Wan Qixian saw that they didn't know what to do, so he made a fuss. The good or bad is that the warehouse collapsed due to disrepair and rain, but fortunately there were no casualties. I can't help but scold a few words to teach this unlearned and unskilled Wan Qiyun.

Li Tiewang looked at this environment, and was also very comfortable, laughed and said: "What a lively picture in the rain! What a scene of leisure and crisis intertwined! This is indeed a good place to view paintings! It is a good place to come and come wonderfully, and it is the time to enjoy the paintings and scenery, and it is also a unique discernment." ”

Doctor Zheng was stunned for a while and said: "Lord, everything can't just be one-sided, he took the trouble to bring us here may not really be here to appreciate the painting, do you really know if what he is holding in his hand is "Four Beauties Running to the Immortals"?"

The prince was convinced, this was also the place where he admired Wan Qi's smoke and clouds, and couldn't help but smile and groan: "Wan Qi Gongzi is really a grotesque genius, and he can also enjoy strange paintings in this scenery, it is indeed a wonderful place." I heard that your father's painting was taken by you, and it was handed over to the emperor, I don't know what kind of painting you have. ”

Wan Qian Yanyun sighed deeply and said: "Alas, this painting is so good, it took me ten years of hard work day and night, and I was reluctant, so I deliberately left it for a while." Besides, I'm afraid that I don't have the ability to invite all of you to come here and enjoy it, so I took the liberty of coming up with this method that is not a method. Just because the villain is soft-spoken, I am afraid that he will not speak properly, so he uses such a trick to 'only take it in a straight hook, not to ask for it in the song.' 'There are many people coming and going, and I hope you will see more. ”

When Li Wangye heard what he said, it was not unreasonable, and what he did was appropriate. Not only did he not blame Wan Qi Yanyun for making such nonsense, but he also praised him and said: "It is well said, those who engage in art must have confidence in their own works, and only they feel confident that they can impress others." Oh, your intentions are extraordinary, I see. No wonder Lord Wan Qi said that the second son, you can't sleep day and night, it turns out that this is the case. ”

Zheng Guanglu saw the way he was blowing with his mouth and the brush, and was eager to see if the painting was real or fake. He asked Wan Qi Yanyun and said, "I, Prince Li and Lord He Taishou are here to see the painting in the hands of the second prince today, can you let the prince and I wait to see it?"

The prince saw that it was not too early, and wanted to have a sneak peek, and said: "Yes! The last time I saw this painting, I still have a lot of thoughts, I see that your exquisite penmanship has a certain talent, and the scenery is matched and integrated, this king wants to take a look." The next day, the king sent someone to give this painting to the emperor, if the emperor is happy, plus the king praised a few words from it, and then you will be crowned an official and a half-job!"

Seeing that it was almost dry, Wan Qi Yanyun walked over and said, "Okay." ”

The house slaves set up an umbrella into a large tent and brought a painting table, and it was only then that the smoke and clouds began to paint. Zheng Guanglu was shocked and thought suspiciously: "Could it be that the painting I burned yesterday is really fake?"

He was suspicious in his heart, so he looked more and more carefully, Li Wangye nodded again and again, and Dr. Zheng suddenly said loudly: "This is a fake." ”

Wan Qixian's heart tightened, and the yellow matte and ginkgo were like a thunderbolt from the sky, only Wan Qiyun stood there motionless, in fact, his feet were shaking.

Li Wangye also frowned and said, "How is this fake?"

Wang Ye Li turned to ask, "What's wrong with your feet?" ”

As soon as Wan Qiyanyun saw him say, his feet stopped shaking as soon as he clamped them, and he explained seriously: "This rain is a little cold, and the cold is a little shivering." This painting is very real, it is all from my real work. ”

Hearing him say this, the yellow matte and ginkgo saw that it was reasonable, and said in unison: "This painting is the real work of the young master, it can't be fake, it can't be fake, it can't be fake, and it can't be imitated by others."

Wan Qi Yanyun nodded proudly, and said to Zheng Ketian: "Could it be that your lord has seen this painting before, you have to recognize this painting! ”

Doctor Zheng saw that he was a little abrupt, so he bet that he was using a fake to perfunctory: "This official has liked painting since he was a child, and the paintings of famous masters are even more cherished, so he can't escape the eyes of this official in a single place." The official still likes the painting of the prince of Wan, so he has the ability to never forget, and according to this, I can judge that this painting is fake. ”

Seeing that it was a little wet, Master Zheng Guanglu pointed to the painting and gently touched the color, and half of the mountain was touched, and the water lost its green color, leaving a blank space. Zheng Ketian's eyes lit up, and he smiled: "Lord Wang, please look, I always believe that this is a fake painting." ”

Li Tiewang pointed at Wan Qi Yanyun and said abruptly: "Are you - using fake paintings to perfunctory me?"

"Dare to ask Lord Guanglu, from Mr. He's point of view to see this fake painting. Wan Qi said in a smoky manner.

