Chapter 1036 The Sun and the Moon Compete for Glory?

Although the thirteenth prince said that his cultivation was not high, he was good at observing words and feelings, and when he saw Li Muwan's appearance, he couldn't help but be happy, knowing that he had made the right bet.

This folding fan is really useful to Li Muwan, and it is still very important, but he doesn't know that in Li Muwan's heart, the important thing is not the folding fan, but the person who makes the folding fan.

"Thank you Uncle Huang this time, if Uncle Huang needs anything in the future, Wan'er will definitely help. Bowing slightly to the thirteenth prince, Li Muwan said with a smile.

She knew in her heart that the Thirteenth Prince came here to offer treasures just to have a good relationship with her, after all, her identity was not a secret in the Li family.

"Hehe, Wan'er, you are out of sight, we are all a family, why bother to divide each other? And you can be favored by the Daomen, it is also the glory of our Li family, your thirteenth uncle and I are also an understanding person. ”

Since the goal has been achieved, the thirteenth prince did not linger here, stood up with a smile, and said, "Since the things have been delivered, I will also leave." ”

Li Muwan sent the thirteenth prince outside the door, and then was led away by her subordinates, and she turned back.

"Fourth Elder, Fifth Elder, look?" Li Muwan asked as she handed the folding fan to the black-robed old man and the white-robed old man.

The white-robed old man took the folding fan, looked at it, nodded slightly, and glanced at the black-robed old man, his essence flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

Instead, he sighed slightly, exchanged the folding fan to Li Muwan, and admonished, "Wan'er, do you have to work hard?"

After all, the old man in the black robe and the old man in the white robe watched Li Muwan grow up, and they couldn't bear it if they sacrificed Li Muwan, but they couldn't say it clearly, only let Li Muwan comprehend the artistic conception of yin and yang faster.

Although Binwangzhou is far away from the Daomen, the way of transmitting information between the Daomen is very fast, and the black-robed old man and the white-robed old man have already told the Daomen about Ling Changkong, and the Daomen side has also made a new decision.

Daomen's attitude towards Ling Changkong has changed from exploitation to fair competition, and he competes fairly with Li Muwan.

Of course, among the Daomen, there were still some people who objected, they wanted to use Li Muwan for their own purposes, but when they learned about Ling Changkong's talent, they had to give up this idea.

Regarding Li Muwan's side of the matter, as well as the decision of the Daomen, Ling Changkong didn't know, he was still somewhere in the imperial city, guarding his shop, watching people come and go, and the world was full of things.

With the passage of time, most of the neighbors around it knew that there was a person named Ling Changkong, who bought this shop and sold folding fans, but the price was extremely high.

Ling Changkong is delicate and modest, but he has won the favor of everyone, and the neighbors get along very happily.

After Yu Qingrong exchanged a jade pendant worth one gold for a folding fan, Ling Changkong's fan shop became more and more famous among the literati, no longer like before, there was no one all day long, and from time to time someone would come to patronize his store, but there were very few people who actually bought fans.

Not for anything else, the fans here are too expensive.

In the imperial city, the top-grade folding fan is only a few taels of silver, and the maximum is only a hundred taels, but Ling Changkong here costs ten gold at once, and in addition to calligraphy and painting, there is nothing else outstanding, and naturally there are few buyers.

Regarding this matter, Sun Shimin also persuaded Ling Changkong several times to let Ling Changkong lower the price, but Ling Changkong still did not mean to reduce the price, no matter whether it was good or bad, it would be ten gold.

After all, he made folding fans not to make money, but to perceive the artistic conception of yin and yang, and as a Yuanying monk, he didn't care about these gold and silver, he wanted such a high price, it was nothing more than raising the threshold and sifting out those who didn't know the goods.

Besides, on the side of the Thirteenth Prince, through Li Muwan's reaction, he already knew that Ling Changkong was a hidden master, although he wanted to visit him very much, but in the end he gave up, and asked Yu Qingrong to pay homage every month and talk about his heart.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed, and he still has nothing to do during the day, sitting in front of the door, watching the pedestrians busy, and at night, he records the day's feelings.

There are more and more folding fans in his shop, and they are becoming more and more exquisite, and they are becoming more and more mysterious.

Now there are many people who come to buy folding fans, all of them are rich and noble, and even some have some relationship with immortals, they buy folding fans or decorate them themselves, or give them to the predecessors of Xianmen.

The people of the three major cultivation realms couldn't help but notice Ling Changkong, but after coming over to visit him several times, he strangely stopped appearing.

For all this, Ling Changkong turned a blind eye to it, and continued to sell his folding fans to understand the artistic conception of yin and yang.

At this time, he already has a deeper understanding of the artistic conception of yin and yang, if he is asked to write the word "Ming" now, he will never let the thirteen princes lose the folding fan in shock, but will make him lose his soul.

The artistic conception of yin and yang, mutual restraint and endless cycle.

However, after this year, Ling Changkong has seen a lot of vicissitudes, of course, this is what he has conjured with a spell, otherwise, he has not changed at all, and he will definitely be suspected by his neighbors.

This night, as before, every household was closed, Ling Changkong took a wine jug and walked out of Boss Sun's hotel, but this time it was not Boss Sun who sent him, but Sun Shimin.

"Let's go back. After arriving at the door, Ling Changkong waved his hand and said with a smell of wine.

"Okay, I'll go back, you go back and get a good night's sleep, don't drink. Sun Shimin admonished, and ran back to the inn.

Ling Changkong didn't go in immediately, but watched Sun Shimin go back, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

Boss Sun just wants Sun Shimin's son to inherit his father's business and help manage the hotel, but Sun Shimin hopes that he will take the imperial examination high school and become an official in the court.

However, Ling Changkong felt that it was more appropriate for Sun Shimin to embark on the road of cultivating immortals, after all, he had a bookish aura on him, and if he could use it, his role would definitely not be underestimated.

As for qualifications, Ling Changkong was not worried, since Sun Shimin was able to produce bookish qi, he must have the qualifications to cultivate immortals, plus he gave Sun Shimin a folding fan before, which had a certain effect of improving qualifications.

Ling Changkong didn't think much about this, after all, he couldn't teach Sun Shimin, and whether Sun Shimin could embark on the road of cultivating immortals depended on his own fate.

Entering the room, Ling Changkong's body was suddenly shocked, Huo Ran woke up, his eyes exuded essence, and he came to the table with a familiar way, where more than a dozen blank folding fans were scattered here.

As always, sit down, roll up your sleeves, grind the ink, lift the pen, and dip the ink.

Ling Changkong did not put pen to paper immediately, but closed his eyes, and scenes suddenly appeared in front of him, not only today, but also in the past, every inch of understanding, bit by bit, flashed in front of Ling Changkong at this time.

Suddenly, all the pictures shattered, and the surroundings returned to darkness, but Ling Changkong caught a little, a little light.

The wolf waved, the ink was splashed, and within a moment, a picture appeared on the folding fan fan, a stubborn stone, on which grew a slender bamboo, the left side of the thin bamboo is the bright moon, and the right side is the sun.

At the same time, the scene of the sun and the moon competing for glory gives people a very suitable feeling, as it should be, but it seems that it is not competing for glory, but supporting each other.

After finishing this painting, Ling Changkong stopped writing and stared at the fan with a frown, as if something was wrong.

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