On the boat, when Song Ciwan said "thirty-two paintings", her side fell into a long silence.

After a long while, when a gust of wind blew on the water, a small fish suddenly jumped up in the water, splashed a splash and fell on the board, and the big white goose rushed to the edge of the boat excitedly, stretched out its goose neck and opened its mouth, and then accurately put the little fish in its mouth.

At this time, Song Ciwan heard two exclamations one after another.

"Huh?" It was Aunt Wen who asked in shock, "Little lady, what did you say?" ”

"Ahh Screaming in surprise, and then hurriedly covering her mouth was Aunt Wen's daughter Xiaoni.

Immediately after, there were two surging human desires.

[Human desire, mortal surprise, confusion, dazed, five catties and two taels, can be sold. 】

With more than five catties of anger, Aunt Wen was excited and dazed.

[Human desire, mortal surprise, joy, encouragement, four catties and three taels, can be sold. 】

The simpler one is Xiao Ni, who almost only has joy.

Song Ciwan deliberately frowned and said, "Auntie, isn't thirty taels too cheap?" Actually, too...... But I'm presumptuous, I should say three hundred taels is ......"

In fact, if measured only in terms of gold and silver, Song Ciwan considered these paintings priceless.

But with Aunt Wen's current situation, Song Ciwan should not offer too high a price on the painting.

If it's too high, it may hurt her.

Whether it is a poor person who is rich or a child who is holding on to money, it is very dangerous.

Fortunately, they were on the boat at the moment, and there was no one else beside them, and when they made an offer to Aunt Wen, Song Ciwan had already used the wind control technique to block out the surrounding wind.

This little trick about the wind is somewhat similar to sound propagation blocking.

Song Ciwan naturally comprehended it after his comprehension sprouted recently, and he didn't need to learn any new spells.

Aunt Wen was almost speechless, she could only wave her hand again and again, stammering: "No, no, no need for three hundred taels!" Thirty...... Little lady, thirty taels is good, very good. ”

As she spoke, her face burned, and she sighed and said ashamedly: "Sorry, this painting, made of rags, is sold for thirty taels of one, how embarrassing, three taels and one are embarrassing......"

Song Ciwan shook his head and said: "Auntie, look at the waters in front of you, the vast hundreds of thousands of sails, and the water and sky are the same from a distance, is it beautiful?" ”

Aunt Wen was stunned and said: "Beautiful, naturally beautiful." ”

Song Ciwan said: "Then may I ask my aunt, what is this underwater riverbed like?" ”

Aunt Wen grew up by the water, and when she saw the dry period in the waters near the city of Huijiang, she immediately blurted out: "This riverbed is either silt or a deep hole." ”

After saying this, she thought of something, but she was shocked and said, "Little lady, don't you want to go into the water to see?" Ouch, this can't be controlled, the danger under the water, we don't dare to say that the most powerful water monkeys on the riverside can control it! This water is really not allowed to fall, and it must not be allowed to fall! ”

Song Ciwan said: "Auntie misunderstood, I don't want to go into the water, I want to ask my aunt to think about it, although the bottom of this river is full of silt and deep holes, but it does not delay the beauty of the water scenery, auntie think about it, but this reason?" ”

Aunt Wen was stunned and said, "Yes, that's really the case." ”

Song Ciwan said: "Nature is still like this, like the brocade is gorgeous, but the silk-spinning spring silkworm has to experience the ugliness of various small insect forms, like the spider colorful, but the more colorful the spider, the more poisonous it is."

Mountains and rivers and the earth, every inch of soil is not beautiful, but the beauty and verdant of the world, purple and red, must be borne out of the soil.

There is never a rule that beauty must come from, so why can't a spliced canvas paint a first-class masterpiece? ”

Her tone was just ordinary small talk, not passionate at all, but when she heard this, Aunt Wen only felt that there was a flood bell in her head, which was ringing continuously.

No one has ever said anything like this to her, never!

[Human desire, mortal joy, confusion, excitement, four catties and nine taels, can be sold. 】

Aunt Wen didn't know that when Song Ciwan was talking to her, she was also invisibly using the magic technique.

What she heard was not just an ordinary encouragement, but a Heavenly Proud of the Ten Thousand Spirits Heavenly Pride who was teaching her the Fa!

Her deeds touched Song Ciwan, and Song Ciwan also poked out a ray of light to her in the darkness to spread the seeds of the Tao for her.

