"ah!?"

Lin Zhao was overjoyed: "Brother Donkey? You're still here!"

The donkey immediately lay down in the grass on the bank, rolling and having fun.

"Okay, okay..."

Lin Zhao laughed: "I will enjoy the scenery in the river. You can follow me on the bank. If you are hungry, you can eat grass by yourself."

The donkey gets up sooner or later, waving its tail happily.

…

Afternoon.

Lin Zhao stepped on the clear waves and drifted slowly along the river. The flow speed of the Xianning River was extremely slow, almost no longer flowing in some areas. The picture of green mountains and green water was extremely pleasant. When Lin Zhao raised his head, he saw a leaf.

The boat floated in the river. On the bow of the boat, sat a middle-aged man wearing a blue scholar's shirt. He carried an oil-paper umbrella behind him. He looked quite handsome and looked like a scholar, but in his hand was a

A paintbrush is painting the landscape scroll on the Xianning River.

A painter?

Lin Zhao smiled slightly, drove the reeds to the side of the boat, and quietly watched the painter paint the beautiful scenery of heaven and earth.

This middle-aged painter was very focused and focused on the drawing board, coloring the landscape one stroke at a time. Just as he was coloring the willows on the bank and the autumn water on the river, Lin Zhao looked up and found that the scenery on both sides of the bank was changing.

There are more and more inks on the drawing board, and there seems to be a lot more cyan, as if the entire river scene has come alive for it.

Immediately, Lin Zhao frowned. This painter is extraordinary. Has he moved the world with his painting skills?!

…

A villa on the top of a mountain, a natural residence.

In front of the large water tank, the old man looked down at the texture floating on the stone, looked at the backs of Lin Zhao and the boat painter, frowned, silently deduced something, and couldn't help but let out a sneer: "This is the plot of a fool.

But it’s very deep, I hope Xiao Zhao can see through it, huh, you actually want to turn this beauty in Xiao Zhao’s heart into his inner demon, how vicious are your intentions?”

As he spoke, he flicked it gently, and all the scenes of a world of flowers on the water disappeared.

"Sir?"

Lin Xingchu was surprised.

"You don't have to read anymore."

The old gentleman smiled and said: "We don't need to investigate everything in Xiao Zhao's heart. Don't worry, he will be fine."

"Um."
Chapter completed!