Chaohuang Temple is located in the most prosperous center of Hedong Linfen County, at this time it is the noon time of Yangchun March, Wang Jintong holds a folding fan in his hand, wears a white robe, wears a scarf, and walks on the street of Linfen County. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wang Jintong followed Meng Liang and Jiao Zan on the left and right, the two of them were still dressed yesterday, Meng Liang had an extra pair of wheel plate axes around his waist, and Jiao Zan's back waist was pinned with a pair of gold armor. Yue Sheng followed behind the three of them, wearing a green robe, the corners of the robe tucked into the black silk, and his demeanor was graceful.

There is a bridge at the market in Linfen County, and there are some vendors and many tourists on the west side of the bridge, and there are knives, scissors, and groceries on the stalls. There are those who sell tea, and there are those who read fortunes. Many tourists leaned on the railings on the side of the bridge, whispered and pointed, or watched the boats passing by in the river and the scenery along the coast in the distance.

Heck, it's really lively, at least it's not as fast-paced as it was in my time, it's more of a quiet and comfortable feeling. Moreover, the people here are really good-looking, and the colorful ones are verbose.

On the sidewalk in the middle of the bridge, there is a bustling flow of people, some are sitting in sedan chairs, some are riding horses, some are carrying burdens, some are driving donkeys to transport goods, and some are pushing wheelbarrows...... The south side of the bridge is connected to the main street.

The streets are lined with teahouses, taverns, pawnshops, workshops, and there are many small vendors with large umbrellas in the open spaces on both sides of the street, and the streets stretch east and west to the quieter suburbs outside the city, but the streets are still full of pedestrians.

For handicrafts, King Jintong sees people in the temple fair every year on holidays, such as noodle people, sugar people or something. But in this era, those things are simply too pediatric, and the streets are full of pens for poetry and painting, Wang Jintong walked slowly, and suddenly stopped in front of a painting.

It was an old man, so old that Wang Jintong couldn't tell how old he was, his hair was all white, and it was messy, and the robe on his body could no longer tell what color it was.

His hands were full of green tendons, the brush he held was also trembling, there was a pile of picture scrolls on the bookcase in front of him, and a few people dressed as were facing Wang Jintong quietly watching in front of the old man.

Wang Jintong came to the table to look at the painting, no matter what the painting is, as long as it is from the Song Dynasty, it is valuable, and the old man is painting on a folding fan, the fan in Wang Jintong's hand is just a few lines of words, and he also wants to paint some landscapes on his fan.

Oh, I don't know if I don't look at it, I'm startled, what kind of thing is this painting, it's a big mountain, and there is a small temple on it, it's too simple, and the mountain accounts for eight-tenths of the whole picture, that is to say, a piece of paper looks cold and looks all black.

Wang Jintong couldn't help but say to the old man: "I said old man, who can buy your paintings like this, you see that your paintings are so high, obviously no one buys them, come, I'll tell you how to make money." ”

"Huh" The two people who looked at the painting all turned their heads to look at Wang Jintong.

The old man was obviously disturbed and was very unhappy, he stopped his pen and looked at Wang Jintong intently, Wang Jintong also looked at him, the old man's hair was all white, and his thick eyebrows had covered the upper curtains, he raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes and looked at Wang Jintong carefully, and then said: "Housheng, what do you think of this painting?"

Wang Jintong shook his head: "Look at your black painting, if I were you, I would splash the ink directly, let me tell you, you see that there are so many people on the street, you can directly paint a self-portrait for them, charge a little less money, and make a lot of money in a day." ”

"Poof"

Everyone, including Meng Liang and Jiaozan, couldn't help but squirt.

I listened to a young man next to him and said: "Nonsense, this "Qingluan Xiao Temple Picture" is painted majestically and slowly, and this painting rhyme can be called a dragon is full of anger, not as rampant as a mouse." If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, get out of the way. ”

"What are you talking about, speak politely, this is our young master. Meng Liang was not happy, and stepped forward to pull this year.

Wang Jintong raised his eyes to look at this person, this person is about the same age as himself, but his height is a head taller than himself, he is dressed in a luxurious way, wearing a beautiful jade with gold edges, a placket red robe, the robe is embroidered with mountains and rivers, Wang Jintong can't understand the metaphor of embroidering this landscape, anyway, this person's makeup, how can he be regarded as a rich son.

But Meng Liang doesn't care about that, he doesn't care what the identity of the other party is, in his eyes, there are only cottage brothers.

"Smack"

Just when Wang Jintong was secretly proud, he saw a hand suddenly stretched out from the side of Jinfu Sao Nian, it was just a thin and boneless hand, although it was white but slightly pale, and it was holding a folding fan in that hand, and the tip of the folding fan was just on Meng Liang's 'Column Missing Acupoint'.

