The fat man was dressed in an extremely luxurious silk brocade robe, with a large string of blood-red agate of excellent color hanging from his neck or chin, a gold wire twisted into a belt pinned to his waist, and a huge jade wrench on his finger, as if all of them showed one thing: I am very rich!

But what really amazed Jiang He was that he appeared quietly just now and dissolved Situ Yuchao's terrifying sword lightly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The fat man put down the chopsticks in his hand gently, and then said with a smile: "A few masters, the food is not in line with the taste and let people redo it, why bother to fight and kill and hurt the harmony." ”

Old Ghost Li stood up and arched his hand, and said with great respect: "Shopkeeper Li, the brothers were playing around just now, don't mind. ”

The fat man smiled happily when he heard this, the fat on his stomach shook three times, and said with a smile: "Understand, understand." Since several masters in Kyoto City are willing to reward me with Li's noodles to come to this Xiangxiang Cave for dinner, this meal will be invited by me, and please enjoy it. ”

Old Ghost Li arched his hand and no longer pushed back.

Seeing this, Situ Yuchao snorted coldly, got up and went out.

Hu Xiaoliu rinsed his mouth with wine, spit out all the blood, and then shouted at Situ Yuchao's back: "Situ Gongzi go slowly, we will meet again next time!"

Situ Yuchao suddenly clenched his fist in his right hand when he heard this, but when he thought of the fat man behind him, he had to slam the door angrily and walked away, and the door shattered after he left.

Shopkeeper Li looked at everyone, and asked his subordinates to remove the dishes and serve them again, and the girls were also called to the side of a few people after finishing their makeup.

The fat man arranged everything properly, and then arched his hand: "A few masters use it slowly, and I will retire first." ”

Everyone gave each other away, "Shopkeeper Li walked slowly." ”

When the fat man went out, Jiang He asked in a low voice, "Who was that fat man just now?"

Hu Xiaoliushen looked at the door and replied, "Shopkeeper Li." ”

Jiang He thought to himself that this is not nonsense, I also know that he is the shopkeeper of Li.

Chi Duxue beside him spoke softly and explained to Jiang He: "Shopkeeper Li is the shopkeeper behind the scenes of Xiangxiang Cave, the richest man in Kyoto City, and even in the south. ”

Jiang He was shocked when he heard this, he only thought that the fat man was dressed and thought that he was a nouveau riche rich man, but he didn't expect to be so rich, and he was actually a powerful cultivator. And you must know that the word rich and rival the country does not simply mean rich, it can be seen that the enemy country still exists safely.

After the episode just now, several people woke up seven or eight times out of ten, so Old Ghost Li ordered the girls around him to hurriedly pour the wine, and several people began to push the cup and change the lamp, and there was a staggered discussion.

Jiang He also drank a lot, and Chi Duxue kept pouring wine into his cup, and he took one cup after another, and after a few clicks, he was dizzy and swayed around.

Most of the people drank to their heart's content, and Hu Xiaoliu saw that Jiang He was drunk, so he said with a smile: "Master Jiang, let Miss Xue'er help you go back to the room to rest." ”

Jiang He shook his head and replied, "Rest? Not drunk again. ”

Everyone laughed, and Hu Xiaoliu said again: "I'm not drunk yet, look at how many it is." As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and shook it in front of Jiang He.

Jiang He shook his head, slapped his hand away, and said, "Don't give me these, I'm not drunk! Bring me pen and paper, draw a picture for you, and you'll know if I'm drunk or not!"

Hu Xiaoliu clapped his hands and said, "Ouch, I can finally see Mr. Jiang's paintings, I heard how you painted... Well, today I can finally see is believe and admire. After saying that, he asked the girl next to him to go outside and get a pen and paper to come in.

Chi Duxue looked at the river around him with beautiful eyes, he thought that Jiang He was also illiterate, and he was a hooligan leader with a few miscellaneous books to fill up culture, but he didn't expect that he was still a person who could paint, but he also raised his interest and wanted to see Jiang He's paintings.

The maid laid out the pen and paper and placed it on a small desk in the inner room, and Jiang He staggered over with her sleeves raised. Then he almost fell, Hu Xiaoliu shouted with a smile behind him: "Mr. Jiang, why don't you let Miss Xue'er take you back to rest first, and paint again tomorrow." ”

Jiang He waved his hand and said, "You don't understand, painting is about inspiration, if you don't paint today, you won't be able to paint tomorrow." ”

He walked to the table leisurely, the paintbrush on the table had been set up, and the ink had just been developed, and it should be of the highest quality, and there was a faint fragrance in the ink. Jiang He, who was still drunk at the last moment, picked up the brush and seemed to have no sense of wine for a moment, he gently pinched the brush in his hand, and then gently wiped the paper, the familiar texture came from his fingertips, he raised the pen and began to walk slowly on the rice paper, a thick stroke, a light stroke. Twilight stood quietly behind him, watching him sketch and scribble.

