For the young painter whose real name is Su Changjing, painting Xu Baichuan into the picture scroll is the one thing he wants to do the most these days, so he has been pestering Xu Baichuan for a long time, and it is as difficult to get rid of it as the kraft candy sold in the hands of the hawker.

But for Xu Baichuan, Su Changjing is not a big trouble.

Not only does he have the usual weird temper of a reader, which is actually nothing, but what is really difficult to accept is that this young painter who can be regarded as a reader also has the same noise as a reader, even if no one accostes him, he can talk to himself all day.

Xu Baichuan has always liked to be quiet, not to mention that with the swordsmanship of many old swordsmen to refer to, he wants to be alone.

But no matter where he went, Su Changjing would follow him closely, staring at the autumn breeze on his waist all the time.

He won't pull out the autumn wind easily, no why, after learning that the autumn wind has a soul, he will always be more careful in his actions.

Unless someone kills, this thing can't be avoided.

He's happy to do it, too.

In a few days, he had read through all the swordsmanship of those old swordsmen.

The doubts in the way of the sword were slightly solved, but the other doubts still fell tightly in my heart.

Every time Su Changjing took out that picture scroll, the autumn wind on his waist would tremble slightly, although it was extremely subtle, but as the owner of this sword, he naturally couldn't escape his perception.

Therefore, he had a great curiosity about Su Changjing, the autumn wind let him stay here, and he blackened his eyes in Qingyuan Guodu, maybe that Mr. Mu Hua knew something, but Xu Baichuan knew that Mr. Mu Hua would not tell him the cause and effect before he went up to the realm of cultivation.

In this case, Su Changjing is a good breakthrough.

This is also the reason why he can tolerate Su Changjing muttering in his ear all day long.

After putting away the last sword technique, Xu Baichuan called Su Changjing, who was biting the pen and drawing plum blossoms on the side, and said calmly: "Tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve, don't you want to go home to visit?"

Su Changjing painted the last plum blossom, wiped the ink on his face, and laughed proudly a few times, before responding: "I'm used to wandering outside, and there is a place like home, and the four seas in the world are home, which is very happy." ”

Xu Baichuan looked at the bitterness that flashed on Su Changjing's face, and he was a little clear.

In this festive season, even the criminals in the heavenly prison have half a day to see their relatives, and most Qingyuan people are thinking of reuniting with their families on Chinese New Year's Eve, and only a few will think of wandering alone.

In fact, he is wandering alone, but he is homeless, or he doesn't dare to go back if he has a home.

Su Changjing is like this, why is he Xu Baichuan?

Thinking about these things, Xu Baichuan couldn't help but feel a little homesick.

In the past, he spent the New Year in Yunzhen, although he lived in poverty, he was also happy to be at ease, and it was not like someone who tried his best to kill him now, but he finally took this step, and he could only continue to go up, and there was no turning back.

Thinking about this, Xu Baichuan was inexplicably a little melancholy.

The wanderer is homesick, how can he resist it.

It's not just him who is homesick, but also Su Changjing.

When Xu Baichuan's words fell in his heart, this young painter who didn't care about anything in the past rarely had a mood.

The world is said to be light for home, but when you really make it, you miss home more and more.

Following his grandfather to travel the world is actually a last resort, even inheriting painting skills is just to make a living, if he can really stay in the prosperous place of Qingyuan Kingdom, how can he still do these things that have been beaten by wind and frost and rain, he has long been like those sons and brothers.

He looked down at the plum blossoms he had drawn, was silent for a while, and then ripped them off.

The shredded paper falls on the snow, which is particularly eye-catching.

Xu Baichuan looked at this scene without showing the slightest look of surprise, and there was still no wave.

In the past few days, he has seen Su Changjing paint many paintings, each painting is a beautiful work, even if it is in the families of those dignitaries, it is also a dazzling façade, but Su Changjing will tear the painting apart every time he finishes painting, and now it seems that the only one that remains intact in his hands is the only picture scroll.

Maybe it's because it's not finished yet, or maybe it's something else.

