The thunder thunder woke Qinhuai up.

As the thunder fell, countless people on both sides of the Qinhuai River looked at the pleasure boat in the river, and saw the long sword of ink and wash, and even the ink and wash umbrella of ink and wash, and after hearing it with others, countless worshipping kneels.

All of them know there are immortals on the boat.

The two sides of the Qinhuai River, with crowds of people, suddenly boiled again, and the sound of marveling and worship was about to blow the heavy snow away. Countless people looked at the river and were so shocked that they could not say a word.

On the water town painting boat, a man in purple held a pen and wrote a pen while laughing loudly.

Heaven and earth are canvas, mountains and rivers are ink.

There is no ink on the pen, but there is a color of ink flowing, like smoke and water, floating and scattering into the Qinhuai River. Under the surprised eyes of countless people, they suddenly saw big waves rolling up in the water.

A big fish jumped out of the water, slapped the waves and kept floating.

Big fish are also ink-colored.

The man in purple clothes carried his hands on his back and stepped out one step. After the big fish raised his tail to catch the man, he split the waves, like a dragon snake in the water, swaying layers of waves and heading straight to the river bank.

True miracle!

Such miracles are no different from when Fan Wenzheng drove a crane into the blue sky when he left!

Above the pleasure boat, a woman was blessed with a blessing to the big fish and the people.

Countless people kneel down.

However, there was a sound of iron hooves. As the Jiankang Mansion soldiers and swords came to hear the news, even though everyone yearned for the appearance of this saint, they did not dare to go against the government. They closed their doors and doors, but looked into the river through the gaps in the window lattice.

Jong-hyun rides a fish with his hands behind his back, and his purple gown flutters in the wind and snow. There is a scattered lightning above his head, which is as ethereal as a fairy crossing the sea.

Landing.

The big fish behind him shattered, turning into wisps of ink smoke and melted into the heavy snow.

A blue and purple thunder struck down in the sky.

The sage of the painting saint waved his hand, and his pen, which had long been inkless, was as magnificent as a magical skill. It produced light blue ink out of thin air, condensed and tangible. A paper umbrella of two meters in radius appeared half a meter above his head.

Let the purple lightning strike and remain unmoved.

Blocking thunder is like snow.

The thunder struck down, landed on the umbrella, and then burst into thousands of fireworks. Jong-hyun stepped on his steps and the paper umbrella followed. At this moment, Jong-hyun was the saint walking on the earth.

The saint holds a pen, holds an umbrella, and walks through the snow and thunder.

Li Ruyu, with his sword on his left and right sword, silently stared at the sage of painting, and bent down slightly: "Sir, polite."

Jonghyun nodded, "I want to teach you to be disappointed."

Li Ruyu was surprised, "Sir, are you leaving Jiankang?"

Jong-hyun sighed, "I can't bear to see the man's blue blood flowing in the sky. Last night, five people stained the sky with blood. It's so pitiful. They are all good men in Daliang. Why not go to the north to kill the barbarians, but die by the Qinhuai River because of me, a strange man. Isn't that a pity?"

Li Ruyu was stunned for a moment, then was silent for a while before saying, "Please go to Lin'an. Your Majesty will like Mr.'s paintings very much. No one will die in vain. Mr.'s painting brush can even live countless men on the battlefield."

Jonghyun shook his head.

"So, Prince Zhao Yan, what do you think?" A breeze rippled, and the young man holding the sword appeared seven or eight meters to the left of Li Ruyu, as if he appeared out of thin air, and it seemed that he had been there all the time, but no one could see it.

Jong Hyun still shook his head, "My painting is the mountains and rivers of the world, not the mountains and rivers of a certain person in the world."

The difference between mountains and rivers and rivers is different in meaning.

This is the heart of a painter.

Art belongs to the world after all, and not to one person alone, and the king cannot override the world.

The young man holding the sword sneered, and his murderous intention dispersed, "That's nothing to talk about?"

Jonghyun laughed, "Why do you need to talk about it?"

Li Ruyu was silent for a while and looked at Jong Hyun, "Mr. I want to be an idle cloud and wild crane, but I admire him later. But people who study for a lifetime and learn for a lifetime are not their own selfishness. If you have great talents, why not use this talent to benefit the world. If you are poor, you will be good at it. If you are well-off, you will also benefit the world. This is the heart of a scholar."

Jong Hyun was surprised and smiled with relief: "If all the scholars in the world are like you, how can the world be in peace?"

He also said: "A painter, I only know how to use my brush and ink to preserve the scenery of time and scenery, and to safeguard the world's affairs. I have the great scholar who has knowledge and knowledge. If the Empress holds you accountable in the future, she will be attributed to me."

Li Ruyu had no choice but to ask for the last time: "Sir, really want to leave?"

Jong-hyun nodded, "Your master is not willing to become an official. Although I can't compare with your master, I am willing to keep a little bit of a strange character. The empress also knows that these strange people in the world of Daliang are not all those who can be killed by the Beizhenfushi and recruited."

Existence means reasonable.

Since strange people exist in this world, there is no original sin to say. If you have the freedom to live according to your own wishes, why do you have to kill them all? If you don’t use them for your own sake, you will be killed. It’s really too domineering.

Li Ruyu smiled bitterly, "But sir have you ever thought that if one day you fall into the hands of a traitor, your painting path will become a weapon to massacre the people, which will not be a blessing for the people."

A voice laughed loudly, "I dare to ask County Magistrate Li, what is a traitor?"

Han was wearing a prefect and under the escort of a man with a wound on his wrist, walking on the snow, and his voice was like a loud sound, "The butt determines the head. The traitor in the mouth of County Magistrate Li is not the possibility of becoming a sage in one day!"

"The merits and demerits are determined, and the disciples in history have kept them to write." Han stood in front of Jong-hyun carelessly, and then bowed and said: "Mr. He has the truth to cultivate himself, but scholars cultivate themselves, manage their families, and govern the country. Why do you want to sprinkle the dead objects among the mountains and rivers? You must know that all the people in the world are the hearts of our scholars."

Jong Hyun was surprised and pondered for a long time before sighing: "What a good way to be a husband!"

Mr. Han smiled obscurely, "But I'm not for my husband."

Jong Hyun shook his head, "The Prime Minister Han will surely rise to the top in the future and will eventually become the prime minister and the king. I hope you can remember what you say today, take the people of the world as your thoughts, and assist the emperor in creating a more prosperous world with a full set of scholarly spirit, and do not let us down on scholars."

As soon as these words were said, Han, Li Ruyu and the young man holding swordsman knew that this sage, strange man, would never go to Lin'an, and would become Wang Kun's aide when he entered the court, and he was not attractive to him.

Mr. Han sighed, "Sir, please leave."

In fact, this is something I am happy to see - if my mentor Wang Kun gets this strange man, then the empress will fail. Will Ning Hong take it when Thunder is angry?

No matter how you look at your mentor, maybe this sage stranger quietly went south to Lin'an with the young man holding a sword. When he turned around, the young man holding a sword would kill himself with one sword.

It's better to let him leave.

If the mentor blames him, what can he do to himself?

At worst, I will break up in one beat and one go. Without your support from Wang Kun, I, Han, can't enter the center to compete for the position?

joke!

However, this sage stranger is likely to be unable to leave.

Since he didn't go to Lin'an, neither the Empress nor Wang Kun would let him leave Jiankang alive. I'm afraid that next, the young man holding the sword and Li Ruyu worked together to kill the saint of the Painting Tao.

As soon as he thought of this, Mr. Han sighed.
Chapter completed!