The moonlight at the end of winter is clear and cold. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Faint, soft, like flowing water, it poured quietly through the canopy into the Imperial City of Middle-earth.

Chiba stood silently in the corridor, recalling the past fragments, everything is unforgettable, inextricably linked, and full of sadness.

Seeing this, the walker smiled and sighed: "It's hard to complain, who will pour the block?" cast a thousand heart walls, cut a thin bend of the cold moon, add a few gorgeous hair, and dye it frost white. ”

With that, the walker walked away.

Chiba froze in place, and it took a while for him to wake up from his distraction.

After that, everyone went to Tie Niu's house together, enjoying the mellow flowers and wine, and the body was calm and peaceful.

......

The next day, the sky was clear, and the wind was smoky.

Early in the morning, Huzi came to the Yuan Mansion, and then began his daily painting under the supervision of Tianyi.

Chiba followed Qianyu's side, and although there was no words to talk, he was also natural.

The walker held a broom and swept away the dust inside and outside the courtyard.

In the afternoon, Huzi began to set up the painting stall, and Qianyu and Chiba helped him take out the picture scrolls one by one.

These days, the business of the Huzi painting stall has been getting better day by day, and its reputation has gradually spread in the Imperial City of Middle-earth.

After more than ten years of hard training, it can barely be regarded as a positive result of cultivation.

Many buyers were introduced by Xue Lao.

Huzi has no acquaintances in the circle of painters, and it can be said that he is not well-known.

But Xue Lao is different, he is not only a teacher of the Royal Academy of Middle-earth, but also a painter with a lot of fame.

After taking care of the art stall, several people sat aside.

At this time, many people have come to see Huzi's paintings.

"What a picture of the wind of ten thousand pine trees!"

"Although the main peak is not highlighted, the peaks are connected into a unified whole through the surrounding pine forest, and the three spatial levels of near, middle and far are naturally and decently. ”

"The pen and ink of the whole picture are thick and simple without losing the moist and elegant, full of fun, the slope stone is split with an axe, and then the moss is dotted with burnt ink and broken brush, showing the charm of depression and grandeur. ”

"The Ten Thousand Pine Wind Diagram is wonderful, but this early spring diagram is not much different from it. ”

"That's right, if you look at this drawing, the snow melts, the earth awakens, the grass and trees sprout, and a thriving scene. ”

"The mountain stone is separated by clouds and mist, the main peak is in the middle, the left and right two peaks rise again, the abyss is down, the stream flows down from the valley, the pen and ink are clear. ”

"The composition is lofty, far-reaching, and flat, but it is feasible, hopeful, and livable. ”

“......”

The viewers talked a lot and praised a lot in their words.

As early as when many spectators stepped forward, Huzi got up and greeted him in front of the painting stall.

He smiled innocently, not minding that these people only talk about paintings and don't buy them.

The "Ten Thousand Pine Wind Map" and "Early Spring Map" that everyone talked about are all made by him today.

After a while, a viewer finally asked: "Boss, how much is this Ten Thousand Pine Wind Map?"

Huzi smiled, gestured five fingers at the viewer, and said, "Five gold coins." ”

The viewer nodded, and without thinking about it, he took out five gold coins and handed them to Huzi.

At this time, someone on the side said: "Boss, how much is this early spring picture?"

Hu Zi said: "It's also five gold coins." ”

The inquirer bowed his head and took out five gold coins to buy the "Early Spring Map".

......

At this time, the front of the art booth was extremely lively, and those spectators did not just come to see the excitement.

They always have to express their opinions before they pay for the scrolls.

Huzi was busy greeting many buyers, enjoying himself, and seeing his paintings appreciated by so many people and bidding for them to buy them undoubtedly made him feel satisfied.

On the side of the painting stall, Qianyu looked at it with a happy face, but Chiba beside him looked unmoved.

"Sister Ye'er, I'm afraid Brother Huzi is too busy to come, let's go help him!"

As he spoke, Qianyu walked briskly towards the painting stall.

Chiba was stunned, and then stepped forward to catch up, she didn't value ordinary gold and silver things at all.

On the other side of the street, Tie Niu and Ah Biao put down the iron sledgehammer in their hands and stared at the heat of the painting stall opposite.

After a short time, Ah Zhen also came out of the house.

Ah Biao said: "Brother Tieniu, now Huzi's income in one day, I'm afraid it can withstand our hard work for a year!"

