Movie World Traveller

Just entering the backyard, the little girl came over to pick up Jiang Hao and looked at Jiang Hao with a smile. "Miss said that your calligraphy is better than poetry. I also feel so. Miss is waiting for you in the back, come with me."

"Thank you, Caiyun girl," Jiang Hao said with an arched hand.

"You know my name is Caiyun?" The little girl looked at Jiang Hao with interest.

"Naturally remember what people say, not to mention young and beautiful Caiyun girl." Jiang Hao said.

There was no light taste when speaking these words. Others could only praise him as a compliment. The little girl listened to her heart.

The little girl looks fifteen or sixteen years old, has a slightly fat baby face, looks very cute, but is not tall, only about one and a half meters, plus fair skin, so it looks older than the actual age Younger teeth.

However, Jiang Hao knows that the age of this little girl in front of me is probably 300 years without 500 years, otherwise it would not be possible to reach the level of senior ghost general.

The little girl walked in front, led Jiang Hao to the backyard, and turned over two porches. This place was far away from the main building of Yuxian Tower, and suddenly it was noisy and looked very elegant.

As soon as he walked to a loft, Jiang Hao heard a sound of piano. He slowed down and Cai Yun led him in. Jiang Hao found that it was a living room with a low table filled with tea sets, There is a small stove with a charcoal fire next to the tea pot, the boiling water tool, and a pot of boiling water on the stove.

The sound of the piano came out from behind a bead curtain, because the candlelight in the room was dim, and a faint figure could be seen faintly touching the piano, but could not see the face.

Jiang Hao knew that the ancients liked this tone.

Faint, like smoke.

Express a kind of hazy beauty.

It doesn't look real but it is the best place to itch and catch your mind.

Cai Yun asked Jiang Hao to sit down, gave him a smile, and turned to leave, leaving only Jiang Hao and the Yuxian girl behind the curtain in the room.

This song Jiang Hao has not heard of it. The quiet end of the song brings a coldness, Jiang Hao understands music, and he can hear a faint sadness from the sound of the piano.

"Coo coo ~ Hoo!"

The clay jug boiled water and spewed hot air from the lid.

Suddenly Jiang Hao came to nature. He wanted to be in the world of Infernal Affairs. His favorite thing was to cook tea and drink tea in Taoism when he was okay. This way he can think about many things. If he is tired, let him go.

Take the cloth towel next to it and pad the clay pot handle, pick up the kettle, first wash the purple sand pot and tea cup next to it, and then get a pot of boiling water into the pot. This is called a warm pot.

He picked up a bamboo pot holding tea in front, opened it and smelled it, and then opened several others to smell it. Finally, he picked one of them, drained the water from the kettle, put the tea in the purple sand pot, and then started rinsing. Soak up.

Jiang Hao did nothing wrong, he did not pursue the tedious steps in the tea classics, and brewed according to his favorite and most accustomed way.

Not long, a scent of tea came out, and lightly scattered in the room.

Smelling the tea, the woman who played the piano raised her head and glanced at Jiang Hao. At this time, Jiang Hao was pouring tea.

At this moment, the woman's last piano sound was finished, and the room was quiet.

"Girl Yuxian, why not have a cup of tea and **** craft?" Jiang Hao whispered softly.

Hua Lingling ~!

For a while, the beaded curtain rang, and the woman lifted the curtain, and came out of the room. Jiang Hao looked up and looked at the pair of phoenixes. This woman felt very special, but Yan Ruo Tao Li gave people a coldness. I feel that although I am in a blue building, I am full of pride.

"please!"

Jiang Hao pointed to the tea tea which had been poured in the opposite direction.

The woman sat down, shaking her sleeves, and gently holding the tea cup loose to her mouth with her two hands, she took a sip.

"The taste is very special, nothing added, only bitterness but bitter sweetness." The woman's voice was like a clear spring.

It sounds good, but it's just like a mountain stream, showing a cold taste.

Jiang Haoxin said that perhaps it was her high-cold temperament that would attract so many people to her, because after all men have more cheap bones.

"Why make tea like this?" Yuxian asked Jiang Hao looking at him.

Jiang Hao said gently: "Brew a pot of strong tea, choose a quiet place, and drink by yourself. You can refresh your mind and inspire, or you can drink slowly. Enjoy the quiet beauty of the years. Invite fellow friends to make tea. Essays! "

Jiang Haoxin said that since you are a young literary girl, you betray Gao Lengfan, so let's pretend that Jiang Hao is very good at pretending.

The woman took another sip of tea and asked, "Jiangzi has written a few poems just now, but have all the‘ Qin Qi, Calligraphy, Painting, Poetry, and Tea 'been studied? ”

"Dare to say that there is research, just a little understanding."

