Wandering?

Smell.

Yan Jinghong was stunned for a moment, and his eyebrows couldn't help revealing a trace of hideousness.

That Mr. Ye is now on the Danqing layer of the Breeze Falling Moon Pavilion.

And you're making a painting with the theme of a goddess.

Isn't this a re-mess?

Not to mention.

This time, it was the ancestors who accompanied him.

Once that Mr. Ye is dissatisfied, when the old ancestor is angry, this matter will definitely affect the innocent.

But now.

Do you still have the leisure to wander around here?

Is this something that a second prince should do?

Syllable!

The more Yan Jinghong thought about it, the more angry he became, his eyes glared angrily, and he suddenly slapped Yan Jingfeng in the face.

"Yan Jinghong, you are crazy, you dare to do it to me?!"

Yan Jingfeng's face changed dramatically in an instant, and his expression was full of shock.

To know.

He is a noble person, the second prince of the ancient kingdom of Dayan.

It's just that fate is not good, and he was born a few hours later than Yan Jinghong, the prince.

But even so.

He thought that neither his wisdom nor his cultivation talent were weaker than Yan Jinghong.

Therefore, from childhood to adulthood, he was very unconvinced by this prince.

But now.

This prince actually shot at him in public.

I really thought that he Yan Jingfeng was a soft persimmon, and he could pinch it as much as he wanted?

Syllable!

Yan Jingfeng's voice did not fall.

Yan Jinghong's backhand slapped Yan Jingfeng's face fiercely.

"Yan Jinghong, do you really want to force me to do something with you here?"

Yan Jingfeng's eyes were red, his expression was full of hideousness, and his hands squeaked.

Syllable!

The voice did not fall.

Yan Jinghong slapped him again.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate for you to do it to the second prince in public like this, right?"

At this time, Rao is Yan Jingfeng's staff member couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but say so.

"Shut up, there's no room for you to speak here!"

Yan Jinghong snorted coldly, exuding an incomparably intimidating majesty from his body, and then pointed at Yan Jingfeng and said in a deep voice: "Yan Jingfeng, I might as well tell you that the old ancestor is now in this Qingfeng Falling Moon Pavilion." ”

"Moreover, there is a high probability that the Evergreen Saint enshrined in the Evergreen Temple is also there, what is the weight of the two of them, there is no need to say more, right?"

Yan Jinghong's face sank like water, and he said coldly: "I might as well tell you again, it was the ancestor who let the palace come to you!"

Ancestor?

Evergreen Sage?

This!

This!

This!

This is a stabbing of the sky!

Yan Jingfeng's face was pale, without a trace of human color, and he instantly seemed to be petrified.

Followed by.

Just as he came back to his senses, he fell to his knees and hugged one of Yan Jinghong's thighs.

"Brother Huang, I was wrong, I was really wrong, you must find a way to save me!"

Yan Jingfeng's tears rained down and he couldn't stop wailing.

Yan Jinghong's expression slowed down, hesitated slightly, and said slowly: "The most important thing now is to immediately remove the theme painting of the Heavenly Maiden without realizing it, or change it to a theme painting." ”

"Secondly, you went to your father for help, and now you can only hope for your father. ”

Speaking of which.

Yan Jinghong patted Yan Jingfeng's shoulder, and then turned around and walked towards the Qingfeng Falling Moon Pavilion.

Watching Yan Jinghong leave in a hurry, Yan Jingfeng's face was full of sadness and despair.

This time it's probably really going to be over.

If I knew this was the case, I shouldn't have pretended to be before!

Come to think of it.

Yan Jingfeng turned his head to look at the middle-aged man behind him, gritted his teeth and said, "It's all your fault, what bad ideas I gave me before, what Taoguang cultivated, what pretended to be stupid, it's all over now!"

"This ...... Your Highness, this ......"

The elegant middle-aged man's face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

This second prince is not as kind as he seems on the surface, but he is a genuine ruthless master!

