"Do you want to read it?" The old man didn't show the book to Zhan Caixian and asked Ren Baqian instead.
"Thank you." Ren Baqian happened to be interested in this world's erotic literature and had no reason to refuse.
Seeing that Ren Baqian readily agreed, the old man smiled like a chrysanthemum and said, "You're a good person. You're much more sincere than those who obviously want it but say no."
The surrounding people were speechless. Are those who read erotic literature with you a good person? Are those who go to the brothel with you blood-related brothers?
Ren Baqian happily took the book and even said politely, "Thank you for sharing."
This made the old man smile even more happily and praised, "You're a good person. You have good taste and are polite."
The others didn't understand, but Ren Baqian did.
Only an experienced person like him would understand such things.
Looking at the major forums on the internet, there were trolls running amok everywhere. Just a casual sentence would cause people to spew a torrent of abuse. Everyone was filled with hostility. Only the netizens in 1024 all said, "Thank you for sharing. The original poster is a good person. Good people will have a peaceful life …" There was almost no hostility.
Therefore, everyone was a good person.
"I'll take it with me then? I'll return it to you later. "Ren Baqian held the book in his hand and gestured.
"If you like it, you don't have to return it. You can return me a new one in the future. A treasure sword for a hero and a beauty for a beauty! "The old man was very generous.
However, Ren Baqian still felt that something was wrong.
A treasure sword for a hero, a beauty for a beauty, and erotic literature for …
Ren Baqian felt that he shouldn't think about this in detail. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the old man was scolding him. However, the old man was smiling like a chrysanthemum in full bloom and even gave him erotic literature. How could he let Lin Qiaole scratch his face?
Ren Baqian cupped his hands at the old man and put the book in his arms speechlessly.
"What's in the book? Let me see. Why can't women read it? "Lin Qiaole came over curiously.
"You'll know in 50 years!" Ren Baqian said. After thinking about it, even though Lin Qiaole looked alright, she might not be able to get married. Maybe it would be another 100 years.
When they entered the village, they would occasionally see old people sunbathing in the courtyard and watering the flowers. They were no different from the old ladies in the village.
In any case, he saw a person drawing on a table in the courtyard. The person was squatting in a horse stance, one of his forearms was parallel to the table, and the brush in his hand was drawing on the paper from time to time.
This person's every move looked very imposing, and Ren Baqian finally felt that he had the demeanor of an expert.
After all, the people here were all figures of the older generation who had survived the great war back then. These experts weren't bumpkins, so it wasn't strange for some of them to be proficient in the four arts.
"Village Chief Grandpa, what are you drawing?" Zhan Caixian carried the firewood and jumped into the courtyard.
"Painting Mountain!" the old man said without raising his head.
Zhan Caixian stretched her neck to take a look at the drawing before turning her head to look at the nearby tall mountain. She said doubtfully, "This mountain is a little fat!"
"So majestic!"
"A little short?"
"He's accumulating momentum to break through the heavens one day!"
"This is obviously a hill, right?"
"This is called looking at the mountain but not seeing it. Little girl, you talk too much." The old man flew into a rage out of humiliation.
Even though Ren Baqian didn't see what the old man was drawing, he understood that this person wasn't an ordinary person to be able to draw a mountain that pierced the sky like a hill.
Ren Baqian felt that this person had the demeanor for nothing, but it turned out that he was a soul painter.
As he thought about it, he added, "Soul painter!"
The old man had sharp ears, and his eyes lit up when he heard this. He laughed and said, "This little fellow knows what's good and bad. The most important thing in painting is the soul, the intent, and not the form. Come, come, come, little fellow. My painting can only be seen by people with good eyesight. "
"This old man is a Spirit Wheel expert, just a little weaker than me," Lin Qiaole added at the right time. She gestured with one hand pointing to the sky and the other pointing to the ground.
Ren Baqian felt that what she meant was: The difference between heaven and earth. However, what did she mean when she said it was a little weaker and gestured like that?
"Little girl, you talk big." The old man was so angry that he almost laughed.
"I won't lower myself to your level today. Little fellow, come and take a look at my painting." The old man sized her up carefully and turned to Ren Baqian. Finding someone who could appreciate his painting was much more important than fighting with others.
"Sorry to disturb you."
Ren Baqian walked to the table with his hands behind his back after he finished speaking. He had a strange look on his face.
This isn't a hill.
This is obviously a steamed bun with the outline of another steamed bun behind it.
There is also a small stone drawn on the top of the steamed bun.
"How is it?" the old man asked complacently.
"Looking horizontally into a ridge and vertically into a peak!" This poem immediately popped up in Ren Baqian's mind. From a certain angle, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was an undulating mountain range.
"Good, well said!" The old man immediately laughed when he heard this poem. "This poem goes well with my painting. It suits the artistic conception."
"Is there a next line?"
"Different heights, different distances!"
"Not bad, not bad!" The old man laughed as he added these two lines to the painting.
Ren Baqian felt that what the ancients said was right. Hooligans weren't scary, but a cultured hooligan!
Not only was the person in front of him a cultured hooligan, but he was also a cultured Spirit Wheel hooligan.
The little girl at the side was passively looking at the painting, "Looking horizontally into a ridge and vertically into a peak." She was still carefully studying the ridges and peaks in this painting!
The old man then put the paintbrush aside. Seeing that Zhan Caixian was still holding the firewood, he said, "Aren't you going to send the firewood to Hu Qinghua? Aren't you tired of holding it? "
"Oh!" Zhan Caixian quickly nodded and seriously said to Ren Baqian, "Your poem is really good." She then ran out with the firewood.
The old man stretched out his hand and rubbed it twice before looking up at Ren Baqian and asking, "This little fellow is a member of my sect. Not bad! Not bad! What's your relationship with Ye Sanbo? "
Ren Baqian's mind started to spin after hearing this. This old man knew someone with the surname Ye in the Yun Nation? That person was at least 70 years old. If he was still alive, he would probably be an expert.
However, he hadn't heard of such a person in Qingfeng City.
In that case, there were two possibilities. Either he was an expert from the older generation, or he was the ancestor of the warlord of Qingfeng City and was long dead.
Or maybe it was the old man who deceived him. There were often such scenes on TV. If he climbed up the pole and said it was his ancestor, the old man would immediately laugh three times and then slap him to death.
After thinking for a while, Ren Baqian said, "I have never heard of this person. May I know how you know him?"
The old man was silent for a moment before sighing and saying, "Is that so? I thought I had met an old friend. Time flies, and things remain the same, but people have changed! "
"Come in and talk." The old man waved his hand and seemed to be in low spirits.
Ren Baqian felt that he might be overthinking, but there was no harm in being careful. After all, he was now in the hinterland of the enemy.
If he succeeded, it would be easier to pacify Tianjing Basin in the future.
If he was seen through, he would probably be hunted down.
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