Legend of the Great Sage

There shouldn't be any defensive magic circle here!

Thinking about it, Chu Danqing stepped on the cobbled path, which was covered with a thick layer of snow and a layer of bamboo leaves, and no one cleaned it.

The bamboo forest is mainly blue, but also mixed with yellow, stretching high into the sky. In his eyes, it naturally turns into flower blue, light green, emerald green, light yellow, gamboge, dim yellow, etc., with thousands of different colors, from three-dimensional to two-dimensional , into a finely detailed meticulous painting.

He shook his head violently, throwing these thoughts out of his mind. He has studied art in the mountains for ten years, and those who study painting are going crazy. Alas, the outside world is better!

The senior sister of the doctor's family diagonally opposite just now is 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 beautiful in life, which is different from the painting, and this is the biggest difference between him and the master. It's distracting thoughts, but he still wants to keep it.

"It's you?" Li Qingshan looked at Chu Danqing who was walking towards him looking left and right.

"It's me, I'm here to see my painter's future territory!" Chu Danqing puffed up his chest, and Chu Shidao asked him to find out Li Qingshan's true and false.

"Drinking?" Li Qingshan didn't seriously lie down at the desk and carry out his writing work, but sat leisurely in the corridor, holding a jade cup, and there were wine jars around him.

Although the direction of writing was determined, when it was time to write, I still felt distressed. After walking around the room a few times, I suddenly remembered the hundred jars of fine wine that Sun Fubai had given him, which he hadn't drunk yet!

Wanting to imitate the story of "Li Baidou's Hundred Poems on Wine", I took it out, but I drank a few cups alone, although they were all excellent wines, I felt that they lacked flavor.

Li Taibai still wants to "raise a glass to invite the bright moon. The shadow becomes three people". This little wine is really not easy to drink, after thinking about it, Xiaoan is preparing for the Fa conference. Malu is hibernating, Hua Chengzan is in retreat, and Han Tieyi Guji is also busy with military matters. Can't get away.

When he was suffering from no drinking buddies, he suddenly saw Chu Danqing and asked him to invite him.

Chu Danqing froze for a moment, unable to speak out what he had prepared in his stomach. He hadn't drunk much, the painter was not a poet, and he couldn't be drunk all day long. Only with a clear mind can he be confident and write steadily.

Smelling the aroma of wine, he couldn't help swallowing and spitting.

A clear trickle. Pour it from the wine jar into two jade cups.

Chu Danqing, whose real name is Goudaner, is twenty-one years old.

Because there is a delicate baby face. So it looks young.

When he was begging on the street when he was young, he was discovered by Chu Shidao in his hometown. With a strange bloodline, he is called "Bixue Danqing", hence the name Danqing, following his teacher's surname. At the age of eleven, he was taken by Chu Shidao to the mountain middle school to learn painting, until he left the customs a month ago, this time to find out about Li Qingshan's truth.

After drinking more than a dozen jars of wine, before Li Qingshan could say anything, Chu Danqing resorted to everything, hooked Li Qingshan's neck, and said nothing but heartfelt words.

"I want a woman!" Chu Danqing yelled, listening to the sound echoing in the bamboo forest, and then laughed foolishly.

Li Qingshan shook his head and sighed, good boy, look what he has become!

"you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk! Drink, let's continue drinking!"

"I can't drink any more."

"Why don't you let me drink, I... I have money!" Chu Danqing groped in the treasure bag for a long time, but couldn't find any money, so he took out a bunch of paintings all at once: "I will pay the debt with paintings!"

Then Li Qingshan also got a bunch of ready-made samples to understand the artist's ability.

"You!" With an exclamation, Han Qiongzhi came to the bamboo pavilion.

Hua Chengzan was not there, she was the second seat of the Fa family, and she was busy walking around, but she heard who Li Qingshan wanted to bet on, so she took the time to come over and have a look, but saw a handsome young man almost leaning into Li Qingshan's arms, holding a wine glass to feed Li Qingshan Liquor, suddenly struck by lightning, it turns out that he has this kind of preference, no wonder he is so indifferent to himself.

I also remembered that before Hua Chengzan retreated, he once said to her, if I don't work hard, I'm afraid that someone will break up with me. Could it be that Xiao Hua has also been murdered by him, this Li Qingshan is not a thing, Xiao Hua has just retreated, and he has a new love, alas, what am I thinking!

"Don't get me wrong, he likes women!" Li Qingshan could see what Han Qiongzhi was thinking at a glance, and said hastily. But he never expected that Han Qiongzhi had already thought of such a complicated thought in a flash.

As soon as the voice fell, Chu Danqing also saw the three Han Qiongzhi, and raised the wine glass in his hand: "Ah, three beauties, come and drink!"

"Let me tell you!" Li Qingshan shrugged.

"Where did the drunkard come from, ah, the tenth level of Qi Refining?"

After hearing Li Qingshan's explanation, Han Qiongzhi knew that this person in front of him was Li Qingshan's future opponent, and he really didn't know whether he should be happy for him, so he came to find out the news, talked freely after a few jars of wine, and gave Li Qingshan a bunch of paintings.

Thinking of Li Daguan, his opponents all the time are either geniuses like Chu Tian, ​​or seven hundred warriors from the military family. Even enemies of the rank of the Lord of the Black Lotus Altar have fought face to face without a hair being injured, but now they have to face such An opponent is really hard to describe...

