"I studied martial arts, why did you teach me Taoism? Martial artist, iron-bone bronze fist, sweeping all evils, can seniors teach me the way of martial arts."
"Fart, the power of Taoism, the sky and the earth, the yin and yang on the top, the practice to the extreme, even the ability to change the stars, nothing can't be, martial arts? I, I, I, I, I heard that mysterious person is full of With a disdainful voice, Xiao Du looked confused and shocked..."
"Who is this mysterious person? Why did you say such earth-shattering words? If you want to know the funeral, please listen to the next decomposition. That's it for today, let it go!"
Cut, there was a boo in the crowd, everyone scolded and laughed, but saw the storyteller humming a little song in his mouth, and began to tidy up the stall in a leisurely manner.
"Mr. Sir," someone ran to the storyteller and called him twice. As soon as Mr. Storyteller looked up, he saw a handsome young man in front of him with a scroll of scrolls in his hand. He looked seventeen or eighteen years old. His figure was a little thin. In the clear eyes, there was a hint of slyness: "Little Brother, today's book can be finished, if you want to listen to it again, you can come back tomorrow."
"Hello, sir," the boy respectfully bowed to him: "Lu Cheng has been listening here for seven consecutive days. The content of the story of Mr.'Giant' is bizarre. Everyone who has heard it is fascinating. Lu Cheng would like to ask. Is there really a magical power in the world to kill the enemy and move mountains and seas
"Hahaha!" A big guy in the crowd walked halfway and turned his head and shouted: "Little brother, you also said that it is a story. Those with the surname Huang will brag here. If you don't hurry up, the court has orders to promote ghosts and monsters. Mythologist, severely punished and never neglected, beware that someone immediately arrests you together."
Catch me? Hmph, I am the first assistant of the court, Lu Mingxian, the chief of the family of Lu Mingxian, who is more than ten thousand people. Who dares to arrest me
Lu Cheng was young and energetic, and was about to refute, so he listened to the storyteller Mr. Huang with a smile and mentioned something and shook his head: "Can you say that you can’t do it, it’s not true wisdom, it’s not true story, brother, ask yourself Well, if you believe it, he has it, if you don't believe it, there is no..." "Send you a word, if you can let everything go with him, you will be more comfortable in the world..." Mr. Huang was already far away.
"If you believe it, he has it, if you don't believe it, there is no!" Lu Cheng left the teahouse as he experienced it carefully. Hearing this, this surname Huang has really seen it? However, let everything go with him, it may not be a comfortable person. Could it be that Lu Cheng will let him go all my life and be Ding Xiaosi's family
He walked out of the teahouse and looked up at the street. There were high-rise buildings everywhere, people coming and going, and the prosperity of the capital was all in his eyes.
This is the capital of the Dajian Dynasty. Dajian City is known as one of the strongest capitals in the world. The Dajian Dynasty was established in 301 years. It has grown from a small frontier town with a population of less than 100,000 to more than 90 prefectures today. The super empire with a population of 100 million has exhausted the efforts of many generations of emperors.
Today’s sage Du Mengdao, ascended the throne at the age of seventeen, made great efforts to rule and re-used Ming ministers. He reigned for more than 20 years and made the country the first in history. Wenzhi Wugong also flourished for a while, and the Dajian Dynasty entered the most glorious and most prosperous. Time, the history is called "the rule of the Taoist and the virtuous".
And Lu Cheng is the Emperor’s Ming Minister, the first assistant to Lu Mingxian's second son, Lu Zhiwu's personal little Si, today Lu Mansion finally came to the famous beauty of the capital, one of the three generals of the dynasty, General Pingxi General Shi Poshan’s daughter Shi Miaoyin. Come to play.
In order to please Shi Miaoyin, Lu Zhiwu spent countless thoughts, and finally used a few treasures to ask a painter in Beijing to paint a landscape painting for him.
After Lu Cheng went to get the painting, passing by this teahouse, thinking that it was time to tell the story every day, he hesitated for a moment or had the courage to listen to it before going back.
