Royal Master Painter

Seeing that Lu Daoxuan was weak, Jiang Greed carried him on his back. Lu Daoxuan, who had been arrogant all his life and refused to show weakness, did not refuse.

"I shouldn't be able to get through this calamity," Lu Daoxuan said.

"How could it be? I'll take you back to Qingdu right now. With Master Wei and Su Kou around, you will not die. You still have to watch me marry a wife and have children." Jiang Greed felt a little sad.

"Credit Knife's opening list is indeed miraculous, don't you see that this is Daqingshan?"

The location they were in happened to be on the side of a green mountain, and it was already November, but Daxuan City was still in the southern part of the country, and the mountains were still beautiful.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, who can jump out of this day's morality, I can take it easy." Lu Daoxuan was very relieved.

"Thinking that when I was a young child studying, I met my benevolent teacher Xiaoyao Gong and was able to worship under him, and I was accompanied by my senior brother Qi Cifeng and junior Wei Changli. It is really a blessing for three lives.

When he was young, he made a living by painting brushes, and traveled all over the dangerous mountains and rivers of Yuling with his book tube.He often lives in the mountains and forests, sitting in danger all day long, watching the clouds and smoke, observing the wind, moon and gloom, and visiting the secret places in the world through the three mountains and five mountains, and painting with the beautiful scenery and strange animals.

The withering clouds become the beauty of the painter, and the grass and trees make the name of Vientiane.

When I was old, I met you, and in Nanping Township, I developed a love for talents, and by accident, I accepted you as a disciple.

I thought this life was complete, old age and death in the mountains and forests was the best ending, but I didn't expect to meet the destination of my life again, marry a loving wife and have a child. "

Lu Daoxuan laughed as he spoke.

"You said your master, I'm dying, but I'm living a good life. God really treats me well."

"Yeah, so you should live on even more. You are the number one painter of Yuling and you are also known as Vientiane Bijue. How can your child's talent be poor? You will definitely be able to teach a little Vientiane Bijue in decades of life." do"

"Look at what you said, if the old man is greedy again, even God will be unable to stand it. I have long been indifferent about life and death, but there is one thing that I am still worried about." Lu Daoxuan sighed.

"It's my wife, don't worry, I will take good care of them, at least I won't let my wife remarry"

Lu Daoxuan's words were too depressing, and Jiang Greed wanted to make the atmosphere easier, so Lu Daoxuan knocked him on the head after listening.

"Nonsense"

"Your teacher's wife and her unborn child will naturally be taken care of by Changli and those old painters in the Wenfu. I have nothing to worry about. On the contrary, it is you who I am most worried about..."

Jiang Tan had a sore nose, the old man was still working hard for himself when he was on his deathbed.

"Your Jiang family's blood has always caused disputes over spirits, especially the Baiyang sect. Back then, my mentor, the second-generation master of the Wenfu, led some old painters to fight all their backgrounds before beheading the leader of the Baiyang sect, the Ci family. Killed, but now it seems that the Cishi people should not be completely dead."

"Are you trying to say that the people of Cishi want to use my body to be resurrected?"

"I'm afraid this is the case. Your yin and yang enlightenment has matured and there are signs of fusion. The time for the resurrection of the Ci family has come. If he is resurrected, the world will be in chaos, so I guess the Baiyang sect will definitely take the risk. In the future, if you don't become a hopeful Try to stay in Qingdu before the fairyland." Lu Daoxuan coughed violently after speaking.

"Master, stop talking and take a rest."

"If you don't talk about a lot of things now, I'm afraid you won't have a chance in the future." Lu Daoxuan patted Jiang Li on the shoulder, motioning him not to interrupt himself. …

"Your painting skills are bestowed by gods and gods, but you have little experience in the world and don't know the dangers of the eight palaces. You will suffer a lot of grievances and get involved in countless disputes in the future. Master hopes that you will take a step forward and take a step back. Don't be brave. Fighting ruthlessly should not retaliate for selfishness, let alone take evil paths.

