There couldn't be some defensive formation here, could there?
Chu Danqing pondered as he stepped on the cobblestone path. There was a thick layer of snow on top and a layer of bamboo leaves, but no one swept it.
The bamboo forest was mainly green, but there was also a hint of yellow mixed in. It stretched high into the sky, and in his eyes, it naturally turned into flower green, light green, emerald green, goose yellow, garcinia yellow, dusky yellow, and so on. The myriad of colors changed from three-dimensional to flat, forming an exquisite meticulous painting.
He shook his head and threw these thoughts out of his mind. He had been studying in the mountains for ten years, and was almost going crazy from studying painting. Sigh, the outside world was still better!
The senior apprentice-sister from the school of medicine just now was really beautiful. Although his Master often said that there was a Yan Ruyu in the painting, and he also had the power to make Yan Ruyu walk out of the painting, it was a living beauty. It was different from a painting. This was also the biggest difference between him and his Master. His Master had a distracting thought, but he still wanted to keep it.
"It's you?" Li Qingshan looked at Chu Danqing, who was walking over, looking left and right.
"It's me. I'm here to see the future territory of the painter!" Chu Danqing puffed out his chest. Chu Shidao had asked him to find out the truth about Li Qingshan. Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. However, he had not thought of what to do yet.
"Do you want to drink?" Li Qingshan did not seriously sprawl in front of his desk to write. Instead, he leisurely leaned against the corridor, holding a jade cup in his hand and surrounded by jars of wine.
Although he had decided on the direction of his writing, he still felt troubled when it came to actually writing. He walked around the room a few times, and suddenly remembered that he had not drunk the hundred jars of wine Sun Fubai had given him!
He wanted to imitate the story of "Li Bai's Hundred Poems on Drinking", so he took them out and drank a few cups alone. Although they were all fine wine, he felt that it was lacking in flavor.
Li Taibai wanted to "raise his cup to invite the bright moon. To form a trio. " This wine was indeed not easy to drink. After thinking about it, An was preparing for the assembly. Milliped was hibernating, Hwa Seung-zan was in seclusion, and Han Tieyi was busy with military affairs. He could not get away.
Just as he was feeling miserable about not having a drinking buddy, he suddenly saw Chu Danqing and invited him over.
Chu Danqing was stunned for a moment. The words he had prepared in his stomach could not come out. He had never drunk much. A painter was not a poet. He couldn't be drunk all day. Only when he was clear-headed could he be confident and steady.
Smelling the fragrance of the wine, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
It was a clear stream. The wine was poured into two jade cups from the jar.
Chu Danqing's real name was Goudan 'er. He was twenty-one years old. Because he had a delicate baby face. So he looked very young.
He was discovered by Chu Shidao in his hometown when he was a beggar on the streets. Possessing a strange bloodline, he was known as the Verdant Blood of Painting. Hence, he was called Danqing, following his master's surname. At the age of eleven, he had been brought to the mountains by Chu Shidao to learn painting. He had only come out of seclusion a month ago. This time, he had come to investigate Li Qingshan's situation.
After drinking a dozen jars of wine, Chu Danqing had already confessed everything before Li Qingshan could get any information out of him. He hooked his arm around Li Qingshan's neck and spoke from the bottom of his heart.
"I want a woman!" Chu Danqing shouted. His voice echoed in the bamboo forest. Then, he laughed foolishly.
Li Qingshan shook his head and sighed. Look at what a good kid had become!
"You're drunk."
"I'm not drunk! Drink, let's continue drinking! "
"I can't drink anymore."
"Why can't I drink? I … I have money!" Chu Danqing searched his hundred treasures pouch for a long time, but he really couldn't find any silver. He took out a pile of paintings. "I'll pay with my paintings!"
Then, Li Qingshan also obtained a pile of ready-made samples to understand the painter's abilities.
"You guys!" With a cry of surprise, Han Qiongzhi came to the bamboo loft.