"Fortunately, he doesn't talk very long every day. Although it takes a while, it can be perfunctory. There are beautiful women present today. Shouldn't that bastard Lu Zhiwu get angry?" Lu Cheng quickened his pace and thought as he walked, thinking about dealing with Lu Zhiwu for a while. , I thought of the story that Mr. Huang had said for a while, just rushing, didn't notice the flash of the person on the other side, a big man with a smelly body suddenly ran into his arms.
"Ah!"
The two bumped into each other. The big man was big and powerful, and immediately knocked Lu Cheng into his back. Lu Cheng only felt a pain in his nose, so he subconsciously touched his nose and then dropped the scroll on his hand. To the ground.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, brother, are you okay, what is this!" The big man's wretched face was completely out of proportion to his figure, and he hurriedly handed Lu Cheng hand in hand, picking up the painting with one hand.
"Don't touch my painting" This painting is worth hundreds of gold, take your stinky hand away. When Lu Cheng saw the big man picking up the painting, he hurriedly got up to stop him.
But the big man unconsciously not only grabbed it first, but also made a splash, opened it on the spot and looked at it: "Wow, it's good to draw."
"You----" Lu Cheng stretched out his hand and grabbed it, but forgot that the big man had already unfolded the painting. Both of them used their hands hard and heard the sound of a'chi'. The painting split in two on the spot, tearing it apart. Cracked.
"My god!" The big man exclaimed, looking up at Lu Cheng, and suddenly tossing the painting in his hand, saying that the moment Lu Cheng stayed in the field, he turned and ran, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
"Damn it" Lu Cheng looked at the painting in a dumbfounded manner, and was stunned for a moment, a frightened coolness spreading from his heart to his mind.
It's over, -----------Second Young Master's painting to please beauties is torn? Does Lu Cheng have the heart to run away
This was simply a shocking event. Not to mention the invaluable value of this painting, it is incalculable that Lu Zhiwu's bitch temper is life-threatening.
Had it not been for my discoloration by Lu Cheng, the appetite of Lu Zhiwu would have died ten or eight times in the Lu Mansion.
Lu Zhiwu's loyalty, sincerity, benevolence, and thickness are the four big brothers and sisters. Only me, Lu Cheng, has been working as if walking on thin ice for three years. Other people who are not like leeks have to recommend them every year.
Is this really over
"Run?" Go there? The world is so big that it is not easy to find me with the power of the Lu family. Unless I can escape to another country, I am afraid that I will be killed by someone without going to another country. what to do? What should I do
Lu Cheng's mind turned upside down to think about countermeasures, and at the same time he couldn't help but walked slowly towards Lu Mansion.
"Selling paintings, selling paintings, selling all kinds of landscape and figure paintings, professional portraits, paintings, reproductions, guaranteeing quality, such as fake replacement, come, guest officials have a look, take a look. Paintings. No, no money.—"Suddenly the sound of selling paintings came from the side of the road.
With an idea, Lu Cheng ran over half-believingly, only to see a young and thin middle-aged scribe set up a booth with several paintings hanging behind him.
"This little brother, do you buy paintings or do paintings?" The middle-aged scribes knew what they were doing when he saw the broken paintings in Lu Cheng's hands, and asked with a smile on his face deliberately.
Lu Cheng quickly took out the broken painting in his hand and respectfully said: "Sir, my painting is broken, can I make up for it?"
The middle-aged scribe pretended to lower his head and looked at it: "Good painting, good painting, brilliant, majestic, and good-looking-Jun Shangxian, eh, why is there no signature? Who painted it?" Jun Shangxian? The name of this painting is strange, the word Jun, how dare ordinary people mention it? No wonder there is no painter's name on it.
With a polite expression on his face: "The painting is a good painting, but unfortunately it was torn apart, brother, I can't do anything about it. The world has always been painting, there is no painting, am I not a god?"
Lu Cheng smiled in his heart, what do you know? That love letter both greeted the powerful and pretended to be high-minded. Whenever he painted for the royal family, he would not write down the money, so it was rumored that he would never paint for the royal family.
"What should I do, this painting is broken, I must be punished when I go back, can there be other ways to recover him?" The voice was momentarily grief and cries, and he was a good acting genius.
The middle-aged scribe quickly patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, don't worry, wait for me to see, um, this painting is a bit of the style of the Nanpai Lushan real person, hey, the more you look at it, the more it looks like, why? I'll do it for you. How about a repainting? But this painting is a bit difficult. You also know that Lushan's paintings are the most difficult to imitate. The price is...?"
