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There shouldn't be any defensive circle here!
Chu Danqing thought about it, and stepped on the cobblestone path, covered with a thick snow and a layer of bamboo leaves, and no one cleaned it.
The bamboo forest is mainly blue, but also mixed with yellow. It stretches high to the sky. In his eyes, it naturally becomes cyan, tender green, emerald green, goose yellow, garcinia yellow, dim yellow, etc., in various colors, from three-dimensional to flat , Has become a delicate and meticulous painting.
He shook his head abruptly, and threw these thoughts out of his mind. For ten years in deep mountain middle school art, people who learn painting are going crazy, alas, the outside world is better!
The senior sister of the doctor who was diagonally opposite just now was really beautiful. Although the master often said that there is Yan Ruyu in the painting, and he also has the power to make Yan Ruyu come out of the painting, but it is alive and beautiful, and it is different from the painting. This is also the biggest difference between him and the master. The master said this It's distracting thoughts, but he still wants to keep it.
"It's you?" Li Qingshan looked at Chu Danqing, who was looking forward to coming over.
"It's me, I'm here to see the future territory of my painter!" Chu Danqing held up his chest, and Chu Shidao asked him to visit Li Qingshan, knowing himself and his enemies, but he still hasn't figured out how to do it.
"Drinking?" Li Qingshan didn't really lie down at the desk seriously to do his own writing career, but sat down leisurely under the corridor, holding a jade cup, surrounded by wine jars.
Although the direction of writing was determined, when it came time to write, I still felt distressed. After walking around the room a few times, I suddenly remembered the hundred tans of wine Sun Fubai had given him. He hadn't drunk it yet!
I want to follow the story of "Li Bai Dou Jiu Poems". He took it out, and drank a few cups by himself. Although they were all good wines, they felt a little less flavorful.
Li Taibai still wants to "raise a glass to invite the Mingyue, and face the shadow of three people." This widow is indeed not easy to drink, thinking about it. Xiaoan is preparing for the puja, Ma Lu is hibernating, and Hua Chengzan is in retreat. Han Tieyi considered that he was also busy with military affairs and could not get out.
Suddenly seeing Chu Danqing when he was suffering without a drinker. Open up to invite.
Chu Danqing was stunned for a moment, and couldn't say what he had prepared in his stomach. He hasn't drunk much, the painter is not a poet, and he cannot be drunk all day long, so he can be confident and steady in his writing.
Smell the wine, could not help swallowing and spitting.
A clear stream is poured into two jade cups from the wine jar.
Chu Danqing, whose real name is Gougan, is 21 years old. Because of a delicate baby face, she looks very young.
When he was begging on the street when he was a child, he was discovered by Chu Shidao in his hometown. He lived in a strange bloodline, called the "blue blood pill". Hence the name Danqing, with the teacher's surname. At the age of eleven, Chu Shidao took him to the mountain middle school to paint until he left the customs a month ago. This time, he was to explore Li Qingshan's fiction.
After more than a dozen jars of wine, Chu Danqing recruited everything before Li Qingshan could talk about it. He hooked Li Qingshan's neck, and said purely heartfelt words.
"I want a woman!" Chu Danqing yelled, listening to the voice echoing in the bamboo forest, and then laughed madly.
Li Qingshan shook his head and sighed, good boy, look at the suffocation!
"you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk! Drink, let's continue drinking!"
"Can't drink anymore."
"Why don't you let me drink, I... I have money!" Chu Danqing lingered in the treasure bag for a long time, but really didn't find the money, so he took out a bunch of paintings and said, "I use paintings to pay for it!"
Then Li Qingshan also got a bunch of ready-made samples to understand the artist's abilities.
"You guys!" With an exclamation, Han Qiongzhi came to Zhuxuan.
Hua Chengchan was not there. She was busy with the second class of the Legalist family, but when she heard of who Li Qingshan wanted to bet, she still took the time to come and check, but she saw a delicate young man almost leaning into Li Qingshan’s arms and holding a wine glass to feed Li Qingshan. Liquor, suddenly struck by lightning, it turns out that he has such a preference, no wonder he is so plain to himself.
I remembered again that before Hua Chengchan retreats, he said to her that if I don't work hard, I am afraid that someone will cut off the relationship with me. Could it be that Xiao Hua also suffered from his bad hand, this Li Qingshan is not a thing, Xiao Hua just retreats, he has a new love, alas, what am I thinking about!
"Don't get me wrong, he likes women!" Li Qingshan quickly saw what Han Qiongzhi was thinking at a glance. But he never imagined that Han Qiongzhi had thought of such a complicated situation in an instant.
When the voice fell, Chu Danqing also saw three Han Qiongzhi, and the wine glass in his hand raised: "Ah, three beauties, come and drink!"
"Let's talk about it!" Li Qingshan shrugged.
"Where is the drunkard, ah, tenth level of qi refining?"
After hearing Li Qingshan's explanation, Han Qiongzhi realized that this was Li Qingshan's future opponent. I really didn't know whether he should be happy for him. He came to listen to the news. After a few jars of wine, he talked freely and gave Li Qingshan a bunch of paintings.
I think Li Daguanren, his opponents for a long time are either geniuses like Chutian, or seven hundred warriors of soldiers. Even though they are enemies of the rank of the Black Lotus Altar Lord, they have all been confronted and unscathed, but now they have to face this. An opponent is really hard to say...
