During the twelve years of the Great Demonic Dynasty, in late summer and early autumn, in the morning, the fog had not dissipated and the air was cool.

The fierce tiger attacked, with heavy casualties, and the martial arts master was also defeated.

A man appeared in the forest, who looked like a young man, with a handsome and handsome man, with the power of subduing dragons and subduing tigers, and suppressing evil tigers on the ground.

The tiger conquered, and the Taoist was kind-hearted, so explain it.

The evil tiger backfires.

The Taoist turned sideways, held the tiger's belly and threw it ten feet away.

The tiger retreated with fear, and the Taoist saw that the tiger was evil and picked up a sword to kill it.

...

This man, known as the Saint of Calligraphy, was only in his forties, wearing a pale white gown, with a full face like a crown and jade, and a full seal. He picked up his pen and wrote a few lines on the paper.

The historian took a look and felt that the font was full of charm, with neither light nor heavy strokes, neither thick nor thin. It was neither golden swords nor iron horses, nor majestic and grand. However, when he savored it carefully, he had a charm that came, leisurely and long.

The historian was about his early fifties and his face looked a little dark and red. He looked at the words and pondered: "In the past, he always wrote a magnificent and majestic brush, like an iron hook and silver stroke. Now he has the meaning of returning to the essence. It seems that your writing skills have increased."

The Saint of Calligraphy nodded slightly, but looked at the lines of words on the paper, his brows still tightened.

The historian asked, "What?"

The Calligraphy Saint pointed to the unfinished painting beside him and said, "Just now, the Taoist threw a tiger, and the scene was shocking. I think Brother Tang's painting skills must be improved. This painting must be famous throughout the ages. In the end, I should always write inscriptions for him. Like this painting, it must be a masterpiece by Brother Tang so far. I must not be careless. I must practice it so that I will not regret it if I make any mistakes later."

People call him a calligraphy saint, and being able to get a word or half of his sentence is a great blessing, which shows how high his attainment in writing is.

However, such saints dare not neglect, for fear of detrimental to famous paintings.

The historian took a look and found that the painting saint was completely unaware of the outside world. He used his pen and ink, for fear of forgetting the scene just now. While remembering the picture, he quickly painted it on the paper.

"It seems that his painting skills have also improved." The historian sighed and said, "This matter is a real thing, not a false thing. Since I have seen it with my own eyes, I cannot be regarded as ignorant. I want to record this matter in history, but such ghosts and gods are probably not tolerated by the official history, and even unofficial history may not be recorded. It can only be used as a joke and will not take it seriously by future generations."

After saying that, the historian sighed and said, "But you have to try it."

The saint of calligraphy considers the words, how to write, or how to modify these lines of words and whether to modify them. Gradually, it has been sunk into it.

But the painting saint has never stopped writing yet, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out. He started writing as fast as the wind.

"Three sirs, the young immortal outside asks for a visit." The servant heard a report from outside the carriage.

"not see!"

"Let him get out!"

"Don't bother!"

...

These three adults are so bold that they dare to anger the immortals and offend the immortal power?

The servant who reported the report was trembling, afraid that the immortal who could subdue dragons and tigers would be resentful and would use his thunder and earth fire.

Qin Xianyu stood outside the carriage and stayed for a moment.

Historian, calligraphy saint, and painting saint. He was originally a respectful person who heard Su Wenxiu talk about the identities and titles of these three people. He was determined to seek experience, but he did not know that the dignified Dragon and Tiger real person was also turned away. He still couldn't come back to his senses.

Su Wenxiu couldn't help but feel funny and said, "These three have their own strengths and are respected as saints in the same place. It's normal to have some tempers. This time I'm here to meet the three of you and invite you to the capital, but I didn't know I met..."

She looked at the fierce tiger, and was still scared. Then she looked at the injured and the dead, and her heart became much heavier.