The human mind is extremely difficult to guess, and that is exactly what it is.

After tearing the painting apart, Su Changjing froze in place for a long time, looking up at the plum tree covered with snow, and had an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

He still wants to see it.

Even though he was not welcome in that place.

Su Changjing turned his head to look at Xu Baichuan, was silent for a moment, and quickly spoke: "I want to go back and have a look." ”

Xu Baichuan nodded and said a good word.

The chaotic voices that had been surrounding his ears were now leaving, and it was naturally excellent that he could be left alone.

Besides, Su Changjing actually doesn't have much to do with him, and it has nothing to do with him whether he goes or stays.

Su Changjing set his eyes on the autumn wind, looked at it carefully for a moment, and sighed: "Can Gongzi Xu go with him?"

Xu Baichuan smiled: "If you want to go back, that's your business, and it can't be related to me." ”

Su Changjing suddenly became sad, he wanted to take Xu Baichuan with him, naturally there was a reason, although that place was his house, and many relatives lived there, he might not be able to welcome him back, and he had no martial arts or no cultivation, maybe he would be kicked out before he even stepped into that house.

But now that the idea has been born in my heart, and it is getting deeper and deeper, I have to find a way to go in and take a look.

And Xu Baichuan standing in front of him is the best way.

In fact, Su Changjing can go to find Mr. Mu Hua and ask for personal favors, which is just a trivial matter for Mr. Mu Hua, who is the prince's master, at least in his opinion, it is a trivial matter, but he and Mr. Mu Hua are a one-sided relationship after all, and it is not appropriate to find his own family after being affectionate.

has been in the rivers and lakes since he was a child, and his grasp of people's hearts is naturally not bad.

Su Changjing pleaded again: "Can Gongzi Xu go with him?"

Although the words are the same, the meaning is already different.

What used to be a plea is now a plea.

Xu Baichuan glanced at him and threw out a seemingly unrelated question: "Are you for the tablet in the box?"

When he put the scroll in, he saw not only pen and ink, but also a tablet carved from jujube wood, on which six large characters were clearly engraved.

Grandfather Sumu's position!

Now that I heard Su Changjing's words, the situation suddenly became clear.

In this world, the world believes that people have souls, and after the death of their elders, they will turn into ancestral spirits to protect the family home, and as children and grandchildren, they will also worship ancestral souls with incense.

And if the elders die in a different place, then no matter what, the tablet must be put into the ancestral hall to be enshrined to comfort the souls in the sky.

He had heard a lot of this kind of thing in Yizhuang, and he had seen a lot in Yunzhen.

It's not so unusual.

Fallen leaves return to the roots, exactly.

When the words fell, Su Changjing's eyes suddenly widened, his face was full of shock, his thoughts were indeed so, relying on this sword cultivator's ability, maybe he could really send his grandfather's tablet into the ancestral hall, and he could come out unharmed.

Xu Baichuan said calmly: "It just so happens that I have nothing to do, so it's okay to walk with you." ”

Su Changjing was overjoyed when he heard this, and he couldn't help but dance, accompanied by Xu Baichuan, this matter was already secure.

Xu Baichuan also had some smiles on his face at this time, and said softly: "Since you have made up your mind to go, then change this dress, you have been wearing this dress since you met, and those who know the inside story also know that it is white clothes, if you change it to an unsympathetic one, you think that it is black, and you can wear a Confucian robe to such a point, you are indeed a little interesting." ”

Su Changjing touched his nose a little embarrassed, his old face was slightly red, he was really not good like this, his body was full of black ink, and his hair had not been washed for a long time, and even if he took a basin and put it on the street now, maybe someone would throw money into it.

He nodded vigorously, picked up the box and found an inn and walked in, explaining that it took a long time to prove that he was not a beggar.

It's just that now he is like this, and he is indeed very similar.

He used to be unkempt and exquisite, but when the ink stained his clothes, he felt that he simply let it be, so he became a beggar.

