Xu Feiyang looked at the murals and water-colored paintings hanging on the pavilions on both sides of the laneway, and saw that the brushwork on it was light, light and dense in order, the mountain clouds and mist were thick and dense like clouds, and the building was bright and colorful like the attic in the boudoir.

"These paintings are full of life, as if they are truly reflected, but I'm afraid they are not from the hands of mortals, right?" Xu Feiyang asked Song Yun while admiring the quality of the paintings.

"Of course not, the three thousand avenues of cultivation are different, for example, the Nanli Academy is to enter the Tao with qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and there seem to be some weak scholars in it, but they are all extraordinary. It's like if you haven't learned the way of the seal, it's still called the way of the side door. Song Yun explained, and did not forget to be sarcastic.

Xu Feiyang just smiled slightly, didn't care about the language dispute, and said: "This cultivation is a state of mind, if you can't see through the root of the avenue, in the end, it's not just that the path is broken, the soul dissipates, and it turns into white bones." ”

"Do you think that you are powerful, and you are not a minor cultivator of the Mortal Realm, do you see through the fundamentals of the Great Dao? Song Yun grabbed her words, and said that Xu Feiyang was also embarrassed.

"Miss Song, don't you just want to hit Xu's self-confidence when you bring Xu out?" Xu Feiyang was not angry, but still said slightly.

"Who dares to say you, you are the 'virtuous brother' of the third uncle, I have to call you 'Uncle Xu'. When you come to our house, you are all elders, I don't dare. Song Yun curled her mouth and continued to choke Xu Feiyang's words.

"Miss Song doesn't have to care about those red tapes, Xu and Brother Song have known each other for many years, but they are the same age as Miss Song, if Miss Song doesn't dislike Xu, you can just call Senior Brother. Xu Feiyang's face was straight, and he also said solemnly to Song Yun.

When Song Yun heard this, she tilted her head and said disdainfully: "Hmph, who wants to call you senior brother, I still have three elder brothers, plus a lot of brothers in those families, and I am not inferior to you as a brother or something." ”

Xu Feiyang listened to the words and knew that this girl was a little girl's temper, so he didn't care, but said: "Miss Song, is there anything interesting about the dream woodland, Xu looks like you have to go?"

"I won't tell you. Song Yun pouted and walked forward.

Xu Feiyang smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said with a pretended regret: "If Miss Song doesn't say it, that rune Xu will not be able to draw it in a targeted manner, but I am afraid that it will not be effective when the time comes." ”

Sure enough, as soon as Song Yun heard the rune, she immediately stopped, walked over angrily, stared at Xu Feiyang with a pair of bright big eyes, and said angrily: "At first glance, you are not a good person, you tricked me into buying a talisman seal in the market, and now you are threatening me with a rune." What if I tell you a secret and you threaten me again?"

"Miss Song is only afraid that there is some misunderstanding of Xu, Xu has always been a good person, otherwise she would not have become friends with your third uncle. As long as Miss Song informs, Xu should abide by the secret and make the best talisman for Miss Song. Xu Feiyang said with a sincere face and a somewhat aggrieved look.

"I know you're lying, don't think I'm a child, huh. Tell you, I'm going to the Dream Glade, and I'm going to find the Dream Stone. I heard that long-term wearing of the dream stone can not only make people smarter and comprehend the exercises, but also make people forever young and beautiful. Song Yun said, looking excited.

When Xu Feiyang heard this, he immediately knew what this woman was thinking, in fact, she just wanted to be young and beautiful. is really like a woman in the world, and she always sees her appearance so seriously, but she doesn't know that only her own strength is the foundation of being respected by others.

As everyone knows, those wandering beggars, even if they have a good shell and skin, how many people are really willing to stay and watch. But those high-flying Venerable things, even if they stand casually, no matter how beautiful or ugly, they are the focus of the audience.

However, he didn't say this to Song Yun, but smiled slightly, and said comfortingly: "Miss Song, don't worry, this matter is on Xu, as long as you enter the dream woodland, Xu will go with you to find the dream stone." ”

When Song Yun heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she said happily: "Really, that's great." You have to talk the talk, or I'll hate you. ”

"Okay, someone Xu never lies, don't worry. Xu Feiyang said with an oath.