Tie Niu smiled innocently, although he was speechless, but his expression was full of relief.

Ah Zhen said: "Uncle Biao, Huzi has worked hard over the years, and those who work hard will always be rewarded!"

Ah Biao smiled and said, "Sister-in-law Azhen, today is a festive day, maybe give me an extra jar of flower wine in the evening?"

Before Ah Zhen could reply, Tie Niu on the side suddenly said, "Ah Biao, there is enough wine at night!"

Hearing this, Abdun looked overjoyed.

Ah Zhen was stunned, and the words of persuasion in her mouth were also subdued by Tie Niu's words.

As the years passed, Ah Zhen became strict in the supervision of flower wine.

As the days passed, they were all on the road of aging, and "alcohol hurts the body" has become a word that Ah Zhen often hangs on her lips.

At this moment, in front of the painting stall outside the Yuan Mansion, there are still many spectators.

From time to time, they would look up at a painting, and someone would bid to buy it.

Just as everyone was talking, a group of people walked slowly on the street.

The first two were two old men.

One of them, Huzi is no stranger, it is Xue Lao.

The old man who was next to Xue Lao was dressed in a gray and white robe, and his face was faintly arrogant.

"Elder Xue is here!"

"Well, who is next to Old Xue?"

"It seems to be Mr. Wu Xuan. ”

"Wu Xuan?"

"Painting the saint?"

“......”

Seeing Xue Lao and the others coming, the spectators in front of the painting stall paused to discuss, especially when they looked at the old man next to Xue Lao, they showed even more reverence.

"Brother Wu, it seems that your arrival is already amazing!"

Old Xue smiled and said lightly to the old man beside him.

Hearing this, the old man named Wu Xuan smiled coldly and said, "Brother Xue, this time I came to Middle-earth, Wu only had the intention of exchanging his experience with you. ”

Xue Lao nodded and said, "Brother Wu, this son has extraordinary potential, if he can get the guidance of a famous teacher, he will undoubtedly be a new star in the painting world." ”

Wu Xuan glanced at Xue Lao, quite disapproving, and said: "Today's young people, when they have a little achievement, they are easy to get carried away, although they know some danqing, it is difficult to enter the way of painting. ”

Xue Lao smiled awkwardly and said no more.

Wu Xuan has a high reputation in the painter world, and some people call him "the saint of painting".

But he is a human being, but he seems a little high.

Not long after, Xue Lao and his entourage had already come to the painting stall.

Seeing this, many viewers came one after another, not to mention the painting saint Wu Xuan, the arrival of Xue Lao alone was enough to make them respectfully behind.

Huzi looked at Xue Lao and said with a smile: "Xue Lao, you are here!"

These days, the business at Huzi's painting stall has improved a lot, and he naturally knows that this is inseparable from Xue Lao's help.

Xue Lao smiled and said, "Huzi, this is our predecessor in the painter world, Master Wu Xuan!"

As he spoke, Xue Lao glanced at Huzi meaningfully.

At the beginning, after discovering Huzi's painting ability, Xue Lao intended to take him under his disciples, but Huzi did not agree, and he did not go to the Royal Academy of Middle-earth to find him.

A few days ago, when Wu Xuan arrived, Xue Lao thought a lot, and finally made up his mind to recommend Huzi to Wu Xuan.

Although Wu Xuan is a little higher, his attainments above Danqing are impressive.

Hearing Xue Lao's introduction, Huzi looked at Wu Xuan again and again, and said, "Huzi has seen Master Wu Xuan. ”

As he spoke, Huzi bowed slightly, with a simple smile on his face.

Wu Xuan glanced at Huzi indifferently, didn't say anything, and then looked at the scrolls on the painting stall.

At this moment, there was no sound on the left and right, and everyone was waiting for Wu Xuan's opening.

Beside Huzi, Qianyu also looked at Wu Xuan expectantly, but Chiba didn't think much of Wu Xuan's behavior.

After a while, Wu Xuan retracted his gaze, looked at Huzi and said, "These paintings are all from you?"

Huzi nodded and said, "Some of the paintings I painted recently, and some of them were made in the past. ”

Wu Xuan said: "How old are you this year?"

Huzi said: "Twenty-four years old." ”

Wu Xuandao: "When did you start learning painting?"

