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This Xiangmanlou is the largest and most luxurious restaurant in Dushui City, and it is rumored to be the property of the shopkeeper Li Da. This building faces the Jinjiang River and is backed by Dushui City, and many wealthy literati like to come here to chant poetry and appreciate their nostalgia.

And the most famous Xiangmanlou is the Roland fish, this fish is produced in the East China Sea next to the Jinsha country, the meat is extremely delicious and juicy and tender, because it is extremely difficult to fish, and it will die three days after going to sea, so in addition to the Jinsha country, the place where you want to eat Roland fish is only this Xiangmanlou close to the Jinjiang River.

The first and second floors of the Xiangmanlou are full all year round, and the third floor is scarce, because these three floors are only provided for high-ranking officials and nobles. But today, the third floor is already full. The county order Chen Youzhi set up a banquet to invite the dignitaries and nobles of Zhou County and nearby counties, and the protagonist of the dinner was naturally the Zhongzhou Thorn History who returned to his hometown and province.

After three rounds of wine, the dishes taste five flavors. Only the little girl who played the piano lit incense and gently plucked it on the pavilion, and the sound of the piano was curling. When Master Thorn Shi had exhausted his drink, the man led everyone to move to the Accord.

The Accord is not much different from the outer pavilion space, but the décor is more chic and elegant. Except for the new officials, who did not know the details, the old officials sat down one after another, and then asked the little servants in the family to take out the elegant treasures they brought.

It is said that it is a Fengya meeting, but it is actually a competition of calligraphy and painting collections. Generally, this elegant calligraphy and painting appreciation activity has to be divided into a high and low in the end, and there is an unwritten rule in this meeting, that is, the winner can get the inscription of the Assassin Shi Daren, the world knows, the poetry of the Thorn Shi is unparalleled in the world, no one is comparable, and has been named the head of the world's talents by the emperor. And its calligraphy is a must, if you can get the inscription, this work will inevitably spread for a hundred years.

This is the county order Chen Youzhi's favorite post-banquet event, and everyone sat down to wait for Chen Youzhi to speak. Chen Youzhi drank a few glasses of wine, and his face was a little red. Lang Kou said: "This elegant meeting is purely for everyone to exchange and appreciate, and I hope that you will not hide the pearls, and finally hope that you will all return happy." ”

After saying this, Chen Youzhi sat down next to Thorn Shi, took a sip of the teacup, and said in a sideways voice: "Master Li, watch it with me?"

Master Shi Li was also looking forward to it, nodded, and came to the table.

This table is customized by Chen Youzhi personally for the guy to move in this room, the table length is more than two zhang, the most suitable for appreciating paintings, some paintings are huge, spread out at this table, easy to watch. Everyone was interested, and with the strength of wine, they showed the paintings they brought one after another to everyone to see.

Some show talents bring their own calligraphy and paintings, crazy calligraphy and grass, plum blossoms and peonies.

There are also some gentry who bring their own collection of paintings, landscapes, courtyards, and river towns.

Li Tingshi was not bored, watching it one by one, and commenting on it one by one.

"This painting is good, the hidden edge of the brush, and the skill is sophisticated. ”

"Well, this letter is still hot. ”

"What kind of painting is this?,It's just a dog's sand.。。 ”

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After Master Li roughly commented on it, several county magistrates put their collections on the table.

The county order of Yuanzhou County brought a calligraphy, which was made by a guest under his door, at first glance it was immersed in calligraphy for decades by the master of the book, the font was strong and powerful through the back of the paper, and the thin bend and vertical hook were even more flawless, the whole calligraphy was full of a proud spirit, with some fluttering fairy wind, it was really a masterpiece of the highest quality.

Sure enough, when the assassin saw this calligraphy, he was surprised, and slowly tasted half a cup of tea before he was willing to move.

This calligraphy is really rare, and Zhang Xianling is really discerning. As soon as the assassin commented on this, everyone came to this post and observed it carefully.

This comment made the county commander who had not yet unfolded the work a little worried, but Chen Youzhi still had an unhurried expression, which made the others a little surprised.

After seeing the poster, several county magistrates didn't want to compare with it, so they simply named Chen Youzhi.

"Lord Chen looks at this 'Linjiang post' and has no high evaluation, compared to a better masterpiece, why don't you lend it to everyone to watch it and feast your eyes?" said Chen Youzhi with a smile in Yuanzhou County, listening to his humble tone.

But in Chen Youzhi's ears, the irony in this is full of irony.

