If you are a sword learner, you must want to find a swordsmanship, preferably the best in the world, worship under him, and learn the art of swordsmanship.

However, even if you want to learn, others will not accept you.

The painter is a painter who learned to paint, he has been very talented since he was a child, and when he was enlightened, he burned incense and bowed down to the portrait of Saint Wu Daozi.

When he got up, he asked, "Who is he?"

was knocked on a board by the master, and then arched his hand towards the portrait and said, "Paint Saint Wu Daozi." ”

The painter remembered this man in his heart, and it didn't take long to hear that he was dead.

After more than ten years, his father spent a lot of money to let him learn from teachers everywhere, his painting skills are pure, copying other people's paintings, no one can distinguish the real from the fake.

One day, he passed by a beggar and saw that the beggar was covered with a rag, and on the corner of the cloth was a 'flying bird'.

He's stupid, stupid.

He had never seen a painting in this style.

He picked up the rag, and the beggar woke up and scolded, "You can't even rob a beggar of something? ”

The painter was excited and said, "Where did you get this cloth?"

The beggar said, "Where did I come from, it's your business, get out, don't disturb Uncle Ben's sleep." ”

The painter hurriedly took out the silver, and the beggar's attitude immediately changed, and he greeted him with a smile, "Childe, if you like it, just take it, take it." ”

When the painter took the rag, the beggar scolded in his heart, what a fool, a rag, actually exchanged for a tael of silver. Look at his stupidity, if you knew it, you would have ordered more.

The beggar tossed the silver in his hand, "It's still a little less, but it's enough to drink a meal." ”

But the painter went crazy from then on, and he looked at it every day and every night.

Since then, he has rarely painted, and his paintings are like children's graffiti, and he looks at his paintings, sometimes stupid, sometimes laughing, and people say he is crazy.

But he laughs, others can't see through it, can't understand it.

Then, leave your hometown, walk in the rivers and lakes, and wander. Occasionally paint for people, make money, use it for daily expenses, and of course, people are often laughed at for drawing something.

He was not angry, but smiled.

In this way, time flies, and he came to Kaifeng and became a middle-aged gentleman who taught children to paint.

Speaking of which, the painter has lived freely and freely for most of his life.

However, he has always had a wish, I want to go to Dunhuang to see the posthumous works of the painting saint Wu Daozi, speaking of which, there are a few posthumous works of the painting saint Wu Daozi in the world, but they are all collected by the inner courtyard of the palace, princes and nobles, and famous people in the rivers and lakes, but they will not show him.

He has never seen the authentic painting of Saint Wu Daozi, which is the biggest regret of his life, and what he can see is only the mural in Dunhuang for the world to see.

I often hear that the paintings of the saint Wu Daozi can channel the gods and show the saints.

He also wanted to see and see.

......

"Well, it's not too early. ”

"Sit tight, drive!"

The painter got into the carriage and picked up the reins. The handsome pot, the roaring dog, and the little monk got into the carriage. Shuai Guo said in his heart, I didn't see it, the painter is still a person with a story.

Look at the map, calculate the hour, and you will be in a small town in the evening.

Shuai Guo was there looking at the map, instructing the painter how to go.

The whistling dog rolled his eyes, you don't look at the map, you are a road idiot, have you forgotten. You don't remember when you came down from the mountain, you took the map, and how many wrong roads, detours, and blind roads you took.

Shuai Guo is also self-aware, when he really reaches a fork in the road, when he wants to look at the map, he will only say, you see, you take the idea, my eyes are not good.

When it was almost evening, he met an old man carrying firewood on his back, stopped the carriage and asked, "Uncle, how far is it to the town ahead?"

"What?"

The painter said it again aloud.

The old man said, what, what is my name?

The old man had bad ears, and said nothing, and drove away in his carriage, but he had not yet gone a mile.

And in the middle of the road, a great tree fell in the middle of the road.

Sigh......

The painter shouted, "Shuai Guo, the road ahead is blocked, you come down and move the tree in the middle." ”

Shuai Guo looked at the tree, which was thicker than his waist, and said, "It's so thick, how can I move it." ”

"Aren't you a martial artist?"

"People who practice martial arts are not omnipotent, this tree is at least a thousand catties, how can you let me move, I am not a strong man. ”

The painter said, "Look at a child, a dog, and a person with a pen in my hands. Say, "Who shall go and move this tree?" ”

Shuai Guo was speechless, what he said was very reasonable, he stubbornly said, "Look at me." ”

I got out of the carriage, walked to the tree, bent down, put my hands on the tree, and exercised my internal strength.

"Up!"

With a loud shout, the tree did not move.

The painter and the little monk looked at him, and the handsome pot once again operated its internal force, and shouted again, "Get up!"

There was no movement at all, the air was quiet, even a little awkward.

Shuai Guo tried several times in a row, but he gave up completely, "It's too heavy to move." ”

The painter said, "What then?"

You ask me, I ask who goes?

