March 3, the spring of March is the season of spring flowers blooming and all things recovering.

The grass and young willows have sprouted green buds to welcome spring and send away the cold winter. The snowflakes have turned into streams, and the rivers are not freezing. The sun in the sky radiated a warm glow, spreading all over the earth.

The smell of moisture emanated from the earth, and the warmth of the breeze mixed with the sun dispelled the dry cold of winter.

"Chang Yu, be careful, don't run too fast, beware of tripping"

Outside the city, children are running around with paper kites, and there are many thin threads intertwined with each other between laughter. Children are powerless to untie it, and adults can only help them.

A peaceful scene.

And Lingyun City is also a grand event, every year at the beginning of March, there will be a lot of idle clouds and wild cranes people come here to gather, every March 15 the sky is clear, standing on the city wall can see the highest place of Lingyun Mountain, many people have said that they have seen the dragon here, so these learned elders are never absent.

At this time, these people all gathered in the Lingyun Inn.

The innkeeper and Xiao Er kept serving tea and water, and a circle of people stood around to watch the two people who were playing against each other in the hall. The outcome of the chessboard is unknown, and it seems that it will still take a lot of time.

As the so-called watching chess is silent, it is a gentleman's behavior, but a good game of chess is difficult for people to watch quietly, dozens of people turn their heads to each other, try to keep the sound to the minimum, and do not disturb the opponents.

"Luo Lao is really skilled, you look at the situation, Luo Lao is spread on all sides, with the center as the leader, the left and right sides of the army to strangle, up and down is just a lure but contain most of the opponent's chess pieces. The outcome is in sight."

"Brother, this is what you don't understand, although Luo Lao's layout is about to be completed, but the rear is lost and killed, the original encirclement has been broken, the dragon head is in the middle, and the troops are scattered, I think this dragon head is afraid to be eaten, and then there will be no help left and right, and it will be defeated."

Luo Lao's name is Luo Shi, although there are not too many rumors on the rivers and lakes, but in the eyes of literati and Confucian scholars, he is like a saint. He is proficient in ancient Chinese and knowledgeable. He is proficient in all kinds of calligraphy and painting, especially calligraphy, which is a must. As for this game, although it is not the first, it is also a big family.

And those who are playing against him have no name among Confucian scholars, and it can be said that they have never heard of it. It's just a teenager who is not more than eighteen years old.

The chessboard is like a battlefield, and every drop will be a part of the arrangement, which is the essence of the game.

Luo Lao is good at layout, but he forgets to improvise.

Luo Shi's chess game can be said to crush everything with the momentum of Dacheng, and the left and right are separated to the middle to encircle and kill, as the two said, the front and back are just bait, but this bait died too early.

The so-called wrong move is exactly like this, he still underestimated the young man in front of him, but he didn't expect to lose himself and fight his way out of the encirclement.

Luo Lao watched for a quarter of an hour, silently sighed and took off the dragon's head, announcing his defeat.

Put back the chess piece and salute with a fist, and said, "Childe is really extraordinary, no wonder he can convince my apprentice." Momentum and layout are important, but the son is even better, and this courage and courage make him bow. Dare to ask Childe's name?"

A proud smile appeared on the young man's face, and he held his head high, "My name is Lin Feng, but I am just a junior disciple of Lingyun Sect, Luo Lao is really polite." I heard that Luo Lao's calligraphy is the first today, and it just so happens that I also like ink and ink, so I don't know if my predecessors are willing to teach?"

Give an inch and take a mile!

The surrounding writers were all shocked, and the apprentice next to Luo Lao clenched his fists, if Luo Lao hadn't stopped him, he might have stepped forward to fight.

"Childe's courage is several times better than mine, he is not ruthless, but he can be high or low. Since the son has this Yaxing, the old man will naturally accompany him!"

"Luo Lao is really generous. Although the ink inkstone here is good, it is not as good as the Qingyu Lane not far away, so please move to it. The best text must be matched with the best ink inkstone to show its style."

The innkeeper was on the side, and after hearing this, he walked over quickly, "Young Master Lin, don't be so troublesome, you just wait here, the villain will buy it for everyone's use."

"That's also very good, but boss, you better stay and greet the guests, I can go with Xiao Er, and others don't worry about buying it." Second brother, can you come with me?"

After the two left, everyone left the boss behind, and began to ask, for the identity of the teenager, everyone was very curious, eager to know.

"Everyone is quiet!" One of the elders, about fifty years old, has the same name as Luo Lao in the world, and he is a master of calligraphy and painting. He came a little late today, and when he came in, it happened that the two sides had lost three sons, and he could be regarded as a person who watched the whole chess game.

This person has been painting all his life, that is, he can depict the world with a canvas in his hand. Painting the mountain, majestic and majestic, the weather is majestic. Painting water, thousands of postures rolling, waves surging. Painting people, with a variety of faces and excellent charm. There is almost nothing in the world that he can't paint and calligraphy, and he is also a person admired by everyone around him. It was only fitting that he would speak.

"Everybody's quiet!

The innkeeper looked at Leng Zuo and sighed silently, as if he was compassionate, making the latter at a loss. The two are also old acquaintances, and they see each other every year, and many of the paintings in the store are given by him, so they shouldn't have sighed in this life anyway.

"You've been obsessed with painting all your life, and when you came in, did you see the canvas hanging on the western wall?"

"Naturally, I saw it, this is not a metamorphosis left by ancient times, what's wrong?"

There is a painting hanging on the west wall of the inn, which shows the scene of a crow landing on a sycamore and transforming into a phoenix, which was rumored to have wandered to Zhao Wangcheng many years ago and has not been seen since. Leng Zuo didn't expect to appear in this inn, but he was focused on the chess game at that time and didn't take a closer look.

As soon as the words came out, countless people looked at the painting, and at first no one noticed anything wrong, but Leng Zuo stood stunned on the spot. This painting is by no means a deformation diagram.

At this moment, the sharp-eyed person saw the place where the pen was put and exclaimed, "This. This was actually painted by the boy just now?!"

"Exactly. In the middle of winter last year, I inadvertently talked to him about the metamorphosis picture, and it took only three days for Young Master Lin to bring this painting, and it has been hanging here ever since. This was not the case with the previous paintings, but it was. Saying this, the boss took a few steps forward, turned on the fire on the side, and approached the painting.

Then the fire appeared, and it burned over the painting, which was originally only black and white ink, but after the fire, it actually took on the color.

The brown sycamore branches and leaves are dry, and there are no other trees around it, only rocks. The head of the black crow has been transformed into a phoenix head, and the neck to the wings have turned into a colorful phoenix body, and the colored feathers are burning with scorching fire, while the back half of the body is still a crow, like a butterfly breaking free from a silkworm chrysalis.

The word deformation is obviously higher in this painting. It's amazing, it's amazing.