"Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road. 【】”

"The cold wind sends the soul, Ruixue Zhaofeng year!"

"National teacher, great talent!" After Mayor Fan looked at the words written by Dong Ce, he couldn't help but praise them, although he felt that the words were not good.

"Don't be happy." Dong Ce put down his pen, picked up a few bamboo tubes, poured some lacquer powder into the rows of bowls, dipped them in water and grinded.

"What does the national teacher mean?" Mayor Fan was immediately worried.

"Nothing." Dong Ce smiled and said, "It's just to use your Fan Jiazhen as a blueprint to draw a picture." ”

"Uh...... It's a good thing that the national teacher paints for my Fanjiazhen, and it's too late for the old man to be happy. ”

Looking at the smiling Mayor Fan, Dong Ce shook his head, pointed to twenty words and said, "The theme of this painting!" ”

Mayor Fan is not stupid, he understood as soon as he heard it, and hurriedly reached out and grabbed Dong Ce's wrist and said: "Don't, the national teacher begs you, don't be like this, although I didn't manage Mayor Fan well, but I didn't end up with a Zhumen wine and meat smell, and there are frozen bones on the road!" ”

Dong Ce didn't say a word, staring at Mayor Fan's hand, and immediately frightened Mayor Fan to retract his hand, still longing: "National teacher, please raise your noble hand." ”

He finally understood what the national teacher meant by not being happy!

The painting of the national teacher has been famous all over the country, and it can be seen that as soon as this painting comes out, tsk, he is the mayor of the town can finish playing.

"Mayor Fan." Dong Ce raised his eyes to look at the poor old man and said with a smile: "I don't name the place. ”

"That's not going to work out!" Although Mayor Fan has never seen Dong Ce's paintings, it is rumored that seeing the painting is like seeing the real scene, this is really going to be painted, can you hide it from someone who cares?

"Do you still want Fanjia Town to prosper?" Dong Ce didn't have a good airway.

"Don't you be, the little old man can't afford it, the national teacher should make it clear, the little old man is really stupid, and he can't see the true meaning of this."

Dong Ce said while grinding the paint: "Oh, okay, let's say this, win sympathy, some people are out of sight, but I have to let them see, I have to make their hearts full of pimples and uncomfortable, these paintings, not only let those who live in wealth know that they are the same people, the same day, but different tragic lives, but also let them understand that the culprit of the White Lotus Sect has done those hateful things!" There are a total of four paintings, all of them are huge, zhang long, four feet high, I have already prepared a small sample, your Fanjiazhen is the last one, it is this Ruixue Zhaofeng year! ”

"Shhh Mayor Fan took a deep breath, and after looking at Dong Ce's words again, he couldn't help but lower his voice and asked, "Zhumen's wine and meat stink, White Lotus Sect?" ”

"Yes!" Dong Ce nodded.

Mayor Fan pointed to another line of words and said, "There are frozen bones on the road, refugees?" ”

"Old man!" Dong Ce approved.

"But the cold wind sends the soul, where is this framing?" Mayor Fan was puzzled.

"On the way to Fanjia Town." Dong Ce didn't explain much.

"Oh!" Mayor Fan understood, and said with a smile: "The national teacher will draw it!" ”

Dong Ce is not ambiguous, and after adjusting the paint, he immediately picks up the pen to paint.

The first one, Dong Ce took four days to take shape, and Mayor Fan ran over to sit behind him to look at it, and when the painting was completed, he was really shocked.

The painting is very large, Mayor Fan has never seen such a big painting, the painting is a cityscape, door to door to the end of the city tower, there seems to be no roof in the painting, but take a closer look, in fact, there is, but the tone is very light, the more to the side, the color of the roof is more obvious, from the transparent like water to the transparent glass, and then to the real scene of the general tiles and snow, the end is novel atmosphere, eclectic.

