"See?" The old man didn't show the book to Zhan Caixian, but asked Ren Baqian.

"Thank you. "Ren Baqian happens to be interested in the little yellow text of this world, and there is no reason to refuse.

The old man saw that he agreed happily, and his old face smiled like a chrysanthemum: "He is a good person, much more sincere than those who obviously want it in their hearts, but they say they don't want it." ”

The people around you twitched their faces, and the one who watched Xiao Huangwen with you was a good person?

Ren Baqian happily took the book and said very politely: "Thank you for sharing." ”

The old man smiled even more happily, and praised: "The little guy is good, discerning, and polite." ”

Others don't understand, but Ren Baqian does.

This kind of thing can only be understood by people like him.

Take a look at the major forums on the Internet, there are trolls everywhere, and any word will be sprayed with blood, and everyone is full of anger. Only 1024 netizens are all "Thank you for sharing, the landlord is a good person, a good person has a safe life......", and there is almost no anger.

So, everyone is a good person.

"Then I'll take it first, and I'll pay you back later." Ren Baqian gestured with the book in his hand.

"If you like it, you can not return it, and I will have the opportunity to return a new one in the future. The sword is given to the hero, and the pink is given to the beauty!"

But Ren Baqian always felt that it was not right.

The sword is given to the hero, the pink is given to the beauty, and the little yellow text is given to the ......

Ren Baqian felt that he couldn't think about it, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was scolding himself, but the old man smiled as if a chrysanthemum was blooming, and gave himself a little yellow book, why can't he let Lin Qiaole scratch his face?

Arching his hand towards the old man, Ren Baqian was speechless and held the book in his arms.

"What's in the book? I'll see, why can't women read it?" Lin Qiaole leaned over with a curious expression.

"You'll know in another fifty years!" Ren said. After thinking about it, although Lin Qiaole is okay for a long time, he may not be able to get married, maybe it will take another hundred years.

When I entered the village, I could see old people basking in the sun and watering flowers in the yard from time to time, no different from the old ladies in the village.

I finally saw a man who was setting up a table in the courtyard and carrying a pen to paint, squatting on a horse, with the forearm of one hand in a parallel line with the table, and the brush in his hand sketched a stroke on the drawing paper from time to time.

This person's every move looks very imposing, making Ren Baqian finally feel that he still has a little master's demeanor.

After all, the people here are all the older generation who survived the war, and these masters are not all mud legs, and it is not surprising that there are some who are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"Grandpa the village chief, what are you drawing?" Zhan Caixian jumped into the courtyard with firewood in twos and threes.

"Draw the mountain!" said the old man without raising his head.

Zhan Caixian craned his neck and glanced at the drawing paper, then turned his head to look at the nearby mountains, and said suspiciously: "This mountain is a little fatter!"

"So majestic!"

"Shorter?"

"This is accumulating momentum, and one day it can break the sky!"

"This is obviously a mountain bag, right?"

"This is called looking at the mountain is not a mountain, and the girl has a lot to talk about. The old man said angrily.

Although Ren Baqian didn't see what the old man drew, he also understood that he could paint the peaks that pierced the sky like a mountain bag, and this was not an ordinary person.

I just felt that this person had a demeanor, and he was a soul painter for a long time.

While thinking, he added: "Soul painter!"

The old man's ears were sharp, and when he heard this, his eyes lit up, and he laughed: "This little guy is a knowledgeable person. The most important thing in painting is the soul, the meaning, not the form. Come on, come on, the little guy will come and see, the old man's paintings can only be seen by those who have a vision. ”

"This old man is a god wheel, a little weaker than me. Lin Qiaole added on the side at the right time, stretched out his hand and gestured, one hand to the sky and the other to the ground.

Ren Baqian thinks the meaning is probably the gap between heaven and earth. But when you say weaker, what do you mean?

"The little girl has such a big breath. The old man almost laughed at her movements.

"Today, the old man is not in harmony with the general knowledge, and the little one comes to see my paintings. The old man looked at her carefully, and then beckoned Ren Baqian, finding someone who could appreciate his paintings was much more important than fighting with others.

"Excuse me. ”

After Ren Baqian finished speaking, he walked to the table with his hands behind his back and took a look, his face was very strange.

You're a mountain bag.

You are obviously a steamed bun, and there is another side outline of a steamed bun behind the steamed bun.

There is also a small stone painted on the steamed bun.

"How?" said the old man, with a complacent expression.

"Look horizontally at the mountains and erect into peaks!" Ren Baqian immediately popped up this poem in his mind, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a peak from a certain angle.

"Well, that's right!" the old man burst out laughing at the poem. "This poem is paired with my painting, which is exactly the right mood. ”

"Is there a next sentence?"

"There are different levels of distance and height!"

"Yes, yes!" the old man laughed and inscribed the two verses.

Ren Baqian felt that what the ancients said was not wrong at all, hooligans are not terrible, but they are afraid that hooligans are educated!

The man in front of him is not only a literate hooligan, but also a god-level literate hooligan.

The little girl next to her passively looked at a painting of "Horizontal Ridge Vertical Peak", and carefully studied the ridge and peak seen in this painting!

The old man then put the paintbrush aside, saw that Zhan Caixian was still holding firewood on the side, and said, "Why don't you send the firewood to Hu Qinghua?"

"Oh!" Zhan Caixian nodded hurriedly, and said to Ren Baqian seriously: "Your poems are really good." Then he ran outside with the firewood.

The old man stretched out his hand and rubbed two handfuls on his body, then he looked up at Ren Baqian and asked, "The little guy is my Taoist person, not bad! What does Ye Sanbo have to do with you?"

Ren Baqian's brain began to spin when he heard this, this old man knows the person surnamed Ye in Yunguo? That is at least a character from seventy years ago, if he lives until now, I am afraid that he is also a master.

However, I haven't heard that there is such a character in Qingfeng City before.

So the two possibilities, either the masters of the older generation, or the ancestors of the city lord of Qingfeng, have long been hung up now.

Or this old man is telling himself, there are often such episodes on TV, if he climbs up the pole and says that it is the ancestor, the old man immediately laughs three times, and then slaps himself to death.

After thinking about it, Ren Baqian said: "I've never heard of this person, I don't know where my predecessors met?"

The old man was silent for a moment before he sighed: "Is that so? I thought I had seen the old man." Time is flying, things are not people!"

"Come in and talk. The old man waved his hand, and his mood was much lower.

Ren Baqian felt that he might be overthinking, but there was nothing wrong with being careful. After all, he is now in the heart of the enemy.

If it succeeds, it will be twice the result with half the effort to calm this heavenly land in the future.

If someone finds out, I'm afraid I'll be hunted down.

This old man is a divine wheel, and I don't know if there is a divine wheel in the village. If there are more, coupled with a large number of veteran masters of the earth wheel, Lin Qiaole may not be able to escape if he wants to escape with himself.