For a while after that, every time the scholar returned to the study, he would check the piece of paper he hung on the wall, as well as the calligraphy and paintings on the shelves, to see if there was anything missing and if there was anything more.

But three months passed, and the thief never appeared again.

Just when the scholar thought that he would not come again, one night at the end of the third month, the man in white entered his study again.

In the room, Li Si awkwardly grabbed his cheek and looked at the calligraphy and paintings around him, he didn't want to come again, after all, a thief can't just point at one person to steal.

However, when he came back from doing something, he was no longer entangled when he passed by Yanshan Lake. This time he was born and twice cooked, so he came here again.

As for the three paintings and calligraphy he took away last time, because he didn't know whether they were good or bad, he threw them off on the black market, which was already much beyond his expectations, and three pieces of paper could be sold for a hundred taels, is there anything more profitable in this world?

It's a pity that he doesn't know that the person who bought his painting on the other side also thinks so.

Three pieces of Liu Ran's authentic handiwork only sold for a hundred taels, is there anything easier in this world than making money from such a fool?

Of course, no matter what happens later, the painting Li Si has already been sold, and the one hundred taels of silver have been spent in the past three months.

Right now, he was going to borrow three more pieces of paper as a coil to go back to the road.

If the scholar knew that Li Si was so bad at his paintings, he would probably be very angry, but fortunately, he should not know.

Just as Li Si walked to the bookshelf and wanted to pick out a few more paintings, he noticed that there seemed to be an extra piece of paper on the wall, which he had not seen the last time he came.

Through the moonlight, Li Si could see clearly the sentence written on the paper.

This sentence is naturally left by the previous scholars, let Li Si copy the three paintings he specified, if Li Si copied it, the paintings in the study, he let Li Si take them casually.

Taking these three words casually naturally interested Li Si, he immediately began to find the three paintings listed on the paper in the room.

The sixth panel in the left row of four columns, the second panel in the three columns on the right, and the seventh panel in the upper three columns······

Soon Li Si found the three paintings and put them on the table to disassemble.

The level of these three is really much higher than the three he stole before, both the depiction of the details and the general layout are impeccable, even people like Li Si who don't have the slightest ability to appreciate can clearly feel it.

But if it's just copying, it's still hard for him.

In the darkness of the night, the thief in the study grinds the ink, looks intently at the paintings on the table, and thinks about how to start writing.

Maybe he was too focused, so he didn't notice that not far from the window, a scholar was standing there with his hands in his hands, quietly looking at the study, silent.

It may also be that the thief has noticed, but he just hasn't broken it.

It was almost dawn, Li Si finished painting the three paintings, then took the original three, and left through the window.

Shortly after he left, the scholar also walked into the study, and he walked to the table, looked at the painting on the table, and picked up the pen.

He wanted to mark out the wrong place, but he stood with the pen in his hand for a long time, and he couldn't put the pen down.

Because, it's really exactly the same.

Not only the shape, but even the charm in it is like this, the landscape is free, the idle clouds and wild cranes, are all depicted meticulously.

It's like the man knows what he was thinking when he painted it.

There were still some remnants of the barrel of the pen that the man had held before, and the scholar stood half-loudly and laughed to himself.

"Hmph, the drawing is not bad. ”

Interestingly, he seems to have a feeling of meeting a soulmate, although this way of acquaintance is really a little weird, but he is not confined to these people.

Putting down the pen, the scholar took away the painting on the table, spread out a blank sheet of paper again, and polished the ink again.

He was going to draw another picture, a painting that the man couldn't imitate.

Since then, Li Si has been to Yanshan Lake several times from time to time, and at first, most of them were when he was shy and penniless.

He would copy the paintings he assigned according to the scholar's request. Then leave with the original manuscript and go to the black market to exchange it for money, as for how much you can exchange, it all depends on fate.

Later, even though he had nothing to do, he would occasionally go there as if he were visiting a friend's house.

Scholars would always leave new notes on the wall, from just asking Li Si to copy the paintings at first, and then gossiping later.

He once persuaded Li Si not to be a thief anymore, and to be a painter, no matter how he thinks, it is better than his life of coming and going in the wind and rain, and having no meal.

Or, he said that he could introduce Li Si into the palace and become a court painter, which could not only make a name for himself, but also make his works famous in the world.

But on these topics, Li Si did not give a single response.

Because he is not a man suitable for painting, he himself understands this. It's okay to let him copy it, but if he asks him to draw it himself, he probably won't be able to draw anything.

He doesn't have the elegance of a literati, he is just a prodigal son of the rivers and lakes after all, fluttering and shaking, mostly embarrassed, and less elegant.

But he was used to it, so he still felt that it was good to continue floating like this, and there was no need to stop.

Gradually, Li Si and the scholar should have also become acquaintances, although they have not even met each other, but this familiarity is just right, not so much, not so much, not so little.

We won't be strangers, and we won't see each other late.

A pen, a picture, a line of words can enlarge everything they want to say.

Therefore, Li Si often steals calligraphy and paintings.

And when he steals calligraphy and paintings, he will always steal someone.

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Yanshan Lake is not far from where Li Si is now, and he hasn't been there for a long time, and it happens that he has no money, so Li Si is ready to go there.

On the other side, a handsome woman with slightly dark skin also came to the nearby city.

She was holding a book in her hand, and there were three words written on it, called Weapon Book.

There must be a misunderstanding, the book in her hand is naturally not the original, there is only one original weapon book, but its manuscript is all over the rivers and lakes, and you can buy a dozen of them if you find a dealer in the rivers and lakes.

At this time, the woman was holding a manuscript, looking at the contents of one of the pages, and hurried on the road.

The page was fine, but a few larger words could still be seen at a glance.

Jianghu Qimen Weapons Twenty-third, Yanshan Pen, Liu Ran.