"Trouble?"

Contrary to Cui Geng's expectations, Wu Daoxuan's face was blank, and he said: "Gongsun Niangzi lives in the peony garden, talking and laughing, and there is no white ding, what trouble can she have?" ”

Cui Geng's face sank slightly, and he said, "Is there really no trouble?" ”

Wu Daoxuan said firmly: "There really isn't." ”

"That's ......"

Cui Geng saw that Wu Daoxuan's face didn't seem to be fake, and guessed that he might indeed not know.

After all, he knew that this person was the famous painting saint Wu Daozi in later generations, but others didn't know it. In the eyes of Gongsun Youniang, Wu Daoxuan is just a "young man who is good at painting", and he should not tell him too confidential things.

In addition, as a visiting envoy of Jiannan Province, he has no specific term, and the ghost knows when he will be able to return to Luoyang. Gongsun Youniang asked Wu Daoxuan to pass the word, it should be that although this trouble exists, it is not an urgent matter.

Thinking of this, Cui Geng said: "Did Gongsun Niangzi still let you pass on other words?" ”

"Then there is none. Eh, that's right......" Wu Daoxuan slapped his head suddenly, and said with a little shame: "Gongsun Niangzi said that Song Bazi and you are at odds, and this return to Shu may be unfavorable to you." If possible, let me help you as much as possible. However, it didn't help much. ”

Wu Daozi is neither a "literary saint" nor a "martial saint", but just a "painting saint", and Cui Geng didn't expect him to help much. Thinking about it, with the shrewdness of Gongsun Youniang, this is just a casual remark.

Speaking of this, Cui Geng wanted to interrupt the conversation.

However, when he turned his head and saw the broken statue of the Pure Light Heavenly Maiden on the ground, his heart suddenly moved, and he said, "Mr. Wu has nothing else to do in Shuzhong?" ”

Wu Daoxuan shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I received twenty taels of gold from Song Bazi and came to Shuzhong to be his special painter." This errand lasted for a year, and now that Song Bazi has run back to Luoyang, I don't know what to do. ”

"That's ......" Cui Geng thought for a moment and said, "You return the twenty taels of gold to Song Bazi, and you will be free in the future." In addition, the official will give you another thousand taels of gold. ”

Wu Daoxuan hesitated: "Cui Cha is going to follow you?" Although Wu sells paintings for a living, his life's wish is to exhaust the wonders of Danqing, two ...... Ah, no, in three years' time I will beg for it, this gold ......."

"Where, Mr. Wu misunderstood. Cui gave a thousand taels of gold, not because I wanted you to follow me, but because I wanted you to help me paint a few paintings. ”

"What? Just a few paintings? Wu Daoxuan waved his hand again and again and said, "It's too much, it's too much." Not to mention a few paintings, even a few hundred paintings are not worth a thousand taels of gold! ”

Cui Geng blinked his eyes and said, "Mr. Wu's painting is indeed not the market now. However, after the official gave out the money, wouldn't this market exist? ”

Wu Daoxuan certainly understands the meaning of Cui Geng's words, no matter what era, the value of the painting is not only related to the artist's technique, but also to the author's fame.

Where does fame come from? Noble people.

What Cui Geng is doing now is to give himself a ladder to the sky that is famous all over the world! In the future, his paintings will be a thousand times!

The painting saint also has to eat, Wu Daozi thought of this, he was both excited and a little worried: "However, there is no merit in the next ......."

Cui Geng waved his hand and interrupted: "Don't worry, your credit will come soon, and it's still a great achievement." Because, the painting that the official asked you to paint is not an ordinary painting, but a piece of music that reaches the heavens! ”

Cui Geng didn't say what he painted in public, but just whispered a few words in Wu Daoxuan's ear.

Wu Daoxuan's eyes lit up after hearing this, and said: "In that case, I, Wu Daoxuan, will really be famous all over the world." ”

Cui Geng said meaningfully: "It may also be endless." ”

Wu Daoxuan didn't care, smiled hesitantly, and said, "With Cui Cha's visit and care, who are you afraid of?" You wait, three days, as long as three days, you will definitely finish those ten paintings in the next step. ”

"Then please Mr. Wu."

Wu Daoxuan took the order and left, and Cui Geng had time to ask Huang Youwei's origin.

It turned out that Huang Youwei went to receive his orders, but met a former enemy on the way and was chased and killed by him.

