Put base three through a sieve [comprehensive]

This kind of thing that no one can say is bad, even if Feng Yuluo wanted to agree, he couldn't agree.

Yu Luo only said: "If I can choose, I will remember it."

For Xie Yunliu, this answer was better than nothing, and it was a bit of comfort.

The last time I left my soul for three days, there was a considerable wedding.

It is rare that the wind and rain will be free for three more days, Xie Yunliu asked: "Is there anything you want to do, I can accompany you."

Feng Yuluo is now a soul body, and Fang Biling is always busy when he is on Fang Biling's body.

There is only a quarter of an hour away from the soul, and he can't go far.

"I haven't held a pen for a long time, and I want to draw." Feng Yuluo had no other pursuits.

"Even if you are in the state of leaving your soul now, you can't attach your soul to me, otherwise, it's up to you to draw." After Xie Yunliu finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something: "Speaking of it, on the day of the owner's wedding, Yan The gentleman brought back a gentleman who is said to be good at painting."

As soon as Feng Yuluo heard it, he became excited: "Mr. who is good at painting? Are you still in the valley?"

"I haven't heard of leaving." Xie Yunliu came back to life, gathered the things at hand, and said, "Going to visit?"

"Let's go." Feng Yuluo was more active than Xie Yunliu.

This energetic look made Xie Yunliu smile knowingly: "Then go."

Seeing that Xie Yunliu was about to go out, Yu Song quickly brought the carriage over.

Xie Yunliu said: "I'm going to Xianji Rock. It's difficult to travel by horse-drawn carriage. It's better to take the big carving in the valley."

Yu Song then asked if he needed to accompany him, Xie Yunliu said: "No."

Xie Yunliu went to the medicine house first, and asked Liu Wen of the medicine house to borrow the feather ink carving.

Liu Ren, the six-year-old son of Liu Wen's family, watched Liu Wen check the reins without blinking.

After confirming that everything was in order, Xie Yunliu got up lightly and walked towards Xianji Rock on the feather ink carving.

When they arrived at Xianjiyan, there were disciples of Wanhua Shumo who were teaching Guzhong Xiaohuataihualuo how to write and break characters, and the sound of calligraphy came from the Shushu in the bamboo forest.

Seeing Xie Yunliu, a disciple of Wanhua greeted him and said, "Thank you, Guanzhu, but do you want to find Mr. Yan?"

Xie Yunliu asked: "On the day of Master Gu's wedding, is the gentleman who returned with Mr. Yan here?"

"You mean Mr. Wu?" the disciple replied.

"The one who is good at painting." Xie Yunliu responded.

"Here, let's draw water in the pavilion on the cliff with Mr. Yan, Xie Guanzhu can go and watch quietly, just don't disturb." The disciple said, pointing in the direction.

When the disciple said goodbye and left, Yu Luo asked excitedly, "My surname is Wu? Are you good at painting?"

"Do you know who it is?" Xie Yunliu asked strangely.

Feng Yuluo had a very serious guess: "My surname is Wu! Daozi Wu! A saint of painting!"

"He. There is actually the name of a saint of painting handed down to the world?" Xie Yunliu remembered that there was a painter in the palace who was ordered by Xuanzong to "not paint unless there is an edict".

"He used to serve in the palace, have you seen him?" Hearing Xie Yunliu's tone, Feng Yuluo was always envious.

Izumo Temple was built with funds from the royal family of the Li family. Although Xie Yunliu is not like an official who needs to go back to the palace to report on his duties, if Xuanzong wrote to ask him, he would also go to the palace.

Then there is the Liuyushui Escort Bureau, which is closely related to the Izumo Temple. Xie Yunliu will go to the palace about every two years.

"I've heard of his name, but I haven't had the chance to meet him." Xie Yunliu said, "If it's really him, it's a good time. Let's meet together."

Following the direction guided by Disciple Wanhua, Xie Yunliu went up the stairs, and sure enough, in the pavilion on the cliff, he saw Yan Zhenqing standing side by side with a long-bearded man in his fifties, facing the Xianjiyan Waterfall. Before the desk.

One person writes, one person quietly observes.

