The sunset was like blood, and the last rays of sunlight shone obliquely on the desert.

The price of calligraphy and painting was fixed at 2,187 taels of silver, and as expected, no one bought Xia Qing's paintings. If someone really buys it, that's not normal.

This kid is doomed!

People couldn't wait any longer, and they staked the last copper plate on their bodies.

"Boy, hurry up, don't be a mother-in-law anymore. The old painter urged.

"Like, this kid won't want to go back, will he?" the people chimed in, urging loudly.

Xia Qing raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and saw the carriage guarded by the ghost-faced knights rolling from the desert, saw the faint beautiful woman in the carriage, the little girl who poked her head out of the window, and the blooming peach blossom on the carriage, "The desert is lonely, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, the beauty is coming from the west, and the sunset is like blood......"

What a beautiful peach blossom! Xia Qing could see for a while, time seemed to stop at this moment, and she didn't hear people's urging at all.

The cool breeze is gusting, the carriage is getting closer, and the sun is about to set.

Xia Qing came back to his senses, began to grind the ink, and then slowly spread out a blank piece of paper. was about to put pen to paper, but accidentally knocked over the ink, and a large piece of white paper was black, causing a burst of laughter.

"It's hairy, and I really can't draw at all!"

"Boy, you're going to die! Dare to lie to Lao Tzu who has been exposed to the sun here for most of the day, you're going to die!"

The crowd became irritable, and several ruffian bullies stepped forward together, pressing their finger bones to crackle, and wanted to beat Xia Qing in public. There's no way, looking at Xia Qing, my hands itch, I can't do it if I don't fight! Such a high-profile person doesn't fight when he comes to the door, how can he mix in the Xihaiyuan Market in the future?

Xia Qing was unmoved, and continued to paint, one stroke from east to west, saying that it was whimsical to say that it sounded good, and it was scribbling to put it bluntly, which seemed to be more nervous under people's laughter.

People laughed, knowing that this time it was a complete victory, but slowly, some people were surprised and found that under Xia Qing's graffiti, a picture gradually appeared on the white paper. At sunset, a dilapidated town rises over the desert, where men, women, and children gather at the door of a pharmacy to watch a young man painting, and the signboard of 'Xu Ji Commercial Company' is clear; outside the city, a horse-drawn carriage is galloping, and the smoke and dust are billowing out, and a hideous grimace knight can be faintly seen in the smoke, and a big red peach blossom in full bloom is engraved on the carriage of the carriage.

Someone exclaimed, eyes wide in disbelief, "Oh my God, he'...... He's painting us?"

"Doodle, what's the carriage?"

A ruffian picks a thorn in the egg, takes a step forward to make a move, and the next moment is dumbfounded. I saw Xia Qing with a few strokes, and a figure with a face full of flesh jumped on the paper, it was this ruffian who shouted and shouted to kill, the other parts of the body were a little blurry, but the horizontal flesh on the face, the big yellow teeth in the mouth, and the fierce triangular eyes were vivid, and the ferocity of this ruffian was perfectly outlined.

The crowd suddenly fell silent, and a pin could be heard clearly when it fell to the ground, and no one could laugh anymore.

At the door of the pharmacy, Xu Tianfu, a rich and unkind old man, was also dumbfounded, holding a wine glass in his left hand and a peanut in his right hand, but his body would not move like a stone sculpture, and his eyes were about to fall out.

Everyone was shocked, including the old painter who claimed that his ancestors had made a living by painting. The picture of the lady handed down by the ancestor is indeed good, it is the handwriting of the master, but it is weak compared to Xia Qing's painting. The key is that the picture of the lady was handed down by the ancestors more than 100 years ago, but Xia Qing's painting was painted on the spot, and it was drawn on the spot under the gaze of people, which made people stunned. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have believed that there was such a Danqing technique in the world.

Xia Qing put down the pen, picked up the painting and looked at it, his brows slowly wrinkled, "The ink is not polished well, and the pen power is still not enough!"

Xia Qing didn't seem satisfied, didn't look at the people, hung up the painting, then sat down to polish the ink, and slowly spread out another blank paper.

The crowd was in a commotion, rushing forward to get a sneak peek. After seeing Xia Qing's paintings, anyone with a little insight was shocked, and they were all shocked by Xia Qing's paintings that seemed to be scribbling casually, and no one cared about the silver taels on the ground anymore, forgetting the bet that they thought they would win.

