"Painting in the temple?"

Yang Jian and Yang Su glanced at each other, and they were a little unsure of what this scholar wanted to do, the former had heard the clan brother say that Lu Liangsheng was the essence of his ability, and he did not practice swordsmanship, but pen and ink illusion, and when he heard that he wanted to paint, he became curious.

"I have long heard that Mr. Danqing is good at it, just to satisfy the desire of the eyes!"

In an instant, several eunuchs moved a long table and a large chair, and two maids held the four treasures of the study and grinded them carefully, and slowly spread out a blank painting scroll on the table.

"Sir. ”

A maid is holding a delicate brush, the body of the tube is made of sandalwood, the gold lacquer is painted with red prints and flowers, the tip of the pen is the purple hair in the mink, and the ink on it is dry, which is Yang Jian's usual use.

"This pen is not expensive, but I often use it, I write it by hand, the lines are smooth and beautiful, and I hope you don't dislike it. ”

"It's not disgust, it's a painting that will be painted later, and an extraordinary pen can make it. ”

Lu Liangsheng is indeed not picky, turned around and walked outside the hall and whistled, the old donkey wandering around the square outside turned his head and shook his long ears, without waiting for the surrounding guards to react, a smoke flashed from their gap, and rubbed his tongue on Lu Liangsheng's hand excitedly, and when he saw someone in the hall standing up and looking out, he quickly withdrew his big tongue, straightened his body, and straightened his neck.

"Acquaintances, don't pretend. ”

The scholar smiled and patted the donkey's head, walked to the bookshelf and took out the Linggen wood from the inside, the woods slept lightly, and he didn't know what was going on outside, just after being held by Lu Liangsheng in his hand, he suddenly turned into black smoke, and in front of everyone, he turned his skirt and turned into a slender and charming woman, and rubbed the scholar's chest at once.

"Old demon, old demon!"

The eunuchs in the palace, and even the guards on alert saw the mysterious scene, their eyes widened one by one, their toes were straightened in their shoes, and they didn't dare to come out.

Yang Su, who was holding a cup and drinking the wine, felt the terrifying demonic aura, and with a pop, he squirted out the wine and looked at the woman in the black dress.

"Lu Daoyou, where did you find the monster......

On the dragon chair, Yang Jian put down the wine glass in his hand and couldn't help but stand up.

"Sir, this ...... Who is it?"

Yang Su, who was on the left side under "Brother .....", leaned slightly towards the imperial step and lowered his voice: "This is a monster, a thousand-year-old demon." ”

Hiss~~~

Yang Jian took a breath, and then spit out heavily, but sighed: "I didn't expect that the demon was so beautiful." ”

Ahem, ahem!

These words suddenly made Yang Su cough a few times in the banquet, this is the first time he has seen his brother say such things, if he let his brother and sister-in-law know, what will he do.

But fortunately, Lu Liangsheng didn't know what to say to the monster over there, and the black smoke was lifted, turning into a rough and withered brush, and countless slender rhizomes extended downward, intertwining the tip of the pen.

"Your Majesty, don't be surprised, this demon has been with me for a long time, and he will not do anything harmful. ”

After a brief explanation, he walked to the table, his palm gently brushed over the paper, and the other hand holding the pen was dipped in ink, and the light shining in the hand of the palace maid slowly fell a stroke, meandering and wandering, drawing an ink band to the back of the scroll.

On the royal steps, Yang Jian had seen two strange things today, and now he still couldn't help but be curious and walked down, walked across the table with his brother Yang Su, and looked at the painting.

Lu Liangsheng's eyes were focused, and he could faintly see fine beads of sweat on his cheeks and forehead exuding pores, and the pen he was holding was trembling slightly, but it was still waving with his arm, wandering and outlining.

The ink ribbon is embellished, gradually revealing the prototype of the long river, the tip of the pen is slightly raised, hanging the paper and falling to other places, and the pavilion on the top of the mountain is outlined under the paper, and the old pine is independently recruiting branches to welcome the exhibition.

