I have a roll of fairy pictures

Chapter 4 Wang Gaoqiu

Huo's backyard
Huo Jia was standing in front of the drawing board, holding a paintbrush in his hand, but he couldn't finish writing.

"He came to ask for the technique of being a painter?" Murong Qiu appeared at the door at some point, looked at Huo Jia who was in a trance, and opened his mouth to wake him up.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you." Huo Jia put down his brush with a wry smile.

"It's for his own good not to let him learn Taoism. You know, I married into the Huo family because of that legendary picture scroll of your Huo family! It's your Huo family's ancestral picture scroll. Although the Huo family has fallen, but There are still ancestral gods who are suppressed, and no one dares to take the idea of ​​​​the picture scroll. Later, the method of the Huo family painter was lost, and it was I who took the method from my natal family, and taught you the hope of coveting the realm of waiting for the imperial edict!"

Murong Qiu sighed leisurely: "The "Seven Star Map" can only be inherited by my son! This is the agreement we made in the original transaction! According to the rules of your Huo family, only the son of the son can inherit the ancestral scroll. Although he is the son of the son, but As long as you don't embark on the road of cultivation, the ancestral blood in your body doesn't activate, and you don't react with the ancestral scroll, you don't have the right to inherit the scroll, and the elders of your Huo family can't say anything. At that time, the inheritance right of the scroll will naturally fall on Huo Xin on the body."

Huo Xin, the son of Murong Qiu.

"When Huo Xin inherits the "Atlas of Seven Stars", even if you teach him the secret law of my Murong family, I will not hold you accountable. After all, the future Huo family belongs to Huo Xin, and there is a brother to assist and help him. Not bad. These years, I have regarded Huo Taixian as my own son, and I have never owed all kinds of materials to my mother and son. As long as he does not awaken his blood before Huo Xin, he will always be my direct son, the same son as Huo Xin! "

When Murong Qiu said this, he looked at Huo Jia: "It's just that I woke up a few years later. You won't force my mother and son to turn against each other, right? This is what we agreed back then. Whether you enter the official department, or follow up to practice secret methods, or even Your Huo family's rise is part of the deal, and my Murong family has devoted so much resources just for the seven-star map."

Huo Jia smiled wryly:

"Why do you have to be so harsh and limit the conditions so deadly. Since I promised you, even if he embarks on the road of cultivation, he will never regret it..."

"I can't believe what you've been doing these years, with all kinds of little tricks. There are many late bloomers everywhere, and it's not bad in the past few years." Murong Qiu said:
"The seven-star map is related to my grandfather's life, so there should be no accidents."

"I heard that he is going to study at Chang'an Academy of Painting. After the child grows up, he has his own ideas." Huo Jia smiled helplessly and embarrassingly.

"Chang'an Academy?" Murong Qiu frowned: "It's okay, my nephew Wang Gaoqiu is the seed of the Academy of Natural Sciences. He is currently studying in Chang'an Academy of Painting and living in seclusion. A letter from me on this matter will stop his thoughts."

Huo Taixian's speed is very fast. A person who is racing against life usually dare not procrastinate too much.

The old horse galloped starry night, all the way to Chang'an County, and arrived in front of the mountain gate of Chang'an Academy of Painting.

Chang'an Academy of Painting is not located in the downtown area, but on a mountain in the south of Chang'an County.The mountain stretches for tens of miles. Although it is not comparable to Mount Tai, it is rare and steep, and the Chang'an Academy of Painting is built on the mountain.

Chang'an Academy of Painting
On the top of the highest mountain, a man dressed in white was standing in front of the drawing board, drawing a picture of Chang'an for thousands of miles in his hand.The high mountains, flowing water, fireworks and human world on the picture scroll are lifelike and lifelike.

"My lord, Auntie has a letter." At this time, a figure dressed as a guard walked in from outside the door, saluted the young man respectfully, and handed out a letter in his hand.

"A letter from the third aunt?" The young man in white was taken aback, stopped the scroll in his hand, then took the letter, and showed surprise after reading it: "I have heard about the Murong family and the Huo family for a long time. I can't imagine that Huo Taixian He's becoming more and more restless. If it weren't for his grandfather, his aunt would not have allowed him to live in this world. This little bastard is an unstable factor after all."

Wang Gaoqiu folded the letter in his hand: "My aunt asked me to come forward, and it must not be a simple one. You go and send the letter to Wannian Academy and Daming Academy for me, and say that without my greeting from Wang Gaoqiu, no painting academy will accept him. !"

"It's not appropriate for the young master to say hello in person, how about asking for a message from the master?" the servant asked tentatively.

Wang Gaoqiu thought for a while when he heard the words, and was about to speak when he saw a figure approaching from a distance: "Gao Qiu, why don't you practice your pen well, why are you frowning? The ten-year deadline is approaching, and the ancestor's plan has reached a critical moment. You must not be distracted."

The person who came was a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a majestic face and serious eyes.

"Master!" Wang Gaoqiu quickly bowed, and then took out the letter: "The letter from home has disturbed my mind. I was about to go down the mountain myself and sent that Huo Taixian back."

"It's nothing more than the son of the servant of the Ministry of Officials, why is it worth your trip yourself? You must have been in a disturbed mood when you went down the mountain. You can't recover in ten days and a half months. At such a critical moment..." Li Wenfang hesitated.