"How did Jiang Jie feel from listening to my piano just now?" The woman asked.

Jiang Hao groaned slightly, "Quiet, elegant, indifferent." After speaking these words, the woman's look remained unchanged, but Jiang Hao had not finished, and continued, "Sad, lonely, cold!"

The woman's eyes flickered a bit, she did not expect that the man in front of her really understood all the meanings in her piano, in fact, the sound of the piano was her voice.

The woman looked up at Jiang Hao. "I read the calligraphy of Jiang Gongzi. It's very good. Does Jiang Gong understand painting?"

"Do you have a place to paint here?" Jiang Hao asked.

"The back room."

Jiang Hao stood up directly, opened the curtain and walked into the back room. This is not a boudoir, but more like a study. There is pen and ink on the table next to it. Jiang Hao thought about it and said to the woman: "You are here Then sit down and I draw a portrait of you. "

Yuxian hesitated a moment, sitting in the seat with the candlestick beside her, and her face was more three-dimensional.

Jiang Hao began to look carefully for a while, and quickly started to paint.

He is also professional in painting, especially for portraits of people. He has his own unique method of painting. His composition, color, strokes, and strokes are far beyond this era. About a time after the time, Jiang Hao put down his pen, facing Yuxian. Beckon.

"Come and see how."

The woman stood up, walked slowly to the desk case, and looked at the painting on the table with the help of candlelight. She was surprised to find that the painting was very different from the ordinary lady's picture. The characters in the picture in front of her looked like real Just as leaping on paper.

The paintings of the past are flat and pay more attention to lines. Many of the paintings are large groups of colors, but they bring the whole person to life.

"I've never seen this painting?" The woman said in surprise.

Jiang Hao smiled, although you lived for a thousand years, but you were in front, I lived in the next thousand years.

"I invented it myself. If Yuxian girl likes it, I can teach the girl." Jiang Hao said.

The woman nodded.

Looking at Jiang Haoxin, since he learned to paint, he stayed for an extra day, and he would not be late to eat after learning to paint.

Jiang Hao spread out another piece of paper, pressed it with paperweight, and said to the woman, "It's better to draw a picture, I will teach you next."

The woman did not think much about Hunting Heart Hi. When she came to the table case, Jiang Hao stood behind the woman, and their bodies were only separated by one punch.

"What do you want to paint, according to your copy?" The woman asked.

Jiang Hao shook his head: "Repaint a new one, and learn faster like that, eh ~~, just draw me."

The woman looked at Jiang Hao, took down his face, and began to paint on rice paper. The woman explained how to paint the pen while drawing Jiang Hao, but the woman always couldn't change her previous drawing habits, and once again painted the wrong picture.

"No, I'll teach you."

Jiang Hao grabbed the woman's hand and took the woman to paint together.

The woman's body took a moment to let Jiang Hao hold her little hand to draw. Jiang Hao only felt that the woman's hand was cold and greasy in the palm of her hand. There was no temperature, similar to that of litchi's little hand.

It's just that when the woman grabbed her by hand, the woman was obviously resistant. As a woman in a blue house, is it supposed to exclude men from touching?

The two taught one by one. The closer and closer the body was, the woman was not rejecting being held by Jiang Hao and relaxed a lot. I do n’t know how long it took. The two completed the painting together, but this is the first study of a woman. , Jiang Hao's appearance is painted a bit ugly.

"Giggle ~!"

The woman suddenly laughed.

"So you're the ugly one," the woman pointed at the painting.

"Don't you make me ugly?"

"No, you are so ugly, but you are ugly without knowing it," said the woman with a smile.

During the joke, the two eyes met and their bodies were fixed at the same time. Jiang Hao immediately exhibited the "Charisma" technique.

This skill is rarely used by Jiang Hao ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It is mainly that Jiang Hao is enough to attract women, and often he does not use this skill at all.

The woman's body freezes, and looking at Jiang Hao for a moment is a bit lost, as if falling into a place of warmth, and at the same time feeling that the whole body is crisp and numb, and has no strength,

Jiang Hao looked at the woman's dark and bright eyes, as if she could see her face in her pupils.

At this moment, Jiang Hao moved a little purple gold gourd in his palm.

"Close!"

The Zijin gourd started, grabbing the woman at once, the woman was shocked, but most of her mind was still immersed in this intoxicating eyes, her body was numb and she could not use mana, and the next moment, she was sucked into the gourd space.

Only Jiang Hao was left in the room.

He touched the Zijin gourd and murmured to himself: "Is it a bit too scumbag to collect people in this way?"

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