke the waves, the purple robe fluttered in the wind and snow, and the scattered electric light above his head was ethereal and gorgeous, like an immortal crossing the sea.

Landing.

The big fish behind him crumbled, turned into wisps of ink smoke, and melted into the heavy snow.

A blue and purple thunderbolt fell from the sky.

The painting sage waved his hand, and the pen that had long been inkless was like a ghostly workmanship, giving birth to pale cyan ink out of thin air, condensed and tangible, and a two-meter-square paper umbrella appeared half a meter above his head.

Let the bruises and thunder fall and stand still.

Blocking thunder is like keeping snow out.

The thunder fell, fell on the umbrella surface, and burst into ten thousand fireworks, Zhong Xuan stepped on, then the paper umbrella followed, Zhong Xuan at this moment, is the saint who walked in the world.

The saint holds the pen, holds an umbrella, and walks on the snow and thunder.

Li Ruyu left his sword and right sword, silently staring at the sage of painting on the shore, and bent down slightly: "Mr. is polite." ”

Zhong Xuan nodded, "I'm going to teach you to be disappointed." ”

Li Ruyu was surprised, "Mr. is leaving Jiankang?" ”

Zhong Xuan sighed: "I can't bear the boy's blue blood flowing empty, last night there were five people who were bloodstained in the sky, pitiful." They are all good men, why not go to the north to kill the barbarians, but because of me, I am a stranger and die on the bank of the Qinhuai River, wouldn't it be a pity. ”

Li Ruyu was stunned for a moment, and then was silent for a while before saying: "Please go to Lin'an, Your Majesty will like Mr.'s painting very much, and no one will die in vain at that time, and Mr.'s brush can even live countless men." ”

Jonghyun shook his head.

"So, Prince Zhao Zhen, what do you think, sir?" A breeze rippled, and the sword-hugging youth appeared seven or eight meters to the left of Li Ruyu, as if he appeared out of thin air, and as if he had been there all along, but no one could see it.

Zhong Xuan still shook his head, "My painting is for the mountains and rivers of the world, not for the rivers of a certain person in the world." ”

Mountains and rivers and rivers are different in meaning.

This is the heart of a painter.

After all, art belongs to the world, not to one person, and the king cannot be above the world.

The sword-hugging young man laughed, and the killing intent was scattered, "Then there is no need to talk about it?" ”

Zhong Xuan laughed, "Why talk about it." ”

Li Ruyu was silent for a while, and looked at Zhong Xuan, "Mr. wants to be an idle cloud and wild crane, and he admires it in his later life, but a person who studies for a lifetime and learns for a lifetime is not his own selfishness after all. ”

Zhong Xuan was surprised and smiled with relief: "If everyone in the world is like you, why is the world not peaceful." ”

He also said: "I am a painter, I only know how to splash ink to preserve the scenery of time, peace in the world, I have the knowledge and other people's Confucianism, if the empress of the other day is responsible for you, it can be attributed to me." ”

Li Ruyu was helpless, and asked for the last time: "Mr. really wants to leave?" ”

Zhong Xuan nodded, "Your master doesn't want to be a master, although I can't compare to your master, but I am also willing to leave a little bit of alien bones, and let the empress know that this strange person in the cool world is not all people who can be killed and recruited by Beizhen Fusi." ”

Existence is reasonable.

Since aliens exist in this world, there is no original sin at all, and there is the freedom to live according to one's own will, so why do you have to kill them all, and kill them if you don't use them for your own use, it's really too domineering.

Li Ruyu smiled bitterly, "But have you ever thought that if one day you fall into the hands of traitors, Mr.'s painting will become a sharp weapon to slaughter the Li people, how can it be a blessing for the common people." ”

A voice laughed loudly, "Dare to ask Li County Order, what is a traitor?" ”

Han was dressed in the prefect's official mansion, and under the escort of a man with a wrist injury, he stepped on the snow, and his voice was like a bell, "The butt decides the head, the traitor in the mouth of Li County, how can there be no possibility of becoming a sage one day!" ”

"Merit and demerit have their own conclusion, and the history is left to be written." Han stood in front of Zhong Xuan with a big grin, and said after making a salute: "Mr. has the Tao to cultivate himself, but the scholar cultivates himself and rules the country in peace, and the talent of Mr. is why he sprinkles the dead things between the mountains and rivers, you must know that the livelihood of all people in the world is the heart of my generation of scholars." ”

Zhong Xuan was surprised, and pondered for a long time before sighing: "What a fair way!" ”

Han smiled faintly, "But I'm not fair." ”

Zhong Xuan shook his head, "Governor Han will inevitably rise to prominence one day, and will eventually become the prime minister of the Zaifu Monarch, I hope you can remember today's words, take the common people in the world as your mind, and assist the Son of Heaven to create a more prosperous world with a scholarly spirit, and don't live up to my generation of scholars." ”

As soon as these words came out, Han Mouren, Li Ruyu and the young man holding the sword all knew that this sage and stranger would never go to Lin'an, and he would become Wang Kun's staff when he entered the court, and they were not attractive to him.

Han sighed, "Sir, let's go." ”

In fact, this is also something that he is happy to see - if his mentor Wang Kun gets such a strange person, then it will be the empress's failure, and when the thunder rage is really carried by Ning Hong?

No matter how you look at the teacher, maybe this sage and stranger followed the sword-hugging young man to Lin'an quietly south, and when he turned back, this sword-hugging young man would kill himself with a sword.

It's better to let him go.

If the teacher blames him, what can he do with himself?

It's a big deal to break up in the future, and without the support of you Wang Kun, I Han will not be able to enter the central phase of the championship?

Joke!

However, it is likely that this sage will not be able to leave.

Since he didn't go to Lin'an, neither the empress nor Wang Kun would let him leave Jiankang alive, but I was afraid that the next step would be to kill the painting saint with the sword and Li Ruyu.

Thinking of this, Han sighed.

It's a pity for a painter.