Chen Youzhi was not annoyed, and slowly spread out his collection of paintings. Everyone looked here again, wanting to see what kind of masterpiece Chen County, known as the "unparalleled discernment", came up with this year.

Compared to the other paintings, this painting is indeed a bit small. In fact, it is no wonder that there is nothing else, but Jiang He felt that the painting paper he bought was too long, so it was too wasteful to draw one, so he simply cut the paper in half, and the last white paper was only about five feet long.

Li Tingshi slowly smoothed out the painting, and when he saw it for the first time, he couldn't move it anymore.

"It's wonderful!"

The painting is short and concise, depicting only the scene of the shipwrights moving goods in the estuary. There are also small blank spaces in the painting. However, the details of the painting are extremely complex, from a piece of brick on the roof to a linen belt around the waist of the boatman, all of which are detailed and exquisite.

More importantly, this painting style gets rid of the nostalgia of the landscape and borrowed objects from the predecessors and even the contemporaries, and depicts a picture of the estuary in the early morning in such a simple and flawless way. It's a sight to behold.

There was a hint of strangeness in Li Tingshi's eyes, he had never seen such a painting before, like a streamer of light falling from the sky, bringing infinite amazement. And the brushwork in this painting is sophisticated and majestic, integrating movement and stillness, giving people a wonderful sensory enjoyment.

"Something is wrong, look closely. Li Tingshi suddenly said softly, as if he had discovered something.

The crowd huddled together and stared at the painting vigorously.

Suddenly, the ink on the painting began to roll, like a cloud of ink rolling into a basin of water, and the ink on the painting slowly writhed and gradually dissolved. Everyone stared intently, and unconsciously became fascinated.

I don't know when, everyone felt as if they were no longer in this fragrant building to watch the painting, looked up, at this moment they actually stood by the river, watching the sweaty boatmen work hard, the warm morning sun shone on their faces, bringing a warm feeling.

The wind by the river blew through the sleeves of the clothes, the sound of the trumpet came from the ears and returned to the river, a tile dripped a drop of rain, making a ticking sound, this scene was long until there was a sigh from the river and all the pictures returned to nothingness.

At this time, the Accord was silent, except for the heavy breathing of everyone.

"The work of the gods!

"Oh my God, the old man was able to observe the work of the gods in his lifetime!"

In the afternoon, he looked at this painting and did not have such a vision, but he felt that the brush stroke was novel and full of atmosphere, so he had the confidence to show it, but he never thought that this was a work of gods.

Turning into a god is a very high realm among cultivators, and those who enter this realm will have the vitality of heaven and earth hidden in the pen when they paint and write poems, and mortals will wander into the world in the painting (in the poem) as if they were there. And if the author has the intention to sacrifice, it can become an invisible powerful magic weapon that traps people.

Li Tingshi finally stood up and waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

"This is not a work of gods, it's just that the old man just instilled some vitality into the interior to show such a vision. ”

Everyone knows that Li Tingshi was once a disciple of the outer sect of the Protectorate Academy, and they are convinced of his words. At the same time, it is also for the sake of the same, although this world is big, it is really rare to be able to transform into a god, how can it be possible to see its masterpiece on the edge of this small Dushui City.

Li Tingshi's breathing was a little urgent, and the long beard on his chin was trembling.

"Although this is not a work of gods, it is painted by a genius who may become a saint in the future! Although he does not feel the vitality of heaven and earth now, he can feel the root of it, if he steps into the path of cultivation, he will definitely become the saint of my southern kingdom in the future!"

The scalps of the crowd were a little numb, a person who could be sanctified?

And Chen Youzhi, who had been standing on the periphery, was already a little speechless, saint? There is only one saint in the south today, and that is the dean of the Protectorate Academy. He once repelled 130,000 barbarian cavalry with the power of one person, and let them retreat to the depths of the grassland for decades and did not dare to repeat it. A saint is more important to a nation than a million masters. It can move mountains and seas in the middle of a hand, what kind of power is this?

"Chen Youzhi! What are you still doing in a daze! Why don't you take me to see that painter soon!"

Li Jianshi shouted anxiously, and Chen Youzhi finally woke up from his dementia.

That's right!

Chen Youzhi rolled up the painting on the table and ran home, followed by a group of officials chasing after him lifelessly.

What a glorious it would be to recommend a future saint!

If there is another saint in the south, how powerful it will be?

A large group of dignitaries and nobles flocked out, turning this small eastern part of the city upside down on this night, and the chickens and dogs were restless, and even the wild cats on the wall were frightened.