"Childe go upstairs, watch out for the steps!"

The mysterious old man said with a faint smile that was unpredictable!

I remember that the last time I was in Yueyang Tower, Chen Sanlang had an encounter with the other party, and what he said was almost the same. At that time, the sword of slaying evil was frantically warned, as if facing a great enemy. Chen Sanlang's heart was bright, knowing that this old man had an extraordinary background, and he was afraid that he came from Dongting Lake.

It is not uncommon for the mysterious old man to sweep the steps in Yueyang Tower. Because of the existence of Dongting Town and Yueyang Tower, there are various reasons that are difficult to explain. If you have to get to the bottom of it, it can only be said that it is closely related to one person - Longjun!

Chen Sanlang had heard Xiaolongnu vaguely mention things about his father Longjun, and there were also descriptions of wild history legends, and various sayings gathered together to faintly construct a majestic and profound image in his mind. I used to think it was vague, but when I came here and looked at the vast lake, this image suddenly became three-dimensional and vivid.

Except for peerless figures, can An live in such a spiritual place?

"San Lang, what's wrong with you?"

Xu Jun's big eyes blinked, and he was quite strange to see him standing on the steps.

Chen Sanlang suddenly woke up and said with a smile: "It's nothing, say hello to the old man sweeping the floor." ”

"Sweeper?

Xu Jun's eyes widened, and he felt that Chen Sanlang was inexplicably speaking.

Chen Sanlang's heart was terrified, he raised his head suddenly, and as far as he could see, he saw the hunchbacked old man slowly sweeping the steps and walking down.

However, looking at Xu Jun again, his eyes fell on him completely, and his demeanor was complex. The presence of the old man was not found at all.

What's going on?

Chen Sanlang only felt that his heart was beating so fast.

Xu Jun saw that his face was pale and something was wrong, so he hurriedly came over to help him, stretched out his hand and touched it, his forehead was cold.

Chen Sanlang quickly stabilized his mind, but saw that the hunchbacked old man had disappeared at the corner of the steps, and he was no longer visible.

Xu Jun seemed to have thought of something, hurriedly looked around, and lowered his voice: "San Lang, you won't meet a ghost, right?"

There are demons in this world. Naturally, there will be ghosts too.

"Probably ......"

Chen Sanlang was still a little distracted. pondering.

"What then?"

Xu Jun suddenly became nervous.

It is also said that in the face of tangible and physical demons, Xu Jun is not timid, and dares to use means to subdue demons and eliminate demons, but when he encounters ghosts that cannot be seen or touched. The woman's heart suddenly showed timidity.

"Don't worry. He had no ill intentions. ”

Chen Sanlang comforted.

The hunchbacked old man did not have any ill will. At least not at all. Otherwise, with his unfathomable background, he is no match in any way.

"That's good. ”

Xu Jun spit out his tongue. It's very playful.

Ye Rongtong had already boarded up, turned around, and wondered, "You two don't come up?"

After seeing Xu Jun, he immediately understood the reason why Chen Sanlang didn't like Fengyue places, there was such a beautiful face in the family, and then looking at other fat fans, they were all vulgar and tasteless, where was there still the interest in acting on the spot?

Thinking about it like this, I feel that Chen Sanlang is simply the head of good luck and can be called the son of luck. Isn't it, even in the middle of the three yuan, fame and fame, and with such a lovely confidante by his side, what more can a husband ask for? In the past, Ye Rongtong was a talented man in the south of the Yangtze River, and he was young and proud, so he was really looking forward to it. But since he met Chen Sanlang, he suddenly felt that everything he had gained was not enough to mention, and he felt ashamed of himself.

Below, Chen Sanlang and Xu Jun looked at each other and smiled, and walked upstairs side by side.

Upstairs, Chen Sanlang had read it last time, and now I look at it again, and I found that a few poems have been added, signed below, all of them are famous artists, and the pen and ink are hearty. However, the artistic conception of the content is mostly suitable for the occasion, and it is difficult to produce a good work. It's catchy, but it's not enough aftertaste.

Looking at it, Chen Sanlang found a strange thing:

Yueyang Building was established for a few years, the vicissitudes of spring and autumn, and the literati who came and went did not know how many, but the number of brushes and inks on the wall was not so much, and there were intriguing places.

"San Lang come on, there's a painting here, it's a good painting. ”

Xu Jun called out that she saw a painting in the corridor of the side hall, so she asked Chen Sanlang to come over and appreciate it together.

Chen Sanlang stepped over and saw that on the white wall of the corridor, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and the painting was a danqing, as if it had just been painted, and the pen and ink were very fresh.

It is definitely a huge painting, about several feet long, and occupies almost the entire wall of the corridor.

Chen Sanlang clearly remembers that the last time he came, there was no such painting. He liked Danqing, it was rare to see such a huge painting, and he couldn't bear it, so he stopped and watched it with Xu Jun.

This is a masterpiece of landscape, and the most prominent thing that catches your eye is a large lake with endless reeds at the water's edge.

At this glance, Chen Sanlang knew that the painting was the scenery of Dongting Lake.

Sure enough, above the water's edge, a majestic and classical wooden building rises from the ground, like a dragon and a tiger, watching over the entire Dongting Lake.

This is Yueyang Tower.

The picture scroll extends to the end, and there is a rising sun spraying thin, reflecting the red glow of the half lake. On the shore around, there are peaks and peaks, the ink is not deep, only the shape is painted, but there is a vivid charm of ups and downs. The ins and outs, exactly.

Good drawing!

Chen Sanlang couldn't help but praise when he saw the highlights.

Over there, Ye Rongtong also came to see it, and he was even more fascinated, and he sighed: "Such a masterpiece, is it everyone's handwriting?"

Zhang's surname is "Zhang", and his single name is "Su", which is the top Danqing saint of the Xia Yu Dynasty, so he is called "everyone".

"No, it's not like ......"

Although Ye Rongtong has not seen Zhang Su's original handwriting, he has seen many tracing samples, so he knows the style. If you look at it more carefully, you suddenly feel that the brushwork of this giant painting is actually quite simple and simple, and if you cut it out separately and study it separately, you will find that these brushstrokes are as casual and unrestrained as children's graffiti, which is very vulgar. But when they form a whole and become a painting, the artistic conception expressed changes and is fascinating.

Chen Sanlang also discovered the strangeness in it, his eyes rolled, and fell on the words in the blank space, two words: Dongting!

The font is a little crooked, and it is very improper.

Seeing these two words, Chen Sanlang's mind flashed, and he remembered the stele erected at the entrance of Dongting Town, and the words written on the stele were obviously exactly the same as the words on the painting, and they were definitely from one person's handwriting.

How is this possible?

As if a gust of wind was blowing, the picture scroll in his sight suddenly came alive, sparkling, and a pontoon boat drifted with the waves, rocking the boat by a shirtless and strong man, with muscles, as dark and strong as iron.

He rocked the boat, came straight to Chen Sanlang, and sang a fat song: "Childe, please get on the boat, Long Jun is invited!" (to be continued......)