During the 12th year of the Apocalypse, in late summer and early autumn, in the morning, the fog did not disperse, and the air was cool.

The fierce tiger attacked, with heavy casualties, and the martial arts master was also defeated.

There is a person in the forest, looking like a young man, handsome and handsome, with the power of the dragon and the tiger, and the fierce tiger on the ground.

The tiger surrenders, the Taoist is kind, and it is released.

The ferocious tiger fights back.

The Taoist turned sideways, lifted up on the tiger's belly, and threw ten zhang away.

The tiger retreated in fear, and the Taoist watched the tiger's evil heart and picked up the sword to cut it.

......

This man, known as the sage of the book, was only in his forties, dressed in a pale white robe, with a face like a crown of jade, and a full hall. He picked up his pen and wrote a few lines on the paper.

The historian took a look, only to feel that the font was full of charm, the strokes were neither light nor heavy, neither thick nor thin, neither Jin Ge Iron Horse, nor majestic atmosphere, but he savored it, but there was a charm of his own, leisurely and long.

The historian was in his early fifties, his face was slightly black and red, he looked at those words, and muttered: "In the past, the pen was always magnificent, like an iron hook and silver stroke, but now it has the meaning of returning to the basics, and it seems that your pen power has increased again." ”

Shusheng nodded slightly, but looking at the few lines on the paper, his brows were still tightened.

The historian asked, "How?"

Shusheng pointed to the unfinished painting beside him, and said: "The right person throws a tiger, the scene is terrifying, I think Brother Tang's painting skills will be improved, this painting will be famous through the ages, in the end, I should always inscribe for him." Like this painting, it must be Brother Tang's superb work so far, I can't be sloppy, I must practice my hands, so as not to have a business trip later, regret it. ”

The world calls him a sage, and it is a great blessing to be able to get half a sentence from him, which shows how high his attainments in writing are.

But such saints did not dare to be negligent, for fear of damaging the famous paintings.

The historian glanced at it, and the painting saint was completely ignorant of the things outside his body, so he squandered his pen and ink, for fear of forgetting the scene of the right person, and quickly drew it on the paper while he remembered that scene.

"It seems that his painting skills have also improved. The historian sighed and said, "This matter is true, not false, and since I have seen it with my own eyes, I cannot regard it as ignorance." I want to go down this matter in history, but I am afraid that such ghost and god things will not be tolerated by the official history, and even the wild history may not be able to record it, but can only be used as a joke, and future generations will not take it seriously. ”

After that, the historian sighed and said, "But you have to try." ”

The sage of the book considered the text, how to write, or how the words and sentences were, whether to modify them, and gradually, they had sunk into it.

And the painting saint has not stopped writing so far, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and the pen is as fast as the wind.

"Three adults, the young immortal elder outside asks to see you. Outside the carriage came the voice of a servant announcing it.

"Nope!"

"Let him fuck off!"

"Hugh is disturbed!"

......

These three adults are so bold that they dare to anger the immortals and offend the immortals?

The subordinate who reported the report trembled, for fear that this immortal who could subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger would not be angry and cast a thunderous fire.

Qin Xianyu stood outside the carriage and stayed for a moment.

Historian, calligrapher, painter, he originally heard Su Wenxiu talk about the identity and title of these three people, he was respectful, and he had the heart to ask to see him.

Su Wenxiu couldn't help but feel funny, and said: "These three have their own strengths, and they are all respected as saints, and some tempers are normal. This time, I came to meet the three of you, please go to the capital, but I met ......."

She looked at the fierce tiger and felt palpitations, and then at the wounded and dead, her heart was much heavier.