After a while, a woman with delicate eyebrows and eyes jumped on the paper, Jiang He finished wiping the last line, put down the brush, and blew the ink that had not dried.

Jiang He lifted the drawing paper, looked at the painting, and couldn't help but sigh slightly, not knowing the taste.

Then he waited until the ink was dry before carefully putting away the drawing paper, handed it to Li Laogui, and said softly: "Give this painting to Wu Xiaobei, this is what I owe him." ”

Hu Xiaoliu took the painting and nodded, he could also see Jiang He's mood at the moment, so he put away his smile and didn't speak. He carefully put the painting away and tied it with red rope.

Jiang He exhaled, he felt much better after the completion of this painting, what he owed and what he didn't owe, slowly counted. He dipped it in ink again and continued to pick up the brush and start painting.

Chi Duxue looked at the painted portrait with great interest, with a hint of incredible amazement in her eyes, she is a Qing Qi person in this building, she has been learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting every day since she was a child, so she also knows a lot about painting. But Jiang He's style or such a painting of fine brushwork, she has seen it for the first time, not only the style is bizarre, the style of painting is distinct, but more importantly, the depiction is too expressive, and the person in the painting seems to smile at him vividly.

The pen in Jiang He's hand is not a high-grade paintbrush, just an ordinary coarse brush that ordinary girls use to practice calligraphy, but the rice paper is specially found for Jiang He. But it is such an ordinary brush, and in the hands of Jiang He, it is like having spirituality.

Jiang He lowered his head, there was some slight sweat on his forehead, painting is a very physical thing, he slowly sketched, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise slightly, and the unpleasant brow just now also stretched.

On the paper, a high-flying and arrogant image was slowly born, a pot of wine, a sword, a round of Haoyue, and a chivalrous man. I don't know when Hu Xiaoliu also came behind Jiang He, and then looked at the words on the table and laughed loudly: "Haha, is this me?"

Jiang He ignored him and continued to sketch, he remembered a snow in the alley that night, so with a turn of the pen, a heavy snow came one after another, Hu Xiaoliu stood on the top of the peak, and the snowflakes flew by, extremely free.

The more Hu Xiaoliu looked at it, the more wonderful he felt, and his old face couldn't help but turn red, and he praised and praised behind Jiang He.

Jiang He finally put down the pen, Hu Xiaoliu hurriedly picked up the painting on the table, and said with a sigh: "What a fucking portrait, I painted the appearance of Lao Tzu back then." Hahaha, Master Jiang, cow!" After speaking, he didn't forget to give Jiang He a big thumbs up, and then very solemnly carried the painting to Li Laogui and the others and began to show off.

Jiang He looked at the last chapter of the drawing paper on the table, and then looked at Chi Duxue, who had been standing quietly behind him, and said softly, "Miss Xue'er, why don't I draw one for you?"

Chi Duxue was stunned, she looked at Jiang He's clear eyes, then bowed slightly sideways, and said with a smile: "It's a great honor." ”

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When Jiang He returned to the courtyard, he drunkenly lit the candle flame and looked at the courtyard that was already as new, and felt very satisfied, although the jujube tree in the courtyard was removed, but replaced with a larger stone table, and the courtyard door was much wider, but there was no plaque on the door.

Thinking of this, Jiang He couldn't help but itch his hands, took out a pen and paper from the house and took advantage of the moonlight to write down the four big characters of "Jianghe Painting Studio", but when he read it, he felt that it was very cheesy, and he thought forget it, it would be better for the guys to find a book door and make a painting shop sign and hang it.

He spread the paper and studied the ink, and recalled the two swords he saw in the restaurant today, and began to draw with a pen, and there was no one in the painting, only a sword, which was simple and unedged, as if no one knew about it for thousands of years.

Suddenly, a hazy moonlight sprinkled down, shining in the small courtyard of the river, and the sword on the paper also emitted bursts of hazy brilliance.

Jiang He gently put down the pen and exhaled a long breath, and the sword in the painting suddenly turned into a phantom and soared, flying wantonly in the small courtyard of Jiang He, with bursts of silent light and shadow and sword intent, and the bright moon in the sky.

Jiang He looked at the sword shadow and lost his mind.