Royal Master Painter

Chapter 363 Back to Qingdu (Two in One)

Not long after Zhang Lingsu left, two lights fell into Daqing Mountain, one of them was Yang Xiangru, and the other was Zhong Qingli, an old painter from Qingdu.

Back then, when he was weak, he always thought that Mr. Wenfu was just Qianyuanjing's cultivation level, but when he became Qianyuanjing now, he realized how strong a person who can become a teacher is.

Yang Xiangru is at least expected to be at the seventh level of immortality, while Zhong Qingli is even more unfathomable.

"Mr. Yang, Master, he..."

"Needless to say, Master Wei has already told us."

There was a dead silence in Yang Xiangru's eyes, Meng Kuyin, the three major teachers of the Wenfu, died, and now the first teacher, Lu Daoxuan, also fell, which made him feel sad.

"Son, you're safe anyway, let's go home"

Zhong Qingli patted Jiang Lian on the shoulder. Zhong Qingli admired his paintings when he was in Qingdu, and spared no effort to make Jiang Lian famous. He also had high expectations for Jiang Lian, and his words were more like It's the elders.

"I can go back, but my master will stay here forever"

Jiang Tan's nose was sore and sad, and he would not be able to accept this reality for a while.

"I'm an old friend with Daoxuan. After he was confused, I often went to drink with him. Sometimes the old guy is so confused that he can't even remember your name, but he always remembers that he has a disciple that he is very proud of. You have boasted countless times that you are the number one painter in the world in the future, so don't let him down."

"No, master's revenge is still waiting for me to avenge"

In order to worry about any accidents on the road, Wei Changli directly sent Zhong Qingli and Yang Xiangru to bring Jiang Li back to Qingdu.

Jiang Li also felt the current pressure from the Wenfu. Yang Xiangru, as an instructor of the Wenfu, gave lectures every day and rarely left. Now he not only left Wenfu but even Qingdu.

After returning to Qingdu, according to Lu Daoxuan's wishes before his death, the funeral was not too grand, and even ordinary people in Qingdu didn't know that their former patron saint had fallen.

As the number one painter of Yuling, he dedicated his life's talent to the painters. Naturally, Lu Daoxuan's portrait, like the great sages of the Wenfu, was enshrined in the Bitu Pavilion, where later generations of literati can admire and praise.

When Jiang Greed returned to Mahuang Lane, he finally felt the long-lost relaxation. Only here he is the painter who is drinking and having fun.

After Su Kou left Daxuan City with Yaya and Little Gardener, he came to Mahuang Lane, and lived in the burning pig courtyard left by the old butcher opposite. For the most part, the only person he worries about now is Lei Hongyi.

Lei Hongyi married Lu Daoxuan and lived in Mahuang Lane and never left. She didn't even attend Lu Daoxuan's funeral, but raised her baby at home with peace of mind.

"Master, master was buried in Du Dongzhong"

Jiang Tan mentioned Lu Daoxuan carefully, for fear that Lei Hongyi would be sad, but fortunately, Lei Hongyi's expression was not too sad as usual.

"Xiaodu Mountain is beautiful, it is the source of the culture of the Qing capital, and it is also the burial place of the sages of the Wenfu. Your master is a symbol of an era in the Wenfu, so of course it should be buried there."

Jiang Greed did not continue the chat, but changed the subject.

"The weather in Qingdu is cold, you need to add some clothes"

"It's okay, my wife can endure the snow in Songshan Mountain for so many years, let alone this bit of wind and cold."

Jiang Greed suddenly forgot that Lei Hongyi was also a powerful enlightened person.

Lei Hongyi didn't show too much grief over Lu Daoxuan's death, she knits clothes as usual every day.

"Little Junior Brother will be born in half a month."

"Well, Jiang Li, come and take a look"

Lifting the child in her stomach, Lei Hongyi's face became more gentle.

Lei Hongyi took out a pile of clothes, there were dozens of them, large and small.

"These little clothes are so exquisite, my wife is really good at craftsmanship," Jiang Li praised.

"Don't forget what enlightenment Master's Wife is," Lei Hongyi laughed.

"This is the clothes that Deng'er has been wearing since she was born. There are two pieces per season throughout the year. Now I have been weaving until I am 20 years old."

As she said that, Lei Hongyi felt sad again, and sighed.

"I just don't know whether Deng'er will be fat or thin, tall or short when she grows up, and she doesn't know if she will fit well."

"Deng'er is the son of the master. The master was handsome and handsome when he was young. Master, you are also a beautiful woman. Dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes. The child born of the two of you is naturally a talented person with red lips and white teeth."

In order to make Lei Hongyi happy, Jiang Li pointed to his eyes again.

"Look again, several generations of our Jiang family have one face and one pair of eyes. Look at my eyes. Could it be that my mother is also like this?"

Lei Hongyi chuckled and patted Jiang Li.