"It's from this brush. He raised the pen in his hand and said, "And from this scene, and finally from this painting, this painting has lost its luster and is dry." ”

Wan Qi Yanyun clapped his hands and shouted: "My lord is really a master of painting, Wan Qi Yanyun has to admire, yes, that one is fake." ”

"Fake. When the house slave next to him heard this, he fell.

Wu Bolun also fell, and the yellow and ginkgo who had just stood up were also stunned at a loss, and Wan Qi Yanyun turned around and saw it all.

"Fake is fake, you can see it. He laughed and said, "There is something different about this painting, even if it was burned, but who can say that this painting is real under my own brush?"

Wan Qi Yanjing saw that this situation was not a joke, and said, "Second brother, what's going on. ”

Dr. Zheng Guanglu laughed and said, "Could it be that you really didn't want to fly, or maybe you can make up a beautiful story to hear about it, telling everyone that there was a strong man in black who stole the painting and destroyed it in front of your face last night." Or you can give an example of hiding this painting in a secret place, and I don't know where I forgot it. ”

Li Tiewang was even more furious and said: "You, you inexplicable people, each of you are pigs!"

Wan Qi Yanyun let them be noisy, not only was he not nervous, but he shook his fan and said, "It's a pity, it's really in Wang Ye's sleeve." ”

Doctor Guanglu stopped laughing, and the prince stopped being angry, and they all expressed doubts about what he said. However, the prince also seemed to feel that there was a roll in his sleeve, so he took it out and opened it and said, "It's this, it's real." ”

Zheng Ketian touched the wet place with his hand, and said with a smile: "This is also a fake." ”

Wan Qian Yanyun used the fan to pick up a few drops of water from the eaves of the canopy and put them in his palm, then grabbed the water droplets and grabbed Dr. Zheng Guanglu's hand, making his hands and his own hands wet and said: "Then may I ask who painted the real one? This rain is so heavy, Lord Zheng's hands are wet, don't blame the painting is wet, could it be that Lord Zheng is also a fake?"

At this time, Zheng Guanglu was speechless when he saw him doing this. Seeing that this painting is indeed a little similar, King Li Tiewang praised it vigorously. He shouted: "The painting is good, the painting is wonderful, the painting is really about to come out, it is wonderful." ”

Zheng Ketian stepped forward and gently patted Wan Qiyun's face three times when he was leaving last night, and also praised it: "This is really a divine painting, a real handiwork!" ”

Zheng Ketian's smile was a little reluctant, and He Taishou also praised a few words of praise from a layman: "People are in the painting, painted in the heart, and it is really an incomparable beauty of the realm." Even I, a coarse man who doesn't know how to write and ink, can only express it in one word: 'Okay.' ’”

The body of Monk Huikong floated with the water to a lake where the current was not rapid. Huikong's corpse was there, and five butterflies flew from afar, this butterfly had a strange color and a glowing shape. They danced and seemed to be playing a game. After a while, the five butterflies landed on the corpse of Monk Huikong.

After a while, the butterfly happily returned and flew away. The corpse of the wise monk immediately decomposed, and slowly only the skeleton remained, and soon even the skeleton decomposed and turned into a puff of smoke and sank into the water. The five butterflies flew in with a more glorious aura, with a headband in front of them and a staff standing next to them.

He was missing a middle finger in his right hand, so the butterfly ring was attached to his index finger. He was silently doing this, and suddenly he heard the cry of the colorful butterfly and the glowing fire in his ears. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he sucked in the fluorescent fire of a butterfly, and soon he carried the fluorescent fire of the five butterflies in his palm. He was practicing, and suddenly this glowing fire grew stronger. His whole person sat in this glowing fire, and after he sat in, his posture was dazzling. After a few seconds, the glowing fire slowly seeped into his skin, and the butterfly flew by.

The sun is in the west, scattered in this tall pavilion, and in this pavilion there is a light veil around. The sea breeze is blowing, and the sound of the tide hitting the stones is like a thousand horses taking off. Like a giant star shattering, like a rocky mountain cracking, like thunder. Here you can feel the pavilion moving under your feet, people walking in the sky, like a fairy and a god, and the feeling of being like a ghost makes you out of this mortal world.

A woman is looking at the waves in the distance, and she can smell the moist, sweet and salty tide. She could feel the otherworldly enjoyment, and she could see the green waves, row after row, wave after wave, wave after wave. Like a cradle shaking the scene of childhood, like a flute blowing the charming youth, like the vitality of the strings drumming, and the vitality of this dazzling romance.

When the beggar woke up in such an environment, he did not feel relieved at all, but was even more strange and melancholy and troubled. He saw a woman facing the other side, he didn't dare to expect this to be Fu Baobao, he also knew that she would not appear. He looked around and saw that it was another environment. He couldn't think of anyone who would be so nice to him, he looked at the woman's back, and the breeze blew light incense.

Zhao Biyao wore a sexy light veil, wandered up to him, and said, "You're awake, nameless brother." ”

The voice was familiar and intimate to Lonely Nameless, like a childhood memory.