The aroma of wine is also afraid of deep alleys.

Especially for works such as calligraphy and painting, if they are not well promoted, it is not until a hundred years after the author's death that they are favored by chance and show their fame, which is also a normal thing.

At this time, Jiang He looked at the three routes and groaned slightly.

If you sell it in the state capital, even if you sell it for a good price, you will only be bought and collected.

There is a probability that more than ninety percent will be buried in the border barren state city.

Sent directly to Cailang Painting Workshop?

It's not very proper.

The skills of his own painting are passable, but the picture is assisted by Taoist means.

Although this is his own helpless move, in case those painters in the Cailang Painting Workshop are very concerned, it is easy to have twists and turns in life.

Then that's the last option left.

【Sent to old friends】

At the beginning of this week, Jiang He sold paintings in Queensland for half a year, but he made some friends with painters and financiers.

However, the old friends here are not referring to them.

It's Yan Chicheng.

After he became a high-ranking official, he was in the most prosperous imperial capital of the Meng Dynasty.

As long as he is willing to help promote and help a fine painting become famous, it is not a difficult thing.

Moreover, Yan Chicheng in the current time period is still in a state of ignorance, has not determined his own path, does not know much about the world, and has no way to walk the world.

Jiang He is going to start improving his painting skills this week, and he has no time and no way to go to the imperial capital.

However, he was able to use scrolls, letters, etc.

Let Yan Chicheng stay at home, and he can read all the things in the world.

"Is this an old postcard?"

[You trust your friend, so you wrote a letter to the border barren state city and sent it to the imperial capital Yongle Taoist Temple. 】

[Because it involves Yan Gongzi's brother, the post guard did not dare to slack off, and sent it urgently. 】

[Yan Chicheng practiced in Yongle Taoism, received the letter and doubted, and returned to the house to look at it. 】

[Because of what you said in your letter, it was sent by mistake, but I admired your literary attainments and admired your wandering and painting, so I replied to a letter, explaining the truth and regretting it. 】

[You replied again, saying that this was fate, and talked about speculation, invited as pen pals, and talked about it with letters. 】

[Yan Chicheng was overjoyed and readily agreed. 】

Although the border is deserted and the imperial capital is thousands of miles apart.

But this distance can't hinder Jiang He's eloquence-

What's wrong with not being able to interview?

As a time-traveling reborn, I haven't had a pen pal, can I still be on the Internet?

What's more, Jiang He already fully understood Yan Chicheng's temperament, and it only took two or three letters to develop him into a pen pal thousands of miles away.

With the help of pen pals.

Jiang He wrote a letter to enlighten this young man with depressed hair who had just entered the Taoist temple.

By the way, he sent out a painting of [Demon Fox in the Middle of the Night], and told Yan Chicheng what happened that night and his guess about the deserted village in the way of casual conversation between friends.

The Meng Dynasty was in its heyday at this time, with good luck and peace in all directions.

Especially in the imperial capital, many people are exposed to this prosperous scene from birth to death.

For most of the people in the imperial capital, including Yan Chicheng, the border wasteland is so far away and the rivers and lakes are so empty.

Even things like demons and ghosts are just strange stories in teahouses and restaurants.

Not to mention those imperial capital painters.

They usually paint some beautiful landscapes, or beautiful peonies and other paintings to express their emotions.

How could there be a guy like Jiang He who is not afraid of death, who specially went to the chaotic border wilderness to draw a bizarre and bewitching map?

Therefore......

When Yan Chicheng first saw the [Midnight Demon Fox], he was covered in white sweat, thinking that a demon had appeared, and he almost pulled out his sword and cut it.

Fortunately, he reacted before swinging his sword, and hurriedly stopped, so that the painting was not destroyed.

Relax a little.

Yan Chicheng looked at the picture of the demon fox in the middle of the night again, and saw the fox-loving fox, and admired the mysterious pen pal in his heart.

"It turns out that the border wilderness in Brother Ning's mouth is so terrifying......"

"Those people in the border wilderness are struggling to survive around such a terrifying and demonic being?"

