Great Sui Guoshi

"Hong Lian, don't mind."

On the scroll, the woman swinging on a swing blinked her eyes.

"As long as the young master doesn't really sell the servant's house."

"Humph."

Taoist Toad was also hungry, so he sat down by the table leg, biting the pancake, closing his eyes, swallowing it forcefully, and glanced at the picture scroll.

"If you sell you, you will come back by yourself."

In the painting, Nie Honglian also snorted, swinging on the swing, looking at the scholar who was busy hanging the painting with beautiful eyes.

"My son is reluctant."

"Don't talk, be careful to scare the guests away."

After finishing everything, Lu Liangsheng sat carelessly behind the long table. In his vision, the street lanterns were shaking, and there were few pedestrians. The night wind blew from the street, and a dead leaf whirled and floated past the booth.

"Uh... as cultivators, aren't we a bit miserable?"

Toad held the remnant cake and opened one eye.

"Remove the word 'we'."

These words made Hong Lian laugh directly in the painting, Lu Liangsheng covered his forehead with a laugh, went to get the black-patterned gourd as usual, and shook it in his hand.

"Oh, no wine."

While lamenting, the inn near the street was illuminated by warm yellow lights, and five people crossed their shoulders, staggering, talking and laughing as they walked out.

"Brother Chongwen is good at drinking, he really deserves to be a man from the north!" "That is, otherwise how could the four of us come to seek refuge with Wang Sheng."

"Confused, how can you be called Wang Sheng, from now on, the four of us will all call Brother Chongwen!"

"Haha, that's the reason...Brother Chongwen, let me get the lantern, and I'll get it!"

Among the four of them, a man with a light blue scarf on his head was dignified and elegant, and the lantern that illuminated the road in his hand was snatched away by the four of them. He sprinkled his cuffs with some satisfaction, and said with a smile:

"The name of Nanxiang Four Talents, Wang is also very popular here. Fortunately, there is quite a lot of land at home. The four of you can study here with peace of mind. In the next year, you will take the exam here. Don't go back to the Southern Dynasty."

The four of them were suddenly excited.

"Brother Chongwen, you are generous and generous." "That's right, we also have a scholar who's urgent, Lu Lang helps, but he is definitely not as generous and hospitable as Brother Chongwen."

"Then Lu Lang is just a matter of emergency. Brother Chongwen, this is a gurgling spring, quenching our thirst."

He praised fiercely, causing Wang Chongwen to wave his hands again and again: "I dare not take such a compliment." But there was a smile on his face from ear to ear.

At this time, the scholar carrying the lantern suddenly saw a stall on the street in front of him. He thought it was selling noodles and dog meat supper, but when he got closer, he found that it seemed to be selling calligraphy and painting.

"Brothers, look over there, there are still calligraphy and paintings for sale."

"Haha, just go over and taste it."

Wang Chongwen was bragged by the four people, and he was very excited. He shook his sleeves and approached the booth. Sure enough, the simple hanger was full of calligraphy and paintings: ferocious beasts, birds in the mountains, and some Many blank scrolls.

The most conspicuous painting of a beauty swinging on a swing made his eyes light up and he couldn't help giving a thumbs up.

"It's a good painting! But it's hard to find anyone to buy calligraphy and paintings at a stall at night."

Behind the long table, Lu Liangsheng saw that there was a business coming to the door, and arched his hands: "The five are here, you can take a look, or let me draw a picture now."

His eyes swept over the five people, and when he saw the four scholars at the side, he couldn't help but smile, and he probably recognized who they were.

However, it was raining and foggy that day, and they were holding umbrellas, so the four scholars felt that Lu Liangsheng looked familiar, and they couldn't recognize him as the person who took the boat together that day.

Among the four scholars, one of them saw a donkey with a bald tail not far away.

"I don't think I've seen this donkey anywhere."

In front of the painting booth, Wang Chongwen stared at Hong Lian's words for a while, then tilted his head and asked:

"How do you sell this painting?"

"This one is not for sale, and it cannot be for sale."

Seeing the Confucian scholar's doubts, Lu Liangsheng waved his hand, took off the scroll of Hong Lian, and said in a low voice, "It's a solicitation for business."

Hearing this, Wang Chongwen's doubts were immediately dispelled, and he didn't force him to buy it. Looking at the young man in front of him, who was wearing a dirty and old scholar's robe, he couldn't help asking:

"I see that your calligraphy is good and your paintings are beautiful, but your family is in trouble, so you sell calligraphy and paintings on the street for a living? Why don't you come to my house and sleep on a couch, and get your fame with peace of mind."

Lu Liangsheng put away the scroll and refused with a smile.

"That's not necessary, you can choose another one"

"That's fine, but if you want to prosper your family, you still need to get a good name." Wang Chongwen stopped persuading him, and picked a picture of a bird returning to the forest after crossing the scroll of ferocious beasts.

"How much is this one?"

"62 words."

It was the price of a room and a meal in the inn over there, but the four scholars over there shouted:

"Your painting is really expensive." "Brother Chongwen, I think it's better not to buy it."

"This scholar is poor and crazy."

Lu Liangsheng did not refute, and looked at Wang Chongwen who was facing him. There was something hard to see on the forehead of the other party, and a wisp of black energy coiled around him. According to the art of observing energy learned in "Qing Huai Bu Meng", this is a bad thing harbinger.

"Brother, if you like it, you can buy it back. Whether it is worth the price will be known later."