Qin Xianyu saw that she was in a sad mood, and his mind changed, so he said: "The sage of calligraphy and the saint of painting are all rumored figures, and many deeds are known even to me, a Taoist priest who stays at home, especially the sage of calligraphy, who has a profound knowledge of words, and has been regarded as a role model by many scholars. ”

"It is said that the painting of the Holy Tang Lord, each painting, the price is thousands of taels high, once painted a green dragon, vast and desolate, lifelike, like the ancient dragon, the price is 10,000 taels. When it was passed to the state of Chu, there was a prince who thought it was a real demon dragon, and the vast and domineering aura rushed from the paper and scared the old prince to death. ”

As for the book saint, it is a real word of gold, and a big family once asked him to depict the plaque of the ancestral hall, and he gave tens of thousands of silver taels as a reward. It is said that someone snatched this pair of plaques later, and there were many dead and wounded, and finally the plaque was broken into two, and some people found that the pen and ink had penetrated into the depths of the plaque, almost penetrating the back, which can be described as a real three-point wood. ”

"As for the Historian......"

Speaking of this, Qin Xianyu was embarrassed, in fact, he had often heard people talk about books before, and some people had mentioned the two saints of calligraphy and painting, but the historian really didn't know.

Su Wenxiu was originally in a depressed mood, but seeing him so embarrassed, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved, glanced at him, and said: "This historian, the ancestors are all writers, and all the dynasties are families that record the official history, and they are under the guardianship of Qintian, as long as they don't commit crimes, even the emperor doesn't dare to attack them." There are many virtuous monarchs in the past dynasties of the Great Virtue Holy Dynasty, and there are only a few mediocre people, but they have also been recorded in the history books by historians, and they are still shameful to this day. ”

This made Qin Xianyu very stunned.

If after the change of dynasty, there are historians who judge and record the rights and wrongs of the emperors of the previous dynasty, but it is still common. But the Great Virtue Holy Dynasty is still there, and these historians dare to record the rights and wrongs of the emperor of the current dynasty, which is surprising.

But if you think about it carefully, it is not surprising that with the historian's account, the emperor has some constraints, otherwise it may be left behind for 10,000 years. Although Qin Tianjian acted like this, which was already considered a transgression in the secular court, in fact, it was indeed able to supervise the emperor's actions.

Qin Xianyu asked a few more questions about Su Wenxiu's escort of them, and then the two talked to themselves, Qin Xianyu told her some of what he had seen and heard in the capital, but he was not an arrogant person, so he did not tell the other party about his many encounters in the capital, and did not brag about the name of Yuhua Daojun.

The dead have been buried, and the injured are mostly fine under Qin Xianyu's treatment.

Qin Xianyu was originally a famous doctor with amazing medical skills, and now that he has cultivated into a dragon and tiger real person, his true qi can save people, as long as he is not killed on the spot, no matter how severe the injury, he can save a life.

Ye Qing had already fainted, but Qin Xianyu infused him with an extra piece of True Qi, which stayed in his body, increasing his qi and blood and enhancing his physique. After he wakes up, as long as he works hard and stands hard, it doesn't take ten days and a half months to increase his internal strength by one or two inches.

Qin Xianyu is actually not good at words, and although Su Wenxiu is often busy for the Prime Minister's Mansion, he doesn't have much to say in front of him.

After a while, there was a slight silence between the two, quite awkward.

Qin Xianyu suddenly remembered something and asked, "The guards of this line have suffered heavy losses, how can you go back?"

Su Wenxiu shook his head slightly, and said: "There is a small city not far ahead, let the county order come to greet me at that time, and send some people to me, and I have already released the carrier pigeon just now, I believe that before tomorrow, someone from the Prime Minister will come to answer it, and it will not be in the way." ”

Qin Xianyu nodded, looked at the fierce tiger again, and said: "This is a demon tiger, the Tao is not low, the flesh and blood are very useful, you send someone to transport it back, the blood, brain and marrow can be preserved, and it can also be eaten." ”

Su Wenxiu frowned slightly.

Qin Xianyu knew that she had scruples, and said: "It has not been digested yet, you can let people cut out the internal organs, or you can collect some of the bones of the guards that were swallowed by it and bury them." As for this fierce tiger, it is self-edible. ”

Su Wenxiu nodded slightly.