"Also, think of a suitable theme for your painting now, or I'll throw you into the cage tonight. ”

Yan Jingfeng's eyes were cold, and he said indignantly.

......

The other side.

Ye Changqing held the little white fox in his arms, and walked behind everyone in the hall one by one without hurrying.

Let's be honest.

The paintings of these people are really unsightly, and can even be said to be dazzling.

It seems that in their eyes, some celestial maidens are bathing by the river, some celestial maidens are singing about wine, some celestial maidens are running in the jungle and so on.

As for the so-called artistic conception, it seems that they don't have this concept in their impressions.

This moment.

Ye Changqing finally understood why the old men before were so respectful to him.

Since he entered this Qingfeng Luoyue Pavilion, he has met Wang Mo, a calligraphy master on the first floor, as well as many calligraphy lovers.

And then, the theme painting of this Danqing layer.

All this is enough to show that the people in this world of cultivating immortals, whether it is calligraphy or Danqing art, have a very low cognition.

And he traveled from that world and studied calligraphy and painting since childhood.

After several years of painstaking practice, their attainments in this area have reached a level that they can't even imagine.

Even in the process of painting and calligraphy, visions can be produced.

Come to think of it.

Ye Changqing couldn't help but be happy in his heart.

This also means that in the future, after leaving the Yan family, he will definitely be able to mix in this imperial capital.

Then.

Yan Bingxin came to Ye Changqing's side and asked softly, "Mr. Ye, how are their paintings?"

Ye Changqing smiled and replied, "Miss Yan, what is the third layer of this Qingfeng Falling Moon Pavilion?"

"Mr. Ye, it's a chess layer. ”

Yan Bingxin was stunned for a moment, and quickly replied: "There are thirteen endgame diagrams on the chess layer, all of which were obtained by Qingfeng Luoyue Pavilion from an ancient secret realm. ”

"It is said that there were originally fourteen endgame diagrams, and there was a chess master who spent decades cracking an endgame diagram, and then directly entered the road with chess......"

Speaking of which.

Yan Bing's heart flashed, and he said: "By the way, the contemporary chess saint can enter the Tao with chess, which is also related to these thirteen endgame diagrams, it is rumored that he borrowed an endgame diagram from here, and he has not understood it for tens of thousands of years, and he sent this endgame diagram back." ”

Thirteen endgame diagrams?

Contemporary chess saints enter the Tao with chess?

In other words, as long as you can crack any of these thirteen endgame diagrams, you are very likely to enter the way with chess and become a strong player.

Time.

Ye Changqing didn't have much expression on his face, but his heart was already turbulent.

It turns out that this path is really feasible!

And so it goes.

It also means that he can enter the Tao with chess today and become a powerhouse in this world of immortal cultivation.

Agitated!

So excited!

Ye Changqing's eyes flashed with a ray of essence, and he said with interest: "Miss Yan, then let's go to the upper chess layer." ”

Yan Bingxin nodded, and asked again, "Mr. Ye, how are their paintings?"

Ye Changqing's face changed slightly, he just shook his head slightly, and then walked straight towards the stairs.

Yan Bingxin was stunned for a moment, and said secretly in his heart: "Mr. Ye seems to be a little unhappy, this Yan Jingfeng is really messing around." ”

Soon, Yan Bingxin hurriedly followed Ye Changqing.

Wait until Ye Changqing and Yan Bingxin are walking in the direction of the corridor.

Yan Jinghong hurriedly appeared on the Danqing layer.

"Ancestor, I found Yan Jingfeng......"

Just when Yan Jinghong cautiously reported.

"I don't know how many endgame diagrams Mr. Ye can crack today. ”

Yan Tianshan muttered, then squinted at Yan Jinghong, and said majestically: "Afterwards, let Yan Yangnian give the old man an explanation." ”

That's it.

Yan Tianshan walked towards the stairs with joy.

Not!

Yan Jinghong was dumbfounded.