In fact, there is another set of clothes in his box, which was worn by his grandfather during his lifetime, with a dragon and a crane tattooed on it, which is very precious, and it is said that it was rewarded to his grandfather by the previous Qingyuan Emperor, he actually didn't believe it a little, if this is really the case, how could he be driven out of Qingyuan by relying on this grace?

While thinking about these things in a trance, I washed up, and when I put on the clothes, it was as if I had changed into a different person.

Su Changjing is definitely not bad, and he is even a little handsome, but the literati atmosphere on his body makes him look quite feminine, and there must be some interesting dignitaries and nobles who are interested in him when he cleans up.

Therefore, when he put on the clothes left by his grandfather and walked out of the inn, everyone in the inn was already shocked, this is still the kind of beggar who just entered, it is clearly a rich son.

When a few women who walked the rivers and lakes saw Su Changjing's appearance, their hearts were immediately moved, and a pair of eyes stared at him tightly, and the water waves filled with it were about to drip out.

I couldn't sit still for a while, and I felt that there was a needle prick in my buttocks.

Even if there are fellow knights on the side to dissuade them, it is useless.

After drinking a bowl of wine, with the smell of wine pouring into their hearts, the heroines just got up and wanted to come over, but they stopped in place and didn't dare to move.

They saw Xu Baichuan and the autumn wind on his waist.

Being able to match swords in Qingyuan Kingdom, where it is strictly forbidden for people in the rivers and lakes to match swords, is not ordinary no matter how you look at it, and it may even be a legendary monk, how to go up and talk.

Su Changjing stuck his wet hair in a hosta, still holding the wooden box in his hand, and when he saw Xu Baichuan coming over, he gave a solemn salute.

Xu Baichuan looked at Su Changjing, who had changed greatly, and sighed: "When I was reading before, I once read a sage's words, which is called Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world. Now it seems that this sentence was made for you. ”

When he saw those heroines in his eyes, he couldn't help but marvel, so this sentence was completely inspired by feelings.

This is no more than the calamity to the country and the people.

Hearing this praise, Su Changjing rubbed his face, and was a little embarrassed: "Xu Gongzi is too praised, in Xiaosheng's opinion, you are the son." ”

The words seem to be sincere, but his sycophants are really not at home, and these words sound extremely awkward.

Xu Baichuan said with a smile: "But in my opinion, this is not the case, you see the few women next to you who are not eyeing you, they are very fond of you." ”

Su Changjing coughed, turned around and glanced at the women, and suddenly felt a lot of excitement, and even his head was much clearer.

These women are indeed a little sloppy, no wonder they come out to roam the rivers and lakes, and no wonder the male chivalrous guests can't pull them.

"It's just ...... Female King Kong. ”

Su Changjing pulled the corners of his mouth and said truthfully.

The next thing is not new, but there is always some fun, the most exciting thing is that those women still can't bear the beauty and come to Su Changjing, and Su Changjing is just a weak painter, where can he resist the heroine of the big man, so he can also look at Xu Baichuan as if he is asking for help.

Xu Baichuan looked at him with a funny look and didn't make a move.

In the end, they are all young people, who like to play and love fun

waited until Su Changjing couldn't resist it, and Xu Baichuan went up to help.

I didn't see him move much, just took a light step.

An invisible wave of qi began to emanate from him, setting off a storm in an instant, blowing the strong women to the ground.

Originally, she should have fought next, but after seeing the autumn wind, the woman could only admit it.

They can't resist the sword cultivation, and if they encounter it, they can only kill themselves.

Su Changjing tidied up the disturbed clothes, and complained a little: "Why didn't Gongzi Xu make a move earlier, he could save some time......

Xu Baichuan looked at Su Changjing with a smile, and a faint edge suddenly appeared.

Feeling this edge, Su Changjing closed his mouth very wisely, and a smile reappeared on his face.

Those heroines can't make a move in Xu Baichuan's hands, and he doesn't necessarily have to be able to do it.

Xu Baichuan withdrew the sword qi, the coercion dispersed, and looked at the shocked appearance of all the people present, and there was an inexplicable sense of pride in his heart.

It turns out that after practicing, it will be so unusual.

