People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves, Daoist Li finally understands this sentence now, although he finally found the clue of the Demon Dao, but before that, he still has to do one thing first, that is, to help Her Royal Highness the princess make a painting. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

That's right, the sixth princess's request is so strange, to paint a picture in the world, and this is the way she chose to enter and exit the two worlds of heaven and man.

Although this seems a bit naïve, but the Upper Realm Immortal Law Xuanqi, since the other party is doing this, he must have a certain degree of certainty.

But the trouble is in this painting, whether it is the Taoist priest's past life or this life, for the art of painting, it is all through the nine tricks, not a single level, can turn the chicken into two circles and one vertical, that is already the pinnacle of work, and the complexity of this painting is obviously beyond his ability.

And according to the requirements of the six princesses, this painting must be painted into three points, out of the ordinary, ordinary painters naturally do not have this level, the Taoist priest delayed for a few days, almost all the painters in the city, and the answers were all shaken.

"Dao Chief, your picture of a flying lady is nothing else, but the eyes of the goddess already have a very spiritual charm, and the level of ordinary craftsmen is absolutely impossible to describe, please forgive the old man for being powerless. ”

The person who said this is the old painter who gave the nickname of the bone in the painting, as the so-called painting skin and flesh is difficult to draw bones, so his realm is quite high, according to the Taoist way of understanding, at least a painting is sold for hundreds of taels of silver effortlessly, if it is not for the name of Qingcheng Taoist, it is really rare to see the last one, he said so, and the Taoist priest is really a headache.

"Maybe Zhao Duanyang, the number one player in the capital, has this ability, this once-in-a-century painting saint is traveling in Gusu, and it seems that he is going to leave in the next few days——"

Before the words fell, the figure of the Taoist priest was gone, and the old painter couldn't help but sigh, "The Taoist of Qingcheng is worthy of being the Taoist of Qingcheng, and he has the ability to travel thousands of miles in a day, and now I am afraid that he is outside Gusu City." ”

In fact, this kind of ability to travel thousands of miles a day, the Taoist priest does not have, he just performed stealth first, and then turned into a big tiger with hanging eyes, and flew to Gusu with his life, and finally arrived before he was tired like a dog.

"Damn, if you have a chance in the future, you must learn a Taoist escape technique, otherwise this way of hurrying, even the Taoist master can't stand it," Li Daoist panted tiredly, and before the sun set, he finally rushed to Gusu, that is, Suzhou.

There are six prefectures in the south of the Yangtze River, Suzhou, Hangzhou, Songjiang, Jiaxing, Ningguo, Luodu, this Suzhou is a good mountain, a good water and a good painting, the weight of the literary atmosphere, but also above Luodu; the Taoist priest opened his eyes in the sky, only to see the white gas shining, the light of the text is bright, floating out from the inside and outside of the city, rotten as splendid, there are seven or eight zhang high, there are two or three feet short, the number is so many, it is difficult to count, these are the literati's literary atmosphere, the Taoist priest hovered one or two in the sky, found the brightest light, shaped like the long axis of the ink scroll, and flew over.

In the impression of the Taoist priest, this literati, that is, the ancient nerd, if he paints well, then basically the cultural level is not low, so this is likely to be Zhao Duanyang's share.

Green bamboo into a forest, dotted with greenery, two or three white peaches, more pieces of vitality, there is a road is the Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the bell rings to the passenger ship in the middle of the night, this peach and bamboo forest, is the largest scene outside the Hanshan Temple, at this moment, in this peach and bamboo forest, a scribe in his early thirties is stopping to enjoy the scenery, but the way he appreciates is different from ordinary tourists, others are enjoying the flowers and leaves, and he is appreciating the roots and rods, seems to be very interested in the way they break the ground.

"You are Zhao Duanyang?"

The scribe heard the voice, looked back, and saw a young Taoist priest appear behind him at some point, and said in surprise: "It's Zhao, Your Excellency is Qingcheng Daoist Li Changsheng?"

"Hey, you know me," the Taoist priest was even more surprised, he was still thinking about how to fool the other party into painting for him for free if the other party was Zhao Duanyang, but what he didn't expect was that the other party actually knew him, could it be that the reputation of the Taoist master had spread to the capital?