Two of you, you look at me, I look at you.

Shuai Guo said, "It's getting dark, I need to find a few people to help move this tree together." ”

"If you look around, you can't see the village in front of you, and you can't find the store in the back, except for the old man you just met, yes, old man. ”

The carriage turned around, and just in time I saw the old man, carrying firewood on his back, coming over.

"Uncle. ”

"Huh? ”

"Uncle, where is your house, and is there anyone else around here?" said the painter.

The old man put down the firewood, put it in the shape of a trumpet, put it on his ear, and said, "Ah, what do you say? People are old, and their ears are not good, so you can come closer and say." ”

The painter approached, leaned into his ear, and said, "Uncle, there is a tree in front of you blocking the road, and the carriage cannot pass. We're going to find someone and get the tree out of the way. ”

The old man said, "Don't be so loud, I can hear you, you said the tree, I know." ”

"You know?"

The old man nodded and said, "I can move this tree." ”

"You?"

Look at this old man, seventy or eighty, with a waist bent, the old man can't do it, he can move the tree. Shuai Guo is the first to don't believe it, even I, a person who practices martial arts, a young and strong guy, can't move, you old man, can you move?

Shuai Guo said, "Can you, lie to a three-year-old child?"

The painter asked Shuai Guo not to speak, and said to the old man, "You really have a way? Aren't you playing with us?"

The old man laughed, "Why should I play you tricks?" ”

The painter said, "Then trouble you, remove the tree." ”

"It's not impossible to move?" The old man looked at them and said, "Ten taels of silver." ”

Shuai Guo said, "Ten taels? ”

"If you don't want to, forget it, old man, I won't help you with this, it's going to be dark soon, I heard that there are wolves, tigers and leopards at night, you have to be careful." With that, it's time to leave.

The painter shouted, "As long as I can move away, I will pay ten taels." ”

The old man said, "Refreshing!"

The painter and the handsome pot glanced at each other, this old man is not deaf.

The old man seemed to understand what they meant, and said, "My ears are good and bad, sometimes I can hear and sometimes I can't. ”

The old man didn't want firewood, his legs and feet were sharp, and he walked quickly, and when he reached a short distance from the tree, in a bush, he took out ropes and other tools.

I'll go, the painter kind of understands.

The painter said, "This tree will not be you in the middle of the road. ”

"That's right, but there's no reward. ”

This old man is very bad. Shuai Guo said in his heart.

Shuai Guo said, "You are sick, why are you putting the tree in the middle of the road?"

"Earn money, silver for nothing. ”

"You're seventy or eighty years old, half of your body is in the ground, you won't live for a few years, why do you want so much silver?"

"I have a son, I have a grandson, they live in the bazaar, they have to spend silver in everything, I don't care, but I can't be bitter to the child, but I don't have the ability to make money, and I don't want to drag the child down. ”

"I'll go, you're touching porcelain. ”

"Say whatever you want. ”

I saw the old man tie the head of the tree, and after passing the pulley, he tied it to a big stone, and slowly pushed the big stone, and the tree slowly moved, and the road gave way, just enough for a carriage to pass.

The old man came to the carriage and said, "Ten taels of silver." ”

Shuai Guo said, "This old man is so bad that he can't give it." ”

The painter smiled and said, "People have to talk about the rules, and I will give this silver." He took out the money and gave it to the old man.

Shuai Guo was angry, and said, why are you this person's silver, got into the carriage, the carriage drove over, and stopped again.

The painter said, "Lend me your dagger." ”

The painter got out of the carriage, and saw that the old man was making the tree, and was about to put him in the middle, ready to slaughter the next wave, and saw that the painter had returned, and had dropped something.

I saw the painter come over with a smile, put the dagger on his neck, and said, "Robbery! ”

"Nope. ”

The painter said angrily, "Open your eyes and tell nonsense, I just gave you ten taels of silver, you old man, it's very bad." ”

The old man let go and said, "I earned it with my ability, why did you rob it, even if you lose my old life, I won't give you half a pen!"

Shuai Guo was in the carriage, afraid that the painter would not be able to cope with it alone, so he shouted, "Howling Sky Dog, go over and help." ”

The howling dog jumped out of the carriage, rushed over, looked at the old man viciously, and was about to pounce on him.

The old man looked at the black dog, frightened to death, and shouted, "Take it!"

The painter took back his ten taels of silver, happily got into the carriage, and the carriage galloped all the way.

Shuai Guo looked at the painter, "I didn't see it, your hand holding the paintbrush also picked up the knife." ”

Painter, "This old man, very bad, give him a lesson, let him remember it for a long time." ”

"Then why didn't you kill him. ”

Just now, Shuai Guo had an urge to pick up the bamboo chopsticks and pierce the old man's neck, killing him on the spot.

"My hands are drawing, not killing, and if I can't kill people, at most I will intimidate and intimidate. ”

With that, the group finally arrived in the town before the night came.