With a turn of the brush, the sketch was quickly embellished, and in the nearby pavilion, the literati and elegant guests waved their fans and laughed, pointing out the blank place under the mountain.

"Standing on the top of the mountain and watching the Weishui flow eastward, a good artistic conception!"

Just painting, Yang Jian saw the artistic conception of this painting at first sight, and when he praised it, it seemed that Lu Liangsheng, who couldn't hear all the sounds, finished painting the strange plants and trees on the mountain, and outlined the blank space on the west side of the scroll.

"This is Chang'an.... ..... over there."

Yang Jian's admiring expression gradually subsided, and he saw some clues in the painting, and his eyes stopped on the east side of the official road with the tip of the pen, and he had already guessed what was going to be drawn there.

The clan brother next to him was sure to fall first.

“..... It's Daxing. ”

The corners of Lu Liangsheng's mouth gradually showed a smile on the long table of calligraphy and painting, the whole person was immersed in the painting, dipped in ink, the tip of the pen wandered again, the green ink outlined the city wall winding, there were flags standing on it, two steps and one post, and the soldiers were majestic and held high.

The streets of the city are lined up with houses and buildings, and on the streets, people are dressed plainly, people come and go, and in the subtleties, you can see the brick and stone paving, the banners of the shops along the street are rolling, and the men carrying teapots wipe the sweat from their foreheads, and they seem to be shouting at the street with their mouths open.

In the open wine shop, the gluttonous man took a bottle of turbid wine from the shopkeeper, and was touching the wine money, in a certain street and alley in the distance, the woman drying her clothes, looked into the alley below, the merchant took a windmill and handed it to the two children gathered around.

......

In the main hall, the lights burn quietly, and in the silence, you can hear the rustling sound.

The brush and ink are swaying, and the blank space at the end of the painting scroll is embellished with the daily life of people who are full of bustle and noise, full of fireworks in the world.

The lamp oil dried up, and when a eunuch came to add oil, the figure of calligraphy and painting on the desk fell to the last stroke.

In front of everyone, there was a long painting of the life of the people from the distant mountains, the city to the streets and alleys, Lu Liangsheng exhaled, put the pen aside the ink inkstone, summoned the palace maid, took the handed wine and poured a sip, and sprayed it on the painting violently.

The wine mist was filled, and the spots fell on the paper, seeping into the painting in the blink of an eye, and Yang Jian and Yang Su, who were also sprayed with wine mist, danced their cuffs and fanned the water vapor room, and saw that the paintings on the table came to life.

"This ....."

The emperor, who had never seen a scene of illusion, had not yet spoken, and suddenly, as if he smelled the fresh air on the mountain, there were birds chirping crisply, and when he turned his gaze, he and the clan brother beside him, the vision suddenly changed the world.

The night is pushed away by the sun, the bright sun is hanging among the clouds, and the pine branches on the cliff side are swaying slightly with the gentle breeze.

Under the feet of the two of them is no longer the cold floor tiles of the main hall, but the soft soil, the cliff in front of them, in the pavilion, there are several literati and elegant guests fanning their fans, commenting on the peach blossoms blooming outside the pavilion.

It was the scene in the corner of the painting that Yang Jian saw before.

"I'm ..... In the painting?"

In a frightened tone, Yang Su on the side was as usual, and said with a smile: "Brother, go over and take a look, maybe Lu Daoyou is in front." ”

As he spoke, he escorted the emperor towards the pavilion.

At this time, the palace was in chaos, and in the main hall, the palace maids and eunuchs rushed out of the palace gate in a panic.

"Woe to you, Your Majesty and the Duke of Yue are locked up in the painting—"

Alone in the picture scroll on the long table, sure enough, there was a figure with a dragon robe and a crown and Yang Su, who was dressed in an official uniform, and walked together.