These days, Tang Xin has not raised the pen to study the ink to paint, or rather, her delicate can no longer sketch a painting that fits her state of mind.

And so on for days, day after day.

It was not until the morning of the fifth day that the girl closed the doors and windows in her boudoir and studied the ink seriously.

At this moment, a maid with a red face gently knocked on Tang Xin's boudoir, the two lowered their heads and whispered a few words, Tang Xin hurriedly threw down the paintbrush in his hand, walked quickly around a water pavilion corridor, and walked towards a side room.

Not far from Tang Xin's residence, in a study room with the fragrance of Han ink, an easy-going and well-dressed old man casually attached himself to a wide rosewood long table, with a scroll on the table, the scroll seemed to be old, exuding a strong smell of decay, and the old man looked at the scroll inch by inch, with an extremely serious expression.

The old man seemed to have some sour eyes, so he raised his head and looked out the window attentively, as if muttering to the scroll painting: "It is said that you are from the hand of a blind painter, but why doesn't the old man have this vision?"

After a few breaths, Tang Xin pushed open the door of the study, smiled at the old man, and introduced a handsome young man in white clothes and tied hair.

The young man lifted the hem of his clothes, carefully crossed the threshold, and walked earnestly to salute the old man.

"Junior, I've seen everyone Tang. ”

The boy seemed to be calm as usual, but in fact his heart was not at peace, and on the way Tang Xin told him how to call his grandfather, and said that his grandfather was a strange person, and let him act when he had the opportunity, but when he crossed the threshold, those words became blurred.

The young man could see that the old man was not a cultivator, but there was a smell on his body that made him depressed, which may be related to his long-term position at the top, coupled with the cultivation of books over the years, so Xiao Jiansheng was a little restrained.

The old man didn't look up, still silent in the painting, his heavy eyebrows condensed, and he said straight to the point: "I heard from the next person, you are from Wuji Palace?"

The old man's voice was not high, but it was very penetrating.

The young man was slightly surprised, but when he looked at his brand-new clothes, he was quickly relieved when he thought of the jade plaque, and nodded: "Exactly, it's just that he hasn't officially started his cultivation yet." ”

The old man seemed to be very disgusted with the cultivators, frowned, looked up at Tang Xin, who was standing with his head in his hand, and said sharply: "Don't bring people to your home casually in the future, especially those who practice martial arts, the murderous aura on their bodies is too heavy, how can the hand that practices the knife be compared with the hand holding the pen." ”

Tang Xin bowed his head slightly, his eyes were fixed on his toes, and he didn't dare to speak.

The old man continued: "As for the scroll of burial mountains and rivers, you don't have to worry about it anymore, and I have ordered someone to take back the painting of the spring breeze and moon willow at a high price, and I will let the next person take away all your brushes and burn them in a while, as for Your Majesty, I will have my own words." ”

The old man was extremely impatient, waved his hand at Tang Xin and the young man, and motioned for the two to go out.

Tang Xin's eyes were sour, the young man was flat, although he had not been in contact with a big family of this level, but he had read a lot of adoptive father's books, and it would be good to treat him like this, so the young man glanced at Tang Xin, turned around and walked out of the door, just as he stepped over the threshold, the old man suddenly turned to look at his back and said, "Leave that copied painting and leave." ”

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the young man rode on the threshold awkwardly, his face slightly cold.

Seeing this, Tang Xin whispered: "Grandpa, that painting is willing to be given away by Xin'er, so there is no need to take it back, right?"

The old man's majestic gaze left the picture scroll on the table, and he said with a heart: "Xin'er, you say, he is a dancer with a knife and a gun, what is the use of a painting, lest one day he will die on the street and the scroll will fall into the hands of others, wouldn't it ruin the reputation of my Tang family for thousands of years?"

Tang Xin wanted to say something, but he lowered his head under the pressure of the old man's gaze.

At this moment, Xiao Jiansheng said with a smile: "Tang everyone's words are wrong, first of all, it is not up to you whether I will die on the street, and besides, since ancient times, although the literati and scholars have no ability to wield guns and sticks, but just with one mouth, there are many uneasy things in the world that criticize the pen and the order, you just want to classify the warriors and the literati, is it a little too arbitrary?"