Thinking of the letter from the pen pal, I hope to spread this painting, so I can go to the Cailang Painting Workshop to find the method of Danqing.

Yan Chicheng immediately had an idea.

He first wrote a letter back, telling his pen pals to be more careful, not to be too immersed in painting and put himself in danger.

He left the Yongle Taoist Temple in a hurry and went home to shake people.

A few days later......

[Yan Chicheng took the letter and handed it over to Mr. Storyteller to form a tavern anecdote. 】

[Later, the paintings were revealed, which were immersive and amazing. 】

[The painting of the demon fox on a snowy night went far and wide in the emperor, attracting many people to come. 】

[You were born with a sword and painted, and became famous in the imperial capital. 】

Yan Chicheng is simple and simple, after all, he was also born in a powerful family, and he is not stupid.

A simple painting, no matter how good it is, can only become famous in the circle of painters, and it is difficult for it to spread quickly.

In order to help the pen pal and meet his needs to [make a name for himself].

Yan Chicheng asked someone to help, and used his letters and paintings as templates to compose a story, and carried out some publicity in the teahouse and restaurant-

A painting, perhaps only some people can see the subtlety in it.

But if you add a story to the painting......

It's easy to be welcomed by more people.

In particular, many people have heard that there is a sword-wielding painter who walks the rivers and lakes while recording the strange things he encounters with his paintings.

Immediately became curious, ran to the teahouse, listened to the book, and looked at the painting at the same time.

This sense of substitution is just one word.

Break off!

Just looking at that painting, many people seem to have become the scholar, watching the beauty turn into a fox on a snowy night, and it is inexplicable.

This novel and unique style immediately became famous in the imperial capital, and even formed a new trend.

Many powerful people in the imperial capital were secretly inquiring about the sword-wielding painter.

I want to know if he has any other paintings, and if he has encountered other strange things.

"This is the beginning of the chase......"

Jiang He was very relieved to see the content of the letter sent by Yan Chicheng.

Little brother, this wave, but he has done himself a great favor!

With this wave of opening, the popularity of the game.

He continued to walk the wastelands, traveling around and recording what he saw.

[Evil Tiger Blocking the Road], [Wild Wolf Back Corpse], [Yellow Immortal Seeking Seal]......

Several works in a row have caused quite a stir in the imperial capital, making the popularity rise steadily.

The fame of sword-wielding painters even began to spread through those merchants or travelers who came to the imperial capital to do business.

Some teahouses and restaurants even began to use him as a template to compose various stories......

It's not fun to chase the serial.,I think the author is too slow.,So write your own fandom?

Jiang He couldn't help but smile when he saw this development.

Just as his fame was rising.

But in the border barren state, a new incident was encountered.

[Because of the help of old friends, your reputation has grown. 】

[Then he continued to walk in the border wilderness, and when he encountered the strange light, he drew a terrifying and demonic picture. 】

[1338 of the Meng calendar, the seventeenth day of the good month. 】

[When you meet the people of the barren mountains on the road, you hear the sound of crying and howling, smell the blood, and then enter with a sword. 】

[Seeing the corpses in the house, the old and the young are dead, and when they enter the house, the woman wails, and the man looks like a demon. 】

[You draw your sword and slash, and you dodge out.] 】

[In a few days, the woman came out in a dress, weeping and thanking. 】

[As the daughter of a woodcutter, she is waiting for the word boudoir, agreeing with people, and talking about marriage and marriage. 】

[Who knew that the man was careless in making friends, and when his friend saw that the woman was beautiful, he had evil intentions, sneaked into the woodcutter's house, killed and plundered the girl. 】

[His words are unladylike, affecting his family, he has no shame to live, he wants to follow him, he hopes that he will understand, he stops, and he kills himself. 】

[When you see this tragic situation, you are silent and unspeakable......]

[A: Turn around and leave, B: Settle in the ground, C: Paint, D: Personally intervene. 】

Jiang He's fingers brushed over the text.

Seeing that miserable scene, there was silence for a while.