At this time, Qin Xianyu didn't feel good about delaying, so he resigned.

Su Wenxiu was a little reluctant, and finally nodded.

Qin Xianyu groaned slightly, made a talisman on the spot, and drew a tranquilizing talisman with the cultivation of the dragon and tiger real person, which can calm the mind and calm the air, and even has the power of a dragon, which can drive away evil spirits and avoid evil.

gave this talisman to Su Wenxiu before saying goodbye to her.

In fact, everyone was very curious about this immortal Taoist, and they frequently looked sideways, and they were even more surprised to see that their young lady and such immortals could talk. At this moment, seeing the immortals leaving, they all came forward, bowed down together, and sent the immortals off.

Qin Xianyu raised his hand, released his true qi, and helped everyone up, before he said, "You don't have to be like this. ”

When he received his true anger, he departed and disappeared among the trees.

This young Taoist priest descended the dragon and subdued the tiger casually, coming and going in a chic manner.

If it weren't for the fact that this place was still in shambles, with many dead and wounded, I am afraid that everyone would only be illusory.

Su Wenxiu watched his back gradually disappear into the forest, looked at the rune paper in his hand, and suddenly sighed.

......

"The Taoist throws the tiger picture!"

The painting saint is now not confused, but his face is only as good as the appearance of thirty-six and seven, with a dignified appearance, good facial features, and fair skin. He was sweating profusely, abandoned the ink pen, looked at this picture, and gradually, he was fascinated.

It's a wood.

There was a young Taoist in the forest, holding one hand on the belly of the tiger, lifting the huge fierce tiger above his head.

This person's expression was indifferent, and the fierce tiger was full of ferocity.

A shocking sense arose.

He has profound painting skills, and he doesn't have to depict too much, but just paints everything that should be painted, and discardes everything that should be discarded.

This painting is even more dreamy than what everyone has seen with their own eyes just now, and the scene is much more beautiful.

"Brother Wang, it's up to you to write the inscription. The painter breathed a sigh of relief and said: "This is the highest work of Tang in this life, and I forgive me for being disrespectful, and please Brother Wang not rush to write, so that it is brewing." ”

Shusheng's expression was solemn, and he nodded: "You have to write down the previous picture, so you draw quickly, for fear of missing it, but now that this picture has been made, the inscription is not urgent, and let me brew for a few days, and then come to the inscription when the spirit is the most sufficient, so as not to be worthy of your tiger throwing picture." ”

The words of the Shusheng are also afraid that they are not worthy of this picture of the tiger thrown by the people, but the painting saint is not modest, only acquiesce, and said: "I was frightened by the fierce tiger today, I am only afraid that Brother Wang is not in a good state, if you can carefully brew, it is the best." ”

The historian looked at this picture and sighed: "Sure enough, it is lifelike, even if the deeds of this person throwing the tiger picture cannot be recorded in the official history, I will inevitably be recorded in the wild history." ”

Shusheng shook his head and said: "I'm afraid this matter will cause a lot of controversy, and it will not be good for your reputation, and even future generations will think that you have made it up for no reason and hit your reputation." ”

The historian sneered: "I only remember the facts, what is the reputation?"

At this moment, Master Tang, the painting saint, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and said eagerly: "Where is that immortal chief? There is such a real immortal in this world who subdues the dragon and subdues the tiger, and it is impossible to say that Tang Mou is also going to learn the Tao." ”

After that, he opened the curtain and couldn't see the young Taoist priest, so he was anxious, so he summoned a person and said, "Where is the immortal chief?"

The man was the one who had passed the word on the right spot, and he had a strange look on his face and said, "The immortal chief asked to see the three adults, but he was turned away from the carriage, and then he talked to the young lady for a while, and then left by himself. ”

"Shut out of the carriage?"

Hearing this, Lord Tang, who was revered by the world as a painting saint, was immediately furious and shouted, "Who is so rude to be so disrespectful to the immortals?" R1152