And in these houses, some places are full of gold and silver ingots, silk and satin, and there is a circle of people around the round table on the side, with big fish and meat on the table, these people drink and talk happily, and the sound of dogs and horses, some inner rooms, there are men who oppress this struggling woman, and some places are actually killing!

At the end of a building, there is a city tower, and on the city tower, the flagpole erected is the flag of the White Lotus Sect!

Seeing this, Mayor Fan suddenly woke up, he looked at the men who were drinking again, and found that their clothes and armor were actually the soldiers and horses of the White Lotus Sect.

Two days later, the second painting also appeared, this one is much simpler, but it can be combined with the previous one, in this painting is the street outside the building, the snow is flying, the ground is full of corpses, there are children, old people, half of their bodies are covered with snow, there is only one hand stretched out from the snowdrift, this skinny hand not only stretched out of the snow, it seems to reach out from the painting to the outside of the painting, trying to grab someone's shoulder, it is terrifying, on the side, outside the vermilion gate of several mansions, there are knocking doors that do not open, and there are those who open the doors, But it was a man wearing the costume of the White Lotus Sect, he was holding a war knife, and stabbed an old man holding a broken bowl in the abdomen, the knife stretched out from the old man's back, blood red and blood-red, it was shocking to see, and he shuddered!

It's still the tower, it's still the flagpole!

By the third painting, four days had passed, and in this painting, outside the city, a group of refugees was like a long snake with no end in sight, hidden in the snow between heaven and earth.

Some people died, some people were digging the soil, some people were buried, some people knelt in front of the newly repaired graves and prayed, but no one helped them, and the scenes seemed to be seen with their own eyes, in fact, Mayor Fan had already seen it, and not only once!

Wiping away the old tears, Mayor Fan said: "The next one is Fanjiazhen." ”

Dong Ce nodded, seeing that the room had been occupied by three giant paintings, and there was no room for painting, he walked over and touched the first one, and after making sure that it was done, he said to Mayor Fan: "How is the mayor's handwriting?" ”

"Ah...... No, no! Mayor Fan knew what the national teacher meant, and he wanted to write an inscription, although he really wanted to leave his own ink on it...... However, he is also afraid of being laughed to death by the world!

And the words of the national teacher, he had seen it ten days ago, and he knew it, and it was ordinary, but this painting was really ...... Amazing!

"Then please ask the mayor to find a pen and ink master and write those three sentences one by one."

Elder Fan Zhen blushed and said with a wry smile: "How can we have any pen and ink in this town, there are only one hundred and eighty people who can read, and they can't recognize all of them." ”

"Then go and ask the woman at the right door, if it doesn't work, go to the monk Xingyuan, if it still doesn't work, the mayor thinks your words are better than mine, just come to you, if it doesn't work, you can only transport it to the capital and let someone write it on your behalf."

Although Dong Ce strives for perfection, sometimes you just lack this thing.

When Mayor Fan heard this, he hurriedly ran to the opposite door, came to the door of Baili Shuang's house and whispered: "Baili lady, dare to ask you how your calligraphy is?" ”

The door opened quickly, but it was Biyue who came out, and she said impatiently: "What do you mean, old man?" ”

Mayor Fan immediately regretted it, he should have called some nurses, after all, this woman must hate him to death!

"Just ask, if it's commonplace, then forget it."

"I ......" Biyue just wanted to scold, but Ziyue came out and said: "You have found the right person, my Shuangniang's pen and ink are unparalleled in the world, and she is in a class of its own." ”

"Can you write a few words?" Mayor Fan didn't believe it.

"Wait." Ziyue turned around as she spoke, was suddenly stunned, and asked, "What to write?" ”

"Uh......" After thinking about it, Mayor Fan said in a flash of inspiration: "Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road!" ”

Ziyue was stunned for a moment, and then said sarcastically with a smile: "This is really the right situation!" [This chapter was first published. Love. Yes. sound., remember the URL ()]