Huzi said: "Thirteen years old." ”

Wu Xuan nodded and said, "Painting at the age of thirteen, and entering the realm of clumsiness and ugliness at the age of twenty-four, can barely be regarded as some talent." ”

At this point, Wu Xuan paused, and then said: "Do you have a teacher? If you do, let him come out, and after explaining it, you will leave with me!"

Hearing this, Huzi was stunned, and even Qian Yu beside him was surprised, and the viewers who were around him were even more dumbfounded.

Wu Xuan's words are very simple, but behind this simplicity, it is shocking.

He wants to bring Huzi under his door, such an opportunity is what many painters dream of.

Seeing that Huzi was stunned, Wu Xuan frowned, as if he didn't expect Huzi to hesitate.

After a moment's delay, Wu Xuan wanted to speak again.

But before his words could come out, Huzi had already said in a loud voice: "Master Wu Xuan, Huzi can't go with you!"

As he spoke, Wu Xuan's face suddenly became gloomy.

He never thought that Huzi would hesitate, let alone that Huzi would reject him.

At this time, Xue Lao said: "Huzi, follow Master Wu Xuan, you will go further together with Danqing! Do you know that Master Wu Xuan's painting realm has entered the seventh desolate realm among the top ten painting realms?"

When he said this, Xue Lao kept glancing at Huzi.

In his opinion, if Huzi can worship under Wu Xuanmen, his future achievements are unlimited.

Huzi smiled and said, "Old Xue, Huzi didn't think about it so much, as for painting, it's just my good luck." ”

"Yu Hao?"

Wu Xuan frowned, since he began to study painting, he has regarded painting as his life's mission.

In his eyes, only by devoting himself to painting can he achieve something.

But Huzi's sentence of "Yu Hao" made Wu Xuan's heart cold.

Even Wu Xuan had already judged in his heart that Huzi's future achievements were not as limitless as he expected.

Huzi nodded and looked at his shop.

At this time, Tie Niu, Ah Zhen, and Ah Biao were standing in front of the shop, looking around.

"Master Wu Xuan, Huzi will inherit the family business in the future, I'm afraid I will disappoint you!"

Huzi said lightly.

Hearing this, the audience present was stunned, and they looked at each other in twos and threes, and they could see the surprise in each other's eyes.

"Brother Huzi, Master Wu Xuan is a painting saint!"

"Huzi! Promise Master Wu Xuan, if you follow him, you will definitely shock the painter world in the future!"

"You are still so young, the painting realm has already entered the realm of clumsy ugliness, if it is abandoned, it will not only be your own loss!"

“......”

After a moment of silence, the audience began to speak up.

Wu Xuan didn't speak, only stared at Huzi quietly.

Old God Xue was worried, he knew Wu Xuan's temperament very well, if it was in the past, Wu Xuan was afraid that he would have already waved his sleeves away.

But right now, Wu Xuan didn't leave.

Xue Lao knew that with Wu Xuan's eyesight, he also saw the potential of Huzi, and he attached great importance to it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't stay.

Hearing what everyone said, Huzi smiled innocently, and he didn't say anything more, because he had finished saying what he had to say.

Qian Yu stood beside Huzi, contemplative.

Although she was not interested in paintings, she could also see that everyone hoped that Huzi would agree to Wu Xuan.

"Brother Huzi..."

Qianyu called softly, as if she wanted to say something.

Before he could say anything, Huzi had already spoken: "Sister Yu'er, Huzi will not leave here!"

Qianyu was stunned, helpless, but also happy.

Hearing Huzi's words, Wu Xuan's face had become extremely ugly.

"Hmph!

Wu Xuan snorted coldly and walked away.

Seeing this, Xue Lao shook his head and sighed bitterly, and chased after Wu Xuan again and again, and the spectators present also booed continuously.

In their opinion, Huzi threw away a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Wu Xuangang didn't take two steps before he suddenly stopped.

He didn't turn to look at Huzi, but said, "Boy, I want to know, what family business are you going to inherit?"

Huzi smiled and said, "Master Wu Xuan, my home is opposite. ”

Hearing this, Wu Xuanzhan looked across the street.

At this glance, only three figures could be seen in front of the ironware shop, and the sparks in the charcoal furnace were floating with wisps of smoke.

"Striking iron?"

Wu Xuan was stunned, no matter how he guessed, he didn't expect that the inheritance of the family business that Huzi said was actually iron.