Seeing that she was in a deep mood, Qin Xianyu thought about it and said, "The Saint of Calligraphy and the Saint of Painting are all rumored figures. Even the Taoist priest who never leaves the house knows many deeds, especially the Saint of Calligraphy. His profound literary attainments have been regarded as role models by many scholars."

"It is said that every painting of the Lord of the Holy Tang Dynasty is worth thousands of taels. He once painted a green dragon, which is vast and desolate, lifelike, like an ancient dragon, priced at ten thousand taels. When it was passed to the State of Chu, a prince thought it was a real demon dragon. His vast and domineering aura rushed from the paper, scaring the old prince to death."

"As for the saint of calligraphy, it is a real one-word fortune. A great clan once asked him to carve a ancestral hall plaque, and he gave him tens of thousands of silver as a reward. It is said that later someone snatched this plaque, and many casualties were killed and injured. In the end, the plaque was cut into two pieces. Some people found that the ink had penetrated into the depths of the plaque, almost penetrated the back, which was truly full of insight."

"As for the historian..."

Speaking of this, Qin Xianyu was embarrassed. In fact, he often heard people talk about books before, and some people mentioned the two calligraphy saints and painting saints, but the historian really didn't know.

Su Wenxiu was in a low mood. Seeing that he was so embarrassed, she couldn't help but relieve herself. She looked at him and said, "This historian, his ancestors were written by him. He has been a family that recorded official history in all dynasties. As long as he did not commit any crimes, even the emperor would not dare to attack them. There were many wise kings in the holy dynasties throughout the ages, and there were only a few foolish people, but they were also recorded in the history books by historians, and they are still not ashamed of."

This surprised Qin Xianyu.

If the dynasty changes, it is common for historians to judge the right and wrong of the emperors of the previous dynasty. However, the great holy dynasty is still there, so it is surprising that these historians dare to record the right and wrong of the emperors of the current dynasty.

But when you think about it carefully, it was expected that with the historical records, the emperor would have some constraints, otherwise it would have been a bad reputation for thousands of years. Although the Imperial Heavenly Prison acted like this and was considered a transcendence in the secular court, in fact, it was indeed able to urge the emperor to do what he did.

Qin Xianyu asked a few more questions about Su Wenxiu escorting them, and then the two talked to themselves. Qin Xianyu told her some of his experiences in the capital, but he was not a proud person, so he did not tell the other party about his many experiences in the capital, and did not boast about the name of Yuhua Daojun.

The deceased have been buried, and the injured are mostly fine under Qin Xianyu's treatment.

Qin Xianyu had amazing medical skills, comparable to a famous doctor. Now he has become a real person in Longhu. His true energy can save people. As long as he is not killed on the spot, no matter how serious the injury is, he can save his life.

Ye Qing fainted, but Qin Xianyu injected him with an additional radius of true qi and left it in his body, increasing his qi and blood and strengthening his physical constitution. After he woke up, as long as he practiced hard and stood hard, his internal strength could increase by one or two inches without ten days and half a month.

Qin Xianyu is actually not good at speaking, and although Su Wenxiu is often busy with the prime minister's mansion, he doesn't say much in front of him.

After a while, there was a silence between the two. It was quite embarrassing.

Qin Xianyu suddenly remembered something and asked, "The guards in this line of work have suffered heavy losses. How should you go back?"

Su Wenxiu shook her head slightly and said, "There is a small city not far ahead. Then let the county magistrate come to welcome me and send some people to me. Moreover, I have already released the pigeon just now. I believe that someone in the prime minister's mansion will come to pick me up before tomorrow. It will not be inconvenient."

Qin Xianyu nodded, looked at the fierce tiger again, and said, "This is a demon tiger. His Taoism is not low, and blood and flesh are of great use. If you send someone to transport it back, the blood and brain marrow can be preserved and eaten."

Su Wenxiu frowned slightly.

Qin Xianyu knew she was worried and said, "It has not been digested yet. If you ask someone to cut out the internal organs, you can also collect some of the guards' bones swallowed by it and bury them. As for this evil tiger, it can be eaten."

