In the north of Zhongzhou in the hinterland of the Central Plains, there is a city, which is called Jingzhou.

It is the center of the world's merchants and scholars, and the title of the first city in the Central Plains, not only is it located in the Confucian Garden, which is the giant of the worldly and the cultivation of truth, but also the major famous families have made a career here, and there are as many as half.

The hustle and bustle of the world is extremely here.

Suburbs.

The spring sun is blazing, and the scenery is beautiful.

Qinchuan Imperial Sword flew over, above the clouds, the breeze was gentle, and a burst of comfort filled my heart. When I looked down, I saw a clear stream in the suburbs, the green grass was secluded, and between the fruit trees and gardens, a hundred flowers were competing for beauty, and the flowers were purple and red. Under the leadership of Mr., several Confucian scholars traveled to the spring, chanted poems and painted, and they were not at ease.

With a sigh in his heart, Qin Chuan stepped on the flying sword and slowly fell down.

I saw a young man, in his early thirties, wearing a moon-white robe, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and an extraordinary appearance. On the grass, there was a desk, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the young man stood aside, holding the brush and ink to sway, but with a smile on his face, he was content.

Six or seven Confucian scholars stood quietly, watching the young man paint, and his admiration was overflowing.

Not long after, on the white painting paper, a picture of spring scenery jumped on the paper. It attracted the admiration of all the students on the side, and the poems were endless.

But it is a clear stream, a hundred delicate flowers, three or two yellow warblers, and thousands of colorful butterflies.

"Good painting!"

I don't know when, behind everyone came a weak-crowned young man, plain white robe, carrying a long sword, not as good as the general scholarly temperament of the students, but more elegant, free and easy, like a cloud up.

It was Qin Chuan.

Hearing Qin Chuan's words of admiration, everyone turned their heads one after another and looked at the person who praised him, and there was also some pride on their faces.

Then the gentleman put down the brush, but smiled lightly and arched his hand.

"In the Lower Confucian Garden, Xu Zhiqian, a little clumsy pen, made my brother laugh. ”

"Qin Chuan. ”

After reporting his name, Qin Chuan said with a smile, "Brother Xu is too modest." ”

Cultivators have always been not bound by red tape, and so have they themselves, so they just smile back as a return gift. However, this move caused dissatisfaction among the students.

"This is Mr. Hedong, you are a mountain and wild mortal, don't be rude. ”

One of the students said.

Hearing this, Qin Chuan was a little surprised.

Mr. Hedong is not very famous in the world of Xiuzhen, but in the world, he can be said to be a famous figure, and his words and calligraphy are all unique, and he is highly respected. Unexpectedly, such a famous person would be such a young scholar.

As for the sentence "ordinary man in the mountains", Qin Chuan naturally filtered it out.

I am a person who asks questions quietly, what do I have to do with them?

"Yamano has his own opinion, and I feel that Mr. Heto's painting is wonderful, but there is something missing. ”

Qin Chuan touched his chin and stared at the painting.

Xu Zhiqian gently patted the student who had just spoken disrespectfully, and there seemed to be blame in his eyes, but he didn't punish him in front of Qin Chuan. Maybe because he saw that Qin Chuan didn't care about his students, he was a casual person, but if he brought it up again, it would seem contrived.

Immediately, he arched his hand to Qin Chuan again, but bowed quite respectfully.

"Please also ask Brother Tai to give advice. ”

In this way, all the students were slightly angry. A young descendant who doesn't know the origin, what talent can he learn, and how can he teach the famous Mr. Hedong.

"Uh......"

Qin Chuan didn't seem to expect Xu Zhiqian to be so modest, and originally wanted to excuse himself, but soon Xu Zhiqian had already handed the brush to his hand, and he had no choice but to take it.

Holding the brush, he hesitated slightly.

Immediately, among the Confucian scholars, there was a bit of disdain, and they had the posture of looking at Qin Chuan's jokes.

"Hmph. ”

chuckled in his heart, and he didn't bother to care about these people. If you want to talk about this painting, Qin Chuan really feels that something is missing, and he just hesitates, just whether to draw it in front of everyone's eyes.

"Then I'm ugly. ”

After saying a word, Qin Chuan held the paintbrush and walked to the desk.

Xu Zhiqian can be admired by thousands of people, naturally he has real talent and real learning, and this painting is a top product in terms of painting skills and layout. And although Qin Chuan occasionally learned some piano, chess, calligraphy and painting on Luoyan Peak, he was obviously not as good as the famous Mr. Hedong of the Confucian Garden.

However, it is not a painting skill to spell it yourself.

In a few moments, with a few strokes, Qin Chuan's pen animation was completed, and it was almost effortless.

"Isn't it better then?"

Putting the brush down, Qin Chuan turned around and asked Xu Zhiqian for advice. I looked at the work I wrote with Xu Zhiqian again, and I felt even more satisfied.

"Okay, good! Brother Tai is talented, Xu is ashamed!"

Xu Zhiqian stared at the drawing paper a few times, and his heart was also extremely satisfied, and he couldn't help but praise loudly.

Hearing this, all the Confucian students were puzzled, there are few people in the world who can make Mr. so appreciated, this Qin Chuan, who is the same age as them, actually has such a talent?

Immediately, they all looked towards the painting.

