After a full stick of incense.

After more than a dozen people passed the first level, the woman guarding the second level took two steps forward.

Unlike the Miaoman woman who guarded the first pass, this woman has a strong bookish atmosphere, although she also covers her face with white veil, but her temperament is quiet.

She handed out the rice paper one by one, and said softly: "Ladies and gentlemen, in the second pass, please stay in Danqing and give your name, limited to half a pillar of incense." Those who pass, take ten steps forward, and those who refuse to exit. ”

Draw?

What is the topic?

Everyone looked at each other for a moment with a confused expression, and then they couldn't care about much, and then they picked up the pen and ink and painted.

There is only half a pillar of incense time, and I am afraid of falling behind, and I am even more afraid of going out.

Mu Fan was the only one, his eyes were presumptuous, he carefully looked at the woman from head to toe, and even avoided the beautiful eyes staring at the woman, a little overwhelmed.

"Childe, are you abstaining?" the quiet woman was a little angry, but her weak voice was not threatening.

Hearing this, Mu Fan smiled, as if he had given up on himself, and threw the paintbrush directly into the lake.

The woman frowned slightly when she saw this, and was very dissatisfied with Mu Fan's behavior.

Just in the next moment, I saw Mu Fan take a few steps back and squat, dip his little finger in ink, and smoothly outline it on the paper roll.

During this period, he still looked at her from time to time, but his eyes were clear.

This made her instantly understand that Mu Fan was painting her.

Half a pillar of incense was very fast, and most of it flew away in a blink of an eye.

"Girl, please see, the map of the city lake. A young man took the lead in taking the scroll and attaching the name of the painting.

It is the lake in the heart of the city that is drawn, and it is quite realistic.

It's just that she was shaken by the quiet woman.

It is clear that the youth did not get the gist?

Draw?

Without a theme, what is the drawing?

It is the state of mind that is painted, and the pattern is painted.

A painting, in life, does not integrate the charm, is also a piece of waste paper.

Therefore, the painting of the youth is not qualified.

The young man departed dejectedly, and a moment later another voice rang out. "Heavenly oracle into a dream. ”

The person who handed over the painting was undoubtedly Zhao Yu.

It has attracted the attention of many people.

Painting.

A vague figure fell asleep, and around it, there were visions of heaven and earth, hundreds of rivers, mountains and rivers, and ancient beasts, painting the entire scroll of paper.

The quiet woman's eyes leaked a little praise, and she looked at the picture scroll and commented, "Heaven and earth are so big, there are thousands of Tao sources, and there is no one person who is oracle of heaven, and how fortunate it is that the oracle of heaven falls into a dream." ”

After that, the tranquil woman looked at Zhao Yu, bowed her head slightly, and said, "Childe, please take ten steps." ”

The second level, the first person to clear the customs, Zhao Yu.

He glanced at Mu Fan and walked away with a smile on his head.

The quiet woman's evaluation is very pertinent, and I have to say that Zhao Yu is not a simple subordinate.

If not, how can you become the dream lover of thousands of girls.

After Zhao Yu left, everyone seemed to be inspired to speed up their paintings.

After the half-pillar of incense, seven people cleared the customs, and those who refused to leave.

Mu Fan was the only one left, sitting on the stone floor at random, with a picture scroll in front of him, and there was no movement.

"Childe, when the time comes, if you haven't handed in the scroll, please leave. The quiet woman looked at Mu Fan prettyly, still speaking softly.

Mu Fan, on the other hand, was unmoved, as if he was waiting for the woman to speak, and hooked the corners of his mouth and said, "I didn't hand it over because I needed you to pick up this painting." ”

"Why?!" The tranquil woman looked directly at Mu Fan for the first time, even if she looked at her, she didn't have the shyness she had before.

Hearing this, Mu Fan raised his eyebrows very ambiguously, and laughed slowly: "Because you know that this painting is painted for you." ”

After hearing this, the quiet woman panicked in her eyes, avoided Mu Fan's gaze, and set her eyes on the picture scroll in front of Mu Fan.