Butler Zhao was also surprised, and his eyes brightened up somehow. I only know that Xia Qing has been smart since he was a child, and he has read poetry and books all over under the teaching of Lao Taijun, and he broke through to the peak of martial arts at a young age, but he didn't expect Danqing's skills to be so good.

The sound of heavy horses' hooves was heard, and the people turned to find a caravan of horses entering the town, and the guards were murderous, all wearing hideous and terrifying grimace masks, and clustered around a luxurious and delicate carriage.

"Is there really a horse team outside the city?"

"The content of the painting turned out to be real, strange, how did this kid know?"

People screamed, especially the ruffian who picked the thorns in the egg just now, and suddenly became scared while shocked, and hurriedly retreated, feeling an inexplicable danger in Xia Qing's body. What did not be seen by anyone outside the city, but Xia Qing saw it and drew it, what does this mean? This is a hidden master of the rivers and lakes! The body of the ruffian who retreated into the crowd trembled, and he was secretly glad that he did not make a reckless move.

People turned around, shocked again. Xia Qing began to write again, and in a blink of an eye, there was an expressive picture on the white paper. On the screen, people turned around one after another, looking in amazement at the carriage rolling from the city gate, and the irrelevant places were blurred, except for the people's facial expressions that were clear and nuanced, with wide eyes, straight eyes, and big mouths that could swallow an egg, showing people's instant consternation.

Xia Qing spread out the third blank paper, painting the scene is still the scene, but this time, the onlookers are blurred, the carriage engraved with blooming peach blossoms is clear and expressive, the veiled beautiful woman sitting in the carriage, the little girl curiously leaning out of the window, clearly outlined, in the blurred onlookers against the background, the beautiful woman and the little girl are particularly clear and expressive.

Xia Qing hung up the three pieces of white paper to dry in the wind, and then began to bow his head and clean up, putting away all the silver on the ground.

Not a single painting was sold, but the silver taels earned exceeded everyone's expectations, and the total was no less than six thousand taels. There are a lot of broken silver, and there are also silver tickets of various sizes.

The old painter was silent, and he was convinced, and the others had no objections. After seeing Xia Qing's paintings, everyone was shocked, and even a few ruffians who used to bully people lost without temper.

This is not a painting, but a memory of time, a brand of the times!

Time stops passing, life stops at this moment, and everyone seems to be stuck in the world of painting, including the old painter, the ruffian and the little girl in the carriage.

People were outside the painting, looking at themselves in the painting, and for a while, everyone's hearts were shocked and stupid. The passing carriage also stopped, and the little girl's eyes were straight.

"Agreed!"

Xia Qing arched his hand, rolled up the three paintings, picked up Zhao's housekeeper and left. Yin Liang is already worried, and next, he has to refine the pill as soon as possible to help Zhao Da Steward heal his injuries.

"Wait a minute!" the little girl jumped out of the carriage and came to Xia Qing, took out a money bag from her arms, and filled it with silver taels, "Slow, I want all three paintings! This is three thousand taels of silver, take them all, don't look for them!"

"Two thousand one hundred and eighty-seven taels, a total of three. Xia Qing replied.

The little girl was a little flustered, and the silver taels in the bag were obviously not enough. A few silver tickets and silver add up to more than three thousand taels, I thought it was more than enough, but I didn't expect to buy only a third.

Xia Qing walked away, and the onlookers automatically gave way to it.

"Hey, I want it all, don't go!"

The little girl ran to the carriage, pestered the beautiful woman and asked for a few large silver tickets, and trotted to catch up with Xia Qing, "There are seven thousand taels of silver here, and I want all three paintings." ”

Xia Qing took a deep look at the luxurious and exquisite carriage and the beautiful woman sitting in the car, continued to walk forward, and said lightly: "Don't wait for it to be outdated, don't sell it." ”

The last rays of sunlight dissipated, and the night fell and it was dark.

"Bastard!"

The little girl was so angry that she stomped her feet, her eyes turned red all of a sudden, and she was about to cry with Xia Qing. When she saw herself in the painting from afar, she liked it, and she had to be fascinated by it, and she didn't hesitate to pay as much silver as she could. But who would have thought that Xia Qing would not sell it.

The crowd was noisy, equally surprised.

Xia Qing said first, only selling paintings before the sun sets, and does not wait for obsolescence. People thought it was just a joke, deliberately attracting attention, but they didn't expect that Xia Qing really didn't look back. It's not seven taels, it's a whole seven thousand taels of silver! Who is this young man?

A mysterious teenager with an extraordinary personality!

Everyone's hearts were blown away.