Since Hwa Seung-zan wasn't here, she, as the second seat of legalism, was extremely busy. However, when she heard that Li Qingshan wanted to bet with someone, she still took the time to come and take a look. However, she saw a handsome young man almost leaning into Li Qingshan's embrace. He was even holding a wine cup and feeding wine to Li Qingshan. She immediately felt as if she was struck by lightning. So this was his hobby. No wonder he was so indifferent to her.
Then, she remembered that before Hwa Seung-zan went into seclusion, he once said to her, "If I don't work hard, I'm afraid that someone will cut off all ties with me." Could it be that the flower had also fallen into his hands? This Li Qingshan was really a scumbag. The flower had just gone into seclusion, and he already had a new lover. Sigh, what am I thinking!
"Don't misunderstand. He likes women!" Li Qingshan immediately saw through what Han Qiongzhi was thinking and quickly said. However, he definitely didn't expect that Han Qiongzhi's thoughts would be so complicated in an instant.
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Danqing also saw the three Han Qiongzhi's. He raised the wine cup in his hand. "Ah, three beauties, come and drink!"
"Me!" Li Qingshan shrugged.
"Where did this drunkard come from? Ah, tenth layer Qi Refinement?"
After hearing Li Qingshan's explanation, Han Qiongzhi finally realized that the person in front of her was Li Qingshan's future opponent. She really didn't know whether she should be happy for him or not. He came to inquire about information, drank a few jars of wine, and spoke freely. He even gifted Li Qingshan a pile of paintings.
Thinking about it, Great Official Li's opponents were either geniuses like Chu Tian or the seven hundred Fierce Warriors of the school of militarism. Even enemies like Altar Master Black Lotus could be fought with him and came out unscathed. Now, he had to face an opponent like this. It was really hard to explain …
"Don't look at him. His paintings can defeat ordinary tenth layer Qi Refinement cultivators." Although people had the habit of bragging after drinking, Li Qingshan believed that this wasn't drunken talk. The four words "Jade Blood of Vermillion" definitely weren't just drunken talk.
From a beggar to a tenth layer Qi Refinement cultivator in ten years, his level of genius was no less than the reincarnation of Chu Tian. Artists could concentrate their blood and spirit energy into their paintings. Once they needed it, they could summon it. It was similar to the school of militarism.
However, they didn't need to gather the power of wishes. As long as they had enough time, they could build an army. The world was vast, and there were indeed many talented people. No one could be underestimated.
Han Qiongzhi carefully examined Chu Danqing. She really couldn't see any sign of genius in this drunkard. Even that guy Chu Tian could be considered a bit arrogant!
Li Qingshan picked Chu Danqing up and found an empty bedroom. He casually threw him on the bed, and Chu Danqing immediately started snoring.
Li Qingshan snorted. "I haven't had enough yet."
As a result, Han Qiongzhi crossed her legs casually and sat down before Li Qingshan. She accepted a new cup of alcohol from Li Qingshan and drank it all in one gulp. She smacked her lips. "Apricot blossom brew from the Ten Kilometers store."
"You've been there before?" Just when Li Qingshan wanted to refill her cup, she had already taken a jar for herself.
"Tsk. In the tower. What kind of alcohol haven't I drunk before? "
This group of young masters mingled around in a prosperous place like the Clear River prefecture, in a place of luxury like the tower. It could be regarded as satisfying the desires of the mouth and the senses of the eye.
Li Qingshan glanced at her. "Actually, I like women too."
Han Qiongzhi had only drunk half of her cup when she suddenly found herself unable to drink anymore. Things like being alone with a woman, keeping a distance between men and women, and so on … These thoughts that rarely ever appeared in his head suddenly popped up, and his face became slightly flushed. He feigned anger. "If you want to drink, then drink. What's with all this nonsense?"
