Royal Master Painter

Chapter 177

Jiang Li spent nearly half a month in Mahuang Alley, and finally finished his painting before the end of those people's secret training.

After finishing the painting, Jiang Li opened the door and walked out. This was the first time he saw the outside sun in half a month.

This painting almost exhausted all his spiritual power. He lifted his legs and legs, and he couldn't even step over the threshold. Fortunately, he helped the door frame, otherwise the whole person almost fell to the ground.

"What's the matter with you, how did you make yourself like this?" Su Kou asked.

"All my spiritual energy is used for painting," Jiang Greed smiled wryly.

"What painting"

Su Kou had great confidence in Jiang Li's painting skills, and after spending half a month, he was so tired that he was curious about what huge painting he had made.

"Secret, this is the trump card I prepared for the Goose Lake meeting."

The life acupoint of Shaofu Shenmen in his hand was wide open, and all the spiritual energy in Mahuang Lane frantically gathered towards his palm, and Su Kou even directly saw the spiritual energy turning into a vortex and pouring into his body.

The spiritual power possessed by Kaibaixue is several times higher than that of the same realm, even if it took half a day, it was less than one-tenth of it.

It may not be possible even if he is given ten or eight days to recover to the peak, but there is a place where he can increase his speed.

The crested eagle carried Jiang Li away, and finally landed on the snow top of Songshan Mountain.

As soon as he stepped on the top of the snow, a huge spiritual force enveloped him.

"Master, it's me!"

"Why are you so weak?" Lei Hongnu asked.

"I made a painting and used up all my spiritual energy"

Jiang Greed said as he entered the spirit pool.

This is the place with the most aura that Jiang Li has ever seen. The aura transmitted from the center of the earth has almost turned into substance and condensed together.

As soon as he entered, those life acupoints were like black holes, crazily absorbing them from the spirit pool, and the originally dry body finally got some nourishment.

"Master, where is Song Yu? He was seriously injured," Jiang Greed asked.

"It's a blessing in disguise for him."

Hearing what Lei Hongyi said, Jiang Tan perked up.

"You mean, he succeeded in enlightenment?"

"It can be said that I did not expect to find a suitable successor at this age, Jiang Li, I have to thank you"

"You are my mistress, why are you being polite to me?"

"How is your master?" Lei Hongyi asked.

"Master, I advise you to see my master as soon as possible. The old man is very forgetful now and is becoming more and more confused. He will forget what he said yesterday. If you keep procrastinating, I'm afraid that I will meet him at that time." I don't even know you anymore," Jiang Greed said worriedly.

"Then... then... I will find a chance to meet"

"It's going to be the Eight Mansion Ehu Club soon, my master is the leader of Wen Mansion"

A few days on the snowy top of Songshan Mountain is far better than several months of practice in Qingdu, and finally dare to recover before leaving for Xihe in Wenfu.

Before leaving, he looked at Song Yu. Now Song Yu was wrapped in silk, perhaps waiting for the opportunity to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly.

After bidding farewell to Lei Hongyi, Jiang Greed rode a fat tiger to dash through the mountains and forests, and Lei Hongyi looked thoughtfully at Jiang Greed's far away figure.

"Lu Daoxuan, will you still remember me?"

In the Wenfu, Lu Daoxuan led the five Wenfu Tianjiao to Xihe.

This class is regarded as the weakest class by everyone, especially Jiang Li, a student from a foreign house, but the scholars in Qingdu should eat and drink, and don't care about their grades at all. After all, they have There is no room to retreat.

The other eight prefectures almost all have their own exclusive carriages and mounts, but the scribes of Wenfu have their painting spirits and ink spirits, which are as strange as their clothes.

Lu Daoxuan sits on the back of the phoenix, this is his most precious painting, the painting spirit of the phoenix on a cold branch, and idlers can only observe it from a distance and even touch it.

But this time, besides Lu Daoxuan being carried by Feng Ling, there was also a vigorous young man Jiang Li standing on his broad back.

One old and one young talking and laughing, pointing the country, which made those behind them feel extremely envious.

"These Confucian scholars in Xihe are all rotten, very bad, you have to be careful," Lu Daoxuan persuaded.

"I heard that they pay attention to self-denial and return to etiquette. How bad can people who are taught by this kind of teaching be?" Jiang Li didn't care.

"In Xihe, people under the age of 40 cannot drink alcohol..."

"It's too bad to take them, this group of people should go to hell"

There is no scribe in Qingdu who can't drink, and the higher the talent, the greater the capacity for alcohol, and the better the appearance!
"When they treat you as an adult, they will tell you a lot of truths, nagging and trying to persuade you to learn their classics, but when they find that you are difficult to be taught, then you are not human, they There are many ways to clean you up."

"Then what should I do when I go?"

Although this was the first time for Jiang Li to go to the Confucian Mansion, Xihe's name has long been heard, and he can summarize a set of rules from head to toe and then incorporate them into the precepts. There are a total of 870 rules, which makes people tremble.

"Of course it is to show the demeanor of our scribes"

"What style? Tolerance? Easy-going?"

"What are you talking nonsense with me, tolerant and easy-going? Is that a scribe? Of course it is true temperament!

When it's time to scold, you should open your throat and scold these gangsters fiercely. When you strike, you can be slightly injured, and you can be seriously injured. If you can be severely injured, you can be disabled as much as possible.

"What kind of hatred are you doing?"

It was the first time Jiang Greed saw Lu Daoxuan being so ruthless alone, not one, but a group!
"Back then, our Wen Mansion was the strongest of the Eight Mansions. We were cheated by the Confucian Mansion for so many years and have not recovered. I heard that this time the Confucian Mansion produced a Yan Youqin who is known as the bone of a saint. If you have the ability, beat him up Waste, I will definitely give you credit," Lu Daoxuan bewitched.

Lu Daoxuan has always been an image of a gentle and refined elder, but he was cursing along the way, and those who were thirsty had to drink a few cups to continue cursing.

"Master Lu, you are almost confused, let me drink this wine for you."

Jiang Li was Lu Daoxuan's apprentice, and it was only circulated between Wenfu's teachings and teachings, and outsiders chose to keep it secret very tacitly.

These people were even more unbelievable when they saw that Jiang Greed dared to snatch Lu Daoxuan's wine glass, and Lu Daoxuan hadn't shown any signs of anger.

"Shui Wuxin, is Jiang Li the nephew of Mr. Lu?" Fu Changlin asked.

"I don't know, but Mr. Lu has always been a loner. He has never heard of relatives and friends in all these years, let alone a nephew." Shui Wuxin said.

"Then what is their relationship? Are they master and apprentice?" Zhao Suixian was also guessing.

"It shouldn't be. Li Yelang was rejected when he wanted to learn from Mr. Lu. How could he take a student from a foreign house as his apprentice?"

Everyone was convinced that who Li Yelang was, he was the strongest genius in Wenfu in the past 600 years.

(End of this chapter)