Su Wenxiu nodded slightly.

At this time, Qin Xianyu felt that it was not easy to delay and immediately said goodbye.

Su Wenxiu was a little reluctant and finally nodded.

Qin Xianyu pondered a little. He made a talisman on the spot, and used the cultivation of the Dragon and Tiger Real Man to draw a talisman to calm the mind, which could concentrate and calm the spirit, and even had the power of a blue dragon, which could drive away evil spirits. Ordinary wild beasts and ferocious birds dared not approach, and monsters who were usually ignorant were even more afraid.

I gave this talisman to Su Wenxiu before saying goodbye to her.

In fact, everyone was very curious about this immortal Taoist priest and looked sideways. They were even more surprised to see that their ladies could chat with such immortals. At this moment, they all came forward and bowed down together, saying that they would send the immortals respectfully.

Qin Xianyu raised his hand, released his true energy, and helped everyone up, and said, "You don't have to do this."

After collecting his true energy, he left and disappeared among the woods.

This young Taoist priest subdued dragons and tigers, and came and went casually.

If it weren't for the fact that this place was still in a mess and there were many casualties, I'm afraid everyone would have only had an illusion.

Su Wenxiu looked at his back gradually hiding in the forest, looked at the talisman paper in her hand, and suddenly sighed.

...

"The Taoist throws the tiger picture!"

The Painting Saint is in his forties, but his appearance is only as good as thirty-six or seven years, with a dignified appearance, a straight facial features and fair skin. He sweats heavily, abandons the ink brush, and looks at this picture, and gradually, he is also fascinated by it.

There is a forest in the painting.

There was a young Taoist in the forest who held the tiger's belly with one hand and raised the huge and fierce tiger to its head.

This Taoist looked calm, and his fierce tiger's appearance was revealed.

A shocking feeling arises naturally.

He has profound achievements in painting, so he doesn't have to portray too much. He just draws all the things he should draw and abandons all the things he should have to abandon.

This painting is even more dreamy and the scene is much more beautiful than what everyone saw with their own eyes just now.

"Brother Wang, it depends on your inscription." The Painting Saint breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This is the highest work of Tang in this life. I'm sorry for being disrespectful. Please don't write it hastily, so you can make a living."

The sage of calligraphy looked solemn and nodded, "You have to record the previous picture, so you paint quickly, for fear of missing out, but now this picture has been done, and the inscription is not urgent. Let me prepare for a few days to write it again when the energy is most abundant, so as not to be worthy of you, the Taoist slingering tiger picture."

The calligraphy saint is also afraid that the calligraphy saint is not worthy of the Taoist throwing the tiger picture, but the painting saint is not humble and only makes a promise. He also said: "Today, I am shocked by the fierce tiger, I am afraid that Brother Wang is in a bad state. If he can brew it carefully, it will be the best."

The historian looked at the picture and sighed: "It's true that this Taoist's deeds throwing the tiger picture cannot be recorded in the official history, I will definitely record it in the unofficial history."

The Shusheng shook his head and said, "This matter may cause a lot of controversy, which will be bad for your reputation. Even people in later generations will think that you made up for no reason and crack down on your reputation."

The historian sneered: "I only remember the real thing, what is my reputation?"

At this moment, Lord Hua Sheng Tang suddenly raised his eyebrows and said anxiously: "Where is that immortal? There is such a true god in this world who subdues dragons and tigers. It is impossible for Tang to become a disciple and learn Taoism."

After saying that, he lifted the curtain and could not see the young Taoist priest. He was anxious and attracted someone and said, "Where is the immortal? Where has the immortal gone?"

The man was the servant who had just passed the message. He looked strange and said, "The immortal chief asked to see the three adults, but was rejected outside the carriage. He then talked to the lady for a while and then left."

"Refused to be outside the carriage?"

Upon hearing this, Lord Tang, who was respected as the painting saint by the world, was furious and shouted: "Who is so rude that he is so disrespectful to the immortal?" (To be continued)
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