The First Family of Tang Dynasty

　　 With these words at the bottom, Cheng Chubi breathed a sigh of relief, got up and walked to the front of Ta Chuntu, carefully examining the handwriting of the Emperor of Tang Dynasty.

　　 If there is wind, and the spring breeze is blowing, then there can be no leaves that are blown off, so the lines of the wind must be soft.

　　 The strong wind should be thick and colorful, with a slightly curved stiff line, then the gentle breeze should be the kind of soft and thin curling lines...

　　 Seeing Cheng Chubi standing with a solemn expression on this picture of stepping in the spring, he hadn't written for a long time, his brows were deep and his expression was very serious.

　　 This move also made Yan Liben, a master of traditional Chinese painting, and Li Shimin, who loves painting and calligraphy, stand up straight.

　　 As for Li Ke and Li Chengqian squatting together, they are whispering quietly.

　　 "Third brother, can he do it?"

　　 "I don't know about this, but when he took a knife to open the rabbit and the dog's laparotomy.

　　The technique is very sophisticated and ingenious, I think I should have a good hand..."

While 　　 was whispering, he saw Cheng Chubi finally finished the draft.

　　 smiled confidently, lifted the pen, and brushed... brushed...

　　 "?!?!?!"

　　 The eyes of the four adults present were all staring to the extreme, Li Ke not only stared, but also grinned.

　　 maintains the side-to-head posture of communicating with Li Chengqian in a low voice, looking like a Husky whose face value is inversely proportional to IQ, tilting his head thinking about life.

　　 Li Chengqian closed his eyes, then opened his eyes, staring blankly at the two arcs.

　　The curve with a small circle appears on the father's emperor's spring drawing.

　　 The whole person is stunned, is Cheng Laosan's wrist slipping?

　　 Yan Liben, the master of traditional Chinese painting, looked very confused, his hand holding the tea soup froze in the air, his eyes dull.

　　 Li Shimin's eyes stared like copper bells, and he should have shot lightning shrewdly.

　　 But at this moment, what is shot out is a series of lightning-like stupid force. What is this special? !

　　 Li Shimin tried to tell himself not to be angry. The little **** who ruined his proud work with a pen is a half-crazy poor junior.

　　 Looking at the two curves, he always felt that his lungs were about to catch fire and explode.

　　 Cheng Chubi saw it. He saw the darker and darker face of His Majesty the Emperor Datang raised a hand, and the tips of his fingers seemed to be trembling.

　　 "You, what are you doing on the painting?" Uncle Li's voice trembled, as if he was overly shocked.

　　 "...The two strokes I painted represent the breeze. Uncle, don't you see it?"

　　 Cheng Chubi is a little unhappy. Sure enough, the generation gap between myself and these famous historical figures.

　　 is really deep, as deep as more than a thousand years.

　　 "Hehe...wind?!" Li Shimin said directly. What kind of wind, is it still breeze?

　　 Believe it or not, I will throw you from the top of the boat into the river now and see if you can see the wind drawing circles in front of you!

　　 Li Ke looked up at the sky in despair. Brother Chubi, how can you do this?

　　 I haven't gotten sick these days. Why did I start to get sick when I came to see my father this time?

　　 Yan Liben's eyes twitched, put the tea bowl down, rubbed his nearly scalded fingers, and shook his head again and again.

　　 Really hammered, the third son of Lu Guo's family was so frustrated, I'm afraid it's still not complete.

　　 "Oh... the old man has painted for decades, and he has appreciated no fewer than thousands of ancient and modern paintings.

　　 This is the first time I have seen someone draw the wind directly. "

　　 Li Chengqian quickly reminded Li Shimin.

　　"Father, it seems that Cheng Saburo, who has recovered from a serious illness, has a talent for painting.

　　 is a new way...the same is true of his medical skills. "

　　 Take a deep breath, this is a silly, no, this is a poor baby who has not recovered from his madness.

