Legend of the Great Saint

In the dark studio, the skylight casts a beam of light, and the dust floats in it, faintly, and the floor is covered with paper.

There are many different shapes and evil figures on the top, and when you look at it, you will feel the fierce breath.

However, these patterns are all not completed. It seems that the painter has just lost half of it and lost interest in them.

Yan Danqing was lying on the drawing paper, his limbs were stretched, his face was pale, and the whole person was thinned, his eyes were round, and there was fear of not being scattered.

"Dan Qing, are you ready?" An old voice came from outside the door.

"Yes, Master." Yan Danqing's weak road stood on the ground and went to the painting. It was the only clean place in the house. All the brushes were cleaned and the paint was placed. It’s neat.

In the pen wash, it is filled with the taste of blood.

There is a painting in the middle.

Yan Danqing lowered his eyes and tried to control himself not to look at the painting, and to make a good impression on the little ones, he was relieved.

It seems that this is not the painting that he personally painted, but the beast that will bite.

The door is separated by two halves, the dazzling sunlight, the influx of madness.

Yan Danqing covered his eyes with his hands and gradually saw a blurred figure and was busy with the courtesy; "Master."

Yan Shidao looked at the appearance of his disciples, and his heart was also a pity. The **** Danqing has given him an incredible talent, which allows him to draw paintings that are far beyond his level, but it also has to pay a great price. It can be described as a real infusion.

"Let's go!"

“Where to go?” Yan Danqing’s look was a bit stunned. Immersed in the world of painting and almost forgot about the test.

“Yunxu Island.”

Yan Danqing suddenly woke up, but remembered that a few months ago, Li Qingshan was drunk, his face was unnaturally red.

It was after that day that he began to retreat and paint, and he had not left the door of the studio for nearly six months.

His ugly state after drinking. It must have been spread. After all, the two sides are enemies, and this is inevitable. It’s too much to hate yourself. I clenched my hand in the axis, his shame and anger, all in the painting. I must give Li Qingshan a lesson.

Ah, so shameful! After so long, I hope everyone has forgotten this. Li Qingshan, I can't spare you!

With the feeling of embarrassment, Yan Danqing came to Yunxu Island along with Yanshidao. I saw many bamboo forests were cut down and turned into fields or orchards. Several farmer disciples were working on them.

"A violent thing." Yan Shidao snorted. This quiet and elegant atmosphere was originally suitable for painting, but it fell to the hands of the vulgars such as Liu Chuanfeng.

Crossing the bamboo forest trail, came to Zhuxuan, Liu Changqing sat down in the gallery to taste tea. Toasting a dagger, Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai sit side by side.

But these people can't attract the attention of Yan Danqing, because the abominable Li Qingshan is striding up, his face is filled with a smile of sunshine and self-confidence, and he is calmly bowed: "Master 褚. You are finally coming."

Yan Shidao nodded and said to Liu Changqing: "Liu Daoyou, here is not the place to try, why let us come here!" This is the island of his painter, he does not want to watch him being destroyed.

Liu Changqing said: "The place where the test is performed is in the military field of the military, but the novelist has some objections to this gambling, so please ask both parties to come and discuss."

Yan Danqing took Li Qingshan: "Why, do you want to escape?"

"Of course not." Li Qingshan smiled slightly and looked back at Liu Chuanfeng. After receiving the nominal approval of the novelist, he only said: "I just think this comparison is very unfair!"

Yan Danqing said: "This is what you promised in the first place. How is it unfair?"

Li Qingshan talked awkwardly: "Yunxu Island is the foundation of my novelist. Losing nature is nothing. Winning but holding it is something that belongs to us. Master, do you think this is fair?

"The reason why we promised is that it was forced to be helpless. If the painter can't come up with the corresponding bet, I ask the Liu family to cancel the test."

"Now, it's not that you want to cancel it, you can cancel it. What kind of bet do you want, let's listen?" Yan Shidao's blinking eyes stared at Li Qingshan.

He really never thought about the bet. In his opinion, the novelist must have lost. It is absolutely unnecessary to set such a bet.

Now, this kid is obviously knowing that he must be defeated, so he is bluffing and wants to flee. If he insists on not doing it, Liu Changqing will naturally not help cancel the test. I am afraid that this kid will not participate, and that the painter is compelling.

Since you want a bet, what about the bet I gave you?

Li Qingshan said: "I don't know, there is something that can match the value of Yunxu Island. Please tell the master!"

"I am a poor painter. There are only a few valuable things. There are only a few small paintings. This painting is the old man's seal. If you feel it is appropriate, you can directly recognize it if you feel it is not suitable!" The deputy painting came, proudly.

