Ren Qingjian immediately asked the shopkeeper where there was any danger, whether it was a beast or a powerful thief, the shopkeeper was pale and frightened, as if he remembered something terrible, and finally shook his head and walked to the immortal position by himself. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly knelt down, and said underestimated: "It's been three years, I've been secretly giving birth for three years, and I've hugged my grandson, it's enough!"

Then he knocked his head three times, walked into the room, closed the door, and the people in the inner hall were very bored, so they had to go out of the hall and ask two other men, both of whom waved their hands again and again, but the expression on their faces was also very frightened, which made everyone more curious.

"Hmph, I guess it should be a bunch of thieves or boars and tigers, of course ordinary people are respectful and stay away, and then make a big deal of it, it seems even more bizarre and terrifying, the rumors in the rivers and lakes may not be taken seriously, how can I get the four swords of Huashan, Ren Qingjian said, thinking about it, I felt that it was inappropriate and immediately added, "Besides, there are big masters of the Shaolin faction and the Emei faction." ”

"Of course, the rumors in the rivers and lakes may not be true, and they are very exaggerated," Zhang Daofan said a disciple.

Although it was once hostile, it was never really hateful, Ren Qingjian was also very happy to see someone echoing him, and nodded to that person.

"As far as I can see today, it is rumored that the four swords of the mountain are really very nesty, and it is better to be famous than to meet. The disciple added coldly.

"Chong'er, Hugh is rude, didn't the majority of the division let us accept mercy, when we return to the mountain, we will inevitably be beaten with ten sticks, and punish it, Qinglongmen has rules and regulations after all"

Zhang Daofan seemed to scold his apprentice, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile slightly, that Ren Qingjian was also the unforgiving lord on his lips,

"Yes, no wonder the Huashan Party is very strict with its disciples, not only the disciples must behave properly, but even the disciples' daughters-in-law must behave well."

"Fourth brother, say more!" Yuan Qingxiong hurriedly stopped.

The words "abide by women's morals" still couldn't help but say it.

"Smack!" Zhang Daocun and Zhang Daofan patted on the table at the same time and stood up.

"Wow", the young woman hid her face and ran out, his husband hurriedly ran out, Yun Qing just stood up, and was about to run out, but was stopped by the senior brother.

In this way, Zhang Daocun and Zhang Daofan's brothers were even more depressed, and they opened their posture and prepared to fight with the four swords of Huashan again, Nangong Shaoyou saw this situation, and hurriedly took Song Wan'er's hand and took advantage of the chaos to go to the guest room.

He was also a good person, and when he saw such a situation, he would definitely call for a few more catties of wine, but the people in the lobby were all here for him Nangong Shaoyou, so looking at the excitement like this, it was inevitable that it was a bit of that, and the most important thing was that everyone regarded Nangong Shaoyou as a benefactor.

And he, the real Nangong Shaoyou, thinks that he is a fake, in this way, everyone will inevitably ask him questions, and it is very likely that he will fight even if he disagrees, so it is wise to leave while there is chaos.

The guy came to wash his face, the two washed their faces, Song Wan'er lay on the bed to rest, Nangong Shaoyou lay on the table, the two of them slept in separate rooms all the way, there were many people in the inn today, and the shopkeeper had a preconceived idea that the two were husband and wife, and at that time they took advantage of the chaos to go to the room, and they didn't analyze it much, and the two lived in the same room, if there was anything wrong, they could deal with it together.

The time has passed, because of the worry of Murong Feifei in his heart, he can't sleep, and there is a quiet outside the inn, thinking that the quarrel will end soon, after all, there are characters like Master Huiqing and Master Guangshi.

He pushed open the door and walked downstairs, where a small oil lamp the size of a bean was lit in the lobby, a man who was keeping vigil was sleeping on a table, and a tall figure stood in front of the wall, his right hand outstretched, gesturing against the wall.

"The Master is Courteous"

That person was Li Guang, he was looking at the calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall by the shopkeeper in a daze, his right index finger was copying along the words in the painting, and he didn't hear Nangong Shaoyou say hello, and he didn't even know when he came to his side.

He copied word by word, and after copying, he reached out to copy the portrait again, and his finger just pointed to Nangong Shaoyou pretending to be Murong Feifei in the picture, although it was just a picture, Nangong Shaoyou also felt that Murong Feifei's body could not let this monk compare, and hurriedly pushed it lightly on his arm.

"Ah, it turned out to be Nangong, no, it's the donor, the little monk was fascinated for a while, and he was rude, what is the name of the donor?"

Without waiting for Nangong Shaoyou to answer, he said again: "I see that the donor is also a person who reads poetry and books, but he has studied calligraphy, calligraphy and painting. ”

"I know a little bit about one or two" Nangong Shaoyou laughed in his heart at the monk's idiocy, the so-called three poisons of Buddhism, greed and hatred, this monk is not greedy and hateful, but the idiocy is complete.

"Wonderful" Guang dragged Nangong Shao's hand very affectionately, but forgot about him pretending to be his benefactor, "Look, what's wrong with this character and painting?"

Nangong Shaoyou's heart moved, and he hurriedly observed carefully, "The composition of this painting is concise, with a fine pen in the center, such as a gossamer drawing, delicate but not weak, strong and rhyme, both rigid and soft, like a master of the house, hiding needles in the cotton"

"Yes, yes" Guang was full of joy, "the donor looked at the word again"

"This line of writing is concise and powerful, the structure is peculiar, the pen is meaningful, the middle palace is tightened, the four edges diverge, there is a great river to the east, the style of the children of Sumen"

"According to ah, the donor's analysis is very unique, although he is pretending to be someone else, he must not be a bad person" Luo Guang held Nangong Shaoyou's hand with both hands, and seemed to have found a bosom friend.

Nangong Shaoyou couldn't help but feel shocked: "This monk seems to be obsessed, but in fact, he is very sober in his heart, just now I thought that he really didn't even know that I had arrived, if I harmed him, I would inevitably be attacked by a strong counterattack." ”

In fact, Nangong Shaoyou is more worried, this Guang is like the Tang Dynasty monk Xuanzang in general, since the womb was adopted by Shaolin monks, the master who adopted him is also a martial idiot, and loves calligraphy and painting, and the tea ceremony is also deeply studied, so this Guang has learned from a young age like a master, and today I see this calligraphy and painting, it seems to be from the master's hand, naturally crazy, and he thinks that people like him are good people.

"Master, what's wrong with that?"

"Donor, please see, this character imitates the Sumen font, it should be like the valley Taoist, and the painting is imitated by Ma Yao's father, although it is not as good as those two, but it has its own style, can write such a word, the person who draws such a picture should not be a general, do you think Ma Yuan would have made a word painting with Huang Tingjian if he was born decades earlier?"

"Of course not, if the two of them make a word painting together, it will be like Liu Yong and Su Dongpo co-endowing the word, which is nondescript. ”

"Yes, but now it's like this, strange, strange? What is the reason why two people with different styles of painting can ink together?"

Seeing that this idiot monk fell into contemplation, Nangong Shaoyou smiled slightly, and walked out of the inn, his heart was worried about Murong Feifei's comfort, where did he have the leisure to talk to him about calligraphy and painting, and how many catties he had, he knew very much, and he would inevitably be ugly if he continued to talk about it.

He walked out of the inn, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, but the little sister didn't know whether it was bitter in his hands, it was really a good day, he sighed, turned back, jumped on the top of the inn, made pillows with both hands, lay on the green tiles, and looked at the night sky.

The breeze came slowly, mixed with bursts of fragrance, and a beautiful figure also lay gently beside him, and the warm little hand gently held his hand.