"Don't talk nonsense, how sad your mother would be if she found out"

Although Lei Hongyi didn't show any sadness, Jiang Li could feel that her heart was ashamed, and the birth of Lu Deng might be her only hope and support.

As soon as he came out of the place where Lei Hongyi lived, he saw Yaya and Little Gardener.

"Brother Jiang Greed, Yaya misses you so much"

Seeing Jiang Lian, Yaya ran over in a hurry, wiping her tears while running, Jiang Lian bent down and hugged her in his arms.

"You are all big girls, why are you still crying?"

"Brother Su Kou said that everyone in Daxuan City would kill you, Yaya thought she would never see you again"

"Didn't I come here well? I promised your grandfather would take good care of you, but I didn't expect to make you, a little girl, worry about me." Jiang Li teased.

"Then you still go?"

"No, after a while I will teach you how to recite poems and compose Fu"

"what…."

When Yaya heard it, her face was full of sadness, but the little gardener nodded very well, and Jiang Tan rubbed his head.

"Su Kou, thank you for bringing the two of them back"

"How long have I been in Mahuang Lane, I have eaten and drank a lot from her grandfather, and I have to pay it back"

Su Kou wanted to say something, but seeing that Jiang Li was not interested, he could only swallow it back. Although he returned to Qingdu, everything was not over.

After leaving Qingdu for so long, I miss everything here very much, especially the wine in Gu Hotel.

After entering the Gu Hotel, all the furnishings are still the same, there are two simple tables, and Xiong Heitat is napping on the cabinet.

"Boss, come two catties"

Xiong Heita's Leng Yuezhaoqianshan is the strongest wine Jiang Li has ever drunk, and Jiang Li just wants to get drunk at this moment.

"Oh? It's your kid? I haven't seen you for a while."

"It's more than a year and two years"

"I heard you went to the imperial city? Are you still going?" Xiong Heita asked.

"Not going, if possible, never want to go..."

In the past, Xiong Hei Tat was very stingy when selling wine in this hotel, so I was afraid he gave a drop too much.Today, he found a jug of unopened wine on the cabinet, blew on the ashes on it, and threw the whole jug to Jiang Lian.

"I haven't seen you for so long, so suddenly generous? Is it the old price?"

"Free today, no charge"

Jiang Greed was not polite, picked up the wine jar and took another wine bowl, and sat down on the table against the wall to start drinking.

The wine was stronger than usual, it was cold in the throat and burning in the stomach, at this time an unexpected guest came to Gu Hotel.

"This old black bear won't give me a drink today, kid, don't you mind sharing some with me?"

There is only one person who likes to call other people's children in the entire Qingdu and even in the entire Yuling Continent, and that is Wei Changli.

Before Jiang Li could agree or refuse, Wei Changli poured some for himself, and then took a sip with a relaxed expression.

"Nanling's wine is soft, just like a woman. It makes people feel sad and can't let go. The old black bear's wine is a good medicine for sorrow, but it's a pity that the amount is too small."

"Those old drunkards in your Wen Mansion are better off playing the autumn wind. My store is too small to accommodate so many true Buddhas. When you scribes see good wine, it's as if you're going to die drunk in the wine jar. It doesn't matter how much you have."

While talking about his dissatisfaction, Xiong Heitat used his spiritual power to seal the Gu Hotel. He knew that Wei Changli came here definitely not just for drinking.

"Jiang Greed, what are your plans next?" Wei Changli turned to the topic.

"I don't know, just listen to Master Wei's orders."

"Nowadays, the strong men of the Wen Mansion and the people of the Confucian Mansion have entered a stalemate in Yunlu. It is impossible to tell the winner in a short time. Perhaps this is another war that lasts for decades or hundreds of years.

Fighting so far is not only the background of the two governments, but also the ability to make blood.

However, the second of the three major teachings of our Wenfu has gone, and only Xiangru is left. Although there are many teachers to help, it is difficult to support the structure of the Wenfu to train newcomers. "

"So Master Wei wants me to be a teacher in the Wenfu?" Jiang Li heard the voice of Wei Changli's words.

"Not teaching, but teaching"

"I am only the cultivation base of Qianyuan Mirror, how can I bear the responsibility of teaching?"

This made Jiang Li flattered, but also a little worried. After all, each of the three major teachings of the Wenfu was a strong man who looked at the fairyland, and his strength was far behind.

"Although your cultivation base is still weak, your painting skills are competent enough, so don't be humble at this time of year," Wei Changli said.

"If I become a teacher, I'm afraid it will attract a lot of criticism." Jiang Lidanqing's talent is not much to say, but his age is hard to convince.

"Don't worry, I have been called in Qingdu for so many years. Wei Ruanruan and the prodigal son don't care. A little criticism is nothing. If there are too many lice, they don't bite people."

"Okay, then I'll try my best."

