It was Sai Xizhi who spoke, Shen Xiqiao secretly said, these people are all disciples of Tu Da Lao, right?

"Where did Master Sai call me?" Except for watching him practice calligraphy a few times, he has no contact with him on weekdays, how can this call me, Shen Xiqiao thought about it privately, but he still said so.

"It's not me who called you, it's Miao Hengsheng who called you, just follow me and you'll know. Sai Xizhi was holding a thick brush in his hand, and it was with this brush that he hit the back of Shen Xiqiao's head just now.

Following Sai Xizhi, Shen Xiqiao came to another small mansion.

"How can there be such a quiet place, I have never known. Shen Xiqiao asked.

"This is all thanks to the brothers of the family, and it is they who have stepped up their work in the past few days to have this hospital. Sai Xi replied.

"Oh, no wonder I haven't seen them much in the past few days, it turns out that they are rushing to work in this secluded place. ”

Shen Xiqiao looked at the small courtyard carefully, but saw:

Send the moon shadow in front of the bamboo, and pick up the fairy clouds behind the house. The ring door corridor is connected, and the attic side houses show each other. The old guests are familiar with this scene, and they raise their glasses to know the chess and sit down. The squirrel attracted the rabbit back, and the crow called the swallow to go. Layers of flowers and plants are high and low, reflecting the future.

What a quiet place! Shen Xiqiao secretly congratulated.

When I came to the main house in the inner courtyard, Na Miao Hengsheng was sprinkling a little bit in front of the case, swaying and swaying. Seeing that Sai Xizhi led Shen Xiqiao in, he put down his pen and sleeves and walked forward quickly.

"What a 'law'. Miao Hengsheng said, looking Shen Xiqiao up and down again, "Uh-huh, um-......" He hummed twice. Then he turned around, took out a small ceramic tea pot from the Baibao Pavilion behind him, and then took a lotus bowl, and then soaked water to make tea, and handed it to Shen Xiqiao.

"Come, little brother, there is no elder or young here, let's talk while drinking. "Miao Hengsheng said.

Shen Xiqiao heard it, well, this wonderful master is like this now, but he has never seen it, he has taken a picture before, and he is still arrogant to me, why is it not like before at this time?

"Can you still eat?" Miao Hengsheng asked Shen Xiqiao, who had already raised his glass.

"Good, good tea, emerald green color, rich aroma, the best among the young buds of Longjing. Shen Xiqiao hurriedly responded.

"It's good if you can drink it, you use it slowly first, and I'll come when I go." After Miao Hengsheng finished speaking, he walked out of the door with Na Saixi.

Shen Xiqiao thought to himself, this kind of courtesy is much stronger than those masters in the husband's door, look at the people, no wonder entering the door of calligraphy and painting, it is extraordinary to talk, has its own luxurious atmosphere, and does not have the slightest rudeness.

He held the teacup again, and looked at himself from the inside out, it was:

There is a sunshade door in front of the courtyard, and the back mountain is even more cloudy and towering. When you arrive in the hall, there are calligraphy, paintings, calligraphy, and paintings, and then look at the dark place, and handle it elegantly. The floor tiles are shaky, and the ceiling is bright and self-bowing. Looking for a place to go for incense seems to attract a hundred flowers to compete for beauty; Since the windows are clean, only poetry and wine.

Tasting fragrant tea, looking at the layout, Shen Xiqiao has a sense of being separated from the world, before the master's house is also so elegant, but it is bigger than here, the style is considerable, although it is small here, but it is just right, it is very useful, that is, it is not cramped, and it is not empty, it seems to be arranged casually, but it actually shows the intention of the designer.

Just admiring himself, Miao Hengsheng entered the room, holding a bunch of painting scrolls in his hand.

"Ou, I've been waiting for a long time, I just went to the Saixi House to get these, the house has just been cleaned up, and many things haven't been brought in yet. Miao Hengsheng said.

"Master Miao is a good design, this house is very good, not big or small, although compact and clever, but easy to walk, it is really rare. Shen Xiqiao praised.

"Where, where, it's all the brothers who build the door, I'm just talking about the general feeling. Miao Hengsheng said modestly, "I called you here today mainly to let you see these paintings." ”

As he spoke, Miao Hengsheng put down a pile of painting scrolls, took one out of them, and unfolded it.

As the scroll unfolded, there was a group of large white horses, which were fat and large, with round buttocks, and a reins tied to a tethered horse, and the horses seemed to raise their heads and neigh.

"Little brother, how do you feel when you look at this painting?" Miao Hengsheng waited for Shen Xiqiao to look at it for a while, and said.

"It's a horse!" Shen Xiqiao said.

"No, that's not what it means, I mean, how do you feel when you see this horse?" Miao Hengsheng said in his heart, of course this is a horse, I can't even draw the shape of a horse, what is wonderful.

Listening to what he said, Shen Xiqiao looked at it carefully, and faintly felt that this horse was different, and it seemed to have a posture of not being angry and arrogant.

"This horse is not ordinary, and the owner of this horse is even more unusual!" Shen Xiqiao just opened his mouth.

"Hahaha, very good, very good, thank you! Thank you!" Miao Hengsheng said, "With your words, it seems that painting cows and horses and other things has really passed this hurdle." ”

Shen Xiqiao heard him say it, and thought again, this, how can I have the final say on this, aren't you a master?

