Farewell to Liu Qingqing, Liu Xiu turned around and walked towards the town.

He had all planned it, and the next thing was to buy books, buy enough books until he spent all the money in his hand, and then take it back to the mountains to read.

It is almost late autumn, and everything is slaughtering. Soon after the winter is approaching, Liu Xiu also decided to winter. When everything is in full bloom in the coming year, he decided to go out and walk around, watch the flowers bloom and fall, and see the world well.

Liu Xiu is not a poet. The fallen leaves in autumn are too sad, and the ice and snow in winter are too lonely. He feels that spring green is more delicious.

"It's just right to take advantage of the arrival of spring to read books, learn about the world from the books, and plan the spring outing route..."

Thinking of this in his heart, Liu Xiu suddenly stopped, looked up slightly at the sky, looked slightly surprised, and turned back his eyes and continued to walk towards the town.

On the sky, at a very high place, the top of the white clouds. Liu Xiu saw a large blue eagle that was spreading its wings and feet twenty meters, and its whole body was extremely handsome. The feathers were like blue ice and the sharp sword frozen by ice and snow.

Another strange beast, are you passing by?

He said in his heart that Liu Xiu was not too surprised that he had seen a giant python hundreds of meters long. If it weren't for the blue eagle flying too high, he would have wanted to catch it and study how it tasted.

He never thought about taming the blue eagle as if it was obvious that it was already adult. The eagle was arrogant and could hardly be tamed after adulthood. Of course, the standards on the earth cannot be used to measure the animals in this world. Many strange beasts have extremely high consciousness, and perhaps they can get along with each other through other methods.

The same thing is said, the other party flew too high and Liu Xiu couldn't catch it.

Tsk, fly, it’s unlikely that there will be planes in this world. Should I consider raising a bird that can only carry me to fly? Speaking of which, there are many huge eagles on the Cliff of Life and Death, but it is hard to find one that can spread its wings to carry me to fly.

Although Liu Xiu was thinking about things in his heart, he was very sensitive and subconsciously gave in to the side. Then he ran from behind him anxiously thinking about Qingliu Town. The other party came from Linjiang City.

It was a young man wearing a luxurious blue robe, but he was carrying a box on his back. The box was about 80 cm long, one foot wide, and one foot thick, not like a weapon.

Obviously, the young man was not a warrior, his steps were empty and he was panting quickly.

After a moment of glance, Liu Xiu stopped looking at the other person, and even laughed at himself. It was rare to have a Zhao Wangshan living in seclusion in Qingliu Town. Where can so many warriors be encountered by him?

Because after practicing health care in the morning, Liu Xiu came to deliver Liu Qingqing. Before he could eat, he was a little hungry. There happened to be a good noodle restaurant in front of him, so Liu Xiu decided to go there to solve the problem of eating.

Sitting down and letting the restaurant serve food, Liu Xiu looked up and saw the young man rushing past behind him again.

Tsk, it was a coincidence.

Looking at him from the front, Liu Xiu found that he was actually not very old, about 17 or 18 years old, and he looked extremely handsome, but the sweat on his forehead made him feel a little embarrassed.

At this time, the young man occupied a table alone, but did not call for food. Instead, he opened the box, took out the pen, ink, paper, ink, and splashed ink, with an extremely focused expression.

It is worth mentioning that after studying with Liu Qingqing a few days ago, Liu Xiu learned that there are also four treasures of study, such as pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Inkstones and ink blocks are similar to ancient China on the earth. The pen is also a brush, but this paper is a bit special.

The paper in this world is not made of plant fibers by papermaking, but is cut from a special tree. The wood is white and has almost no texture. The thin slices are made of paper. In terms of toughness and writing, it is just a little worse than the A4 paper on the other side of the earth. That gap can almost be ignored.

Liu Qingqing said that the master of a clever paper-cutting master has a considerable income, and ordinary people cannot cut tree trunks into thin paper.

The young man there held five brushes of different colors of ink in his hands, focusing on writing. Liu Xiu aroused his curiosity and came to the other party with his dough bowl and his feet lightly.

Liu Xiu was stunned when he put his mouth on his face. It is undeniable that this young man was painting, otherwise he would not have used colorful pens. However, he painted Liu Qingqing, whom Liu Xiu had just said goodbye not long ago.

Liu Xiu had to admit that this guy's painting skills were quite impressive. He wrote casually and outlined Liu Qingqing's general outline in just a few strokes, and then made a subtle color. Gradually, Liu Qingqing's image was vividly revealed on the paper, with both expressions.

He painted the picture of Liu Qingqing riding a horse and looking into the distance. After the finishing touch, Liu Qingqing's expression of looking into the distance was vividly outlined.

"This guy, looking at his hurried look, probably he just glanced at Liu Qingqing in a hurry? His memory is comparable to a human-shaped camera. Could it be that he ran so fast before just to find a place to paint the picture quickly?" Liu Xiu couldn't help but mutter to himself as he looked at the painting that was gradually completed by the other party.

