Royal Master Painter

Chapter 107

It was already dusk as the day-to-day end of the Wenfu University Examination was coming to an end amidst the alternation of the sun and the moon.

Lu Daoxuan stared at the distance in Wenfu, the fiery red sunset shrouded, the slanting moon came out of Qianshan again, and night fell soon.

After receiving the order, the people in the Wen Mansion increased their vigilance several times. No matter which entrance to the mansion was secretly guarded, they did not relax at all even at night.

After the sunset, the new moon rises, so alternately, it is not easy for thousands of years.

But today was obviously different. People in Qingdu were all standing on the street, watching the moon that was supposed to rise in the sky not only rose as usual, but also turned into two moons.

The sun, which was supposed to sink under the western mountain, not only did not set, but actually rose from the east again.

One day and two months appeared in Qingdu at the same time.

At this time, half of Qingdu is night, and the other side becomes day.

"How is this going"

"That's right, the sun rose again as soon as it set, and the moon rose normally, but it can't rise twice at once."

"All the people in Qingdu, please go back to your house and rest. If there is an enemy attack, the Wenfu will fight back."

"Enemy attack?"

It was the first time that the people of Qingdu, who had been at ease for most of their lives, heard such a fresh word, who was crazy and dared to attack Wenfu, one of the eight prefectures, and came here in such an open manner.

But no matter how much they discussed, after knowing that it was Lu Daoxuan's order, they returned to the room, and some watched the movement outside through the window.

After seeing such a wonderful scene, Meng Kuyin and Yang Xiangru rushed to Lu Daoxuan's side.

"The sun and the moon are in the mirror, it is he who has come"

Lu Yufu, Gu Tinglin, and Zuo Xianweng were still doing the objective ceremony in Wenfu, and they all noticed something abnormal after seeing this scene.

"Xian Weng, you have the longest seniority and the highest seniority in the field, what's going on?"

Zuo Xianweng looked at the sky where the sun and the moon were at the same time, a little lost.

"This is the painting spirit"

"Hua Ling? Tianpin Hualing? There hasn't been a Tianpin Hualing in Xuanguo for decades," Gu Tinglin said.

"This is a painting from 600 years ago. The sun and the moon are in front of the mirror. The news of his death came out from the Wenfu, so it turned out to be a fake," Zuo Xianweng murmured in a daze.

"He? Who!"

"Qi Cifeng, you probably don't know this name, but if Master Ji is here, he must know it very well!"

"Could it be my teacher's old friend?"

The Master Ji mentioned by Zuo Xianweng is the current head of the Confucian Mansion.

"Old friend?" Zuo Xianweng sneered, "The enemy is almost the same."

"Although my teacher is old-fashioned, he is also generous. I have never heard of him having any enemies."

"Your teacher is a master of three extremes, and there are few opponents in the world, but when he was young, there was a painter in the Eight Houses who could beat him several times, Qi Cifeng"

"Can you beat my teacher? Why are there so few rumors about him in Xuanguo?"

"Because he died 600 years ago, many people lamented because of his untimely death back then, and many people in your Confucian Mansion still celebrated because of it, but now thinking about it, the rumors at the time were weird.

Back then, the Wen Mansion had the highest status among the Eight Mansions, strong men came out in large numbers, and their disciples were all famous in the Yuling Continent.

The senior brother Zhuji can't resist Qi Cifeng, the second senior brother will do everything in everything, Lu Daoxuan, and the junior brother Nanling steals wine Wei Changli, the three masters of a family are all geniuses who are once in a thousand years.

From the names of the three, you can tell the difference between them. Qi Cifeng has lost all his charm and is extraordinary and refined. He is the first in the eight palaces in terms of talent and strength; Lu Daoxuan is obsessed with painting and only focuses on painting; In contrast, Wei Changli's behavior is a bit absurd. When he was young, he stayed outside Jiuquan in Nanling for three years, stealing wine for fun all day long.

When Duke Xiaoyao, the second-generation mansion master of Wen Mansion, was choosing the heir of the mansion lord, Qi Cifeng was the most vocal, but you also know the final result. What surprised everyone was that Wei Changli became the third-generation mansion lord.

Not long after that, it was reported that Qi Cifeng died of illness. "

"In this way, there were some accidents when the position of Palace Master changed back then." Gu Tinglin instantly understood the crux of the problem.

"Qi Cifeng, who is not immune to Zhuji, is a man of strong character, and he is also the person who is most like the second-generation palace master Xiaoyaogong. If he is still in Wenfu, Master Ji will not dare to suppress Wenfu like this everywhere." Zuo There was obviously some dissatisfaction in Xian Weng's tone.

"But judging from this posture, Qi Cifeng doesn't seem to be here to reminisce about the old days."

The mirror of the sun and the moon enveloped the entire Qingdu, and everyone who wanted to enter or leave was trapped in it.

After seeing the painting spirit, Lu Daoxuan's figure disappeared instantly, and then appeared under Wengong Liu.

A man with gray and disheveled hair sat alone under the willow, looking at the sparkling Yujing Lake in front of him, he seemed to be immersed in memories.

Before seeing him, Lu Daoxuan was [-]% worried, but when he saw him again, there was only emotion in his heart.

"came back?"

"kindness"

Qi Cifeng seemed to have thought of something suddenly, jumped onto Wen Gong Liu, searched around among the dense branches, and finally found a yellow oil bag in the branch.

After opening it, I saw that there were three jugs of wine inside, so I took off the two jugs and put the rest back.

Seeing that the wine was still there, Qi Cifeng showed a relieved smile on his face.

"Everything here is the same as when you left, and everything in the room you lived in remains the same"

"Stop talking nonsense and have a drink with me"

Qi Cifeng threw the jug to Lu Daoxuan, and Lu Daoxuan took it and sat side by side with Qi Cifeng just like Qi Cifeng.

"These are the three pots of peerless wine that my junior brother stole from Nanling back then," Qi Cifeng said.

"This is the oldest wine in Nanling. The younger brother almost stole it all, and finally passed out drunk in the wine cellar and was arrested. The group of old maids in Nanling grabbed him and came to the master to ask for an explanation."

Speaking of Wei Changli back then, Lu Daoxuan couldn't help laughing, his old face was full of wrinkles.

"The younger brother even made a poem in front of them, do you remember?"

"The white sand is reflected by the green curtain on the river, and the beautiful wine in Nanling is flawless. I was drunk here back then, and the peach blossoms fell and I didn't miss home." Qi Cifeng opened his mouth and came.

Maybe because they remembered the absurd things back then, the two looked at each other and laughed loudly, while Qi Cifeng still had tears oozing from the corners of his eyes while laughing.

"This brat is really absurd and afraid of being punished by the master, so he hid the last three jugs of wine he stole and gave them to us. I didn't expect you to hide them here."

"Come on, drink!"

The two drank while recalling the past. The three had known each other since they were young, and both studied arts in Wenfu.

There is a past story about drinking, and gradually getting up, the two of them pushed glasses to exchange glasses and became drunk, they both knew each other's intentions but got drunk.

"There are endless old stories, but there is still wine to drink. This is the last glass"

Seeing that there was only the last one left, Qi Cifeng stood up, picked up the wine glass, and poured it into the wind.

"Brother, after all these years, can't you let go of your obsession?" Lu Daoxuan still didn't want his brothers from back then to become enemies now.

"When I left back then, Zhuji was crazy about wine, but look at it now"

Qi Cifeng stroked his gray hair and sighed.

"I'm old, if I don't fight for what I want, I won't close my eyes when I die"

(End of this chapter)