Jiang Li also felt that he owed the Wenfu a lot, and now when he needed his help, he would naturally not refuse.

"Our Mansion's treasure of the Mansion, the artifact "Hundred Wonders of the World", was mostly destroyed in the First World War a thousand years ago. Thanks to the efforts of my senior brother and some old painters for hundreds of years, the full-color restoration has reached the last juncture. .

Your figure paintings are unrivaled in the world. While teaching, I hope you will continue to paint the full color of "Wonders of the Hundred Worlds". Once this restoration is completed, it will be the greatest confidence of our Wenfu."

Wei Changli is planning a shocking event, and now that Jiang Li returns to Qingdu, he can feel at ease and have no worries about the future. What is lacking now is the "Wonders of a Hundred Worlds".

"I was originally a member of Wenfu, and I should do everything as I should, and Quanse is obliged to do it"

"The last thing, you should go to the back of the mountain to see more on holidays or leisure time."

Qingdu is divided into Wenfu in front of the mountain and Tiandu in the back of the mountain. Jiang Li has given countless help to Tiandu group of demons for his current achievements.

"The Kaibai acupoints I have practiced must rely on the accumulation of massive spiritual energy if I want to make progress."

For Wei Chang and Li Jianggai, there is no need to directly ask for conditions. Although the two want to express their feelings, they both know that they will not do anything that is not good for the Wenfu.

"There are several mountain ranges behind the mountain that are branches of the leylines. They have been closed by me before. I will pass on the method of entry to you."

"I probably won't leave the Wenfu. I'm going to use the art of Heling to make it into a book "Shan Hai Jing""

Now that he has the supernatural grade Ultramarine, what Zhang Lingsu said is right, his Shan Hai Jing may not have the possibility of becoming an artifact of imperial spirits.

"Actually, you don't need to ask me for this matter, you have already been recognized by Tiandu, and it is not difficult to borrow some sources from them for painting.

Right now is the Wenfu's eventful season, all I ask of you can be summed up in one sentence, try your best to break through your own limits, do your best to help Wenfu cultivate a batch of new scribes, other than that, Wenfu All the resources of the government are available to you. "

"Don't worry, Mr. Wei, I won't be polite."

Soon the news of Wei Changli's appointment spread throughout the Qing capital, causing a great commotion. Jiang Li was only 24 years old, and this would be the youngest instruction from the Wenfu in nearly 3000 years.

For a while, Jiang Greed became the focus of discussion in the entire Qingdu. At the age of 24, many people in the Wenfu had not even become Shangshe students at this age.

"Can Jiang Greed do it?"

"He is the number one in the eight prefectures who overwhelmed all the heroes at the Goose Lake Meeting"

"He is the only disciple of Lu Jiaoyu and the number one in the Eight Houses. Of course there is no problem with his talent, but after all, he is too young and his cultivation level is still far behind. Wouldn't it be a mistake to let him be a teacher?"

"Our palace master is too unreliable. Wenfu is the foundation of the ancestors and the foundation of Qingdu. There are so many old painters in Wenfu who just found a boy who has not grown all hair. Isn't this tossing?"

"In the future, when we see Mr. Wei, we must talk about it carefully. If the Wenfu declines, our life in Qingdu will be difficult."

These old men were chatting under the tree, and just happened to be overheard by Jiang Li, who was passing by, which also represented the thoughts of other people in Qingdu.

Seeing that an old man's wine glass was empty, Jiang Li refilled his glass.

The gray-haired old man couldn't help but nodded in satisfaction when he saw a young man refilling wine for him.

"who are you"

"Old man, I'm just the hairless one you mentioned," Jiang Greed smiled apologetically.

"Jiang Greed?"

"good"

While these old fellows were still stunned, Jiang Li hurried away.

Fortunately, only some ordinary people were suspicious of him. Old painters like Zhong Qingli, Fu Baoshan, and Lu Lian all expressed their support.

There are also the prefects of the 23rd City of Yunzhou. These people are already familiar with Jiang Li's deeds and can no longer be familiar with them. The imperial city and his party even helped Zhao Suixian ascend to the throne of God. Sometimes age is not everything.

A person who will become the head of Wenfu in the future will be the teacher. Not only will they not have any opinions, but they will readily agree, and at the same time send their nephews to Jiang Li as students.

Although the current Jiang Li is only a Qianyuan mirror, his talent is far more than that. In the next few years, it is not impossible to break through Qianyuan and become a Taoist, or even Wangxian.

The replacement of Wenfu's instruction is a major event for the eight prefectures. It is reasonable to say that other schools will send people to congratulate them, but the matter of the Daxuan Imperial City is obviously still going on, and it has not yet come to a complete end.

　The performance of this book is not very good, but it will still be finished. A new book "I Do Scientific Research in the Immortal World" will be published, and two double-books will be published. I hope everyone will support the new book.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)