"Don't underestimate him, the paintings he draws can defeat ordinary tenth-level Qi refiners." Although people have the habit of talking big after drinking, Li Qingshan believes that this is not drunk talk. Certainly not just talk.

From a small beggar to a tenth-level Qi refiner in ten years, his genius level is not far behind Chu Tian, ​​the reincarnation of a heavenly man. A painter can concentrate his heart and soul into a painting and call it out when needed, which is similar to that of a novelist.

But there is no need to gather willpower, as long as there is enough time, an army can be formed. The world is so big, there are indeed capable people and strange men, and no one should underestimate it.

Han Qiongzhi examined Chu Danqing carefully, and he really couldn't see that this drunk had the slightest air of genius, even if that guy Chu Tian still had a bit of arrogance!

Li Qingshan lifted Chu Danqing up, found an idle bedroom, and threw it on the bed, Chu Danqing immediately fell asleep.

Li Qingshan said, "I'm not enjoying myself yet."

Han Qiongzhi crossed his legs carelessly, sat across from Li Qingshan, took the new wine glass that Li Qingshan handed over, drank it all in one gulp, and smacked his lips: "Shilipu Xinghua Niang."

"Have you been there?" Li Qingshan was about to refill her wine, but she had already taken the wine jar by herself.

"Cut. It's in the ** building. I haven't had any wine."

This group of young masters and young ladies hang out in the bustling place of Qinghe Mansion and the luxurious place of the Mansion. It can also be regarded as satisfying the desire of the tongue and extremely visual and visual entertainment.

Li Qingshan glanced at her: "Actually, I also like women."

Han Qiongzhi just drank half of the wine, and suddenly couldn't drink any more. What about lonely men and widows, men and women fighting against each other, etc., these thoughts that rarely appeared in his mind in his life suddenly popped up, his face was stained three points drunk, and he pretended to be angry: "Drink, drink, talk about these things. What are you talking about?"

Inexplicably want to hear him continue talking, to see what nonsense he can say, she has a lot, so don't blame him too much.

Li Qingshan felt that Han Qiongzhi was right. Drink as long as you drink, what are you talking about, do you want to learn from Chu Danqing? Yelling at me for a woman?

His eyes fell on the pile of paintings. Although when Chu Danqing woke up, he had to return it. May wish to take this opportunity to do some research.

Picking up one of the small paintings, it painted a lifelike oriole bird, Li Qingshan remembered the usage of "Cao Zi Jian Shu", and tried to inject his true energy into it.

As if a hint of mystery was touched, the oriole suddenly moved, fluttered its wings, and uttered a crisp cry. It broke free from the shackles of the drawing paper, lingered around Li Qingshan for a few times, and suddenly disappeared into the bamboo forest.

"Eh, flew away." Li Qingshan stared at the white paper in his hand, and was taken aback for a moment, his figure suddenly disappeared, and he returned to his original position with a breath of effort, holding a struggling oriole bird in his hand, thinking How to insert it into the painting again.

Han Qiongzhi was also attracted by this strange scene, and took the opportunity to get rid of this mess of embarrassing thoughts, and picked up a painting.

The wine was about the same, but the more Han Qiongzhi drank, the more energetic he was, and he didn't give Li Qingshan any chance to take advantage of it, so he felt slightly regretful.

The painting is also well studied, at least he knows how to return the painting to its original place, and he can consider returning it to Chu Danqing. Li Qingshan suddenly raised his head, showing a strange smile: "Run away!"

Chu Danqing suddenly woke up from his sleep, thinking of his behavior when he was drunk, it was like scratching his heart, wishing to bang his head against the wall,

Not only did he never drink alcohol, but it was the first time he drank alcohol in his life. In the past, he lived on the street and could only drool at the wine shop, but in the mountains, his master never drank alcohol.

I only hate myself for being reminded of my childhood memories, and I have some thoughts of making up, but I have left such a big face. He hates himself even more because he has only stayed in the mountains for ten years, and he has forgotten 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 jumped out of the window, soared into the sky, and fled from Yunxu Island.

I don't want those paintings anymore, but fortunately I still have a trace of sobriety, what I took out are some irrelevant exercises, it doesn't matter to give to that hateful Li Qingshan, otherwise it will be too late to regret.

These paintings are mine! Li Qingshan put away the pile of paintings, he already had a plan in mind, he knew what he should write.

The most naive people in the world are children. Adults may be addicted to reading novels for a while, and eventually realize that it is just an illusion, but children will believe it and believe in the existence of these incredible things.

Back then, the originator of the novelist, the ghost he saw, was designed to harm children.

Of course Li Qingshan can't harm children, but he knows that among the many genres of novels, there is one called fairy tales, and the power of wish that every little believer can provide with a pure heart is probably worth ten adults.

Fairy tales are short and concise, and it is easier to spread them than bulky novels.

But the fairy tales are also as vast as the sea, so Li Qingshan has no choice. If the western fairy tales are afraid of being unacceptable, which one should the oriental fairy tales tell? Fart King? Simple and interesting, easy to spread, and powerful and practical, one fart can fly avalanches or something...

But thinking of calling out such a character in front of everyone, with his butt pouted... Li Qingshan felt hot even though his skin was not thin.

Until I met Chu Danqing and saw his small paintings, I couldn't help but think of a very famous character, who was listed as the three childhood idols together with the black cat sheriff and the diamond gourd baby, and his ability happened to be the same as that of the painter.

And these paintings will prove his existence.

ps: I want a monthly pass! Ah, three fellow Taoists, come and vote for three monthly tickets!