The last stroke fell, and the young man put down his pen and sighed: "The mountains and fields are so beautiful. The ancients really did not deceive me. Who would have thought that he could see such a gentle woman in this remote place? Even though I could only see her kindness, as warm as spring. No, it doesn't stop there. It should be said that her true personality is like spring grass. She looks gentle and weak on the outside, but she is extremely tough on the inside. It seems that no matter how much pressure is, she can't beat her..."

Listening to the other party's divine muttering, Liu Xiu recalled a little and found that Liu Qingqing's personality was really as he said, with gentle and kind appearance, but in fact she was very determined and principled.

These eyes are too poisonous, right? You can see through a girl's personality at a glance. If you have a bad personality, and this guy has a good appearance, he has a good literary talent from his painting skills. Maybe countless big girls and wives will be gentle to this guy.

After being intoxicated by himself, the young man shook his head and said, "A woman of such a gentle and beautiful should not be put on paper, but should be kept as a beautiful scenery in his heart. Moreover, if someone is interested, he will probably bring trouble to the girl, well..."

As he said that, the young man reached out to grab the newly completed painting and seemed to be ready to tear it off...

It sounded like he was obeying his actions, but Liu Xiu thought that he was not bad. When the other party was about to tear off the painting, Liu Xiu spoke at the right time: "Don't you think it's a pity for brother? I finally finished drawing it just to tear it off?"

The young man paused and looked at Liu Xiu vigilantly and said, "It is to tear it off to prevent a guy like you from destroying such beauty!"

So, the other party actually regarded it as someone with ulterior motives.

Liu Xiu was not annoyed, put down the bowl, picked up a black ink brush and said, "Don't you mind borrowing your pen, ink, paper and inkstone? I didn't have any unreasonable thoughts, but I just felt it from reading your paintings. I felt that there was actually another way to draw. Why don't we discuss it with each other?"

Frowning slightly, the young man nodded, stopped tearing the painting, shrugged and said, "Okay, come on."

After saying that, he put his hands on his chest and looked at what tricks you were playing.

Liu Xiu didn't care about him, spread a piece of paper on his own, and after a little thought, he started to write, and said, "Actually, you misunderstood me. I know the girl you painted, and she is very good. When I saw you paint her, I took a look at her more. I thought you painted her with a different purpose, but when I saw you destroy the painting, I realized that it was not the case."

Hearing this sentence, the young man's vigilant gaze eased a little, and then, when he looked at Liu Xiu's painting, he immediately raised his eyebrows.

Next, Liu Xiu stopped talking and focused on painting.

When Liu Xiu was in college, he studied sketching for a few days. At that time, he had the idea of ​​having more skills and a way out. If he couldn't find a job, he would go out to sell paintings.

Of course, his painting skills are not very good. He can only say that he has the basic skills of sketching, but now it is different. His strong memory and control of details, even the dark ink sketches out Liu Qingqing's image under the influence of light and dark contrast.

The paintings that Liu Xiu painted were exactly the same as those of the youth. The difference is that the artistic conception of the youth paintings was profound and painted the spirit of Liu Qingqing, while the paintings of Liu Xiu were vivid, like a photo!

If it was a pencil, I should be able to draw better, so I'll make it...

Whispered in his heart, and the last stroke fell. Liu Xiu looked at the young man and said, "Okay, what do you think, brother?"

Young Chen Mo looked at Liu Xiu's painting for a moment, and then commented: "It's more vivid, but the artistic conception is not enough, so it's still possible, so it's a shortcut..." When he said this, his eyes lit up and looked at Liu Xiu with great enthusiasm: "What's the point of painting in your way?"

"The contrast between light and darkness, the change of light and darkness, that's all," Liu Xiu shrugged.

After thinking a little, the young man raised his thumbs up and said, "It's amazing!"

Then, the two met and smiled, and after confirming their eyes, they picked up the scroll they drew several times and tore it to pieces.

"Liu Xiu"

"Shen Feng"

The two of them spoke almost subconsciously at the same time, and turned to a daze, and their hearts inexplicably felt a sense of sympathy.

Some people in the world have always been together and don’t like each other, while others can be attracted to each other as confidants when they meet on the first day of the first day of the year. This is so wonderful between people.

"Brother, do you like painting very much?" Shen Feng sat down and looked at Liu Xiu with great enthusiasm.

Liu Xiu picked up the bowl and sucked the noodles again and shook his head and said, "I don't like it, it's just that you're a little itchy when you paint."

"Actually, I don't like painting either. I just want to keep the beautiful moments. But after thinking about it, I feel that beautiful things should exist between heaven and earth. It is not good to fall on paper to freeze them, so I will tear them off every time I finish painting." Shen Feng took out a wine gourd and took a sip and shook his head.

"Do you like drinking?" Liu Xiu nodded and asked.

Shen Feng smiled and said, "I like it because I can forget my worries when I am soaked."

"Same feeling" Liu Xiu also took off the bamboo tube around his waist and took a sip of Monkey Wine and said with a smile.
Chapter completed!