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The son of the turbidity world stiffened in place, and said in a trembling voice: "I...... I don't want it. ”

The man in the green shirt took a step forward, and his deep face like a crown of jade was threatening, and he said coldly: "Don't? Then why did you let people take it just now?"

"I ...... I ......"

The man in the green shirt said in a colder voice: "What are you?"

The turbid prince was covered in cold sweat, and said in a trembling voice: "I... I'll just buy it. ”

The man in the green shirt stepped forward to help him up, and said with a free smile: "That's right, everything comes first, sincerity comes first, do you say?"

His smile was so sincere that there was no pretentiousness in it.

The son of the turbid world nodded tremblingly: "Yes... Yes!"

The man in the green shirt turned around, smiled at the corner of his lips, and waved at the old man at the art stall.

The old man at the stall nodded and thanked, "Thank you." ”

The old man continued, "But I don't want to spoil the paintings. ”

Hearing the old man say this, the eyes of the turbid prince suddenly lit up, and then fled with the subordinates behind him as if they had been pardoned.

The man in the green shirt smiled: "Is it okay for me to buy one?"

The old man said, "I'll give you one." ”

The man in the green shirt did not refuse, and thanked: "Then thank you sir." ”

In the end, he chose a picture of the man crossing the river.

Because he felt as lonely as the captain in this painting.

After thanking the old man at the painting stall, the man in the green shirt walked straight towards Xiao Che and said with a smile: "Brother Tai, is it okay to borrow a bowl of wine to drink?"

Xiao Che pushed out the wine jar next to him: "Of course you can." ”

"Thank you. ”

In the middle of his words, the man in the green shirt directly picked up the wine jar and swallowed a few big mouthfuls.

Not far away, Xiao Ermu stood in place, his hand holding a brand-new wine bowl frozen in the air.

After drinking, the good-looking palm of the man in the green shirt waved slightly, and the white jade flute flashed out, playing with the white jade flute in his hand, he turned to leave.

Xiao Che looked at his back: "Can Brother Tai leave his name?"

The man in the green shirt looked back and smiled, "Changqing." ”

......

Twilight slowly picked up.

Then.

The moon shines like water.

There was a light on the painting stall, and after a long time, the old man finally finished painting.

Then he walked towards the noodle stall.

The little two seemed to have calculated the time, and happened to come over with a bowl of steaming noodle soup, ready to be placed in the position where the old man often sits.

The old man suddenly said, "Put it here." ”

As he spoke, the old man sat down beside Xiao Che.

Of course, he knew in his heart Xiao Che's existence, for such a long time, even if they had never said a word, the invisible feelings had gradually condensed.

The old man buried his head in eating noodles, glanced at Xiao Che, and asked, "Do you like painting?"

Xiao Che smiled awkwardly: "I don't like it." ”

He replied sincerely.

Far from being surprised, the old man showed a smile on his face: "Although this answer is very unsatisfactory to me, at least you are very honest and sincere. ”

Xiao Che smiled, took a new cup, and poured wine for the old man.

The old man refused, "I don't drink." ”

Xiao Che was a little stunned, and there was an incredible look on his face, as if he thought it was a strange thing for people not to drink.

The old man thought for a moment and said, "I seem to remember that I used to like to drink very much, but at that time, I didn't like painting so much. ”

People who are willing to give up one thing they like to do and concentrate on another thing are the most respectable.

......

It's a cramped wooden house.

The moonlight like water fills the wooden house through the screen window.

There was only a bed, a table, and a few wooden stools, and all that was left was painting utensils.

There weren't many things, so even though the hut was small, it was a little empty.

The old man at the stall smiled: "I'm a bad old man who spends all day with brushes and scrolls, and my paintings can't be sold, so don't be surprised that there are four walls." ”

Xiao Che shook his head with a smile and said, "No." ”

As he spoke, he sat down on a wooden bench.

The old man suddenly thought of something and said, "By the way, I don't know what your name is?"

Xiao Che got up and snorted: "The kid's name is Xiao Che." ”

Xiao Che—the old man repeated in a low voice, and then smiled, "I wrote it down." ”

Then, the old man laughed at himself: "As for me, I have forgotten my name a long time ago, you can call me anything." ”

Xiao Che waved his hand again and again: "Where did the seniors speak, wouldn't that be rude?"

The old man smiled, "It's okay." With a roll of his eyes, the old man suddenly said, "That's it, I don't read much, and I only know how to draw, why don't you give me a name?"

