"He did not pay for the tea!"

Song Daosheng left the City God Temple, and was still thinking about the tea stall on the way.

Fortunately, he came out today and had money to burn incense and pray for blessings.

I didn't encounter the embarrassing situation of not having money to pay.

The Holy Family of Songdao lives in the South City. He crosses the pedestrian street and turns into an alley.

The stone slabs in the alley are covered with moss, and passers-by will fall if they are not careful.

On the way, the neighbors would greet the Songdao Saint when they met, and the latter would nod and return the greeting.

He is a painter and is well-known in Jiangling, so his family has never been short of money.

The reason why he still lives in this alley is because his parents have traces of him.

Song Daosheng was unwilling to leave here, nor did he want to influence his painting skills for vanity.

He returned to his home, which was a small courtyard.

There are three rooms, facing the living room and wing room, the painter on the left, and the kitchen warehouse on the right.

A cherry blossom tree planted in the yard, which had withered at this time, leaving only ugly branches.

In addition, there was another grape plant, and Song Daosheng made a fuss.

Every summer, when the grapes are covered with green leaves, he will draw below to enjoy the cool air.

"What exactly does the sentence he said mean?"

Song Daosheng came to the main house and sat down, thinking about what the hexagram master in the tea stall said.

"When I saw the man on the painting again? How did he know that I was drawing a painting recently!"

He picked up the teacup on the table and then lifted the teapot and wanted to pour himself a glass of water.

But when the teapot is mentioned, it is light and fluttering.

"No water? It seems I finished drinking yesterday."

The teapot was gone, so Song Daosao simply stopped drinking it and got up and walked towards the studio.

Many of his paintings were placed in the studio, and on the table in the center, there was an unfinished painting.

The above content is the flying cloud bridge where people come and go.

Although there are many characters in the painting, you can still tell who is the protagonist in the painting at a glance.

On the edge of the bridge, a group of people stood guarding a young man together.

The other party was wearing purple and green uniforms, facing everyone, the water on the river was shining with people, there were towers in the distance, and the sky was drizzling.

There was someone holding an umbrella next to him, and the young man stood in the painting, with a vague temperament, as if he was a good young man in the turbid world. Not only did the paintings, but the artistic conception was also very beautiful.

But before saying this, the young man's appearance was still blank.

This was not because Song Daosheng deliberately did not leave the painting for the last, but because he really couldn't remember the appearance of the young man that day.

The only thing he remembered was that the other person looked very handsome and stunning.

But he really can't remember how beautiful it is and what it looks like.

Because of this, he has never completed this painting.

As for the idea of ​​painting, Song Daosheng believed that he could not do it.

Painting can pursue artistic conception without having to be realistic.

But if you change others' appearance, it is obviously not a matter of artistic conception.

This is completely disrespectful and moral.

Song Daosheng sat in front of the painting, meditating carefully, trying to recall the other person's appearance.

"I still can't remember!"

Two hours later, Song Daosheng opened his eyes, his eyes covered with bloodshot.

His mouth was dry and his mind was dizzy at this moment. He was really thinking about it and was going crazy.

"It seems that I can only visit one door."

Song Daosheng really had no choice but to choose to come to the door to ask for a meeting based on the address given by the other party.

The next day, he brought the painting with him and came to a majestic mansion based on the address.

"So grand!"

Song Daosheng stood opposite, looking at the high wall of the rich gate in front of him and the powerful guard standing in front of him, he suddenly felt a little relieved.

When he saw that young man with extraordinary demeanor, he guessed that his background was good.

But I never expected that the other party was so big!

He stood across the street and hesitated for a long time, and finally looked at the painting in his arms, and decided to visit him.

"The king, Li Yan, the commander of the Jinyiwei, is looking for a meeting outside."

In the study, Li Yu looked up at Liu Jin when he heard this, and asked, "What did he say?"

Liu Jin replied respectfully: "Report to the king, Lord Li said it was a painter who was looking for you."

What painter can actually ask for a meeting with the king.

Liu Jin was curious, but he was also tactful and didn't ask much.

It is not a good thing to know too much in this mansion.

"Painter?"

Li Yu thought with his eyes and ordered: "Let him wait for the orphan in the living room."

He changed his clothes and came to the living room to meet Li Yan.

When Li Yan saw Li Yu, he was about to salute him, but the latter raised his hand to stop him.

Li Yu came to the main seat and sat down, looking at the other party, "Is the painter you mentioned on Feiyun Bridge that was the one you mentioned?"

Li Yan nodded, "The King of Shengming is this person."

"So he is good at painting? Then you just hold it, why did you find Gu? "

Li Yu nodded and asked.

"Reporting to the king, when the other party came to the door, Bei Zhi thought so too."

Li Yan had an inexplicable expression on his face and bowed, "But the other party said that his painting has not been drawn yet, so he needs to see you again."

"Where is not well drawn? I need to see the orphan?"

"Face!"

“…”

Li Yu's frown suddenly stretched out. No wonder Li Yan had that expression just now. It turned out that the problem was still with me.

When he is outside, he will use illusions on his appearance.

So when someone with lower cultivation than him sees him, he can't even remember his appearance after he goes back.

"It's just a painting. If you take it away, you don't have to see it."

Li Yu thought about it carefully and still thought he would forget it.

"The king of kings also thought so, but who knew that the other party refused to do so."

Li Yan looked up and said helplessly: "He also said that if he couldn't finish painting this painting, he might as well die immediately."

Are painters so horny?

Li Yu was surprised. He thought it was just a painting, but it would be fine if he couldn't finish it.

But I didn't expect the other party to be so extreme.

It doesn't seem worth it if you hurt a life because of a painting.

"Did you tell me about your identity?"

Li Yan shook his head, "He doesn't know the identity of Bei Zhi, but only knows that Bei Zhi works in the Ba Mansion. Bei Zhi said that you are at your friend's house and have not come back yet, so you persuade the other party to go back first."

Li Yu said, "Okay, then you set your time tomorrow, and I will meet this painter."

Li Yan bowed his order and sent someone to tell Song Daosheng about the time and made an appointment to meet tomorrow.

The next day, the Song Dao Sheng arrived as promised.

"Young Master, the painter has brought it."

Li Yu was drinking tea in the pavilion in Li’s Mansion Garden.

Li Yan led Song Daosheng over.

The latter was wearing a blue shirt and holding a microphone in his arms. He was very excited when he saw Li Yu.
To be continued...