Han Mansion, Han suddenly stood up.

Heavy snow thunders, abnormality must be demons...... Well, there must be something different!

It's just that this is a new alien, or is that sage alien going to make some earth-shattering moves, Han didn't know anything, and before he went out, he saw the young man holding the sword leaning on the porch pillar in front of the door, and said with his mouth: "On the Qinhuai River." ”

Meaningful.

Han was shocked, "Go and see." ”

What the hell is that stranger who can paint saints, causing thunder at this time, does he have to force everyone to see the dagger.

In Ning Hong's mansion, this scholar, who was originally from a poor family but ascended to heaven because of Ning Que, the right minister, was a little surprised when he heard the thunder.

Thinking of what his uncle Ning Que had warned him with a family letter, Ning Hong couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Uncle is too soft and timid, so he will be pressed by Wang Kun to raise his head, they are all fathers, and they all start from a poor family, so they don't have to be afraid of being targeted by the empress, but the uncle still lets Wang Kun everywhere.

The pig is dressed very well, but unfortunately it can't eat the tiger.

sighed, got up and returned to the house, and said to the lady of the main house, who still had the charm: "I will go to the Qinhuai River to listen to the song and dance, is the lady willing to go with me?" ”

The woman in the main house of Langya Wang, who was born in a declining family, is very virtuous, remembering the three virtues of women, took a big coat to Ning Hong and draped it on her shoulders, and said with a gentle smile: "Husband, let's go, the concubine will not disturb the husband's interest, drink less wine, dress more, and return early." ”

Ning Hong smiled, "It's just drinking, and by the way, take a look at the excitement." ”

At the critical moment, you might as well give Han someone a little stumbling, and hitting someone Han is hitting Wang Kun, which is conducive to his uncle's status in the DPRK.

Ning Hong walked into the courtyard.

There were people in the courtyard, a young man in a long shirt with a beard, quietly watching the cardamom girl with pigtails under the plum tree dancing lightly in the heavy snow, her eyes were as gentle as a lover, and when she saw Ning Hong come out, she immediately looked serious.

Ning Hong smiled and said, "Master Fan, how many drinks do you have in Linjiang Tower?" ”

The long-shirted literati surnamed Fan shook his head.

Ning Hong went out.

The little girl under the plum tree suddenly stopped dancing, frowning and looking pained, Fan Fuzi looked distressed, "Huan'er, it's cold outside, let's go into the house." ”

The little girl forced her pain and smiled, "Good master. ”

Fan Fuzi's doting eyes were like a forbidden eye, watching the girl named Ning Huan enter the house, I don't know why, I remembered the woman A Mu who I met by chance in the Qinhuai River, sighed deeply, and whispered to myself The world is so small.

laughed again, the world only knows the Xie family's late stream, but they don't know the Ning family's Huan'er, and they can also hang the name Cardamom Record.

Fan Fuzi is like a lover in his eyes.

In the backyard of the county government, Li Ruyu and the three of them looked in the direction of the Qinhuai River in surprise.

The next moment, Li Ruyu rushed out of the county government like an arrow from the string, and did not forget to grab the embroidered spring knife when he left-out of the strange people, naturally belonging to the ministry of Beizhen Fusi.

Ah Mu took a moment to collect the hem of his skirt, got up unhurriedly, walked a few steps, looked back at Fang Thirteen in a daze strangely, and said in surprise: "You're not going?" ”

Fang Thirteen's expression was complicated, and he sighed, "Go." ”

A saint on the banks of the Qinhuai River.

Zhong Xuan has one hand behind his back, his big sleeves are fluttering, the purple robe dances without wind, his hair is flying, his Confucian demeanor has dimmed the sword light and sword shadow, the pen is like flying, a few strokes, and when he mentions it, he outlines the prototype of a woman, and her body is graceful and graceful stepping on the snow and picking flowers.

Bai Yujing's eyes were in a trance, like Mu Xianxian.

At this moment, Mr. Zhong is the saint who paints the Tao, and every stroke is like the traces of immortals.