Meng Liang wouldn't have moved at that time, and then a personable and beautiful young man flashed out, this sao was about the same age as Wang Jin's childhood, with white robe and arrow sleeves, holding a folding fan in his hand, although he was only wearing coarse cloth clothes, but his luxurious temperament could not be compared with any son in brocade clothes and jade belts.

The beautiful boy said to Wang Jintong: "Childe, this painter is a household name in Yingqiu County, surnamed Li Mingcheng Xianxi, his old man's picture scroll is hard to find, his old man's painting likes to be outside, our son has already covered all his old man's paintings." “

Oh, how can this young man look so similar to himself, not only hit his shirt but also his face, and this person's martial arts are obviously not weak, the first time they met, Wang Jintong was impressed by his unique temperament.

However, before Wang Jintong could speak, Jiao Zan quit, he had a very good relationship with Meng Liang in private, and when he saw that his eldest brother had been pointed, he didn't say a word, and a 'black tiger digging out the heart' palms were claw-like and rushed to the chest of the beautiful young man.

The beautiful boy was talking to Wang Jintong, but he didn't notice that there would be someone attacking in the stab, and it was too close, and the beautiful boy was surrounded by people, and it was really difficult for someone else to avoid Jiao Zan's palm.

However, the beautiful boy easily made a move of 'pulling onions on dry land', and suddenly jumped more than a foot high in the flat ground, dodging Jiao Zan's move, Jiao Zan's move was empty, and then the second move was towards the Jinyi Sao Nian.

Who knows, the four tall and burly men have already surrounded the young man in brocade, and it turns out that the people who watched Li Xianxi's painting were all the followers of this brocade cloth. Although it seems to be a follower, in fact, the martial arts are not weak, and two of the big men suddenly stretched out their hands and greeted Jiao Zan's one hand.

Wang Jintong took advantage of the gap between the other party and ran towards Meng Liang at this time, but before he could jump closer, a strong wind in the oblique stab hit, Wang Jintong just relied on the martial arts memory in his mind to complete this set of actions, even if no one stopped him, he was also a showman, and Wang Jintong fell out.

However, when Wang Jintong fell, he could see clearly, and it was a big man next to Jinyi Sao Nian who slapped him, and the beautiful young man next to the big man stopped the big man, and the big man didn't pat himself.

The beautiful boy said to the big man: "General Chen, don't ......"

'Smack'.

At this time, Jiao Zan had already slapped with the two big men, two palms against four palms, Jiao Zan took a few steps back, one of them stood unsteadily, knelt on one leg, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. 'Boom' The crowd on the street was in a commotion. Before Jiao Zan stood up,

The other two big men had already stepped forward, and one of them had an extra sleeve of arrows in his cuff and pointed towards the Baihui acupoint on Jiao Zan's head.

At this moment, a palm suddenly stretched out, and the arrow was clamped between two fingers, and even Wang Jintong, who didn't know kung fu, could clearly hear the sound of breaking the wind.

Wang Jintong stared at it, it turned out that it was Yue Sheng who was not surprised, and he said: "This brother who used the sleeve arrow, it seems that you are the person from the Bright Star Gate?"

The one was really stunned, but before he could speak, another big man was originally running for Jiao Zan, but at this time he suddenly changed his move, his fists were already running towards Yue Sheng's door, Yue Sheng's hand was still holding the tip of the arrow, and relying on the strength of his two fingers, the whole person suddenly rose into the air, making a scissors chain foot, the first kick just kicked on the two fists of the person who came, and the second kick ran towards this person's heart.

This man's fists were extremely strong, but no matter how strong his fists were, how could they resist the strength of his volleyed legs? Hearing only a muffled thunderous voice, this big man's wrists immediately folded.

Before Dahan could retreat, another leg struck, and his chest was kicked firmly, Dahan couldn't help but fly out, 'Bang Lala', Dahan just hit Li Xianxi's desk, and the table was immediately crushed.

Yue Sheng landed easily at the same time, with a force of his two fingers, the tip of the arrow between his two fingers turned, just on the 'Taiyuan acupoint' of the man with the sleeve arrow, so that the hand of the man with the sleeve arrow was not his own, and he was at Yue Sheng's fiddle, and his whole body was clicked by his own sleeve arrow, and he immediately stiffened and did not move, Yue Sheng didn't even look at him, but looked at the man who had just been kicked away, and said, "So you are under the Black Tiger Gate?"

The picture scrolls on the table were scattered all over the ground, and at this time, the beautiful young man in white and the young man in brocade who fell to the ground picked up the scrolls with the painter. No one answered Yue Sheng, and the other two big men attacked Yue Sheng directly.

Oh, this is a great opportunity, as the saying goes, capture the thief first capture the king, Wang Jintong shook his hand, and shook out two black whirring things from his cuffs and really flew towards the brocade clothes.