Miss Liu Xin was resolute in her work, and as soon as she had dinner in the afternoon, she instructed the servants to move the same furniture to the ink courtyard. In particular, a box of rag dolls was carried in by several servants, and Ink wanted to pick one up to take a look, but was directly blocked by Xiao Nizi, who was guarding the food.

Brother doesn't rob it, is it necessary?

However, the eldest lady didn't understand the strange eyes of the servants around her, but the dozens of years old soul of Ink had long known what it meant that those people's eyes were wrong.

But I'm not the oppressed party, isn't it good for everyone to be pure?

Directly the city lord's wife, Han Fu, came and looked at her daughter and ink with a smile. It makes people uncomfortable.

Anyway, Shui Mo is old in his heart, and it doesn't matter what happens, but Miss Liu seems to have suddenly opened her mind, but now she blushes and runs directly to her mother, burying her head and pretending to be an ostrich.

"In the future, I will let Mother Zhang serve you, children don't be greedy for fun!" The city lord's wife was afraid that the two children would go crazy and not know how to cultivate, so she directly admonished.

The two villains nodded silently and did not speak.

After the servants packed up and left, Han Fu left her daughter and left Ink to ask questions alone.

Ink was watched by others very weakly, and the thing was not done by himself, but it was inevitable that he could not explain it clearly, and explained: "Auntie, this matter has nothing to do with me!"

"Oh, you know what I'm going to ask before I even ask?"

Isn't that obvious?

"Your uncle has been keeping an eye on Zhou Bin's affairs, so I knew a lot of news for the first time. ”

So what else do you ask? Ink has let go of his heart, and he is innocent!

Seeing the sheared eyes of the city lord's wife and her smiling expression, Ink involuntarily took a step back.

"The shopkeeper of the Drunken Immortal Mansion said that you made an amazing poem?" Han Fu asked.

Ink hurriedly shook his head in denial.

"Then where did you hear that! The old lady doesn't care if you admit it or not, she pulls you to write it to know if it's true or not. Tonight, your uncle and I will come to pick you up in person!" The city lord's wife left a sentence and turned to leave.

Sure enough, if there is a daughter, there must be a mother! No wonder Xin'er is so violent.

I didn't have the heart to cultivate in the afternoon, thinking that it was a big deal that the boat would naturally go straight to the bridge, and the only ones who knew about it were my uncle and them, and I thought that I would do a good job for myself, so I didn't care about it.

Approaching midnight, the pedestrians on the street began to sparse, and the shops were no longer customers, Xiao Er sat in the corner, dozing off little by little, and only those who were in charge of the shopkeeper were still settling the day's income by the dim candle flame.

Ink walking along the street accompanied by the city lord and his wife, seeing this picture, the sun rises, the sun sets, and the cycle repeats, is this a person's pursuit?

Shaking his head, being able to cultivate, constantly pursuing the limit, breaking through the limits of longevity, immortality is everyone's pursuit, those people are just in the game!

The Drunken Immortal Building has long been closed, there is only one shopkeeper at the door, the chef Xiao Er has already left, and today the Drunken Immortal Building is only present with four ink people.

In the hall on the second floor, on the huge wall, a picture of a lady is painted on it, and the back is fluttering, which leads people to reverie.

On the other side, the pen and ink were ready, and the ink picked up the pen in the expectant gaze of everyone, and hesitated slightly, wanting to dip some ink.

At this time, the city lord's uncle suddenly stopped speaking: "Mo'er, if you don't want to write, forget it, uncle won't force you, you don't admit that you always have your own reason." ”

On the one hand, I thought that this was indeed not my originality, and on the other hand, I did not have the mentality of being in the limelight, and low-key was the king. Now that they're all here, they don't want to have temporary stage fright.

Shui Mo shook his head: "I just don't want to attract attention, but my mother entrusts me to my uncle, and I will listen to you." ”

After speaking, he lifted the pen in the expectant eyes of others and reached out to write.

But after several breaths, it still didn't fall, not only the city lord and his wife, but even the shopkeeper Liu thought that ink and wash could not be written by plagiarizing poetry.

But Shui Mo turned back to them with a red face and said, "My handwriting is ugly, isn't it okay to ruin such a good painting?"

Several people gritted their teeth with hatred, and the city lord's wife spoke: "Write!"

That momentum, who is the city lord?

Ink and wash rid of distracting thoughts, lift the pen in the air, and read those verses in his mouth: "There are beautiful women in the north." Peerless and independent. A look at the city. Then look at the country. Rather than know the city and the country. Beautiful women are hard to come by. ”

As his words came out, the pen in his hand fell involuntarily, and a few lines appeared in the blank space of the picture.

The pen fell, the wind came, and they gathered upstairs.

A peaceful atmosphere surged here, falling on the picture, and a few handwriting like crabs crawling fluttering like fairies.

The fog rose, and the entire Drunken Immortal Building was wrapped in thick fog, like a fairyland!

A woman turned her head and smiled, walked out of the painting, and came to everyone, with a smiling face and a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to speak, and saw through people's hearts.

The ink figure is small, and the height is a little different, so you can only look up. The woman had a smile on her face, squatting down gracefully, flush with the ink.

