Being Expelled From My School, I Just Want To Be Free From The World

Li Xuanxiao rolled up the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand and picked up the brush with his right hand.

The brushstrokes are light and agile, making it look like a runaway horse flying into the sky and flying away from the dust.

As his brush strokes continued to move, a beautiful picture gradually appeared on the paper.

It was a landscape painting, with undulating mountains and shrouded clouds and mist, which made people feel like they were in a fairyland.

Li Xuanxiao's brush strokes are getting faster and faster, his right hand is constantly waving, the lines in his brush strokes are becoming smoother and smoother, and the whole picture is becoming more and more vivid.

Finally, he stopped writing and breathed a sigh of relief.

He put down the pen in his hand and gently massaged the fingers of his right hand.

My fingers are a little sore after not painting for a long time.

Li Xuanxiao studied calligraphy and painting under the former master of Daye.

At that time, he swore in front of his master that he would only circulate ten paintings in the world in this life.

After that, be cautious.

The shopkeeper stood in front of the painting, staring directly at it, and his mouth opened involuntarily.

He is also a person who understands painting. At this moment, he seems to be in the world in the painting. He is attracted by the delicate brushstrokes and is intoxicated by it.

With its majestic mountains and undulating rivers, the layout makes people feel a peaceful and comfortable beauty.

It can vaguely give people a clear understanding that can communicate with heaven and earth.

Li Xuanxiao asked: "What does the shop owner think of this painting?"

It took the store a while to come to his senses, "Okay! Okay! Okay!"

He said three good words in a row.

I also felt that saying this was a bit too dry, and I was about to pour out my understanding of this painting.

Li Xuanxiao interrupted him, "Is the store willing to buy it?"

"...That's naturally good!"

Li Xuanxiao calculated the money and said, "It's not much, just give me seventy or eighty cents."

Seventy or eighty articles! ?

The shopkeeper's mouth twitched.

He was even mentally prepared, and the other party said seventy or eighty taels.

Who knew that a sentence of seventy or eighty words would come.

"Okay...okay! No problem, no problem."

The shopkeeper nodded like a fool, as if he was afraid that Li Xuanxiao would regret it.

He grabbed a lot of broken silver on the counter with his big hand and handed it to the other party without looking at it.

Li Xuanxiao narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not refuse and accepted the money with peace of mind.

All in all, this is his second painting that has been handed down to the world.

The first painting he gave to a woman.

At that time, I never thought that if I picked up my pen again many years later, I would be able to get a few taels of silver for myself.

Okay, it’s worth it!

Money can’t buy you, I’m happy~

Li Xuanxiao collected the money and left gracefully without looking back, showing no nostalgia or reluctance.

Come to think of it, he didn't even notice the name of the store.

"This guest, can you please leave your name?" The shopkeeper then remembered.

Li Xuanxiao waved his hand.

The shopkeeper was ecstatic, rubbing his hands excitedly and staring at the painting.

The more I look at it, the more interesting it becomes. I wish I could copy it right away and hold back the throbbing in my heart.

But the first priority is to frame the painting.

The names of famous paintings are heavily framed, just like the illness that delays medical treatment.

If the doctor is good, he will rise easily; if the doctor is not good, he will die.

...........

Li Xuanxiao slowly left the shop and returned to the noodle stall on the roadside.

In fact, a bowl of noodles only cost a few pennies, no matter how much Li Xuanxiao ate.

In fact, it didn't cost much. When I paid the bill, I paid a total of seventy-five cents.

The noodle vendor charged him seventy cents.

"Brother, where did you get the money?" Lin Daoling glanced at the direction of the store in surprise and whispered, "Brother, did you go grab the money?"

Li Xuanxiao knocked on his little head and said, "Who am I, your brother? How can I do such a disgraceful thing? A simple calligraphy painting can be sold for a sky-high price."

He gave the money he earned to the young housekeeper Ah Qi.

Ah Qi blinked, "That's amazing."

This was the first time she sincerely praised Li Xuanxiao.

As far as Ah Qi knew, only the private school teacher in the village could write.

Not to mention someone like Li Xuanxiao who can sell calligraphy and paintings for money.

"Sold for a lot of money."

Ah Qi muttered, I don’t know how many times I have to hit the iron to earn back the money.

She carefully put the money away so as not to lose it like last time.

Ah Qi raised his head and looked at Li Xuanxiao.

"Can you teach me how to write?"

"Hey, you two little guys, one wants to learn my sword, the other wants to learn my handwriting, one is better than the other."

Li Xuanxiao shook his head.

"If you don't teach, do you think I'm a teacher at the entrance of the village? I used to be..."

Li Xuanxiao was about to talk, when he heard Ah Qi say.

"Ah Qi will give you all the cakes from now on."

Li Xuanxiao rubbed his chin with his fingertips and nodded thoughtfully, "Well, that's not bad."

...........

People are coming and going on the street, various vendors are setting up stalls on the street, and the sound of selling is endless.

Chen Shishi looked left and right.

Since joining the Qingyun Sect, he rarely goes down the mountain.

The most eye-catching one is a noodle vendor. He stands in front of a large pot, holding a long chopstick in his hand, constantly stirring the noodles in the pot.

When the noodles were cooked, he took them out and put them in a bowl.

Add various seasonings and a bowl of fragrant noodles is ready.

The noodles are thin, long, smooth and tender, making people drool just by looking at them.

Chen Shisi pursed his lips and his Adam's apple moved up and down.

After breaking through the lower three scenes, the monks will go without food and do not need whole grains to maintain their body's needs.

But there are also many monks who still taste delicious food in order to satisfy their appetites.

"A bowl of noodles?" Mo Zhu beside him suddenly said.

Chen Shishi was startled, "Ah... no, no need..."

He knew that the senior sister had not touched whole grains for many years and had been abstinent for more than 20 years.

I must not be tempted to indulge in this desire.

What's more, this is the first time that he and his senior sister have gone down the mountain to perform a mission.

"Rest here for one night and leave tomorrow."

"good."

The moon and stars were sparse, and it was not yet curfew time.

Chen Shisi walked to the window listening to the bustling sounds outside.

He suddenly wanted to go outside with his senior sister, but when he reached the door of his senior sister's room, he stopped again.

Senior sister must be practicing now...

He took a deep breath, but after all he didn't muster up the courage to knock on the door of his senior sister's room. Instead, he came to the street alone.

Chen Shishi walked aimlessly in the streets and finally entered a shop called "Rong Baozhai".

"Hey, sir, please come in and choose what you want to see."

The shop owner didn't even turn his head, staring straight at the newly hung landscape painting on the wall. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

He didn't go home for two consecutive nights. Instead, he stayed in the shop for fear that the painting would be stolen.

He is now very conflicted mentally, and he wants to share strongly with others.

I was also worried that something would happen and someone would care about me. After all, my wealth would not be exposed.

Chen Shisi walked around the store half a circle, but found nothing that caught his eye. Seeing that the store owner was focused, he looked in the direction of his gaze.