This is also the fate.

Song Ciwan said: "There has never been a rule of Tao and reason, what kind of person must be in the world to have value. Auntie, talent is not oriented.

Some people are born with gold and jade, have all kinds of excellent conditions, can use the best rice paper, the best pen and ink, have slaves at home, travel with carriages and horses, it can be said that there is no trouble, just focus on studying.

But will such a person be able to draw amazing paintings and write splendid articles? ”

Aunt Wen wanted to say: Of course you can! With such good conditions, it is not the son of the landlord's master's family, or the disciple of the immortal sect, how can it not?

But when her words came to her lips, she somehow couldn't refute them.

It's just that at this moment, her heart is full of emotions, and there is already an emotion brewing and germinating.

This makes her have thousands of words, but she can't say a single word.

She could only open her mouth slightly, propped her hands on the oar, and looked at Song Ciwan blankly.

Song Ciwan said: "Auntie, you actually know that no matter how good the conditions are, they may not be able to bear splendid fruits. After all, there is never a shortage of gentlemen who have achieved nothing in this world, and there are countless people who have been reading mediocre books all their lives, but in the end they can't read anything.

Otherwise, where are the down-and-out scholars in this world? Oh, there are too many down-and-out, mediocre, and unsuccessful readers...... So many people learn calligraphy and painting, but only a few can stand out after all, auntie, don't you say? ”

Aunt Wen nodded again and again, although she couldn't speak, but her expression was so excited that she didn't need words to express it.

Song Ciwan said: "Auntie, the world is strange and magnificent, often in danger and far away, beyond the reach of people, can not be imagined, can not be seen. And you actually have all of these.

You're just just feeling normal just because you've done it. You really don't know how rare you are!

But just think about the people around you. Regardless of men, women and children, just say that the neighbors of the same village as you, who can insist on loving one thing for decades, no matter how difficult and dangerous, worldly oppression, and life struggles, always maintain enthusiasm, study hard, and never waver?

You question yourself, you question your paintings, have you ever asked the pen in your hand, the hand you hold the pen, the person you write? ”

Aunt Wen just stayed where she was, the boat didn't rock, and the whole person fell into an unspeakable turbulent current.

She was like a person in the deepest part of the waves, obviously riding a wave to the top of the wave, and with just one bend, she seemed to be able to rush through the high wave and go to a wider distance.

But at the very front of the waves, there is clearly an invisible diaphragm.

This diaphragm is extremely light and thin, but Aunt Wen, who is standing on the side of the diaphragm, is always difficult to penetrate no matter how anxious she is.

Song Ciwan blessed her with the word "Dao", and took out eighteen small silver ingots and stuffed them into her hands.

Aunt Wen took it in a daze, her eyes were wide open, her lips trembled, but she still couldn't speak.

Song Ciwan smiled slightly and said: "This is one hundred and eighty taels of silver, according to thirty taels of silver, buy you six paintings, aunt, this is no problem, right?" ”

Aunt Wen trembled and said, "No, no ......"

Her emotions were at a peak, surging at a certain critical point, so that she did not leak out at all, and it was difficult to collect the scales for a while.

But Xiao Ni next to her witnessed all this, her eyes widened, and human desire rolled in: [Human desire, mortal excitement, joy, and fear, three catties and nine taels, can be sold. 】

[Human desire, mortal joy, excitement, worry, two catties and six taels, can be sold. 】

[Human desire, mortal joy, excitement, sorrow, one catty and nine taels, can be sold. 】

……

Xiao Ni is young, and at this time, in addition to joy, there is also fear and worry, which is also interesting.

Song Ciwan walked up to her, reached out and touched her little head, and said, "Xiaoni, my sister bought six paintings from your mother, and you will take all the paintings in this cabin to your sister, okay?" ”

Six paintings, all of which are made of rags that hang in the cabin.

Xiao Ni jumped up all of a sudden, and said excitedly: "Sister, I'll go get it, you wait for me!" I'll be right away! ”

As soon as she stooped back into the cabin, she was immediately busy like a hardworking little bee.

Soon, she packed up all the six pictures of beauties hanging in the cabin and handed them to Song Ciwan.

While handing it over, she also said crisply: "Sister, your painting!" ”

Song Ciwan took it with a smile, and after admiring it for a while, he put it in his storage bag.