You are in a vortex, and I will not be by your side in the future. What I fear most is that you will make a mistake because of resentment and hatred, and you will fall into a catastrophe. You must plan everything before you move! "

Jiang Li had no father or mother who followed the old paper maker since he was a child, and Lu Daoxuan's appearance was like a ray of light in the dark night. He was not only his master, but also his relatives. Never made a wrong move.

"A painter should be the most free and unrestrained person in the world, painting the landscapes and birds he likes to Vientiane, loving the people he likes passionately, drinking the wine he likes until he is drunk.

Master hopes that you will cry when you should cry, laugh when you should laugh, and be crazy when you should be crazy. Worldly views are like old clothes..."

Lu Daoxuan's voice was weak, although he was still babbling endlessly, even Lu Daoxuan himself didn't know what he was talking about, but every word pierced Jiang Li's heart, and turned into a torrent in his eyes.

Seeing Lu Daoxuan's hand hanging down feebly, Jiang Greed couldn't bear it anymore, and his grief was carried far away by the wind blowing from Daqingshan.

No one knows that there is a small grass pavilion on the top of the highest peak in Tiandu. This grass pavilion can only shelter from the wind and rain, and there is not even any place to sit inside.

Wei Changli sat cross-legged in the pavilion, and opposite him was Zhuji Buyu Qi Cifeng, his elder brother who was closest to him and now regarded him as an enemy.

The two met this time without making a move, let alone making noise, but sat together very rarely.

"The three of us have gained fame from the moment we entered Wenfu, with countless halos, but I'm afraid no one knows that you are the biggest thorn in Wenfu.
Teasing classmates, teasing teachers, urinating in Yujing Lake, Wen Gong built a nest on willows, and almost set fire to his pen and quit the court. "Wei Changli smiled wryly, now things are different.

"You are not much better. At a young age, you have been lingering on the fireworks and singing in Liuxiang every night without paying for it. After the Ehu Lake meeting, you became a frequent visitor to Nanleng. Stealing wine and jade, you are very romantic."

"The only good student is the second senior brother, who has always been regarded as a model of the Wenfu by the master."

"I didn't know why at that time, I didn't like you from the first moment I saw you, and we also quarreled from the students in the lower dormitory to the students in the upper dormitory, and once we even fought.

In order to punish the master, he locked us in the basket for half a year. I can't run around and you can't drink." Maybe it's because we are getting old, and all the unbearable past events have become the jokes of today.

"Fortunately, the second senior brother is always there, and every night in the middle of the night, he will sneak into the basket to tell you interesting stories outside and bring me good wine, otherwise we would have been locked up insane.

He is the busiest and tiredest quarrel between you and me. He is persuading and interceding everywhere. He is a bad person, and he will not even die for others..."

Wei Changli was already in tears as he spoke, and so was Qi Cifeng. The three brothers and sisters had known each other since childhood and later became close friends. They were the ones who were most saddened by Lu Daoxuan's death.

"Even this Guihao Pavilion was built by him with every plant and tree, and he also agreed that no matter how much we quarreled in the future, he would come here to reconcile."

"At that time we were all young, and we could find a solution to all the noise. But now you and I have become the old stubborn people who laughed at us when we were young, even worse than them. To the point where you will not give up your position even if you die.”

Wei Changli wiped his tears and poured three glasses of wine.

"No matter what our position is, in the future the three of us brothers and sisters will never be able to get together again, this cup should be regarded as a farewell to the senior brother."

"To bid farewell to him is also to bid farewell to us. From then on, no one can make peace for you and me. After this cup, you and I will be sworn enemies!"

Qi Cifeng raised his wine glass, and after drinking, he left without looking back, leaving Wei Changli alone to look at the thousand mountains and plains, with endless loneliness in his heart.

Putting away all emotions, Wei Chang and Li cheered up, the longest cold night is coming.