In desperation, Huang Youwei hid in the mountains. After a heavy rain, he was blown by a cold wind, and the external evil invaded the inside, and the high fever did not stop, and he fainted to the ground.

In the end, fortunately rescued by the masters, he recovered his body, went to Luoyang, and got the official document to dismiss Di Guangzhao.

Huang Youwei pointed to the handsome young man standing beside him and said, "Qi Qi Cui visited, the master who saved my life is the Central Plains hero Juliang." This is his son, the playwright open. The drama hero asks for a humble introduction, and let the drama boy stay with you to serve. ”

"See Cui Cha Visit!" Dramatist Kai bowed slightly, pursed his lips, and said proudly: "If there is anything difficult after Cui's visit, even if you leave it to me, you will not be dishonored." ”

When Cui Geng saw this posture and this tone, he was not very happy. He really wanted to ask, who are you? I'm a random enemy, either with heavy troops or with a high position. Leave it to you to deal with? Can you handle it? Why?

seemed to see Cui Geng's thoughts, Huang Youwei hurriedly introduced: "The drama boy is not an ordinary person, his ancestor is the famous ranger children's drama Meng in history." ”

Drama Meng?

Cui Gengmo vaguely had a vague impression of the name.

The monk Ben Yin reminded: "The drama Meng, Luoyang people also." The Zhou people are based on businessmen, and the drama Meng is chivalrous. When Wu and Chu rebelled, Tiao Hou was the Tai Lieutenant, and he took the east, and was about to go to Henan, and he got the drama Meng, and he said: "Wu and Chu raised big things and did not ask for drama Meng, I know that they are powerless." ”

These words are from "Historical Records, Ranger Biography, Drama Meng's Biography", what is said is that Drama Meng was a ranger in the Han Dynasty and was famous all over the world.

When the Seven Kingdoms of the Western Han Dynasty was in rebellion, the Wu and Chu coalition forces attacked Henan, but they did not meet with Ju Meng. After the famous general Zhou Yafu heard the news, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the Wu-Chu coalition army could not become a climate.

The power of a ranger can affect the general trend of the world, and even the change of the throne. I have to say that Ju Meng can be called the first person in the ranger industry.

What about the dramatist who is his descendant?

Well, not necessarily. There are many things like tiger fathers and dogs, and Di Guangzhao in front of him is a living example. What's more, this dramatist is already the great-great-grandson of dozens of generations of drama Meng, and it's really hard to say whether he has real skills.

Thinking of this, Cui Geng nodded and said, "It turned out that after being a drama hero, Cui someone can get the help of the drama son, which is really like a tiger with wings." ”

Although this was said politely, the tone was a little lukewarm.

The playwright was sensitive, raised his eyebrows, and said in a somewhat stiff tone: "What? Cui Chawan can't trust the ability of this son? If nothing else, let's talk about this technique. In the whole world, I recognize the second, and no one can recognize the first! ”

"Oh? Is it? ”

Cui Geng hadn't spoken yet, the monk beside him was a little unhappy, and he took out two iron balls from his arms, both of which were the size of eggs, Zeng Mingwaliang.

Obviously, this is a kind of plaything that some elderly people often dribble in their hands in order to strengthen their bodies.

However, the way of playing is different from that of ordinary people.

He held the iron ball in his left hand, and with a slight force on his right index finger, he said, "Open!" ”

Immediately afterwards, a miracle appeared, and half of the tip of the monk's index finger was submerged into the iron ball!

Cui Geng looked a little dumbfounded, this book is not much different from an egg touching a stone because of the iron ball inserted in his fingers, but he can win in battle, this is too unscientific, right?

He exclaimed: "Master Benyin's ability is really amazing, and the official really underestimated you before." ”

"Don't call me a master, Cui Chawan, I'm a fake!"

As he spoke, Ben Yin had already handed the jade cicada back, and bowed and said, "Since Cui Chawan has the jade cicada in his hand, the villain should be the only one who looks at you." In the future, you will call me by my real name, Qian Shun. ”

Is this allegiance to me? His allegiance is not to me, but to the person who "holds the jade cicada". Do I really want to have anything to do with this old anti-military force?

Just when Cui Geng hesitated for a while, Qian Shunlai had already stood up.

He squinted at the playwright and said, "The playwright, who is working under Cui Cha's men, should understand each other. Since you think you are the best master in the world, do you want to ...... You're coming to this too? ”

As he spoke, the jade cicada had already handed it over.