During this whole process, Aunt Wen was emotionally turbulent and speechless.

Song Ciwan put away six single pictures of beauties, and took out a few pieces of linen that had been hoarded in the past from the scales, as well as a bundle of dry firewood-

These things were all sold by Song Ciwan when he was in Suyang City through various human fragments.

At the beginning, not long after she got the scales, there were not too many valuable things around her that could be traded, so in order not to waste the number of times the scales were refreshed every day, she sold many messy mundane items.

What kind of rice dry food, charcoal rags and the like are quite normal, in order to test the specific efficacy of the scales, Song Ciwan even sold broken stones on the street, as well as the dung of the big white goose!

Cough...... Goose droppings or something, you don't need to say too much.

Song Ciwan took the linen cloth and dry firewood, raised his hand slightly, and one of the dry firewood was pulled out of thin air, and then the top of the firewood was burned, burned until it was charred, and the flame was extinguished, and Song Ciwan gave it to Aunt Wen.

Aunt Wen took it in a daze, Song Ciwan took eighteen silver ingots in exchange for her six paintings, Aunt Wen was stupid at that time, but the stupidity at that time and the stupidity at this time, emotionally speaking, are actually completely different.

At this moment, Aunt Wen's stay is more reflected in a kind of surprise thought like "this little lady turned out to be a little fairy".

She was stunned, and in the extreme surprise, she gave birth to a sense of joy of "so it is".

Song Ciwan stuffed the branch to Aunt Wen, raised his hand a little more, and a long and wide linen cloth was unfurled on the ship out of thin air.

She didn't speak, only made a gesture of invitation to Aunt Wen.

Aunt Wen swallowed her saliva, let go of the boat in her hand, and walked step by step in front of the unfolded linen horse.

She stretched out her rough palm and touched it, the linen was suspended out of thin air, but Aunt Wen reached out and touched it, but she only felt that the tentacle was very stable.

To the touch, the sackcloth felt as if it was unfolded on a flat tabletop, and there was no sense of emptiness floating out of thin air.

Holding the charcoal branch in her hand and touching the familiar linen texture, Aunt Wen's chaotic emotions finally calmed down.

A deep love in the bones, but at this moment, it broke through all doubts, all complexity, and all timidity! Over the mountains and mountains, across the sea and floating waves, rushed to her.

It's a whole piece of linen!

A whole piece unfolded in front of her, no patchwork of rags, no traces of age, no shades, no dirt and mottled ...... She can paint the sackcloth freely!

Aunt Wen couldn't hold it anymore, she raised the charcoal branch in her hand and began to sketch it with a large brush.

Yes, it's a big stroke.

The lines of her paintings seem to be delicate and delicate, but at the beginning of her paintings, her brushwork is wild and unrestrained.

No frameworks, no rules.

Yes, no one told her how to draw it.

So she went wild and painted as she wanted.

Draw all the beautiful images of her dark world, from the unbridled brushstrokes to the meticulously carved shapes.

Gradually, on this canvas, the image of a beautiful woman with a timeless figure and a plump jade jumps out.

The woman stood above the waves, and in the vast smoke, her clothes fluttered, and she walked on the waves. A large white goose with a plump body fluttered its wings, and followed her vividly, with a smile in her eyes and a look of anticipation, as if she was going to fly out of the painting anytime and anywhere!

What Aunt Wen painted this time was Song Ciwan and the big white goose!

The Song Ciwan in the painting is not exactly similar to the real Song Ciwan, of course, this refers to the image of Song Ciwan at this moment.

However, Song Ciwan's disguise this time was originally seven or eight points similar to her original appearance, and after a painting by Aunt Wen, the person in the painting was five or six points similar to her original appearance.

The biggest difference from the real Song Ciwan is that the Song Ciwan in the painting is much more cordial and kind, quite a feeling of bright eyes and fairy spirit, while the real Song Ciwan is actually a little more cold.

The person in the painting walks in the water waves, his eyes are smart, and the big white goose looks at him, and he is immediately startled to "quack" and screams.

Aunt Wen drew to the last stroke, trembling all over her body and sweating profusely.

Suddenly, she removed the tip of the pen that was on the eyeball, and muttered: "I have been obsessed with painting for more than 40 years, and today I know what painting is, and it turns out to be like this......

Suddenly, a spiritual light fell from the sky.