"Don't underestimate him, the paintings he draws can defeat the ordinary ten-layer gas refiner." Although people have the habit of talking big after drinking, Li Qingshan believes this is not drinking talk, the four words "blue blood pill green", Certainly not just talking.
In ten years, from a little beggar to ten-level gas refiner, his level of genius is no different than that of the reincarnation of Chutian. The painter can concentrate his energy and energy into the painting and summon it as soon as he needs it, which is similar to the novelist.
But there is no need to pool aspirations, as long as there is enough time, an army can be formed. This world is so big that there are many capable people and strangers, and no one should be underestimated.
Han Qiongzhi examined Chu Danqing carefully. He really couldn't see that this drunk had the slightest genius. Even the fellow Chu Tian was still a bit mad!
Li Qingshan lifted Chu Danqing up, found an idle bedroom, and threw it on the bed. Chu Danqing immediately began to fall asleep.
Li Qingshan said, "I haven't had much fun yet."
Han Qiongzhi crossed his legs and sat across from Li Qingshan. He took the new wine glass handed over by Li Qingshan, drank it all, and slapped his lips: "Apricot Stuffed from Shilipu."
"Have you been there?" Li Qingshan was about to add wine to her, and she had taken the wine jar by herself.
"Cut, in Yunyu Building, I haven't drunk any wine."
This group of princes and young ladies huddled together in the prosperous place of Qinghe Mansion. The luxurious place of Yunyu Tower can be regarded as the desire of the mouth and tongue, and the most audio-visual entertainment.
Li Qingshan glanced at her: "Actually, I also like women."
Han Qiongzhi just drank half of the wine. Suddenly he couldn't drink it, such as lone men and widows, men and women guards, etc. These thoughts rarely appeared in his mind during his life. Suddenly it popped up, his face was three-point drunk red, and he pretended to be angrily: "Drink when you drink, why do you talk about these nonsense?"
Inexplicably wanting to hear him continue to talk, to see what nonsense he can say, she has a lot of adultery, so there is no need to blame him too much.
Li Qingshan felt that what Han Qiongzhi said was right, drinking as soon as he drank, and he said that he should learn from Chu Danqing. Are you shouting that I want a woman
His gaze fell on the pile of paintings, although he had to return it to him when Chu Danqing woke up, so I might as well take this opportunity to study and study.
Pick up one of the small paintings, on which is painted a lifelike oriole bird. Li Qingshan remembered the usage of "Cao Zi Jian Shu" and tried to infuse his true energy into it.
As if touching a hint of mystery, the oriole bird suddenly moved, flashing its wings, let out a crisp call, and broke free from the shackles of the drawing paper. Haunted a few times around Li Qingshan, and suddenly disappeared into the bamboo forest.
"Uh, I flew away." Li Qingshan looked at the white paper in his hand and was taken aback for a moment. His figure suddenly disappeared. After a short breath, he returned to his original position, holding a struggling oriole in his hand, thinking about it. How to put it in the painting again.
Han Qiongzhi was also attracted by this strange sight, and took the opportunity to get rid of the mess of embarrassing thoughts, and picked up a painting.
The wine was almost the same, but Han Qiongzhi became more energetic as he drank, and he didn't give Li Qingshan any opportunity to take advantage, which was a little regrettable.
The painting is almost the same, at least knows how to return the painting to its original place, and can consider returning it to Chu Danqing. Li Qingshan suddenly raised his head with a weird smile: "Escaped!"
Chu Danqing abruptly woke up from his sleep, remembering his behavior when he was drunk, like scratching his heart, wishing to hit the wall with his head. Not only did he never drank much, but for the first time in his life, he was living on the street. He drools at the wine shop, but in the mountains, his master never drinks.
I only hate myself for being reminded of childhood memories, some thoughts of making up, but losing such a big face. I hate myself for only staying in the mountains for ten years, and forget that the human heart is sinister and the world is difficult.
Hearing the voices of Li Qingshan and Han Qiongzhi in front of the court, they walked directly out of the window, soared into the air, and fled Yunxu Island.
I don’t want those paintings either. Fortunately, there is still a trace of sobriety. What I took out were all insignificant exercises. It didn't matter to that damn Li Qingshan, otherwise it would be too late to regret.
These pictures are mine! Li Qingshan put away the pile of paintings, and already had a plan in his mind, knowing what he should write.
The most naive person in the world is a child. Adults may be addicted to reading novels for a while, and eventually know that it is just a fantasy, but children will believe it and believe in the existence of these incredible things.
The ancestor of the novelist back then, the demon he saw was specifically for harming children.
Li Qingshan certainly can't harm children, but he knows that among the many types of novels, there is one called fairy tales. Then, every small believer, his pure heart can provide the power of hope, I am afraid that it is worth ten adults.
Fairy tales are short and concise, and it is easier to spread than large novels.
But fairy tales are also as vast as the sea, leaving Li Qingshan with no choice. Western fairy tales are afraid of being unaccustomed to the water and soil. Which one should Eastern fairy tales say? The fart king? Simple and interesting, easy to spread, and powerful and practical, a fart will fly a landslide or something...
But thinking of summoning such a character out in full view, pouting his ass... Li Qingshan felt hot even though his face was not thin.
Until I met Chu Danqing and saw his small paintings, I couldn't help but think of a very famous figure, who was listed as the three childhood idols alongside the Black Cat Sheriff and King Kong Gourd Baby, whose ability happened to be the same as that of a painter.
And these paintings will prove his existence.
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