Hearing footsteps, Yan Zhenqing turned around, saw Xie Yunliu, motioned for silence, and walked away from the bearded man lightly.

"Why did Guanzhu Xie come here?" Yan Zhenqing said softly after walking away from the book pavilion, fearing to alarm the bearded man.

"I heard that Mr. Wu, who is good at painting, is painting water in Xianji Rock, so I came to see it." Xie Yunliu also responded softly.

Yan Zhenqing made a quiet gesture, and asked Xie Yunliu to follow him.

The wind and rain had already floated to the table of the long-bearded man, and the man's eyes were immersed in a waterfall, as if fascinated.

It didn't seem to matter whether he let go of the voices behind him or not, he simply turned a deaf ear to them.

The drawing paper is still empty now, only the tip of the pen is hanging in the air, as if trying to figure out the layout in his heart.

After a while, I saw a man with a long beard swiping his pen into the ink pool, one after another, the water colors fell on the paper like flowing clouds and flowing water.

While the tip of the pen is churning, there is a breath of living water splashed by fine ink.

But with a cup of tea, the painting on this paper will be done in one go.

Paintings with ink pen and white paper, no regrets.This alone made Feng Yuluo fall to the ground in admiration.

The bearded man signed his name on the scroll, and it turned out to be Wu Daozi.

Wu Daozi put the pen aside, turned around and found that there was an extra person in the pavilion.

Xie Yunliu has his own eyes for appreciating paintings.

Just before Wu Daozi signed the signature, he had confirmed the identity of this person eighty percent, cupped his hands and said, "As expected of Mr. Daoxuan."

Wu Daozi hurriedly said: "Don't dare!"

Seeing that he was indeed Wu Daozi, Feng Yuluo immediately became excited: "Wu Daozi!!!! My Huagu's position as a painting saint is now in vain, can you help me keep him?!! I will pay homage to him when I am born He is a teacher!!!"

Lin Baixuan is not yet an adult, he probably still lives with his father in Jinshui Town, and grows tribute oranges with Wu Ji.

And that Mr. Lin will be the Pavilion Master of Lingxue Pavilion in the future.

Compared with Wu Daozi, who came from a clean background and has a long history and reputation, this one is more suitable as the painting saint of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers!

Xie Yunliu and Wu Daozi exchanged their identities, and before the two of them finished their courtesies, they were overwhelmed by Feng Yuluo's secret words.

"Even if you want to, you have to ask Mr. Wu's ambitions first." Except for the things he treated him back then, Xie Yunliu rarely saw Feng Yuluo being so persistent in one thing, and he was almost jealous in his heart, but he knew that Feng Yuluo was just pursuing painting skills , persuaded: "Whether Mr. Wu can stay or not, when you are born, I will take you to worship under Mr. Wu, how about it."

"Aww!!! Die without regret!!!" Yu Luo's excited soul body was about to fluctuate.

Although Feng Yuluo's paintings are comics, many of the techniques are inherited from the techniques of the prosperous Tang Dynasty after the research of the masters of later generations.

Now that Wu Daozi was face to face, he had a lot of questions, all of which he wanted to understand.

He himself couldn't convey it to Wu Daozi, so he could only tell Xie Yunliu in secret words, and Xie Yunliu would help him to find out one by one.

Wu Daozi originally thought that Xie Yunliu was just visiting as a courtesy, but he never thought that this Izumo temple master would actually ask many questions that only a person with a certain level of painting skills would ask.

The two chatted happily for a while, and even Yan Zhenqing was temporarily put aside.

After all the questions that Feng Yuluo could think of were asked, and it took a while to digest, the conversation between the two came to an end.

Wu Daozi is now more than 50 years old, and several of his disciples have grown up.He is not only good at painting himself, but also good at being a teacher. After chatting with Xie Yunliu today, he couldn't help sighing: "It turns out that Xie Guanzhu is not only excellent in swordsmanship, but also good at painting. .”

When Xie Yunliu heard the words, his heart moved: "Izumo Island has been known as Immortal Island since ancient times. If Mr. Wu is interested, he can visit Izumo Island in the future. I will definitely treat Mr. Wu very well."