Xu Baichuan said lightly: "Since the clothes have been changed and the clothes have been freshened up, it is not early now, so lead the way." ”

This statement is justified and deserved.

He is not familiar with Qingyuan Kingdom, not to mention that he doesn't know where he is going next, so it is logical for people to lead the way.

Su Changjing changed the wooden box with another hand, and while shaking his sore arm, he thought about how to enter the ancestral hall after the next conflict, it would be impossible to fight all the way, in that case, even if the tablet was placed in the ancestral hall, it would definitely be discarded, and what he wanted was logical.

The place the two of them are looking for is actually not far away, in a sense, it is very close, because the street that the two of them are walking on now belongs to that place.

To be able to have such a long street in Qingyuan Kingdom, where every inch of land is valuable, must be a family standing at the top.

After walking some more roads, I saw a magnificent mansion in the distance, and the door covered with nails was carved with exotic beasts, and even a dragon carved in the center.

This is very unusual.

Emperor Qingyuan thought that he was the reincarnation of the real dragon, so he issued an edict that except for the people in the royal family, the rest could not carve dragons, even if the merit was great, they could only carve phoenixes.

And it just so happens that not only at the gate, but also everywhere in the mansion is covered with dragon stone carvings.

Xu Baichuan frowned slightly, his steps slowed down, he could swear that he would escort Su Changjing before, but he just felt that he was just an ordinary person, but when he saw this huge mansion and the rare beasts carved on it, he felt that he was still taking it for granted.

But now that the matter has been promised, there is no way to go back.

It's a big deal to reason with them.

A short walk away, you are already close to the mansion, and the plaque on it is clearly visible.

Sioux House!

stopped in front of the door, and Xu Baichuan didn't move again.

The next thing is to be negotiated by Su Changjing, if you can talk about it, then you can talk about it, if you can't talk about it, then he should go up.

Su Changjing snapped the knocker and made a clanging sound, which was very clear.

After that, he stood quietly in front of the door and waited.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the side door to open suddenly, and a middle-aged man in a flying snake robe walked out indifferently, looked around for a moment, and when he saw Su Changjing, he was obviously stunned, looked carefully at his eyebrows and clothes, and after a long time, he found this person from his memory, and asked uncertainly: "Third young master, are you back?"

When the third young master heard this sentence in his ears, Su Changjing suddenly felt a lot, the last time he heard this sentence was fourteen years ago, and now that he has re-entered his ears, it is difficult to tell what it tastes like.

Looking at the man with a puzzled face, Su Changjing nodded and didn't say much.

The middle-aged man sighed and said in a tangled manner: "Third Young Master, we shouldn't have intervened in the grievances of your lord's family, but since you have already left, you don't have to come back, the old man will definitely be furious when he sees you, and he will even hurt his hand, listen to my advice, it's still too late to leave, I'll help you hide it from the master's side." ”

Su Changjing said calmly: "Uncle Su, my grandfather is dead, and I will send him back to the ancestral hall." ”

The middle-aged man named Su Bo was suddenly startled, the temperament he had cultivated over the years was gone, he opened his mouth but he couldn't speak, and after a long while, he said tremblingly: "Ancestor Su Mu?

Su Changjing's eyes showed sadness, and he said softly: "This is also the reason why I came here, the fallen leaves return to the roots, and it is impossible to leave my grandfather in a different place." ”

Su Bo was silent for a long time before he spoke in a hoarse voice: "I'll go and report to the master." ”

Su Changjing nodded and watched Su Bo turn around and leave.

And he carried the box in his hand.

Soon after, the door in front of him suddenly opened, and a group of servants dressed in brocade robe rushed out in a formation, and then knelt on the ground and bowed three times.

The mouth recited to welcome the ancestor of Su Mu.

And at this time, the belated old man arrived with a large family.

This one got off the horse and did it magnificently.

It is worthy of being a relative of the emperor.

Su Changjing looked at all this, the corners of his mouth hooked up a faint arc, and said calmly: "Uncle, but I haven't seen you for a long time, I don't know if you have slept peacefully these years, and there are evil ghosts asking for souls at night?"