I saw that on the drawing paper, Xu Zhiqian's original pen has not changed at all, but on the side of the clear stream that seems to be pouring out of the paper, there is a pair of young men and women, snuggling up to each other, pointing to the yellow warbler singing happily on the tree, whispering, like a general joy and joy.

The spring time is still reflected.

It's the finishing touch!

For a while, all the students looked at Qin Chuan and unconsciously praised it.

Xu Zhiqian's painting skills are exquisite, and the world is peerless, but he only means the spring color in the form, and Qin Chuan's few brushstrokes not only skillfully cover up the clumsiness of his own painting skills, but also convey the spring of all things in heaven and earth very appropriately, expressing the meaning of God.

The heart of spring is rippling, and the spring is full of joy.

In such a comparison, it is obvious that Qin Chuan is superior.

"Brother Xu is too modest, if you hadn't painted like this first, I would never have been able to draw such a wonderful brush. ”

Facing Xu Zhiqian's praise, Qin Chuan smiled.

How many catties and taels you have, you know in your heart. In order not to lower the level of painting skills of this painting, Fang Cai has already spent a lot of effort, and naturally he does not dare to exaggerate it at this time.

Then Xu Zhiqian snorted slightly, but he didn't continue to be modest, Qin Chuan's painting skills, he could naturally see it. looked at the two men and women in love on the painting again, and suddenly smiled:

"When I look at my brother's platform, I must miss the person I like. ”

"This ......"

Qin Chuan was stunned for half a minute, then chuckled lightly, and was speechless.

If you want to talk about the reason why you stay here, you really think of Shangguan Yao. Such a pleasant spring color, seeing it at a glance on the clouds, the first thought in my heart was how good it would be to be able to go out and play with Shangguan Yao. Who knew that he saw Xu Zhiqian painting again, and on a whim, there was a previous one.

It is said that the girl is pregnant with spring, but I didn't expect that Qin Chuan also had such a time......

......

Under the castle of Gyeongju.

After chatting with Xu Zhiqian in the suburbs before, Qin Chuan was in a good mood at this time, with a smile on his face, and stepped into this city that he was once extremely familiar with.

Originally, Qin Chuan didn't have a good impression of this Jingzhou, after all, he carried the memories of his childhood loneliness, but with the gradual getting along with Shangguan Yao, that forgotten time slowly surfaced in his mind. Suddenly, I liked this Jingzhou city a little.

Of course, this time I'm here for business.

"I don't know when the Temple of the Son will act. ”

With a groan in his heart, Qin Chuan couldn't help but think.

Although after some investigation, it was discovered that the Holy Son Temple had assassinated the Confucian Garden, but they did not know when the time was set, let alone who the assassination would be. Moreover, they can't inform the Confucian Garden of this, firstly, whoever is assassinated in the Confucian Garden has nothing to do with them, and secondly, they may not believe it.

What's more, if the Confucian Garden is on guard, Moon Shadow ...... That is, when Mu Zihan makes a move, he will inevitably be ambushed and intercepted, and at that time, it will not be good.

It seems that there is only a quiet wait.

With a decision in his heart, Qin Chuan began to wander around this Jingzhou city.

For more than ten years, Jingzhou City has changed a lot, but although it is not quite the same as when Qin Chuan was a child, but walking on the street, you can vaguely see the past scenes, and your heart is full of emotion.

Who would have thought that a little beggar would become what he is today.

"Hey ......"

Qin Chuan shook his head and smiled lightly, the world is impermanent, who can guess it.

......

"Oops!"

Suddenly, Qin Chuan's footsteps froze, and he stood in place with some embarrassment.

I came in a hurry, and I forgot to ask Ye Qiuqi for some silver taels, at this time I was empty-handed, and I didn't know how long to wait in this Jingzhou City, but it became a problem to live and eat here.

It is possible to go to the Confucian Garden, thinking that they will definitely entertain themselves, but maybe there will be some friction between Zihan and the Confucian Garden in the future, and Qin Chuan naturally does not want to go. Besides, if you want him to live in the Confucian Garden for so long, I'm afraid he won't have the face......

"I've been cultivating in the mountains for a long time, it's really troublesome!"

Helplessly, Qin Chuan only felt a moment of confusion.

"This Daoist brother, I have a good elixir, are you interested in coming up with a product?"

Suddenly, a heartfelt call came from not far away, making Qin Chuan stunned. This kind of mind transmission technique must be a person who cultivates the truth!

At a glance, I saw that on the top of the restaurant pavilion on the side, a person was leaning on the carved railing, smiling at himself. But he was a young man with snow muscles and a jade face, born as beautiful as a woman, wearing a purple robe, but there was no evil spirit, just greeted himself lightly.

"That's great!"

Qin Chuan responded, and also smiled faintly.

Although he didn't have a few sincere friends in his previous life, calling friends and drinking and having fun is his hobby. This is naturally the case in this life, if someone invites you, how can you excuse yourself.

And looking at the purple-shirted young man, he is not like a person from the Demon Sect, and he has no malice.

What's more, even if it is, what does it matter? Vertical and horizontal, come and go as you like, you are both immortals and demons, and your strength in the younger generation can be regarded as extraordinary, who are you afraid of?

Isn't this the ultimate goal of concentrating on cultivation and the unity of the Great Dao?

"Haha......"

Qin Chuan laughed a few times, quite heroic, flicked the long sleeves of his robe, and strode into the restaurant.