　　I am the dignified king of a country. Is it necessary for the emperor to be familiar with this kid?

　　 If it spreads out, it will be laughed at by people all over the world, calm down, and be calm.

　　 Calm, Li Shimin is worthy of being an old driver in charge of a country, and he quickly adjusted his emotions.

　　 Of course, this is trying to control myself, without looking up to see that my heart-wrenching masterpiece "Taking Spring" was ruined.

　　 "Well, the nephew is really a very person, and his thoughts are so peculiar, which really shocked the old man."

　　 Li Shimin tried his best to squeeze out a smile, but he kept breathing in with his back teeth when speaking.

　　 "...The old man will not go around the circle anymore. I heard that you are sure to cure General Qin's old illness. I don't know if this is possible."

　　 Hearing this, Cheng Chubi, who always felt that Uncle Li was in a bad mood, was relieved, and then calmly nodded.

　　 "My nephew did say such things, and he has also proven to Brother Weide that I have such ability."

　　The confident tone and the upright figure seemed to prove that he was not stubborn.

　　 Li Shimin stroked his long beard and narrowed his sharp eagle eyes.

　　 "The old man remembers that the two Taoist leaders Sun and Yuan once said that the most dangerous thing about Qin Qing's old illness is an arrow stuck between her breastbone."

　　 "How are you going to take it out without hurting Qin Qing's life?"

　　 "Well..." Cheng Chubi opened his mouth, but didn't know how to use words to describe it. He always felt that it would be easier to explain with pictures at this time.

　　 "Uncle, can you lend me a piece of paper." Cheng Chubi's gaze fell on the table covered with rice paper.

　　 "What do you want paper to do?" Li Shimin's face went dark. Isn't it enough for you to ruin my "Take Spring Picture" once?

　　 "Uncle, this, just say it by the mouth, I'm afraid you won't understand it, it's best to supplement it in the form of a picture, so it's simple and clear.

　　 Just like me, when communicating with two Taoist leaders, Sun and Yuan, I did this. "

　　 "In that case, you can use it." Li Shimin nodded helplessly, let's take a look first.

　　 "In fact, it's like this. For me, wanting to take out the arrowhead from Uncle Qin's chest~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is a seemingly simple operation that is actually easier to solve. Why do you say that..."

　　 Cheng Chubi took out a specially customized charcoal pen from his arms, and then brushed several pens on the white rice paper.

　　 This time, Cheng Chubi drew very seriously, especially the circle that represents the head.

　　 No worse than taking the circle, a stickman with perfect posture appeared on the clean rice paper.

　　 "Look, this is the chest..." Cheng Chubi satisfactorily took the carbon pen and clicked on the middle of the straight line representing the torso of the stickman.

　　 "No, wait a while, is this a person?"

　　 Li Shimin stretched his head and Li Ke, whose eyes were staring like copper bells, pulled aside, his face turned black.

　　 "Of course, the torso, limbs, and head are all obvious, isn't it?"

　　 Cheng Chubi is unhappy. You are the high emperor, but you can't slander the efforts of an excellent medical worker at will.

　　 is a bit rough, but it's simple and clear anyhow, you can't let me spend three or five hours first.

　　 Draw a real human anatomy, and then explain this small operation to you?

　　 "Well, Nephew Chu Bi, you let me..."

　　 Yan Liben rubbed his face fiercely with both hands, strode forward, and signaled Cheng Chubi to tilt his body temporarily.

　　 "???" Cheng Chubi crooked a little bit awkwardly, and Yan Liben took away Cheng Saburo's masterpiece and threw it on the floor.

　　 Cheng Chuli's face turned black. Just about to speak, I saw this master of Chinese painting pick up the brush, huh, huh, huh...

　　 Li Shimin's face, which was darkened to the bottom of the pot, gradually returned to its normal color, and he let out a depressed suffocation in relief.

　　 "This can be called..."