"Master Miao, how is your painting, how is it ......" Shen Xiqiao didn't go on. Miao Hengsheng will be satisfied, ignore himself first, and diverge to say: "This is my copy of Han Gan's "Illuminating the Night White Picture", and the horse in the pen, called 'Illuminating the Night White', is the mount of Tang Xuanzong Li Longji. ”

Ou, Ou, Shen Xiqiao heard him say it, thinking that he didn't feel wrong.

Then, Miao Hengsheng rolled up the painting and opened another scroll.

Slowly opened, but saw that it was a woman of the court, dressed gracefully and luxuriously, with a plump body, and was admiring all kinds of scenery.

"Hairpin lady. "Shen Xiqiao has seen this painting, and on the day when the souls are visiting the garden, there is this one among the several paintings on the wall.

"Little brother, how do you feel when you look at this "Hairpin Lady" again?" Miao Hengsheng asked.

This time, Shen Xiqiao didn't say anything, he looked at the picture carefully, um? The characters in this painting are vivid, but he felt it and didn't dare to say it again.

"Little brother, little brother?" Miao Hengsheng urged.

"Master Miao, of course this painting is good, but there is a sentence, I am afraid that I will offend it if I say it. Shen Xiqiao said.

"Hey, but it doesn't hurt to say that. "Miao Hengsheng waited intently.

"This, this painting, it is said that the painting is a painting of dragons and tigers, and it is difficult to paint people, and it is difficult to paint people, hey, I feel that this character has no true feelings!"

"What did you say?!" Miao Hengsheng immediately said in a loud voice when he heard this, "You say it again." ”

"This, this, master, what I'm talking about is my feelings, don't be angry, I mean, yes, there's no true feelings, that's all. Shen Xiqiao almost closed his eyes and said.

"Hahahahaha

"Master Miao, Master Miao, is this good?" said Shen Xiqiao.

"Don't you know, this "Hairpin Lady" shows the heart of the ape, the surface is bright and relaxed, but in fact, there is no intention to visit, the walking dead are just the truth, where is the true feelings!"

"Ou, I see, Master Miao's means are powerful. Shen Xiqiao complimented.

Miao Hengsheng put away this painting again and opened another painting.

This painting depicts a kind old man sitting with his hands clasped and his hands slumped.

"What about this one?"

Shen Xiqiao had never seen this painting, and when he looked at it carefully, he just felt that the old man had a peaceful atmosphere, and there was nothing else.

"I don't feel much, but I have a peaceful aura. Shen Xiqiao replied truthfully.

"Oh. "So what about this one, soon, Miao Hengsheng immediately opened another one.

Shen Xiqiao looked at it again, this one was the same as the previous one, and when he looked carefully, the two paintings were really exactly the same, no different, as if they had been copied with a spell.

But Shen Xiqiao looked at the newly opened one again, and faintly felt that a sound gradually appeared in his ears, "Pranya", "Pranya", the sound became louder and louder, until Shen Xiqiao felt that his ears could not bear it, and hurriedly covered his ears and said: "Put it away quickly, it makes my ears really uncomfortable." ”

Hearing this, Miao Hengsheng was deflated and sat down on the ground, Shen Xiqiao saw him slumped, and immediately squatted down and helped him put away the paintings. As soon as the painting was closed, the strong sound in Shen Xiqiao's ears immediately stopped.

"I ...... I...... It seems that you can only draw some ordinary things, and such characters are really difficult to imitate. Miao Hengsheng said to himself, "Xiqiao, the one just now is my copy, this one is the real work!"

"Ahh Shen Xiqiao said.

"Why can't you distinguish it, don't you just distinguish it?" Miao Hengsheng said, "I am copying according to the original work "Empty Vajra Oak", but so far I have not been able to copy the inside, the picture has an appearance, the picture has an appearance, and the picture has an appearance......

"Then how can such characters copy the inside?" asked Shen Xiqiao.

"You ask me, I ask whom, I want to know. Miao Hengsheng sat paralyzed for a while, suddenly felt like this, a little out of shape, and got busy dusting off his clothes, in fact, the ground can be said to be spotless, but Miao Hengsheng subconsciously moved.

"Come, come, come, little brother. Miao Hengsheng pulled Shen Xiqiao and dragged him to the front of the case. Only then did Shen Xiqiao see clearly that there was a painting to be completed on the case, and it was a mountain.

"This, this is good, I feel that the fog is cloudy, and the smoke is kind, as if a dragon is about to fly out. Shen Xiqiao said.

"Hmph...... Don't worry about that. After speaking, Miao Hengsheng crumpled the paper to be completed and discarded it at will.

"Master Miao, what are you doing?" Shen Xiqiao exclaimed.

"What's the use of finishing, little brother, can you do two strokes?" Miao Hengsheng asked.

"I, I can't make it, I can't do it, I can't do it!" Shen Xiqiao's head shook like a rattle, and his hands swung rapidly.

"Hey, no one can come up, come on, come on, Hugh and then excuse me. Miao Hengsheng asked again and again.

Shen Xiqiao took Miao Hengsheng's brush, licked the ink, held the pen in his right hand, picked up his sleeve with his left hand, drew a circle, dotted two black dots, and dotted the drawing, and let Miao Hengsheng look at it after painting.

"Master Miao, look, this ...... What is this?" asked Shen Xiqiao.

"This, this is?" Miao Hengsheng really couldn't see it for a while, "What is this?"

"This, is this the golden black dog?" Shen Xiqiao said in a humble heart.

"Oh. Miao Hengsheng looked at it, and said in his heart, this is nothing, like a baby's pen. But his face was not revealed, and he scratched his head and said, "Little brother, in this case, let's go to your master Sai's house again?"

Chapter 7: The End of the First Round