"My aunt has helped me a lot. Both my parents died since I was a child, and my aunt is like my biological mother. Now my aunt is in trouble, and my disciple..." Wang Gaoqiu looked at his master: "It's only half a day, and my disciple will never miss my practice."

"Forget it, you can go down the mountain now. As long as you don't miss the plan of the patriarch, it will be fine. Ten years have passed, and I guess there will be nothing wrong in half a day."

Looking at her lover's stubborn eyes, Li Wenfang couldn't help sighing: "You go down the mountain. Also, take my post and go to the major painting academies. Your post is a bit lighter after all, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to teach the three majors. The Academy of Painting broke the rules of the Emperor Zhou."

"Thank you, Master." Wang Gaoqiu's eyes were full of ecstasy.

Let’s say that Huo Taixian drove all the way through the starry night and arrived at the foot of the Chang’an Painting Academy at dawn. Looking at the lights in the mountains from a distance, he couldn’t help but take a deep breath: “I just hope this trip goes well, otherwise I’m afraid it will be troublesome.”

"Stop! Who is it? Just as Huo Taixian was about to climb the mountain, two figures blocked his way.

"I'm Huo Taixian, I want to come to Chang'an Academy of Painting to study, and I hope you can pass it on to me." Huo Taixian saluted respectfully.

"Huo Taixian?" The disciple was taken aback when he heard the words, then looked him up and down, showing a strange expression: "Come with me."

The Tianxia Painting Academy, regardless of status or status, as long as you have enough money and power, you can always join it.

The man led Huo Taixian all the way to the gazebo, and from afar, he saw a young man in white clothes standing on the gazebo, with his hands behind his back, standing in the radiance of the rising sun, like a fairy in a painting.

"You are Huo Taixian?" The man in white turned around and looked down at Huo Taixian.

Under the morning glow, the sunny Huo Taixian couldn't open his eyes, he just felt that this person should not be looked directly at.

"It's right here. I'm the son of the Minister of the Ministry of Officials in Gaojing..."

"Needless to say. You go back!" The man said, interrupting Huo Taixian: "Chang'an Academy of Painting has nothing to do with you. Go back where you came from."

The clearly warm voice fell into Huo Taixian's ears, but it seemed like falling into an ice cave in the cold winter.

"Why? Who are you, and you can replace the academy as the master? I am the son of the minister of the official department, and I am a descendant of the nobles. There are regulations in the court that all children of nobles are eligible to enter the painting academy..." Huo Taixian is not a fool. I don't know that I have been targeted by someone, this person is clearly waiting for me here?And looking at the clothes on his body that were wet with dew, it was obvious that he had waited for a long time.

"Bold, you are questioning Senior Brother Wang's words!" The disciple next to him scolded angrily, but was interrupted by Wang Gaoqiu waving his hand.

"I said it! In this Chang'an Academy of Painting, my words are the rules." Wang Gaoqiu's voice was proud, like a nine-day dragon, looking down on mortal ants.

"Don't talk about Chang'an Academy of Painting. Except for the three major academies, other major academies will not accept you. I, Wang Gaoqiu, said it! You should go back honestly and be your ordinary person. There is nothing wrong with being an ordinary person. Good." Wang Gaoqiu looked down at Huo Taixian: "Drive him out of the mountain gate!"

The two disciples guarding the gate stepped forward together, locked Huo Taixian's arms, and were about to drag him down the mountain.

"What enmity do I have with you? You ruined my affairs! What qualifications do you have to represent Chang'an Academy?" Huo Taixian struggled and cursed desperately. He was just a 13-year-old child, and he couldn't get away from the two adults no matter what. arm.

"Blind your dog eyes, you don't even know Senior Brother Wang from the Academy of Natural Painting. Since Senior Brother Wang speaks up, apart from the three major academies in the hidden world, no one in the major painting academies in the world will dare to accept you."

Wang Gaoqiu didn't explain, but ordered the two scholars to drag and drag Huo Taixian out of the mountain gate. He didn't forget to kick him when he was done. Then he sneered condescendingly, turned and left, leaving Huo Taixian a pure white back.

"Young Master" Xiaochunzi rushed up to meet him, and frantically arranged his clothes, tears were about to flow out of his eyes.

Huo Taixian got up in embarrassment, ignored Xiaochunzi, just stared blankly at the gate of the academy, and the last trace of flame in his heart was extinguished.

"My lord, Chang'an Academy has gone too far. When I go back and report to the master, I will accuse Chang'an Academy." Xiao Chunzi helped Huo Taixian onto the horse, led the horse and yelled at him.

Huo Taixian sat on the horse, remained silent, and let Xiaochunzi scold him.

It's just that the horse came to a halfway and stopped abruptly, and a familiar figure blocked Huo Taixian's way.

Familiar white clothes, familiar iron face.

It was the painter, leaning lazily against the tree, playing with a dagger in his hand.

"It's you!" Huo Taixian's pupils shrank, and his body trembled.

"It's me!" The figure in white smiled, "I heard that you're alive again? I still don't believe it. It's unbelievable that there are still people alive when I think about it for nothing. The mistake is not what I saw with my own eyes." , It’s hard to believe. I personally stabbed that dagger into your heart, but who knows, you survived.”

"I'm curious how a person whose heart was pierced survived. Tell me your secret, and I can save your life." Bai Jiu looked at Huo Taixian with curiosity in his eyes: "Really Incredible."

Huo Taixian said nothing, turned the horse around, and galloped away.

He was so busy studying, he forgot about this assassin.

(End of this chapter)