For some reason, she wanted to hear him continue. She wanted to see what kind of nonsense he could come up with. She was a magnanimous person, so there was no need for her to blame him too much.
However, Li Qingshan felt like Han Qiongzhi was very right. If you want to drink, then drink. What's with all this? Don't tell me you're going to copy Chu Danqing? Shout that I want a woman?
His gaze landed on the pile of paintings. Although he would have to return them to Chu Danqing once he woke up. He might as well use this opportunity to study them.
He picked up one of the paintings. It depicted a life-like oriole bird. Li Qingshan remembered how to use the Cursive Sword Calligraphy and tried channeling his true qi into it.
As if it had triggered something, the oriole bird suddenly began to move. It flapped its wings and let out a crisp cry, breaking free from the restraints of the painting. It circled around Li Qingshan a few times before suddenly diving into the bamboo forest and vanishing.
"Uh, it flew away." Li Qingshan looked at the white paper in his hand and was stunned for a moment. His figure suddenly disappeared, and in the span of a breath, he returned to his original position. He was holding a struggling oriole bird in his hand, thinking about how to shove it back into the painting.
Han Qiongzhi was also attracted by this strange scene. She also took the opportunity to extricate herself from her messy and awkward thoughts and picked up another painting.
They were almost done drinking, but the more Han Qiongzhi drank, the more energetic she became. She didn't give Li Qingshan any chance to take advantage of her. She felt slightly regretful.
She was also almost done studying the painting. At the very least, she knew how to return it to its original position. She could consider returning it to Chu Danqing. Li Qingshan suddenly raised his head and revealed a strange smile. "It ran away!"
Chu Danqing abruptly woke up from his dream. Thinking about how he had behaved when he was drunk, he felt as if his heart was being scratched and he wanted to smash his head against the wall.
Not only had he not drunk much, but this was the first time in his life that he had drunk. Back then, when he was living on the streets, he could only drool at the tavern. In the mountains, his master had never drunk alcohol.
He only hated that his childhood memories had been evoked. He wanted to make up for it, but he had lost so much face. Even more, he hated that he had only stayed in the mountains for ten years. He had forgotten that the hearts of men were sinister and that the world was difficult.
Hearing the voices of Li Qingshan and Han Qiongzhi in front of the court, he leaped out of the window and soared into the sky, fleeing Cloudwisp Island.
He didn't want those paintings anymore. Fortunately, he still had a trace of sobriety. What he took out were all unimportant exercises. It didn't matter if he gave them to that detestable Li Qingshan. Otherwise, it would really be too late for regrets.
These paintings are mine now! Li Qingshan put away the pile of paintings. He already had a plan in mind, knowing what he should write.
The most naive people in the world were children. Adults might be mesmerized for a moment, but they would eventually know that it was nothing more than an illusion. However, children would believe it to be real, believing in the existence of these inconceivable things.
The demonic ghost that the first ancestor of that family saw back then was one that specialized in harming children.
Of course, Li Qingshan couldn't harm children. However, he knew that among the many categories, there was one called fairy tale. The power of wish that each believer could provide from their pure hearts was probably equivalent to that of ten adults.
Fairy tales were short and concise. They were easier to spread than bulky tomes.
However, fairy tales were also as vast as the sea, leaving Li Qingshan with no choice. Western fairy tales might not be able to adapt to the climate. Which eastern fairy tale should he focus on? The King of Farting? Simple, interesting, easy to spread, and powerful and practical. A fart that could send mountains flying …
However, when he thought of summoning such a character under the watchful eyes of the public, with his bare buttocks sticking up … even though Li Qingshan was thick-skinned, he still felt hot.
Until he met Chu Danqing and saw his paintings. He couldn't help but think of an extremely famous character. Along with the Black Cat Sheriff and the King Kong Calabash Brothers, he was one of the three great childhood idols. Coincidentally, his ability was the same as that of a painter.
And these paintings would prove his existence.
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