Liu Changqing blurted out: "Is it the "Day Girl Scattered Flowers"!"

Yan Shidao’s life is best for painting beautiful people. The beauty of the painting is not only vivid, but also the joys, sorrows and sorrows are the same as the real people, but there are no defects of the real people. The beauty of the paintings has surpassed the beauty of the world.

Then there is the saying that "there is a thousand tens of thousands of gems, not as good as a teacher's painting". In the entire Ruyi County, the land of the nine houses is famous.

This "Day Girl Scattered Flowers" is his seal. It is rumored that before he painted this painting, it was white hair. After painting, it was white night.

If you want to see it, you will not let it go, and you will spend a lot of money on it. He said: "This is my wife's wife, and I can't transfer it to others."

If someone else said this, I was afraid that it would be used as a dodge word. Then, when he was a teacher, he used his painting as his wife. Even Yan Danqing met the beautiful woman who came out of the painting and said that he would call a teacher.

This "Day Girl Scattered Flowers" is the true goddess left to Yan Danqing.

If you want to listen, you can only give up. You can't break this story.

The drawing axis is open, and the men present are all staying, and the drawing axes are closed.

I can't recall the face of the woman that day, just remember that the clothes are dancing, falling in the air, and the fragrance is scattered. The floral fragrance is still clear in the nose, and the face of the jade girl is gradually becoming more stable, but it is the most beautiful face in everyone's heart.

Liu Changqing’s thoughts, back to decades ago, when he was still a school lover, it was also a season of falling, a girl swaying on a swing and sipping a silver bell-like laugh, that was Mr.’s little daughter.

And the other day after tomorrow, he also read through the beautiful, and countless beautiful. Her face can't even be beautiful, but the feeling left to him is not replaced by any beauty, even if she can't.

Time flies, the feeling at that time has long been blurred, and when I saw this painting, it suddenly became clear again, just like yesterday, it was like this. Looking back and laughing, you may not be able to pour the country into the city, but you can fall in love. Even if it costs thousands of stones, it is worth it.

Li Qingshan wakes up and looks at Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai. They all look the same. At first glance, they are looking back.

Only when the 褚丹青愣头愣 brain, the master said that he would leave this painting to him as a wife, but in order not to distract him, he never looked at it with his own eyes, and the heart also had great expectations. However, I feel that it is not as good as the beauty that the master used to paint before. Anyone who has seen this painting, no one does not say good, because it is strange and worried.

Yan Shidao secretly smug, this painting is his life's hard work, completely reversed the previous style of painting, before he painted the expectations, when the practitioners put on the Lingshi, he painted the most beautiful woman in his heart.

This painting is a memory, can easily break through the sturdy psychological defense of the practitioner, touch the softest place in the heart, and evoke the most beautiful memories. Expectations may change despite the status of the status, but the memories will never fade. It is like an old wine, and the more it tastes.

What really touches you is always yourself.

Until I noticed the expression of my disciple, the teacher’s teacher was blindly confused.

Yan Danqing, eleven years ago, was just a small cockroach. All he wanted was to eat hoes. Even eating meat was too extravagant. And now, although the emotions are moving, in this respect, it is like a blank piece of paper, and there is no such thing as a memory.

If you are a teacher, use this thought to draw a hot steamed white hoe, you can really slap his mouth.

"Well, I promised." Li Qingshan said, but it is not the color and the gods, but the breath of the painting, which has exceeded the level of the spirit, but can not be called a musical instrument, or that this is not an artifact at all. It is more like a powerful creature sealed in the painting.

If it is a duel with the goddess in this painting, even his own shot ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ has no grasp of victory. All in all, it is definitely a good thing.

Moreover, Li Qingshan is only trying to maximize the benefits. If he is really ruthless, he will not give up the test. With this result, he is already satisfied.

Liu Changqing said: "Okay, then set the contract, no one can repent!"

The arrogant arguing of the island, surrounded by the high and low columns of the giant pillars, is already crowded. When the group of people arrived, the arguments immediately rang.

"Aoyama." Han Qiongzhi, who had been waiting for a long time, greeted him and wanted to give him a hug, but looked around, biting his lip and shy and didn't dare to do so.

Li Qingshan shines brightly. Today she is dressed in a red palace dress. The skirt is embroidered with a magnificent peony. If it is an ordinary woman, wearing this dress, I am afraid that it will be too gaudy, and she is only confident and unassuming. This kind of moving style looks like a burning flame, beautiful and not square.

Originally hidden behind the unrestrained habits, the noble manners of the family women gradually emerged and moved. It seems that after the date, she became more and more dressed, and the blue silk, which was originally only on the shoulder, has fallen to the back. (To be continued.)