Seeing the other party's expression, Zhao Duanyang hurriedly explained: "It's not a secret, I am close friends with Du Shu and Du Muwen, and he once told me about the appearance of the Taoist, so it is just the first time we meet, and I can recognize it." ”

"You actually know Du Shunerd, then it's even better, help Dao Ye paint a picture," Li Daoshi got straight to the point, what is popular these years is to kill acquaintances, friends of friends, isn't that a pit friend!

Zhao Duanyang was only slightly stunned, and then nodded: "You can." ”

Unexpectedly by the Taoist priest, this Zhao Duanyang is actually a knowledgeable and transparent character, he thought that people in the literary and artistic circles like this would basically have pigtails, a big beard, sloppy and sloppy, a heavenly boss, his second momentum, it seems that this style of killing Matt has not been handed down from ancient times.

According to him, Du Shudu, since he studied painting in Beijing for half a year, he has traveled to the south and north of the Yangtze River, and now he doesn't know which scenic spot he is nesting in, and it is believed that he has a little lady named Ah Yan to accompany him, and the long journey is not very lonely.

"Ah Yan!?"

"Could it be that the Taoist knows this girl?" asked Zhao Duanyang.

"Knowing is knowing-" Daoist Li twitched the corners of his mouth, but wasn't this beautiful bookdemon already dead in order to save Du Shudu? Could it be that Du Shudu's paranoia was paranoid, or was he haunted by ghosts?

Fortunately, what reassures the Taoist priest is that according to the other party, this nerd is still alive and kicking, and it doesn't look like he wants to hang up for the time being, which is easy to do, and when we meet again in the future, help him take a look.

The six princesses have very strange requirements for this painting, and there are no requirements for paper pen and ink, but they must be three zhang long and two zhang wide, this alone has stumped ninety percent of the painters, even the layman knows that this big painting has always been more difficult to paint than a small painting, not only to be achieved overnight, a little negligence, all the hard work has become useless.

In fact, when the Taoist priest unfolded the scroll brought down from the upper realm, the famous master of the capital was almost immersed in the world of the painting for the first time, the palace Que Treasure Pavilion, the flying eaves Zhu Palace, the boundless fairy clouds, and the seven flying ladies in the painting, and only after a long time said: "This painting is not dead, but alive." ”

Although Daoist Li didn't understand what the other party meant, he at least knew that this painting was definitely not ordinary, otherwise how could it pass through the gap between the two realms of heaven and man, and thinking about how the six princesses summoned themselves that night, it was a big question in itself.

"To make this painting, I need three days of preparation, as well as seven days and seven nights of painting time," Zhao Duanyang said without replying, until this time, everyone in the painting revealed the temperament of a real 'cultural person', that kind of persistence, fanatical feeling, even if you only look at the back, the Taoist priest can feel it.

And ten days, it's not too late.

The pen fell into a storm, and the poem became a weeping ghost and god. Draw the remnant sun, and the book is dark. These are the four achievements that literati dream of, and in the long history, the probability of this kind of thing happening is quite low, maybe it is not as good as the probability of a monk becoming an immortal, and at the moment, Taoist priests are likely to be lucky enough to see this kind of scene.

Three days later, I don't know what kind of preparations this Zhao Duanyang made, but when he reappeared, there was a kind of momentum that the wind was sluggish and the water was cold, and the strong man was gone and could not return;

"A painter, may not be able to make a painting that satisfies him in his life, ten years ago, I made a pair, I didn't think that this life would be an opportunity, and I made another one, Dao Chang, please rest assured, this time, it is vomiting blood three liters, I will also make it!"

Daoist Li looked at the other party dumbfounded, he really didn't know what the cultural people thought, he was just making a painting, should he be so exaggerated?

Zhao Duanyang chose the place of painting on the stone wall of the mountain behind the Hanshan Temple, the empty stone flowing stream, white and flawless, but it is the most suitable place for painting, a brush, an inkstone, is enough.

In the other party's abnormal performance, Li Daoshi did not look at the other party's painting, but sat cross-legged on a big rock on the stream, his eyes seemed to be closed, and he felt the grass and trees, flowers and bamboos within a radius of ten miles.

And in fact, he was right in his guess - (To be continued.) )