For Mi Bai, this parting is destined to be very sad.

Because he didn't know when the next time he saw Xu Laoying.

It could be three years, it could be five years, it could be ten years, or it would never be seen again.

Even if he doesn't care about the current affairs of Xiling, Xu Laoying's feat of overpowering the Xiling family with a sword has already spread all over the streets and alleys, and those saints and sons who circulate stories in the streets and alleys always make him feel unreal.

Although he had seen Xu Laoying's fierce rivalry with his own eyes, and even the heroic posture of the golden dragon holding the sword, but in the past few days with him, he could always forget the identity of the other party's martial artist, only remembering Xu Laoying's pure heart, as well as his love for calligraphy and painting.

It's just that he knows that the way of calligraphy and painting is all for him, but for Xu Laoying, he has more important things, after all, on the top of Chixia Mountain, Xu Laoying once spit out his dreams to the red clouds.

The two are different after all.

His dream is to raise children to grow up, and the other party's dream is to become the Holy Lord of the Xu family, in the process of chasing their dreams, the two will eventually drift apart, maybe one day they suddenly look back, and even the other party's back can't be found.

But Mi Bai will never forget that he once met the peerless swordsman who rode the star-moon coral rhino from the sky, saying that he would not save people but would only kill people.

Friends are destined to have a separate day, but the love lasts forever, Mi Bai turned around and took out two painting tubes from the back basket, looking at the two sons who were fighting wine and smiled.

Because Xu Laoying was grabbing the wine bottle, tilting his head and pouring it into his mouth, there were several crooked wine bottles scattered in front of the table.

In just a while, the two of them had already put together sixteen bottles of wine, and the waitress had already made three trips back and forth.

Tons of tons of tons ~

Xu Laoying sucked the last drop of the eighth bottle of bamboo leaf green into his mouth, said "ha~", put down the empty wine jug, and burped.

"Dude. After drinking eight bottles of wine in a row, Xu Laoying finally felt the stamina of this bamboo leaf green: "Your wine volume has risen, and you already have fifty percent of my strength!"

In the face of this boasting, Tang Luo only drank the last sip of the wine lightly, stacked the wine bottle neatly in front of him, and asked with a smile: "I haven't started yet, why do you look like it's going to fall?"

The strengthened body rescue ability is amazing, not to mention the Void Stomach Guarantee, from today on, you can call me the God of Wine~ Tang Luo was secretly happy in his heart.

Where does the sage son, who drinks purely by strength, know this, and can only forcibly save his respect.

"Who said I was going to fall~Hiccup~" Xu Laoying's face became redder and redder, and he pulled his throat and said: "I didn't fall down when you fell!Hiccup~"

If it weren't for these continuous wine burps, this would definitely be more convincing, Mi Bai smiled: "Lao Ying, rest for a while, and Brother Tang." There's a gift for both. ”

"Gift!?" As soon as he heard this, Xu Lao Ying turned to Bei Bai down, touched the back of his head and smiled: "That's so embarrassing, ahhahaha, ahhahahaha." ”

I don't see what you are embarrassed about, Tang Luo looked at his cousin's appearance and smiled secretly in his heart.

Mi Bai was also amused by Xu Laoying's appearance, but the humble gentleman seemed to have been trained to endure laughter, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he handed the bamboo painting tube in his hand to Xu Laoying, and handed another wooden painting tube to Tang Luo.

"I have it too?" Tang Luo took the painting tube, but he didn't have any embarrassment, because he already regarded Mi Bai as a friend.

Before entering the Little Spirit Realm, he asked Fu Bo to go to the deserted courtyard to perform a play, and asked him to rent the courtyard to Mi Bai.

With Chang Fu's ability, this matter was naturally handled properly, but to Tang Luo's surprise, Chang Fu actually told him that Mi Bai was a real humble gentleman, and if he was included in the mansion, he could be entrusted with important tasks.

Of course, Tang Luo was curious about why Chang Fu, who had always been strict, would praise people like this, so he asked why.

It turned out that Mi Bai didn't regard this deserted courtyard as his own place after staying in the deserted courtyard, and the first time Chang Fu appeared and showed his identity, Mi Bai apologized and took out a shabby money bag from somewhere, and respectfully handed it to Chang Fu.

Some of this money was saved when he was the secretary of Qingfeng Bank, and there was also the balance after the stall, since the day Mi Bai collected the orphans into the deserted courtyard, he had saved these "rents", just waiting for the owner of the deserted courtyard to appear.

Mi Bai has always been poor, but no matter how poor he is, he never thought of using this part of the rent, because he knew that this was his duty.

Chang Fu, as the head of the Tang family, has also read countless people, and over time he has a set of experiences, such as when he is poor, he depends on a person's perseverance, and people who are poor but still stick to the bottom line are destined to turn over one day;

When you succeed, you have to look at a person's virtue, and when you are rich and rich, you will still not be arrogant, and you will be more prosperous.

This evaluation made Tang Luo let down his guard against Mi Bai, because he saw the other party's gratitude.

It is a joy to make friends with someone who knows how to be grateful.

Xu Laoying on the other side didn't have so much thought, the first time he took over the tube, he couldn't wait to open it, and as soon as he opened the lid, there was a smell of ink.

"Huh~Yuanmo, you can be white!" As a sage who loves calligraphy, Xu Laoying has a lot of treasures for the Wenfang utensils in various continents.

The best ink and ink ingots in the world are not Yuan ink.

Yuanmo is produced in the two cities of Tunshui and Heyu in Yuanzhou, and is made of more than ten kinds of precious materials such as tung oil smoke, musk, borneol, gold leaf, pearl powder, etc., and the process is complex.

The finished Yuanmo is known as light, grinding and clearing, smelling sweet, hard as jade, grinding silent, a little like lacquer, and the reputation of being true for thousands of years, and it is a must-have for Yuanzhou calligraphers and painters.

Mi Bai's conditions Xu Laoying couldn't be clearer, he was willing to paint with Yuan Mo, and he couldn't wait to see what a masterpiece this was.

Shake the scroll open, and a magnificent picture of the sea of clouds leaps onto the paper, thick ink, outline, light ink, accentuation, light color, rendering. Follow the stone steps that inexplicably extend from the clouds one by one, and slowly go up.

Chixia Peak rose to the sky, like a sword statue that opened the sky and the earth to poke a hole in the sky, the top of the mountain was missing a corner, three young people with different postures facing the sea of clouds, one of them stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back, another sat cross-legged on his left side, and a lazy and weak, half-leaning on the rock to the side.

Isn't this the peak of Chixia Peak, the scene of the three of them, the vivid painting pulls Xu Laoying's thoughts back to the peak of Chixia Peak that day.

The only surviving masterpiece of the poet, the scene of the three of them singing towards the sea of clouds, and the embarrassed appearance of the two lying on the edge of the cliff and vomiting, made him smile and move his gaze to the upper right of the scroll.

"Wangyue Yunhai Yongzhi" - poetry saint

It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance!

Xu Laoying's heart was agitated, the wine was gone, no matter how long it was, he couldn't forget the shock that this poem brought him.