As long as the image, how much money is fine, Lu Cheng can only be a dead horse doctor. Although he doubts in his heart, he still respectfully asks, "How much is the image painted by Mr.? The money is not a problem."
"Hahaha, it's not that I'm Yan Jingshen, I promise to live out the fake, you have to see the difference, I don't charge money." It turned out that this person was called Yan Jingshen.
"Are you Yan Jingshen?" Lu Cheng was really overjoyed this time. Yan Jingshen was the royal painter of the Dafeng Dynasty next door to the Dajian Dynasty, and his status was no less than the love letter of this dynasty. In addition to his own good paintings, he is also good at imitating others. I heard that the real he imitated is fake and it is hard for others to see.
This is too fake, is Yan Jingshen a random encounter on the side of the road? Are you okay to run our Dajian Chao to set up a stall? Lu Cheng was delighted and surprised, and looked at him suspiciously.
Yan Jingshen probably saw his distrust, and shook his head and said, "Oh, I am not from the Dafeng Dynasty. My surname is Yan, but I think my paintings are not worse than him. My friends also call me Yan Jingshen. ."
"Let me just say it," Lu Cheng's eyes made it clear to me, but he still maintained the respect he was just now: "Then please ask Master Yan to repaint it for me."
Na Yan was so shocked that he was really capable, didn't talk too much, and wrote his pen. Without a meal, a pair of "Junshangxian" almost exactly the same as the original one appeared on the paper, and Lu Cheng held it in hand with surprise. Up, look left and right, it seems that there is no difference, it is almost the same as the one printed on the mold.
He entered the Lu Mansion at the age of seven. Not only was he literate, but he also learned a little about piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy. Otherwise, he would not stand out as the second son's personal boy. Lu Mansion left.
As soon as Lu Cheng walked away, the wretched man who knocked him down with his back foot and tore his painting to pieces appeared next to Yan Jingshen, he hehe smiled: "Sure enough, it's a big fish, come and divide the money. Hahaha"
"You little scumbag, with so much energy just now, I almost tore the painting to pieces, torn too much, how can I paint." It turned out that this surnamed Yan was on the same road with him.
"There, you are Yan Jingshen, there is nothing you can't paint. Hahaha!"
Yan Jingshen laughed, with a smug look on his face, raised his eyes and looked around, and quickly lowered his head and began to divide money with the thief.
Lu Cheng, who was walking away, didn’t know that he had just been tricked by someone else. He surreptitiously took two paintings and walked over to a remote corner. When he reached a corner, he looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him. He took out the fire break. After the original broken painting, there was a lot of smoke, and after a while, I lit the painting.
Seeing that the whole picture was completely broken, Lu Cheng smiled and waited to walk. Golden light flashed in the empty fire, and a golden light shot out in a flash, and lightning penetrated Lu Cheng's eyebrows.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Lu Cheng had a splitting headache and squatted down holding his head, only to feel a little golden fish swimming back and forth in his head, and then spread out in his head with a bang. The four words of Chaos Mind Washing Technique suddenly appeared in my own memory, followed by a series of articles of thousands of words, which floated through my mind one by one.
Lu Cheng was shocked? what is this? Martial arts fascinating? The legendary magic? No way, I quickly stood up and touched my body. There was nothing unusual. The newly painted painting fell on the ground. When I thought of the magical words, I could not help but read the first sentence freely. As soon as he said the first sentence, he felt a hint of coolness, and a hint of comfort rose from the soles of his feet, slowly ascending to his whole body. As soon as he stopped in shock, the feeling immediately disappeared.
Then he read silently again, another feeling like this came slowly, reading dozens of sentences in one breath, and a comfortable feeling slowly came from bottom to top, when this feeling spread to the top of his head, his brain There was another tremor in the middle, and the next moment was a refreshing in my mind, as if I had eaten a legendary ginseng fruit, and my body was comfortable. When I opened my eyes, the whole world felt clearer than before. I faintly heard the sound of pedestrians walking not far away in my ears, and in an instant it was like changing from a little fist to a master of martial arts.