In the Han Mansion, Han suddenly grew up.

Thunder will thunder a lot when the snow blows, and abnormality will be a monster... Well, there will be something different!

But this is the new Yiren, or the sage Yiren, who was going to make a shocking move, did not know anything about Han. Before he left the door, he saw the young man holding a sword leaning on the porch in front of the door and whispering: "On the Qinhuai River."

It's meaningful.

Mr. Han was shocked and said, "Go and take a look."

What the hell is that strange man who is a painting saint? At this time, he will cause thunder to force everyone to see the truth.

In the mansion of the Tongzong Ning Hong, this scholar who was originally a poor family but was promoted to heaven because of the right prime minister Ning Que, was a little surprised when he heard the thunder.

Thinking of what his uncle Ning Que told him with a letter from his family, Ning Hong couldn't help but smile bitterly.

My uncle was too soft and timid, so he was suppressed by Wang Kun. He was all husbands, and they all came from poor families. There was no need to be afraid of being targeted by the empress, but my uncle still gave in to Wang Kun everywhere.

The pig is dressed up very well, but unfortunately he can't eat the tiger.

He sighed, got up and returned to the house, and said to the wife of the official wife who was still charming, "I will go to the Qinhuai River to listen to songs and dances. Will my wife go with you?"

The main wife of the Wang family of Langya, a declining family, was very virtuous. She remembered the three obediences and four virtues of the woman. She took a cloak and put it on Ning Hong's shoulders. She smiled gently and said, "Let's go, husband, I won't disturb my husband's interest. Drink less wine, dress more, and return earlier."

Ning Hong smiled, "Just drink and watch the fun."

At the critical moment, you might as well give some stumbling to Han. Striking Han is to attack Wang Kun, which is beneficial to his uncle's position in the court.

Ning Hong walked into the yard.

There was someone in the yard, a young literati with a beard in long garment, quietly watching the little cardamom girl with a braided braid under the plum blossom tree dancing lightly in the heavy snow, her eyes as gentle as lovers. When she saw Ning Hong come out, she immediately looked serious.

Ning Hong said with a smile: "Master Fan, how many drinks can I have for Linjiang Tower?"

A long-dressed literati with the surname Fan shook her head.

Ning Hong went out far away.

The little girl with sheep horns under the plum blossom tree suddenly stopped dancing, frowned and looked painful, and Master Fan looked distressed, "Huan'er, it's cold outside, go into the house."

The little girl endured the pain and smiled, "Okay Master."

Fan Master Fan's doting eyes were like a gaze. When he saw a girl named Ning Huan enter the house, for some reason, he remembered Amu, a woman he met by chance in the Qinhuai River. He sighed deeply and said softly that the world is so small.

He laughed again. People only know Xie's family Wanxi, but they don't know Ning's family Huan'er, and they can also be named Cardamom.

In Fan's eyes, Huan'er is like a lover.

In the backyard of the county government office, Li Ruyu and the other two looked in surprise towards the direction of the Qinhuai River.

The next moment, Li Ruyu rushed out of the county government like an arrow leaving the string. Before leaving, he did not forget to grab the Xiuchun Knife - Yiren came out, so he naturally belonged to the Beizhen Fusi.

Amu happily slid his skirt, stood up calmly, walked a few steps, looked back at Fang Shisan in a daze, and said in surprise: "Don't you go?"

Fang Shisan looked complicated and sighed, "Go."

The sages appear on the Qinhuai River.

Jong-hyun carried his back with one hand, his sleeves fluttered, his purple long gown danced without wind, and his hair flew. His Confucian style dimmed the sword and sword shadows, and his pen was like flying, with a few strokes, and he immediately pointed out the prototype of a woman, with graceful body walking on the snow and picking flowers.

Bai Yujing's eyes were dazed, as if he admired his ancestors.

At this moment, Mr. Zhong was the saint who painted the Tao, and every stroke was like a trace of an immortal.

Jonghyun suddenly looked up and said no.

He sneered, "Since Li Qinglian is not afraid of thunder, why should I be afraid?"

The brush in your hand welcomes the empty dots.

After one point, a heavy stroke stood up, and the ink invaded between the pens spread like smoke, but it dissipated but did not melt, condensed together, like the void being a canvas, and a long blue sword was drawn in one stroke.

One stroke is a sword.

After drawing a sword, Jonghyun didn't even look at it, and it was decayed, "Go!"

Continue to lower your head and paint.

The light green sword that was dispersed with ink seemed to have spirituality, suddenly broke through the air and flew straight towards the thunder that was about to fall.

Crack!

A crisp sound.

Lightning sizzled like streams of light, scattering in all directions, and was as brilliant as fireworks.

The light green sword burst out.

Since he was no longer under the will of heaven, Jong Hyun didn't mind saying it. While painting, he sighed to Bai Yujing: "Bai's small calligraphy is also outstanding. You need to be more cautious in the future, but don't cause thunder."

Bai Yujing was so amused and crying, "I don't think so."

I don’t have the same posture as an immortal like you. In fact, no matter what kind of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, even if I interpret the works with all my body, I will never cause any thunder.

There has never been a muffled thunder.

Only when talking about the truth about the stranger will it cause thunder.

This is the sadness and luck of ordinary people.

Jong Hyun also laughed, "I see the eight beauties of Qinhuai, and the white-collar masters of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting should be the first. If I get the guidance of a famous scholar in the future, I will be a famous song and song record. If I live in my lifetime, I will be a hero among women. It is a pity that there are many evil spirits in the world of Daliang. Even my very complacent painting, I dare not say that it will definitely be better than some wise and descendants who have not yet appeared. You must know that there are mountains outside the mountain."

Bai Yujing watched Jonghyun's brush fall, and finally couldn't help it: "Sir's surname is Wu, or Gu?"

Jong Hyun laughed, "Can you see anything if I paint a woman?"

Bai Yujing was frightened and frightened: "Gu Sanjue?" But he also made some sense. If his surname was Gu, how could he know Li Qinglian?

Jonghyun smiled without saying a word.

As he spoke, there was another thunder falling from the snow clouds. Jong-hyun didn't think about it. He picked up his pen and fell a little in the void. As the ink was rippling, a light green ink-wash woman sang and danced, spreading across the top of the pleasure boat, embracing the thunder.

The woman ink and wash burst out, and the thunder disappeared invisibly.

The red and white thunder kept falling.

Zhong Xuan in the pleasure boat splashes ink and writes his pen like a flying lace, and the strokes are outlined, not only makes a woman who picks flowers on the snow and picks flowers appear on the paper, but also makes a strange phenomenon in her pen.

Some are long swords of ink and wash, some are women of ink and wash, or birds like arrows... Wherever your thoughts come, you will have strange phenomena you think of, and you can resist thunder.

Later, I found it troublesome, so I outlined a paper umbrella in the void and soared into the air to cover the boat.

More than a dozen thunders are unbreakable.

It was not until the red and white thunder turned into blue and purple thunder that the paper umbrella was broken.

The painting has been completed at this moment, and the ink traces are still wet.

Unfortunately, they are all ink and wash, and even plum blossoms are also ink and wash.

On the three-foot long canvas, it was under the plum forest after heavy snow. Plum blossoms dotted the branches, and the cold air was filled with pride and frost. A woman was wearing a long skirt and hugging the plum branches with her hands, and she smelled it carefully. Her expression was vivid and lifelike, and her spirit was as if such a woman would walk into the world as a canvas.

The woman picking plum blossoms is like a soul!
Chapter completed!