The old man raised his head violently, looked at the chattering young man with disdain, and said angrily: "You are not qualified to talk about this with the old man, hand over the picture scroll and leave, otherwise, don't say that my Tang family bullied you as a weak junior." ”

The young man felt that this old man had just a strange personality, which was simply unreasonable.

He crossed the threshold with his hind feet and was about to flash, but suddenly there was a languishing old man in front of him.

Huang Daoling looked at the young man's deflated expression, and said with relief: "Do you want the old man to help you with something?"

The young man knew that this old man was not easy to mess with, and he had the grace to save his life, and knew that today's affairs could no longer be done by temperament, so he wanted to take this picture scroll to study it well, so he had to endure the pain of parting his love.

Just when Xiao Jiansheng was about to turn out the picture scroll from the bag behind him, Tang Xin suddenly walked over, looked at Huang Daoling and said, "Uncle Huang, even you are confused, there is still a reason to come back the things you sent out?"

Huang Daoling said with a smile: "Happy people do happy things, and they don't suffer anywhere, boy, do you say yes?"

The boy nodded earnestly, feeling that what he said was unreasonable, but it was reasonable.

Shao leaning, he took out the picture scroll of the buried mountains and rivers, stepped forward quickly, and gently put it on the corner of the table under the old man, just as he retreated, his eyes swept the true traces of the buried mountains and rivers, and he couldn't tell what was uncomfortable, but there was a feeling of dizziness.

Especially the purple sky, he couldn't extricate his gaze, it seemed that the purple sky was flowing, and his eyes passed through the purple sky, it seemed that it was a world after another, and there was also a woman in that world, who was also looking at the purple sky, and the woman in the picture scroll copied by Tang Xin was actually looking at one place.

The boy shook his head, as if to shake himself awake.

He quickly grabbed the picture scroll on the corner of the table and unfolded it, and under the old man's angry gaze, he aligned the picture scroll with the original painting and laid it flat, as if it was a little more comfortable, but the feeling of dizziness still could not be completely eliminated.

In order not to completely anger the old man, the young man carefully retreated to the door.

After the young man left, the old man stared at the two tightly spliced picture scrolls and whispered, as if the picture scroll was no longer a boring barren mountain range, and the woman in the painting was also alive, especially the woman's gaze......

The old man suddenly raised his head, looked at the back of the young man leaving, and said, "Where are you going, let Uncle Huang give you a ride, Longyan City has not been safe recently." ”

Tang Xin smiled knowingly, took the opportunity to pull the corner of the young man, and reminded in a low voice: "Grandpa is talking to you." ”

The young man could hear from the words that the old man's attitude towards him seemed to have changed, as for the reason, he didn't have time to think about it now, remembering what Chen Shenping had explained before, the young man said bluntly: "I plan to go out of the city now and go to the northwest to find someone, if it is inconvenient for Uncle Huang, I can go by myself." ”

......

It was still the carriage, the horseman Huang Daoling curled up in front of the car, as if he was asleep, and gradually accelerated to drive out of the city, the young man in the car and Tang Xin sat face to face, the young man was looking at the sky all the way, looking at the surrounding scenery, Tang Xin was looking at the side face of the young man, and there was a trace of unspeakable pain in his eyes.

Her original intention was to introduce the boy to her grandfather, to try to use the boy's unique insight into the painting to take her grandfather out of the painting, but unexpectedly, her grandfather's performance today made her a little helpless.

Leaning less, the young man turned to look at Tang Xin and said, "Miss Tang doesn't have to be like this, your grandfather's temper is indeed a little weird, but he is also a man of temperament." ”

Tang Xin carefully avoided the young man's direct gaze, and said softly: "I don't need you to comfort me, grandfather will understand my distress, but you don't have to worry about it." ”

Young laughs and no longer speaks.

It was only after a long time that the young man said, "Maybe your grandfather has already walked out of the picture scroll at this time." ”

Tang Xin looked at the young man in surprise, and was speechless for a while.

The carriage drove out for more than ten miles, and after turning over a gentle hillside, his vision suddenly widened, and at this moment, Huang Daoling, who had been curling up, greeted Tang Xin and the young man in the car: "Children, sit tight!"