When Song Yun heard this, she immediately became elated, and ran over to pull Xu Feiyang's little arm, and said happily: "Then it's decided." I'll take you to Brunei, and I've heard that there are a lot of literati and artists there. ”

Xu Feiyang also smiled slightly, and let Song Yun pull him forward.

After a while, they came to the center of the pavilion. In the middle of this bustling building, there is a circular flower bed, which is planted with evergreen flowers with red leaves in all seasons, the flower color is light red, and the flower branches are thin and easy to break.

There is also a "butterfly love hundred flowers" hanging on the flower bed, the whole picture scroll is full of flowers, in full bloom, the stamens are budding to be released, the flower buds are delicate, the painting arc is like a cloudy mist, the handwriting of the light dots makes the picture scroll vivid, and the colorful butterflies flying in the sky are dancing on the picture scroll.

It is said that when the painting was completed, the butterflies in the sky came uninvited, flying around the picture scroll for three days and three nights, and was known as the 'Danqing Holy Hand' by Brunei. Song Yun saw Xu Feiyang staring at the scroll, and patiently explained to him, thinking that the rune and the dream stone did make him take a big turn towards Xu Feiyang.

"It is indeed a masterpiece, and it can be called a 'Danqing' masterpiece. Xu Feiyang also sighed sincerely.

"Let's go, there's a lot more out there. With a smile, he continued to pull Xu Feiyang to the front.

Xu Feiyang looked up and saw a pavilion in front of him, with a phoenix dance lace window edge, a dragon-shaped carved lintel, and a simple and elegant couplet, which read: "Pen Mo Baosheng Avenue, the world's talents gather in Lai Pavilion." The writing is neat and atmospheric, which not only reflects the charm of the three thousand avenues, but also reflects the domineering fortune of Brunei Pavilion.

Xu Feiyang and Song Yun walked through the gray-brown gate and went straight up the second floor along the corridor. Coming to the lobby on the second floor, there are groups of elegant idlers sitting here, sitting around the table drinking tea, laughing and chatting. Seeing Xu Feiyang and Song Yun coming, they glanced at each other with slanted eyes, and then turned back to chat.

Walk through the lobby and into the aisle on the left, where there are seven or eight large Accords, and the aisles are sometimes frequented by some young gentlemen. In Xu Feiyang's induction, some of these scholars are mortals, and some are monks in the early and middle stages of refining mortals, but there are very few monks in the late stage of refining and spiritual realm.

Entering a paint-red porch, I came to a large room, the pink and white walls were covered with colorful scrolls and some calligraphy and ink.

Although Xu Feiyang studied culture in his family when he was a child and was not illiterate, he did not have a deep understanding of calligraphy and ink, and he just skimmed it. For those paintings, I was only slightly surprised, and I didn't feel anything else.

Song Yun cherishes the history and authors of these scrolls, and stops before each scroll, savoring the artistic conception of the scrolls, and interpreting the background and charm of the scrolls for Xu Feiyang.

Although Xu Feiyang was not interested in the scroll, he was not good at brushing Song Yun's good intentions, so he had to nod his head frequently in approval.

Looking at Song Yun's love for painting scrolls and literary ink, the faint smile on her pure face, and her beautiful face that is not stained with wind and dust, Xu Feiyang's heart moved slightly, and he was stupid. Then he shook his head, dispelled those reveries, and stood quietly behind him, accompanied her to a painting scroll pavilion, came to a poetry preface room, and then walked through a place where there was little sound of the piano.

Watching the bright colors in the sky gradually darken, and the remnants of the sunlight slanting down the earth, Song Yun finally walked through one after another places of literary and ink paintings, pianos, books, chess, and words.

She straightened her waist, a sweet smile on her face, and said with some satisfaction: "Let's go, go back." The third uncle should also go back. ”

Speaking of her third uncle, she fell into a deep groan.

Xu Feiyang can see that this woman loves calligraphy and painting, but she is born with a playful personality, which can't help but remind him of Yang Qingyue of Huayang Peak, the personalities of the two girls are somewhat similar, but...

Thinking of this, Xu Feiyang couldn't help but sigh slightly, and he didn't know that Yang Qingyue was good now.