"Senior brother, not to mention the slow food in this tavern, it's smoky here, I don't like to stay here anymore. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Min Tian got up and walked out as he spoke, but was dragged by his senior brother: "The show will start soon, are you leaving?" Min Tian pinched his nose and said, "I can't stay here for a moment because it stinks." When Feng Chen was about to speak again, the shopkeeper came out of the wing room on the top floor, holding a few scrolls in his hand. Before the shopkeeper could say his request, the wealthy sons and the reckless men in the audience had already stepped on each other's bodies, tearing their clothes and rushing up the stairs. The shopkeeper shook his hand, and all those scrolls fell from a high place, Feng Chen saw that these disciples did not care about the majesty of the wealthy family and the image of the chivalrous men of the rivers and lakes, all of them were mercenary, and under indignation, they jumped up on the table, grabbed a curtain hanging from the top of the tavern and danced in the air, and stopped those scrolls in his arms. I only heard Jiangnan Murong Gongzi say: "Come on, grab it for me!" Behind Feng Chen, many guys with hammers in their hands poured out. Min Tian saw that someone was bullying his senior brother, where could such a rampant thief be allowed to pretend to be some martial arts decency here, anyway, most of the people who came here to participate in the White Girl's recruitment were some gentlemen and some inconspicuous small sects in the Central Plains, if they were really offended, Min Tian was not afraid.

Suddenly, the wind in the inn was blowing, and all the window paper was shattered, and Min Tian stretched out his hand and brandished the mad knife in his hand. The place where the sword light was full of mourning, and the wooden plank that was cut by the crisp blade instantly turned into two halves. Frightened, the Jiangnan Murong Gongzi retreated outside the door, and his personal swordsman blocked in front of him. The shopkeeper clapped his hands upstairs and said, "Son, good kung fu!" When Min Tian heard this, he crooked his mouth and smiled evilly: "Okay, wait until I clean them up for you." Feng Chen grabbed the flower-colored curtains hanging from the roof at this time and slowly fell, and when he arrived at Min Tian's side, he whispered and reproached: "It's not that you don't want to show your kung fu, why are you so disobedient!" Feng Chen held the scrolls carried by Fang Caidian Xiao Er in his arms, put them on the big table in the main hall of the tavern, turned around and walked towards his wine table. The shopkeeper hurriedly caught up with Feng Chen and handed one of the scrolls to him: "Childe, since you have excellent kung fu, naturally you can get this scroll." The rest of the guys with bruised noses and swollen faces who had been kicked also stepped forward to get the scrolls. But when everyone opened it, they found that it was all empty. Min Tian was just about to throw the scroll away, but he was grabbed from behind by Feng Chen: "Interesting! ”

The shopkeeper cleared his throat and said, "This is the first question that the white girl gave to your sons, painting." "Many of them are sons of martial arts families, not to mention dancing and writing, and they can't even lift a pen, so they had to turn around and prepare to go outside to catch a few scholars in, but they were stopped by the shopkeeper: "Those who are out of the tavern, out!" The jade book put the two sideburns of green silk back, between the eyebrows and eyes was as delicate as a woman, many rough men behind him grinding ink and brush, just about to put down the book, the shopkeeper said: "The white girl intends to improvise to paint a picture of the most beautiful picture in your heart, whether it is a landscape or a pastoral, a battlefield or a ten miles of smoke waves." I heard someone in the audience shouting: "If you don't give pen and ink, how can you paint!" The shopkeeper shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and then turned around and walked to the back kitchen to bring out the steaming meal and deliver it to the tables of the nobles.

I don't know who had a whim, and the first one raised his hand with a pig's trotters. The shopkeeper shouted: "The first painting of the son of Bohai Shaohua Mansion is successful. The shopkeeper held aloft Fang Cai's oily hand to paint, and his other hand was still holding a pig's trotter gnawing, and Min Tian covered his mouth and wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh, and said in Feng Chen's ear: "Where is he painting, a big oil handprint is just imprinted." Seeing that many rich sons in the audience didn't know where to conjure up the ink cartridges, they finished drawing in three strokes and two strokes, only Feng Chen and Murong Gongzi didn't put down their pen for a long time. The shopkeeper was in a hurry, and he wanted to borrow the pen and ink of the jade book to seal the dust. Min Tian patted his senior brother on the shoulder and said, "I'll go change a pot of hot tea, you didn't have such ink when you painted me in the snowy mountains in the past!" But Feng Chen stared at the scroll blankly, his eyes were empty and profound.

When Min Tian came back with hot tea, Murong Gongzi just finished painting with the pen and ink of the jade book, and when Min Tian passed by Murong Gongzi's side, he deliberately made a grimace, but unexpectedly, the treacherous villain suddenly stretched out his leg and tripped Min Tian, the hot teapot in Min Tian's hand was thrown into the air, and Feng Chenjian flew towards him, and one sideways grabbed the tea handle, but the tea in the teapot was too full and splashed on the scroll on the table. Feng Chen was not angry, but he smiled. Triumphantly approaching the scroll spread out on the table, he lifted the mellow wine placed in the corner of the table and took a sip and moistened his throat. Min Tian rubbed his knees angrily and ran to his senior brother's side and complained: "That Murong Xiao'er dares to bully me! After a while, when he leaves this tavern, I will let him jump back." Feng Chen saw that the other princes in the tavern had all been painted, and he unhurriedly filled the wine glass with water, moistened his fingertips with both hands, and sprinkled these fragrant and mellow wines on the scroll wantonly, Murong Gongzi smiled disdainfully on the side.

At this time, most of the distinguished customers have already handed over the paintings to the store, and everyone is talking about the jade book, which is fake and real, imitating Tang Yin's "Hundred Beauty Pictures". Yu Shuzi stood in the center of the tavern with a teacup, listening to the praise of the big guy, and felt that the whole person was fluttering. Listening to Feng Chen's blade waving his junior brother's blade, using his palms to control the blade to come and go freely on the scroll, Min Tian stood aside and was dumbfounded, looking at the rice paper that had been cut by his own crazy knife.

When the knife falls, the dust seal also closes the scroll and hands it over to the shop second-hand. The shopkeeper excitedly jumped up to the top of the inn with the scroll in his hand. I haven't seen anyone come out for a long time, and the people in the tavern are all in a mess, and many people speculate that since the first question is Biwen, the second question should be about martial arts, but although the people in this room are all extraordinary, if they really start to do it in the tavern, not to mention that the things in this room will not be smashed, it is possible to tear down this tavern. Min Tian was still eating the peanuts and beans on his plate. The shopkeeper suddenly walked out of the high wing room and shouted: "Jiangnan Murong Gongzi, Miaoshou Dan Qingyu Shuzi, Fengchen Gongzi, Kunlun Shaozhuang Lord, Bohai Shaohua Mansion Gongzi Muer...... Selected. “

All this seemed to be expected for Feng Chen, the boy who gnawed on the pig's trotters just now danced happily, and sat on the table and twisted his body selflessly, who knows where the table could support his fat fat man, and suddenly broke in half, and Namur also fell to the ground with a pain in his butt.

The shopkeeper shouted at the people downstairs: "For the sons who have not been selected, Miss Bai also has an explanation, you can go to Haicheng Baifu to get a bottle of osmanthus sauce made by herself." "Where are those sons who left in frustration still in the mood to listen to these foods, they just hide their faces and leave.