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In the gloomy studio, a beam of light was thrown from the skylight, and dust was floating and sinking in it, and the floor was covered with drawing paper.
There are many evil ghosts of different shapes painted on it, and just a glance, you can feel a vicious atmosphere rushing over your face.
However, none of these patterns have been completed. It seems that the painter lost interest in them as soon as he painted halfway through.
Chu Danqing was lying on the drawing paper, his limbs stretched out, his face was pale, the whole person was thin, his eyes were round, and there was fear that never disappeared.
"Dan Qing, are you ready?" An old voice came from outside the door, which was Master Chu.
"Yes, master." Chu Danqing said weakly, stood up on the ground, and walked to the front of the painting. That was the only neat place in the room. All the paintbrushes were cleaned and the paint was placed. It has to be neat and tidy.
In the brush wash, the smell of blood permeated.
A painting was placed in the middle, and Chu Danqing lowered his eyes, trying to control himself not to look into the painting, and then rolled up the mounted painting little by little, only to breathe a sigh of relief.
It seemed that this was not a painting he drew with his own hands, but a beast that would bite people.
The door was divided in half, and the dazzling sunlight poured in frantically.
Chu Danqing covered his eyes with his hands, and gradually saw a blurry figure clearly, and hurriedly said, "Master."
Shidao Chu looked at the appearance of his disciple, and he felt pity in his heart. The blue blood pill gave him an incredible talent, allowing him to paint paintings far exceeding his level of cultivation, but it also has to pay a great price, which can be described as a real effort.
"let's go!"
"Where to go?" Chu Danqing looked a little dazed. I was immersed in the world in the painting and almost forgot about the competition.
"Yunxu Island."
Chu Danqing suddenly woke up, but his face blushed unnaturally when he remembered that he was drunk by Li Qingshan a few months ago.
It was after that day that he began to retreat to paint and did not leave the studio door for nearly six months.
His ugliness after drinking. It must have been spread, after all, the two sides are enemies, which is inevitable. I hate myself for being too careless. I clenched the scroll in my hand, his shame and anger were all integrated into the painting. Must teach Li Qingshan a tough lesson.
Ah, what a shame! After so long, I hope everyone has forgotten about it. Li Qingshan, I can't spare you!
Chu Danqing was worried and followed Master Chu to the outside of Yunxu Island, and saw that many bamboo forests had been cut down and turned into fields or orchards, where several peasant disciples were working.
"Violence of heaven and things." Chu Shidao coldly snorted. This quiet and elegant atmosphere was originally suitable for painting, but unfortunately it fell into the hands of laymen like Liu Chuanfeng.
Crossing the path of the bamboo forest, to the front of Zhuxuan, Liu Changqing sat on the porch and sipped tea. With a toast and nodding, Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai sat with them.
But these people couldn't attract Chu Danqing's attention, because the odious Li Qingshan was striding up to meet him, with a sunny and confident smile on his face, calmly saluting: "Master Chu. Fellow Daoist Chu, you are finally here."
Shidao Chu nodded, and said to Liu Changqing: "Friend Liu, this is not a place to compete, why let us come here!" This is his painter's island, and he doesn't want to watch him be destroyed.
Liu Changqing said: "The place of the test was in the military martial arts field, but the novelist still has some objections to this gambling battle, so please come and discuss again."
Chu Danqing stared at Li Qingshan: "Why, do you want to escape?"
"Of course not." Li Qingshan smiled slightly and looked back at Liu Chuanfeng. After getting the nominal approval of the novelist and patron, he just said: "I just think this competition is very unfair!"
Chu Danqing said: "This is what you promised personally at the beginning, how is it unfair?"
Li Qingshan talked eloquently: "Yunxu Island is the foundation of my novelist. If we lose, we will have nothing. If we win, we can only hold what belongs to us. Master Chu, do you think this is fair
"The reason why we agreed was that we were forced to be helpless. If the artist can't make the corresponding bet, I ask Patriarch Liu to cancel the competition."
"Now, it's not that you can cancel if you want to cancel. What kind of bet do you want, let's listen to it?" Chu Shidao stared at Li Qingshan with gleaming eyes.
He had never thought about the bet. In his opinion, the novelist was already a loser. It was completely unnecessary to set such a bet.
Now, this kid obviously knew that he was going to lose, so he bluffed and wanted to escape. If she insists on not, Liu Changqing will naturally not help cancel the competition, I am afraid that this kid will not participate, and said that the painter is pushing people.
Since you want a bet, what about the bet I will give you
Li Qingshan said: "I don't know, there is something worthy of the value of Yunxu Island, please let Master Chu talk about it!"
"I am a poor painter, there is nothing valuable, only a few small paintings. This painting is the work of an old man's pen. If you think it is suitable, you can, if you think it is not suitable, just confess it!" Chu Shidao took it out. The assistant painting came, said proudly.