Xiao Che politely refused: "This is too disrespectful. ”

The old man patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "I don't mind, what do you mind?"

Unable to resist the old man's several requests, Xiao Che began to ponder.

He looked around, and suddenly fell on the bright moon and stars in the sky through the screen window.

Xiao Che's eyes lit up, and he looked at the old man at the painting stall and said, "Senior, how about 'Dianyue'?"

Point the moon, draw the moon - the old man repeated it again, and said with a long smile: "Good name." ”

......

The moonlight of the winter night dotted Xiao Che's body like fine powder.

At this moment, he was on his way back to his study.

Along the way, there are many worries.

He was wondering, could the old man of the painting stall be Luo Danqing, the king of Luo, who had been missing for nearly thirteen years?

It is precisely because of such doubts in his heart that Xiao Che named the old man of the painting stall 'Dianyue', the point in Danzhong, and the moon in Qingzhong, which is 'Dianyue'.

If he is really Luo Danqing, then why did he fall to this?

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The day before the end of the year.

The sky is white.

Nanxi study is very lively, the mighty crowd is bustling, at this moment there is a black-clothed figure appeared, he is wearing a hat, high cheekbones, ordinary appearance, wearing a black robe, moving with the wind.

He had long hair as black as ink, and the swirling snowflakes struggled between his hair, trying to fly away with the wind.

In the tide of the crowd, he walked slowly and steadily into the study.

From time to time, someone's gaze fell on him, and from a long distance, he seemed to be able to feel the strange and terrifying power exuded from him, very much like the feeling of deliberately restraining the killing intent.

With just one glance, anyone can perceive his extraordinary.

The black-robed figure quickly walked into the depths of the study.

"Who is Your Excellency?" someone asked coldly.

The black-robed figure didn't pay attention to it, and still walked forward, and on its body, the killing intent that was deliberately restrained gradually became stronger.

"Stop! The holy place of the study does not allow outsiders to trespass!" the crowd hugged him, with a scow between his eyebrows.

The black-robed man remained unmoved, and walked straight.

On his face, the ice is pressing, and on his body, the evil breath is imminent.

In just a moment, everyone around them instantly froze in place like rocks, and their blood seemed to be frozen, and they watched the black-robed man walk past them.

"Sneer......" Sharp and piercing sounds suddenly sounded in the space, and an invisible power seemed to envelop this void.

After a while, the long figure of the black-robed man finally stagnated, his long body was jade, and between the pitch-black robes, a miserable white palm poked out, and gently arched the eaves, revealing a pair of gray-white pupils that seemed to be enveloped with a hazy film, and said lightly:

"Nameless scattered cultivator Qiu Nanzhi, come here to ask for some false name. ”

Then, he calmly waved it politely and politely: "I hope that the study will be completed." ”

His appearance shocked everyone present like a god, and he was proudly independent, looking at the world with eyes as deep as stars.

Everyone's expressions instantly turned cold, and their eyes turned into sharp swords and shot towards the black-robed man.

Suddenly, someone shouted: "Come here to ask for a false name, what are you doing as a study?!"

Qiu Nanzhi said lightly: "So, I'll just wait here, waiting for you to throw me out." ”

His voice was not high, and it was very slow, but when he said it word by word, it suppressed all the angry shouts of everyone around him, and it was extremely heavy in his ears.

The corners of his mouth gradually revealed an unpredictable smile.

"Snort!" one of the people in the crowd slammed out the long sword he wore at his waist, and shot towards Qiu Nan's storm in an instant.

The sword light is terrifying, fast and strange.

Qiu Nanzhi's rock-like figure didn't move, and at the moment before that sword light was about to descend, his long figure suddenly turned into an afterimage, and then, a pitch-black dagger appeared in his white palm at some point.

With a wave of the robe, a bead of blood like red agate splattered out.

Qiu Nanzhi's pale hands were stained with bleak blood.

At this moment, no one could see clearly how Qiu Nanzhi made the knife, as if as long as his hand moved slightly, the beginning was the end.

"Let's go find Xi Fan. ”

In the voice of indifference, Qiu Nanzhi's hand was buried under the pitch-black robe again, if it wasn't for the knife, he didn't like to expose one of his hands to the outside, because he was a killer, a natural killer.

Qiu Nanzhi slowly lowered his head and closed his eyes.

Then, the space is as quiet as a tomb, and the falling needles can be heard.

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