The sky was covered with dark clouds, and suddenly there was a rain of ice. Unknowingly, he stayed in Yanlin City for two days, and in these two days, Lin Sanchuan could find some strange things every day, just like someone in the west of the city had a martial arts competition, and someone died, and the man he met in Yanlin City the day before was beaten again......

Wang Zi'an is the most chic, that person is generous, good at making friends, and within two days, he will be one with the students upstairs.

Dong Ping is the most boring, he only likes to walk on the street, from east to west, and from west to east, as if he has walked a hundred times, and he is not annoyed.

Dong Ping was standing in front of the window watching the rain, and Lin Sanchuan, who was half-wet, pushed the door and walked in, "Childe, the umbrella has been bought." ”

"Put it down. ”

"Childe, you don't even know what I saw today. ”

Dong Ping sighed and said, "That man was beaten again." ”

Lin Sanchuan's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "Childe is really like a god!"

"Heh, it's this sentence every day you come back, you can guess it without thinking about it. Dong Ping was a little helpless, and Dong Ping also learned a little about the man's origin from other people's chats. That person's name was Xiao Shanming, and his father was Xiao Qige, the former king of the Southern Courtyard of the Liao State. When Xiao Qige was the king of the Southern Courtyard, he was extremely hated by the Song people, just because Xiao Qige acted brutally and did a lot of slaughtering and killing in the war with the Song.

However, in a big battle in the Liao and Song dynasties a few years ago, Xiao Qige lost a lot. That Xiao Qige lost the battle, and he had to lose, and when he was about to flee on the battlefield, he was beheaded by Dou Wei, the generalissimo of the Song Dynasty at that time. At this point, Xiao Qige has become a shame for the Liao State. It is not surprising that his son is now angry on both sides.

Lin Sanchuan wiped his face and came to the window and exclaimed again: "Wow! There is a duel again!"

I saw that on a roof in front of me, a Dongying ronin with a knife was confronting a green-shirted swordsman.

"The two of them have been facing each other for half an hour. ”

"This person is interesting, and the fights are all for a while. Lin Sanchuan said with a smile.

Dong Ping said: "They are looking for their own flaws. ”

"Then the boy will see who will win. ”

"Whoever moves first wins. ”

As soon as the words fell, the sword of the Dongying samurai moved. Before everyone could see his shot, the long knife was already in its sheath. The blood that spurted from the throat of the green-shirted swordsman mixed with the ice and rain in the sky, and fell down.

"What a fast sword!" Lin Sanchuan had extremely strong eyesight, and he could see the moves of the Dongying warrior clearly, so he was even more amazed. In just the blink of an eye, the knife in the hand of the Dongying warrior changed into thirteen moves, and the knife was deadly.

At this moment, Dong Ping had already left the guest room with an umbrella, and Lin Sanchuan sighed: "What a fast body." ”

Dong Ping came to Luyue Academy with an umbrella, Luyue Academy is the most extensive building complex in Yanlin City, and even the imperial palace is inferior by three points.

The architectural style of the world-famous Luyue Academy has a slight simplicity of the south of the Yangtze River, and there is not even the word Luyue written on the ordinary courtyard gate.

The fireworks of the ten thousand houses rose, and the green bricks and white tiles of ten miles were all covered in the ice and rain. No matter how thick it is, it will inevitably make people feel a little cool.

Dong Ping stood quietly with an umbrella, and there were not many pedestrians in front of Luyue Academy. If you remember correctly, today is the exam day of the Academy of Painting and Calligraphy.

"Childe, it's cold outside, why don't you go upstairs and sit upstairs. The view from upstairs is excellent, and the exams in this Luyue Academy can also be seen at a glance. The silver bell-like voice attracted Dong Ping's attention, and it was a girl in an emerald green jacket in the fourteenth or fifteenth year.

There is a building in the south of Luyue Academy, which is famous.

"That's very good. Dong Ping said softly.

"Today's son is also a good time, on weekdays, the good weather on Wangyue Tower costs ten taels of silver, and if it rains today, I will collect five taels of son. The little girl said.

Dong Ping grinned and said, "It's so reasonable to ask for money, I like you a lot." ”

"If you like me, then you can't give less money. The girl pouted.

Dong Ping said: "Give it, give it to you." My son happened to take five taels of silver today, if you ask for more, then I won't be able to give it to you. ”

Dong Ping knew in his heart that this little girl was a liar, but it was not a good thing to be deceived by a lovely girl. Wangyue Tower was built at the expense of the first president of Luyue Academy, and no one needs money to go up. This little girl killed the guest and killed Dong Ping, I don't know if she was unlucky or lucky.

As soon as Dong Ping stepped on the Wangyue Tower, the little girl ran away. Dong Ping smiled slightly, thinking in his heart, I don't know which unlucky guy is going to be fooled.

On the upper floor of Wangyue, seventy or eighty percent of the people sitting are women. It's not surprising that the people who come to the exam today are all talented people, and talented people have been here to match beautiful women since ancient times.

As soon as Dong Ping came up, most of the women's eyes were attracted by him. An oil-paper umbrella, dressed in white, and a handsome face. People like Dong Ping will shine wherever they go.