Even if it is a peaceful and prosperous era, there is no guarantee that everything will be safe, let alone this frontier wasteland where the imperial court is powerless.

Seeing such a tragic situation, he could only sigh wordlessly and make a choice.

【Soil for safety】

He didn't pick up a paintbrush and record the tragedy.

Instead, he used Taoism to bury the woodcutter's family and set up a monument, and burned the house down with another fire.

The corpse of the villain is directly exposed to the wilderness and is destroyed by wild dogs.

With that done, he turned and walked away.

Jiang He thought that this was the end of the matter.

Who would have thought that when he walked through the barren mountains and came to a nearby town, he was about to buy some food and drinks to soothe his depressed mood.

As a result, something bad happened again.

"You leave the barren mountains and go to a nearby town, and you want to buy wine and get drunk. 】

[But in front of the official mansion, an old man was beaten with a stick and abandoned on the ground, seriously injured and dying, and his wailing could not be stopped. 】

[You stepped forward to treat and asked the reason, but you heard the old man crying. 】

[He said that he had a son, honest and honest, and a son who married a wife, gentle and filial, which was a pleasure. 】

[Who knows that the rich man in the city, knowing the beauty of his daughter-in-law, forcibly plundered. 】

[His daughter-in-law was soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and died of suicide, and his son was angry and wanted revenge, but was beaten to death by the rich man. 】

[Only the old man was left, and he wanted to report to the official, but who knew that the city official was bribed, ignored it, and beat him out with a stick. 】

[It's so sad and sad, where is the reason? 】

[You saw the old man desperate, angry from the heart, and then ......]

[A: Kill the official, B: Kill the rich man, C: Kill together, D: Personally intervene]

watched the old man fall to the ground, hugging his head and crying in despair.

Jiang He was depressed in his heart, and he didn't say much, and slapped it directly on the page.

[Cut together]

Due to the death of his sons and daughters-in-law, the old man was completely desperate and was beaten out by the government again.

He said so much to this strange son, just to find someone to vent to.

But I didn't expect it......

After hearing the cause and effect of the incident, Gongzi got up directly and walked to the gate of the official mansion sullenly.

In front of the gate of the official mansion, there were two officials.

They beat the old man out of the stick before, and then watched the old man talk to Jiang He, standing there with a sneer on his face.

Confide? Inquire?

This old man also went to the doctor in a hurry.

If it is a knight who walks away with a sword, they may step forward to stop it to prevent any accidents.

Looking at this son's fine skin and tender flesh, his face is so pale, obviously a little yin deficiency, and his hands and feet are weak.

Dressed as a scholar again, with a sketchpad and a paintbrush behind him, most of them are a painter who runs out to play......

That's it?

Even the sword used for self-defense may not have seen blood!

At this time, the two officials watched Gongzi come over sullenly, and immediately stopped with sticks.

"The yamen is heavy, and those who come stop here."

"What my husband said is true?"

Childe didn't stop, but asked.

The two officials glanced at each other and smiled.

"This son, I advise you to be nosy."

"Do you know what kind of person the rich man is, that is ......?"

The official bragged, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

I opened my mouth, but I couldn't take a breath, and the voice suddenly disappeared, and with some dizziness, the heavens and the earth began to turn upside down......

When he saw his body, it dawned on him.

My head fell off.

The blood is like a spring, dyeing the lion of the town red.

Childe stepped inside.

Walking in blood, white clothes unstained with dust.

Walking all the way through the lobby, I came to the inner courtyard of the city government, where a fat and fat official was chasing the girl, laughing and having fun.

When he saw the stranger walking to the backyard of the city house, he was a little confused, and stopped to ask.

"Who are you?!"

These were his last words.

Childe carried his mind, went all the way back to the yamen, came to the old man, and abandoned the things in his hand to the ground.

He looked at the sluggish old man, flashed the sword in his hand, and spoke softly.

"If you feel that there is no heavenly reason......"

"This is the principle of heaven."

"I'm going to go again, man, can I move?"

"Yes!"