It's just that I can't see clearly because of the angle.

So, the quiet woman moved lightly and came to Mu Fan, looking down at the picture scroll.

Originally, she wasn't going to bend over.

But when I looked at it, I couldn't help but pick up the picture scroll on the ground and look surprised.

She had never seen the technique of this painting before.

And the woman in the painting is undoubtedly her.

Covering her veil, from the details of her clothes to the charm in her eyes, it was as if she was reflected in it.

It's just that in the painting, she is sitting.

On her lap was a man holding a jug of wine in his hand.

The pose is chic, except that the face is not drawn.

The man in this painting was filled in by the girl's sweetheart in the future. Mu Fan spoke again, speaking plainly.

But the meaning is extremely obvious, he is currying favor with the quiet woman....

"Childe's painting has not yet been named. The woman's eyes wandered, looking directly at Mu Fan.

Mu Fan stood up, patted the dust on his buttocks, and said casually: "Just call, drunk and lying on the knees of the beauty." ”

Drunk lying on the knee of a beautiful woman...

The woman was stunned, muttered in a low voice, and then slowly shook her head and said, "If I had a sweetheart, it would never be like this." ”

After that, his expression recovered, and he said fairly and solemnly: "Childe's skills are amazing, please take ten steps." ”

Mu Fan glanced at the quiet woman, nodded, and strode out to catch up with the few people in front.

At this time, in the pavilion that was still seventy steps away, a beautiful female voice suddenly sounded: "Mu Gongzi, let me ask you, why is it extremely literary?"

Who?

How do you know my name?

Am I so famous?

Mu Fan was stunned and suspicious, but for the sake of money, he didn't think much about it.

He replied quickly: "If you can put pen to peace in the world, it will be the best of literature!"

"Ten steps forward. The woman in the pavilion spoke directly.

Suddenly, there were screams inside and outside the lake.

And Zhao Yu and the others stared at Mu Fan, all of them were jealous and angry.

As for Mu Fan, he naturally did so.

He strode beyond the crowd.

When it's over, don't forget to show your middle finger behind your back.

At the same time, the voice of the woman in the pavilion also came again: "Then why is it the best martial arts?"

"A shot can determine the world, and the party is the best martial art!" Mu Fan didn't even have to think about it, and just turned the words out.

"On the last ten steps. The woman in the pavilion was much louder, and she was asking: "Wen can set the order, and the martial arts can be out of order, what is the solution?"

"What do you mean by the word disorder?" Mu Fan asked rhetorically, his footsteps did not stop, and he did not wait for the female voice to speak, and walked straight forward.

After a short silence, the woman in the pavilion asked again: "Does the shepherd think this world is fair?"

Hearing this, Mu Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he also brought emotion when he replied: "Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road, in this world, how can it be fair!"

"Are you complaining?!" the woman in the pavilion asked.

"I'm usually happy to be alive. ”

Mu Fan replied calmly, ten steps away from the Huxin Pavilion, and he could even see the slender figure behind the white sand, but he was stopped by the last woman guarding the gate.

"Shepherd, the last level. Pass, you can see me in the pavilion. The woman in the pavilion spoke again.

But Mu Fan was anxious, and asked bluntly: "How much can I give when I enter the pavilion?"

Vulgar!

Tacky!

The woman guarding the last pass squinted at Mu Fan, and the admiration for Mu Fan's answer dissipated in her eyes.

And the woman in the pavilion was also silent.

You're talking!

Ignore people when you mention money, right?

Mu Fan was almost in a hurry.

But before he could attack, the woman guarding the last level waved her hand and opened the scroll of paper in her hand.

There are words written on it, a cross.

Thousands of stars accompany the moon, and the empty mountains are suspicious.

"Childe, by the way, this anagram can enter the pavilion. The woman guarding the gate made a gesture, but she was silent.