Today's Izumo Island is very different from the Izumo Island in the Jiansan game.

Without the abuse of the Japanese people, on Izumo Island, there are mountains, covered with green forests; where there is water, there are blue seas and blue sky.

After more than ten years of wind and rain, the charm of Izumo Temple has been completed.

At sunrise, in the Izumo Temple located on the top of Izumo Mountain, there will be auspicious energy transpiration, soaring upwards.

From a distance, it becomes a scene of auspicious clouds and auspicious atmosphere.

Most of the people who are lucky enough to enter and leave the Izumo Temple with such a landscape are people from the rivers and lakes.

Even if I am amazed by such a scene, I can't write amazing poems or draw a masterpiece with thousands of scenes.

And because of the remoteness of the place, few other people come, so the grand scene is still unknown to the world.

Seeing that Wu Daozi was a little moved, Xie Yunliu continued his efforts: "Wanhua Valley has the beauty of mountains, and Izumo Island has the splendor of sea and sky. It would be a pity if Mr. Wu couldn't go for a visit."

Wu Daozi really agreed: "I will accept the invitation of Master Xie, and I will definitely go there when I am free."

Xie Yunliu's goal was achieved, and he left contentedly.

When Feng Yuluo heard this, he turned around a bit: "You dig the wall of my flower valley!"

"When you are born, if Mr. Wu stays out of Yundao, it will be fine for you to live with me. How can it be regarded as cheating?" Xie Yunliu asked with a smile.

"Cub, you've learned badly!" Yu Yuluo complained.

"Who did you learn from?!" Xie Yunliu asked with a smile.

"It's definitely not with me, I'm pure!" Feng Yuluo boasted shamelessly, and then continued to make a request: "Anywhere is fine, in short, I want to worship under Mr. Wu!"

Famous teachers give birth to great apprentices. Since he wants to stay in this era, he doesn't have electronic drawing boards to use, so he must first find a good master for himself.

"The teacher has been found, so you should be born soon." Xie Yunliu said with a smile.

"Dongfang Yuxuan didn't work too hard!" Feng Yuluo flew up a pot and smashed it on Guzhu's head.

"Pfft..." Even Xie Yunliu couldn't help laughing.

It's really not wrong for Yu Yuluo to smash the pot, one month has passed, two months have passed...

There are only two Lihun Baoyuan pills left, Luo Feng is almost unable to withstand Pei Yuan's honey offensive, Fang Biling has no good news yet.

"Will I really be born in Huagu?" Feng Yuluo began to doubt the authenticity of this matter.

After all, in the beginning, he was the one who babbled casually.

Xie Yunliu asked Lu Zu to do the math, that is also metaphysics.

Apart from posting missions, his system doesn't care about other idle things at all.

This is a system that is not artificial enough at all, can it be returned?

In the blink of an eye, Fang Biling ate another Lihun Baoyuan Pill.

In the blink of an eye, another month has passed.

Fang Biling stretched out her wrist in front of Elder Sun, and Elder Sun felt his pulse carefully, unable to bear it, but still had to shake his head.

"No?" Fang Biling asked.

Seeing Fang Biling's disappointment, Elder Sun comforted him, "You're still young, so don't rush."

Feng Yuluo was much more straightforward than Fang Biling: 【Not in a hurry?There is only one Lihun Baoyuan pill left, don't worry now, you have to fly in a hurry in the future! 】

While Fang Biling was amused, she comforted Feng Yuluo instead: [Isn't there another one? !God's will, maybe this one is the key? 】

[My mother, you are so calm! 】The wind and rain have subsided.

Fang Biling took pleasure in bitterness: [It won't be too late to wait until you are born. 】

The author has something to say: if the owner of the valley does not work hard, the blame is flying everywhere~

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Lin Baixuan in the first version of the plot of Jiansan is of the same age as Wu Daozi.

Later, Lin Baixuan in the setting set became 745 years old in 29.

I didn't want to talk about Lin Baixuan's age, so I had a big brain hole and invited the painting saint Wu Daozi.

If Wu Daozi, the sage of painting, sits in the Valley of Flowers, wouldn’t it be beautiful to paint thousands of flowers~~