night.

Qingyun Dao Sect.

The sky is like ink.

Everyone gathered in the canteen again.

Xia Qingmo is leaving tomorrow, and Taoist Taihua has demonstrated his cooking skills again, this time it is even more meticulous than last time.

At the dinner table, no one mentioned the matter of separation.

Instead, he asked Xia Qingmo about the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Princess Qingmo, it is said that the Great Xia Palace is extremely luxurious. Is this true?"

Chen Lingrou looked at Xia Qingmo with curiosity and asked.

After all, for her, not to mention the Great Xia Palace, she had never seen it even in the Jin Palace, so her eyes were naturally full of curiosity.

"Little junior sister, the question you asked is a bit stupid. The Daxia Palace must be extremely luxurious. One of the five dynasties, it is estimated that each pillar is made of gold."

"Gold? You're too underestimating the Great Xia Dynasty, at least it's made of high-quality jade."

Xu Luochen and Wang Zhuoyu were arguing about what pillars of the Great Xia Dynasty were made of.

And Xia Qingmo smiled indifferently.

"It's not about jade, it's about a kind of purple gold divine wood. Gold and jade are too vulgar, so there won't be such things in the Daxia Palace."

Xia Qingmo said this.

As soon as these words were said, everyone was shocked.

"How big is the Great Xia Dynasty?"

Chen Lingrou continued to ask.

"I don't know how big it is. There are 3,333 palaces in the palace, each of which is almost ten times larger than here, and there are also places for sacrifices and the land of the ancestor dragon. Each one is extremely large. There are a thousand gardens and a thousand scenic spots in the entire palace. There are a towering mountain in the northwest for summer vacations."

Xia Qingmo explained.

She didn't exaggerate at all, and even didn't say it very carefully.

"Three thousand three hundred and thirty-three palaces? What do you want so many palaces to do?"

Chen Lingrou was amazed. To her, a palace was spectacular, with 3,333 palaces, how exaggerated it was.

Soon, Chen Lingrou was like a question girl, asking a series of questions.

What chopsticks are used by the emperor?

What is the emperor eating?

Everyone also listened with relish.

But after Xia Qingmo explained it one by one, everyone looked at the dining table again and felt that it was not so fragrant for no reason.

Except for the ancient sword immortal, everyone has no appetite. After all, hearing that the emperor’s meal is full of delicacies.

Looking at the dishes on my table, I naturally felt a little inexplicable.

That's it, the dinner was late at night.

Cliff in front of the blue clouds.

Xia Qingmo sat alone on the edge of the cliff, staring quietly at the black dome.

The cold wind blew, wrinkling Xia Qingmo's long skirt.

There is always a hint of melancholy hanging on her beautiful face.

In fact, her temperament has always been like this. When she was in the palace, there was no day when she was not like this, and she would only change when she left the palace.

No one disturbed Xia Qingmo. They all knew that Xia Qingmo wanted to be quiet alone.

That's it until dawn.

Ye Ping's figure appeared.

Instead of speaking, he took out pen, ink and rice paper.

I haven't painted for a long time.

Ye Ping placed the rice paper on the ground and habitually pressed the corners with a ruler.

Watching the night view, Ye Ping let the cold wind blow his long hair, and he remained silent.

On the front cliff.

Xia Qingmo had already noticed Ye Ping's figure, and she didn't say anything, but just looked at Ye Ping with a little curiousness.

When he found that Ye Ping had taken the rice paper and pen and ink, Xia Qingmo couldn't help but say curiously.

"Senior Brother Ye, do you know the art of painting?"

Xia Qingmo said curiously.

"A little understanding of one or two."

Ye Pingping smiled gently, and then wrote ink.

He did not paint night scenes, but a landscape painting.

Ye Ping's strokes were like a god. With a few simple strokes, he drew a river with a few simple strokes.

The ships look lifelike, and the bridge is a boatman who pulls the boat. This painting is very ordinary, but the painting is extremely good.

Xia Qingmo's eyes were very curious. For some reason, she felt that Ye Ping's painting style seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a moment.

This landscape painting was Ye Ping's first time painting. The natural style was a bit different, and it was normal that Xia Qingmo could not see it.

In less than a stick of incense.

The painting is ready.

Ye Ping looked at the painting and smiled on his face.

This is a landscape painting with bridgeheads and winding paths.

Soon, he slowly wrote on this landscape painting.

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. The boat will naturally be straight when it reaches the bridge. You can always get through sorrow and worries, and there is no need to add stones to your heart."

Ye Ping wrote a pronoun and wrote a proverb, this is not a poem.

This is the farewell gift that Ye Ping gave to Xia Qingmo.

Xia Qingmo has been paying attention to Ye Ping.

This painting is actually very good. Whether it is the landscape or the image of the characters, it makes her feel the exquisite painting technique.

But when this sentence appeared, it was like the finishing touch, which made Xia Qingmo stunned.

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain."

"The boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge."

"You can always get through sorrow and worries."

"No need to add stones to your heart."

These four sentences made Xia Qingmo feel much better, and he couldn't help but become more generous.

But at this moment, what shocked Xia Qingmo.

Ye Ping took out a seal and signed it on it.

【Qinglian Layman】

boom.

Like a bolt from the blue.

Xia Qingmo was stunned.

She looked at the signature tightly, which was even more shocking than seeing the peerless master.

"Are you a lay Buddhist Qinglian?"

Xia Qingmo was neglected in the palace. It was also a few years ago that his maid brought him a collection of poems.

It was a collection of poems by Mr. Qinglian, and each poem made her empathize with it.

So she fell in love with the poems of Mr. Qinglian and wanted to meet this Mr. Qinglian very much.

She even wanted to meet her with the help of Princess Daxia, but at that time, the Qinglian lay Buddhist had disappeared and no one could find the Qinglian lay Buddhist.

For this reason, Xia Qingmo could only buy some paintings of Qinglian lay Buddhists, and regarded them as meeting each other.

But what I didn't expect was that my favorite poet and painter was right next to me.

And he was so young that he even saved himself.

"Just fame."
To be continued...