"God is talking, how can I believe it when I read it..."

The four scholars wanted to say more, but they were interrupted by Wang Chongwen raising his hand. He took out a money bag from his sleeve, roughly counted out the copper coins and put them on the table, and took the scroll of painting in his hand.

"Just this one, goodbye!"

Lu Liangsheng watched the five people leave, weighed the string of copper coins on the table in his hands, and then froze for a while.

"Seventy words?"

Looking at the figure that had already gone to the end of the street, he laughed.

"Receiving more benefits from others is to repay the good results. Alas, master is leaving, and I will take you to a good meal!"

Under the table, Taoist Toad looked at the string of copper coins in his hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"I finished eating all the cakes for the teacher, so you said it."

hiccup~~

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Wang Wang Wang!

Wang Wang!

The streets and alleys were dim, and the sound of dogs barking could be heard in the distance. The five people with lanterns turned around a corner, and the surroundings became lonely.

"Brother Chongwen, that person is obviously pretending." "Yeah, a painting is too expensive, it's a rip off."

"Just let's go back and return the painting."

Wang Chongwen waved his hands indifferently, walked among the four of them, and looked ahead.

"A scholar who is willing to sell calligraphy and paintings on the street is extremely poor. You and I are both literati, so we should do what we want, so we should help."

The four immediately arched their hands.

"Brother Chongwen is right." "Be kind and kind, let me be a role model!"

The moonlight shone coldly on the street, with a thin mist, and the barking of dogs could be heard faintly in the distance. In the direction of the five people, far away, a slender figure, carrying a burden, was stumbling towards him.

Feelings on the shelves:

This book was originally voted for the Xianxia category, and it was written to [-] characters before it was signed. Chunfeng wanted to cut it at the time, but seeing that there are many people who invested in this book, and there are still people who voted for [-], so I thought, stick to it Well, people who believe in me must not suffer this kind of loss.

After that, I searched everywhere for the contact information of the editor of Xianxia, ​​but it was a pity that I was not added, and I still did not come to sign the contract. Many books whose data were not as good as "The Great Sui Guoshi" were signed. He is a very nice person, and he also helped Chunfeng contact the editor of Xianxia, ​​but unfortunately there was no response.

In desperation, he had no choice but to ask Xingchen to sign the book to Wuxia.

This was the first time Chunfeng asked for help, and the second time he was refused a visa.

The first visa refusal was when I was writing supernatural a few years ago.

In a fit of anger, he ran to martial arts and wrote "The Factory".

The current experience is so similar, probably this is fate, and the spring breeze went around and returned to martial arts.

I really want to thank Wuxia for editing!

thank you so much.

I didn't let Chunfeng lose his promise, and let this book continue.

The National Teacher also wrote three books before, from the factory owner to the weapon master, two high-quality books with a collection of [-], and one with a collection of [-], which is a fake high-quality book with a difference of [-]%.

This is currently the fourth book, and I can't guarantee how good the results will be, after all, I often change styles.

Because Chunfeng thinks that an author should give readers a different reading experience, and if there is no word count, he should finish it decisively.

Hmm... I don't know how long this book will be. So far, less than one-fifth of the plot has passed.

And there has always been no outline, and some readers may think it is very risky, but this is the style of spring breeze, and you can check for omissions and fill in gaps, add or delete at any time.

Don't worry, the old author will not be unfinished, at least there are three books on it, and the reputation is still guaranteed. You can't let you waste money, right?

Hmm... Spring Breeze also has to eat, so it won't ruin his reputation.

However, after changing the style this time, it really hurt the fans of the original book. Under the general environment, Chunfeng must also make some changes. I hope everyone can understand, and it is also a challenge for Chunfeng to try a style that has never been written before.

I am also happy for this challenge, bringing a different story experience to readers who like spring breeze.

So, please give Chunfeng a little confidence!

So, as the old saying goes:

I write, you read.

It's coded!

Chapter 124 What a fucking thrill

"I just said that brother Chongwen has a broad mind."

"Yeah, now it's a job title, and next year Chunwei might get a high official and rich salary."

"At that time, I hope Brother Chongwen will support me."

During the chatter, the five hurriedly walked in the streets, Wang Chongwen suddenly stopped, looked around, and turned his face sideways.

"Did you hear the woman crying?"

The four scholars on the left and right stopped, looking at me and you.

"Did you hear that?" "Brother Chongwen is definitely right."

"Well, maybe there are indeed women crying."

The scholar carrying the lantern took a few steps forward, raised his arms and looked forward, the light of the paper lantern shone in all directions, and no ghosts could be seen on both sides of the street.

"No one... did you hear me wrong?"

woohoo~

woo~~~

The scholar who was speaking was stunned for a moment, and Wang Chongwen, who was opposite him, and the other three were also stunned. There really was a woman crying.

Following the intermittent crying, Wang Chongwen frowned and pointed to an alley not far away.

"It seems to come from over there."

Even if he lifted the hem of his robe and trotted over in a hurry, the four scholars could only follow closely behind and shout in a low voice.

"Brother Chongwen, run slowly, and be careful not to fall."

The alley was dim and it was difficult to see. Wang Chongwen saw four scholars coming from behind, took the lantern, and shone in.

"Girl, are you in there?"

The dim light flickered, and when the darkness was pushed away, the five of them vaguely saw the outline of a figure leaning against the wall, sitting on the ground with knees bent.