Liu Changqing blurted out: "Could it be the "Tian Nu San Huā Picture"!"
Chu Shidao was the best at painting beautiful people in his life. The beauty drawn is not only vivid and vivid, but the emotions and sorrows are no different from real people, but they do not have all the defects of real people. The beauty in the painting has already surpassed the beauty of the world.
Therefore, there is a saying that "even if you have three thousand beautiful girls, it is not as good as a teacher." It is famous in the entire Jiufu of Ruyi County.
This "Tian Nu San huā" is the work of his pen. It is rumored that before he painted this painting, his hair was gray, but after he finished painting, his head became white overnight.
When I saw my wish, I couldn't put it down. I hope huā will buy it heavily, but he said: "This is my disciple's wife and cannot be given to others."
If someone else said such things, they would be regarded as a dodge word, but Chu Shidao used the painting as his wife all his life, and even Chu Danqing would call him his mother when he saw the beauty who walked out of the painting.
This "Tiannu San huā" is the true goddess left to Chu Danqing.
When I listened to Ruyi, I had to give up, saying that I couldn't break this story.
The scroll was opened, and the men present were all in a daze, and the scroll was closed.
I can't remember the face of the woman that day, I just remember the clothes fluttering, the falling English flying, and the champs scattered everywhere. The fragrance of huā still lingers clearly in the nose, and the face of the jade girl is changing and gradually stable, but it is the most beautiful face in everyone's heart.
Liu Changqing's thoughts go back several decades, when he was still a schoolboy, and it was also a season of falling festivities. A young girl was swaying on a swing, shedding a silver bell-like laughter. It was the husband's little daughter.
And the day after tomorrow, on each side, he also read all the beauties and has countless beautiful concubines. Her face is not even beautiful, but the feeling left to him cannot be replaced by any beauty, not even she herself.
Time flies, and the feeling at that time has long been blurred. Seeing this painting, it suddenly becomes clear again, just like yesterday, just like this. Looking back and smiling, he may not be able to overwhelm the country, but he can fall in love. Even if it costs thousands of spiritual stones, it is worth it.
Li Qingshan wakes up, and when he looks at Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai, they both look the same, looking back at the past.
Only Chu Danqing was stunned. The master had said that he would leave this painting to his wife, but in order not to distract him, he never saw it with his own eyes. He also had great expectations in his heart. However, I feel that it is not as touching as the beauty painted by the master before, and none of the people who have seen this painting do not say it is good, because they are surprised because of the strangeness.
Chu Shidao was secretly proud that this painting was a work of his life, which completely reversed the previous style of painting. In the past, he painted with expectations. When a practitioner offered a spiritual stone, he painted the most beautiful woman in his heart.
This painting is all memories. It can easily break through the solid psychological defenses of the practitioner, touch the softest part of the heart, and evoke the most beautiful memories. It is hoped that although the status and status will change, the memories will never fade.
It will always be you who really touched you.
It wasn't until he noticed his disciple's expression that Chu Shidao made a secret mistake.
Chu Danqing, eleven years ago, was just a little beggar, all his head was thinking about eating steamed buns, it was too extravagant to even want to eat meat. And now, although passion is eager, but in this respect, it is like a blank sheet of paper, there is no memory at all.
If Master Chu, with this mind, draw a steaming big white steamed bun, it would really make his saliva straight out.
"Okay, I agree." Li Qingshan said, but it is not the lust and the gods, but the aura that the painting exudes. It seems to have exceeded the level of a spiritual tool, but it can't be called a magical tool, or that it is not a tool at all. , More like a powerful creature sealed in the painting.
If it is a duel with the celestial woman in this painting, even if he shoots himself, he is not sure of winning. All in all, it is definitely a good thing.
Moreover, Li Qingshan is just striving for the maximization of profits. If Chu Shidao is really nothing, he will not be able to give up the competition. With this result, he is already satisfied.
Liu Changqing said: "Okay, then make a contract, no one can repent!"
The military strategists contend for the island, and there are already crowds on the huge pillar stands that are scattered around. Seeing a group of people coming, the discussion sounded immediately.
"Qingshan." The long-awaited Han Qiongzhi hurried up to meet him, trying to give him a hug, but looked around, bit his lip, shy and didn't dare to do so.
Li Qingshan’s eyes lit up. Today, she was wearing a red palace dress with magnificent peonies embroidered on the corners of the skirt. If an ordinary woman wore this dress, she would look too gaudy, and only her self-confident and open temperament. Such a moving demeanor looks like a burning flame, beautiful and indispensable.
The noble demeanor of the ladies of the family, which was originally hidden behind the unrestrained habit, gradually manifested, and it was so touching. It seems that after dating, she has become more and more able to wear clothes. The blue silk, which was originally only shoulder-length, has fallen behind her unknowingly. (To be continued...)
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