They were looking at Dong Ping, and Dong Ping was also looking back at them. Among the group of women was a woman of particularly elegant temperament, and that woman was wearing a white fox fur cloak and a white robe inside. She has a beautiful face, but her makeup is extraordinarily gorgeous, and her flaming lip makeup is something that ordinary women can't control.

In Dong Ping's opinion, even if this woman is wearing coarse linen clothes, her inner temperament cannot be changed. Or that she doesn't wear clothes, and of course, all women who don't wear clothes, are worthy of appreciation.

Suddenly, the women upstairs all screamed, and the elegant woman's face was also happy. Dong Pingxiang also looked down, and saw a row of candidates and several teachers standing in Luyue Academy. At this time, a young man with an angry face walked out.

A woman exclaimed: "Shangguan Gongzi is inevitably too chic." ”

Dong Ping was stunned for a moment, but he didn't see the slightest chic from that person.

The Shangguan Gongzi first visited several large jars in front of him in turn, and then he took a pair of scrolls from his entourage.

"Paint. Dong Ping muttered to himself.

In the courtyard, the attendant held a pen and said to Shangguan Gongzi: "According to Gongzi's instructions, I found the pen that the old man painted when he was young." ”

Shangguan Gongzi nodded slightly, and then took the pen.

I saw that the moment Shangguan Gongzi took the pen, the momentum on his body suddenly became fierce, as if what he was holding in his hand at this moment was not a pen, but an extremely sharp sword.

"Whoa!"

The scroll was thrown into the air by Shangguan Gongzi in a flash, and when the scroll was unfurled, it turned out to be a giant rice paper that was three feet long.

Shangguan Gongzi also moved, and he held a pen to move back and forth between the jar and the rice paper. Its posture is elegant, like a wild dance.

"Chic. Dong Ping said.

It only took a moment for the rice paper to fall to the ground.

Shangguan Gongzi also saved his pen and closed the momentum.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the painting on the ground, which was a majestic landscape picture.

Dong Ping was also stunned, this Shangguan Gongzi's talent really shocked him. It is not easy to make a superb giant painting in a moment, but the mountains and rivers of the painting, coupled with the wind and rain at this time, the artistic conception is even more wonderful.

"Wind and rain!" Dong Ping couldn't help blurting out.

This sentence happened to be heard by the elegant woman, she looked at Dong Ping and said, "Childe also knows how to paint?"

"I understand. ”

The woman smiled presumptuously after hearing this, her red lips and teeth, and Dong Ping was dazzled. This woman is like a sun in the rain.

The woman walked over, she leaned on the railing, looked at Shangguan Gongzi below gently, and said, "That's my brother." ”

Dong Ping frowned and shook his head, without words.

The woman's face was a little charming, and she asked with a smile, "What, isn't it like that?"

"No, I'm wondering what kind of parents can give birth to such wonderful brothers and sisters as you. Dong Ping said.

The woman smiled again: "yes, I'm thinking about it too." ”

Dong Ping was very happy, he was thinking about how long he hadn't seen such a delicate and unpretentious woman, and this woman was still so beautiful.

The woman said, "You just said that you know how to paint, so tell me what is good about that painting?"

Dong Ping was not modest, and said bluntly: "This landscape map is quite in the style of painting the god king Ximeng's "Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains", but Shangguan Gongzi is not confined to everyone's ideas, and has his own school, and his painting is wanton. The thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the painting, coupled with the fluttering ice and rain, this painting is not the world today? However, this painting still has a bit of a fly in the ointment. ”

"Oh?"

Dong Ping whispered: "When it rains for a while, the ink on the paper will be washed away." ”

"I was born in the rain, and I dared to ask for the dawn. He was able to draw this picture of the wind and rain, and it was also thanks to this ice and rain. Even if it is rotten and gone, it is still its creation. ”

The woman never seemed to be sad, and she had a smile on her face all the time.

"In the lower Dong Ping. ”

"You tell me your name because you want to befriend me, but I don't really want to befriend you. "Woman plays with taste.

Dong Ping was taken aback, and he was a little confused for a while, so he had to smile awkwardly.

The woman smiled teasingly and gestured to leave.

Although Wang Ximeng is a god of painting, his paintings have rarely been handed down, especially the one "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" that has been seen. Looking at Brother Ling's painting style, the two girls must have a lot to do with Wang Ximeng. Dong Ping said.

The woman turned around and said, "Shangguan Xi." ”

"The Wang Ximeng you just mentioned is my father. ”

Dong Ping just responded lightly, not showing too much surprise.

In the last glorious years of the Great Song Dynasty, a peerless painting was born.

The eighteen-year-old boy was at all in the face of all kinds of difficulties from the emperor and the minister of state at that time.

"Seven days to paint this prosperous world, I only need three days!"

In the face of the Manchu officials who said this, what a heroism!

In three days, a thousand miles of rivers and mountains were born!

Only this painting made Wang Ximeng ascend to the throne of the god of painting.

However, after this painting, Wang Ximeng disappeared out of thin air. People speculated that a generation of Tianjiao had been killed by traitors.

"In order to avoid trouble, you and Brother Ling use Ling Tang's surname. Dong Ping said.

Shangguan Xi looked up at the sky and didn't say anything, but she was still laughing.

"Painting God, where have you gone? Dong Ping doesn't like gossip, but he is still a little curious about where the legend goes.

"He's gone to paint. ”