The heart beat faster when people look at the ink, and the mouth is dry, and I can't help it.

"Thanks to the son's attention, the slave family has been able to transform, and there will be something to repay in the future. The woman said to the ink on her face that was flushed.

"No, no thanks!" Ink was a little incoherent and his head was hot. Meeting on the spot makes people's hearts beat faster than watching movies without clothes.

"Please also give the name of the child!" said the woman in the painting softly to the ink.

The ink did not react at all.

"Please also give the name of the child!" said the woman in the painting again, her voice a little aggrieved and heartbreaking.

Ink was still stunned, as if he hadn't heard it, and he didn't wake up until Han Fu slapped it behind him. Seeing that the other two men also looked fascinated, Shui Mo hurriedly mourned for his uncle who was the city lord.

"Please give the slave a name!" the woman spoke again, with tears in her eyes, which made people feel a sense of pity.

Ink was prepared this time, and after a little suppression, he sobered up, and said to the woman in front of him: "If you become a demon in the painting, you can call it a painting demon." ”

The woman bowed to the demon Yingying, smiled back at the two people next to her, and walked into the painting.

The clothes and ribbons are flying, the picture in the painting changes, Wang Tu hegemony, mountains and rivers Sheji, a beauty stands in the distance, will look back and want to look back, let people give birth to a look at his face**, looking at it for a long time, as if really seeing her look back, smiling at herself.

The literary atmosphere dissipates and is absorbed in the painting, and some of them are like a dream.

The owner of the Wenhua Pavilion was awakened late at night, looking at the place where the cultural energy gathered and dissipated, and there was some realization in his heart.

Farther away, some great Confucians looked in the direction of Tianyang City and muttered to themselves: "The talent is surging, the pen is shocking, there is a genius who has appeared, I don't know if it is my Confucian disciple or the disciple of the Holy Gate?"

Zhou Bin was also in his own courtyard, and he didn't realize that this vision was made by the people in the courtyard next door, and he only felt that his aura changed suddenly and his breath was surging.

"One life, two fortunes, three feng shui, four accumulation of yin virtue and five merits! What the old guy said is true, the red dust refines the heart, and there are excellent talents in all veins of cultivation, but it is a pity that those worldly people do not understand the avenue, and blindly bury themselves in penance, and in the end it is just a void!

Ink was also a little shocked by this result, and he didn't expect to make such a big move.

But when I saw the two people who hadn't come back to their senses, I couldn't help but be happy.

Seeing that everything was calm, the two of them were still standing, revealing the appearance of a pig brother, and in the ink-cut eyes, the city lord's wife twisted her husband's waist. Ink clearly saw his uncle's face distorted, and a stirring spirit woke up. Seeing his wife's ugly face, he asked others for help.

Shopkeeper Liu also woke up when he heard the voice, he didn't care about the eyes for help, apologized, and left in a hurry.

Shui Mo also ignored the gestures in his eyes, compared to the city lord's uncle, he was still afraid of his aunt a little more, a look, a momentum, let himself not have other ideas.

spread his hands, saying that he couldn't help.

So, the usually mighty city lord was like a little quail, and said to his wife: "Madam, listen to my explanation!"

If Shui Mo was not there, and only two people were present, Shui Mo had no doubt that his uncle would kneel on the spot.

Seeing that my aunt didn't speak with a straight face, it was useless for my uncle to say all the good things, and the ink and wash were a little yawning when he heard it, and he just flipped through a few words, and he didn't have any intention at all.

So he opened his mouth and said: "Uncle, look, can you help me hide today's matter, after all, the movement is too big!"

"Yes! It's important to get down to business!" Liu Yun immediately got up, just mix it up first, and then you can pass the test by coaxing casually.

"Madam, what do you think of this?" Liu Yun did not forget to divert his attention and let his wife's spirit be elsewhere.

Han Fu took a sip of water, and his face was frosty: "You are the city lord, do you have to ask me about such a thing?"

"Then according to Mrs. Will, what should I do?" Liu Yun still looked like a little daughter-in-law, and said that he couldn't let Ink Gao take a look.

Han Fu glanced at the two of them, one big and one small, and said, "If you don't want to admit it, then confuse the water." Let out the wind first, saying that this poem was overheard by Mo'er. In the case of talented people in the vicinity, people keep guessing the identities of those people, and they can also use the mouth of their own shopkeeper Liu to say that he was hiding on the side at the time, and what he saw and heard vaguely at the scene. If you get a few more versions, they all have to be plausible, the kind that makes people continue to dig deeper. At that time, the attention will naturally be turned to finding people, and the restaurant will be ignored. ”

"By the way, we can also further increase the price of the restaurant, do it according to Moer's method, and insist on limited supply. The family spends so much money up and down, how can you be worthy of your position as the city lord if you don't make money well, if you want to collect some bribes, the imperial brocade guard is still checking tightly, and the city lord of the city next door was robbed last month. I want to marry you and endure all the hardships, my own man is still not thinking about himself, he is fascinated by a painting, and he is still sad to think about it!"

Ink was stunned on the side, this is the final boss!