Zhong Xuan suddenly raised his head and snorted.

He laughed, "Since Li Qinglian is not afraid of thunder, why should I be afraid?" ”

The brush in your hand is empty.

After one o'clock, a heavy stroke was erected, and the ink infected between the pen masters dispersed like smoke, but it did not dissolve, condensed together, as if the void was a canvas, and a pale cyan long sword was drawn with one stroke.

A stroke is a sword.

After drawing a sword, Jonghyun didn't look at it, rotten, "Go!" ”

Keep your head down and paint.

The pale cyan long sword formed by the ink diffuse was spiritual, and it suddenly broke through the air and flew straight to meet the thunder that was about to fall.

Crack!

There was a crunch.

The lightning was like a streamer, scattering in all directions, as brilliant as fireworks.

The pale cyan sword burst out.

Since he is no longer standing under the Heavenly Dao, Zhong Xuan doesn't mind saying more, and while painting, he sighed to Bai Yujing: "Bai everyone's Xiaokai also has something special, you need to be cautious in the future, but don't cause thunder." ”

Bai Yujing couldn't cry or laugh, "The slave family thinks it's not enough." ”

How can I have the posture of an immortal like you, in fact, no matter what kind of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting I have, even if I try my best to wash my whole body to deduce the work, it has never caused the slightest thunder.

Not even thunder.

Only when you talk about the truth about the Inhumans will you be shocked.

This is the sadness of ordinary people, but also the luck of ordinary people.

Zhong Xuan also smiled, "I look at Qin Huai Bayan, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting should be the first, if he gets the guidance of a famous person in the future, he will not be able to hang the name of the chant, if in the first life, when the heroine of the woman, but sigh that there are many demons in the world, it is my quite complacent painting, and I dare not say that it will be better than some of the sages and descendants who have not yet appeared, you must know that there are mountains outside the mountain." ”

Bai Yujing watched Zhong Xuan's brush fall, and finally couldn't help it: "Mr.'s surname is Wu, or is his surname Gu?" ”

Zhong Xuan laughed, "If I paint women, can everyone see anything?" ”

Bai Yujing was shocked: "Gu Sanjue? "But it's also a little incomprehensible, if it's surnamed Gu, how can you know Li Qinglian.

Jonghyun smiled and said nothing.

While speaking, there was thunder falling from the snow clouds, Zhong Xuan didn't think about it, he lifted the pen in the void a little, and between the rippling brushwork, there was a pale cyan ink woman singing and dancing, spreading over the top of the painting boat, embracing thunder.

The ink woman burst out, and the thunder disappeared invisibly.

The red thunder kept falling.

Zhong Xuan in the painting boat splashes ink and waves, and the pen is like a flying clothes with the wind, and the strokes are outlined, which not only makes a woman who walks on the snow and picks flowers jump on the paper, but also has a vision between the brushes.

Or the ink sword, or the ink woman, or the bird like an arrow...... Wherever the thoughts go, the visions that are born and thought can resist thunder.

After arriving, it was too troublesome, and a few strokes sketched a paper umbrella in the void, and rose into the air to cover the painting boat.

More than a dozen thunderbolts were unbreakable.

It wasn't until the red and white thunder turned into blue and purple thunder that the paper umbrella with the handle was smashed.

This portrayal is complete, and the ink is still wet.

It's a pity that all of them are ink, and even plum blossoms are ink.

On the three-foot-long canvas, it is under the plum forest after the heavy snowfall, the plum blossoms are dotted with branches, the cold air is rippling with arrogant wind and frost, there are women wearing long skirts and mopping the floor, grabbing plum branches and sniffing carefully, the expression is vivid and lifelike, and the aura is compelling, as if there is really such a woman who will become a canvas and walk into the world.

The plum picking woman has a soul!

Bai Yujing knows how to paint, although it is not enough to compare with the sages, he has also observed a lot of peerless masterpieces, and he was stunned at the moment, and only bent down and bowed for a long time, "Mr. Dacai, please accept the slave family." ”