Huzi nodded and said, "That's right, my father has taught me the iron-making art of the Iron Family." ”

Wu Xuan was stunned in place, and the whole person was depressed.

In his eyes, the striking of iron is a crude thing, and the one who struck the iron is also a coarse man.

Learning to paint is a noble and elegant thing, far from being comparable to striking iron.

Thinking that Huzi was going to inherit his own iron-making skills, Wu Xuan's heart suddenly burned with anger.

He turned around and looked at Huzi coldly.

Then, Wu Xuan walked towards the painting stall, and every step was full of anger.

Seeing Wu Xuan's menacing appearance, Qianye's brows sank.

With her eyesight, she can also see that this Wu Xuan is not just an ordinary painter, but also a cultivator, and his strength is not much different from stepping into the realm of refining the void.

The next moment, Chiba's figure showed.

When he appeared, he had stopped outside the art stall.

Chiba waved his hand, and an umbrella suddenly appeared in his hand, which was the soul umbrella.

"You can't be presumptuous here!"

Chiba stared at Wu Xuan who came and said coldly.

In the eyes of these painters, Wu Xuan is a saint of painting, with an extraordinary status and reverence.

But here in Chiba, Wu Xuan is nothing.

Seeing Chiba's body method, Wu Xuan's face changed, and after hearing what Chiba said, Wu Xuan was even more stunned.

"I can't imagine that there are such monks by your side!"

Wu Xuan stopped, looked at the confused Huzi and said.

At this moment, Huzi was stunned, and Qianyu beside him was also surprised.

Neither of them thought that Chiba would be an immortal cultivator.

Chiba paused and said, "If you talk about paintings, it's fine, but if you want to act as a monk, I can accompany you to the end." ”

As he spoke, Chiba raised his head, not afraid of the anger emanating from Wu Xuan's body.

Wu Xuan glanced at him and pondered.

After a long silence, he suppressed the anger on his body and said with a smile: "Your Excellency's words are serious, when did Wu bully the weak?"

At this point, Wu Xuan looked at Huzi and said, "Boy, let me ask you one last time, will you leave with me, or will you stay here to inherit your family business?"

The word "family business" was accentuated by Wu Xuan.

Huzi was stunned, as if he hadn't woken up from the scene where Chiba came out before.

Seeing this, Wu Xuan cut his teeth.

At this time, Xue Lao hurriedly approached Wu Xuan and said, "Brother Wu, I think it's better to stop this matter!"

Wu Xuan's face sank, he glanced at Xue Lao coldly, and said, "Brother Xue, he wants to inherit the family business, I can't stop him, this is also human nature." ”

Saying that, Wu Xuan paused, and then said: "But he has a talent for painting, but he is not used by my painter world, I can't ignore this matter!"

After the words fell, Wu Xuan looked at Chiba and said, "Your Excellency is not one of my painters, so I don't think you will meddle in this matter for no reason, right?"

Chiba looked at Wu Xuan coldly and did not respond.

Wu Xuan was stunned, turned to look at Huzi, and said, "Boy, what I said just now, can you think about it carefully?"

Hearing this, Huzi turned around from his trance, and said, "Master Wu Xuan, I have thought about it before, I will not leave with you!"

Wu Xuan nodded, and between his eyebrows, there were layers of gloomy color.

"Yes, yes, yes! That being the case, then you will not have to sell your paintings from now on!

As he spoke, Wu Xuan wanted to leave.

Huzi was stunned, to be honest, he didn't understand Wu Xuan's words.

Chiba frowned and shouted, "Slow!"

Wu Xuan paused and said, "What else is there to do with Your Excellency?"

Chiba said: "He doesn't sell paintings, why do you need your consent?

Wu Xuan smiled, smiling meaningfully, and then looked at the viewers on the left and right.

"He doesn't need my consent to sell paintings, and my domineering is not just what you see right now!"

When the words fell, Wu Xuan flicked his sleeves and turned around to leave.

With Wu Xuan's status among painters, as long as he speaks, the business of Huzi's painting stall will suddenly fall into dismal conditions.

Xue Lao sighed, his expression was full of guilt, his intentions were good, but the result was unsatisfactory.

Just as Wu Xuan was brushing his sleeves away, a voice suddenly came not far away.

"Master Wu Xuan, please stay! My husband, I want to invite you to meet!"

Looking at the sound, only outside the mansion of the Yuan Mansion, the walker held a broom and said with a light smile.

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