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Chapter 11 My Young Master, Su Qing

"Master Buddha? What kind of nickname is this?" Su Qing asked with a blank face.

"Wuchen was originally supposed to be a mortal fairy, but good fortune tricks people into Buddhism. Have you heard of the world's comments, my lord?"

"How can you not know about the world commentary that promulgates the world's most romantic figures, but it is just a family's opinion and has no credibility."

"Having said that, Jianghu Wulin agrees with Tianxia Comments very much. Tianxia Comments commented on Chaotang Jianghu, outstanding figures in various fields, crowned with the title of first-class romantic.

The Buddha's son, Wuchen, is a first-class romantic figure in the world's commentary on Fengya.She escaped into Buddhism since she was a child, and her Buddhist and martial arts are first-class in the world.

According to the rumors, monk Wuchen is handsome and talented, even though he is a Buddhist, he still haunts countless ladies.

Every March, when the peach blossoms bloom, countless young and beautiful women come here to witness the beauty of peach blossoms in Nanjiang Temple, and to witness the dust-free demeanor of the Buddha. "

"Xiaoya, the reason why you encouraged me to come to Nanjiang Temple this morning is to see the demeanor of Mr. Buddha? It's very sad for you to say that, Mr. Su." Su Qing laughed.

"That's right, but I think Monk Wuchen's purpose is different. I want to see how this Buddha son can compare with my son. Why is he a first-class romantic in the Fengya list? Isn't my son also handsome and talented? Peerless?"

"That sounds good. You two will praise me more in the future. I can bear it."

While joking, the two came to the gate of Nanjiang Temple.

Now, Su Qing finally understands why there is only one monk Wuchen in Nanjiang Temple.The original Nanjiang Temple was just an ordinary and inconspicuous farmyard.

The only difference from ordinary farmyards is that there is a plaque hanging on the door, with the three characters of Nanjiang Temple written on it.

"This is the long-famous Nanjiang Temple. It's inconvenient to disturb us. Let's continue up the mountain to find a good place to paint."

The three walked up the mountain path again, and found a place with a wide view after half an hour.

A big rock is like a crouching tiger. Sitting on the big rock, you can have a panoramic view of the peach blossoms in the middle of the mountain.Directly below the boulder is the courtyard of Nanjiang Temple, and the panoramic view of Nanjiang Temple is also included in Su Qing's eyes.

Set up the easel, Xiaoya spreads the paper, Qiaodie rubs the ink, it is a scene of red sleeves adding fragrance.

Su Qing's previous life was fond of painting, and it was also one of the few skills that could be praised by her father.

However, the Su family's educational thinking believes that self-cultivation, family governance, and world peace are the real skills, and that playing music, chess, calligraphy, and painting are just side effects of cultivating one's sentiments, which are not elegant.So she didn't create momentum for Su Qing in this regard.

Su Qing was so absorbed in painting that she hardly felt the passage of time.When the peach blossoms all over the mountain were collected in the picture scroll, the sun climbed to the top of the head without knowing when.

Xiaoya and Qiaodie stood behind Su Qing and had been waiting for an hour or two.

Stopping her brush, Su Qing looked at the blank space full of peach blossoms, wondering if she should leave a poem?

Suddenly, a sound of the piano floated into Su Qing's ears like a wisp of smoke.

Su Qing looked down, outside the courtyard of Nanjiang Temple, among three or two peach trees, a young monk in a moon-white robe was playing the piano with his eyes closed.

The monk closed his eyes slightly, his face was as dignified as a crown of jewels, and even though he closed his eyes slightly, he still gave people a breathtaking feeling.

Not far from Monk Wuchen, stood a group of gorgeously dressed young women.In the middle of such a group of bright-eyed Yingying and Yanyan, playing the piano with such a calm expression, this Wuchen monk is indeed a bit skilled.

With a thought in her mind, Su Qing suddenly thought of a poem, and wrote in the blank space: Nanjiang has infinite peach blossoms, but I am passionate and alone.The setting sun and the wind are blowing red all over the ground, and no one expresses pity for whom.

Seeing this poem, Xiaoya's eyes lit up behind her.

Xiaoya loves poetry very much. When she was in the mansion, whenever she heard a good poem came out, she would immediately copy it down and recite it over and over again.

For this reason, she was often teased by the other maids, saying that she was the maid's fate but got the young lady's illness.

After serving Su Qing for seven or eight years, it was the first time I saw Su Qing write a poem, and it turned out to be such a high-level work.

After finishing the last stroke, Su Qing looked at this picture of peach blossoms in March with satisfaction. It should be the best work she has drawn since time travelling.

In the past, Su Qing's painting skills were more than sufficient and her artistic conception was insufficient, mainly because Su Qing's life was too good and she had too little experience.But now, after the fusion of the two souls, it seems that Su Qing has experienced life and death, allowing Su Qing to see places that she could never see before.

After finishing painting this painting, it seemed that Su Qing had used up all her interest, and she suddenly became as dull as if she had entered the time of a sage.

"Xiaoya Qiaodie, put it away and let's go home." Su Qing put down her pen, stood up and stretched her body.

"Yes!"

Qiaodie washes her brushes and packs up the messed up tools.Xiaoya came to the easel and carefully took down the painting.

Suddenly, a gust of wind passed by.The painting in Xiaoya's hand was blown away by the breeze.

"Not good, young master's painting!" Saying that, he jumped towards Piaoyuan's painting and chased after it.

"Be careful--"

Su Qing exclaimed, and the next second saw Xiaoya's feet lightly tapped, gliding in the void like wings on her back, and she was relieved.

I almost forgot that there is such a thing as Qinggong, the height of ten meters should not be a big problem.

"Young Master, don't worry, this height is no problem for Xiaoya, let's go."

"Ok!"

Monk Wuchen's qin sound is getting better and better, bursts of qin sound pouring out like gurgling water.The group of women around them gradually ignored the demeanor of Monk Wuchen, and were intoxicated by the melodious sound of the piano.

At this moment, a piece of drawing paper fell from the sky and landed directly on Monk Wuchen's piano.

The sound of the piano was interrupted immediately.

The young women around woke up from their intoxication.

"Why did the piano sound suddenly stop?"

"Whoever throws things around is really rude."

Several women looked up, only to see Xiaoya slowly falling down like a banished fairy descended from the moon palace.

Monk Wuchen opened his eyes, which were as bright as stars, and they were even more handsome.With neither sadness nor joy on Wuchen's face, he lightly picked up the scroll and unfolded it.

Suddenly, Monk Wuchen's expression froze.The impact of this picture of peach blossoms in March on Wu Chen is like a sharp arrow piercing his chest and coming out through his body.

At that moment, he seemed to have fallen into the picture scroll and merged into that world.

"Good paintings, good poems, good calligraphy! Is Mr. Tianyi here? Since Brother Li is here, why don't you come out and see him?" Monk Wuchen stood up and blurted out.

"Master Tianyi? Could it be Li Tianyi, a first-class romantic?" A woman's exclamation sounded from the crowd.

At this time, Xiaoya slowly landed in front of Monk Wuchen, and squatted down slightly.

"My little girl has met Master Wuchen. This painting belongs to my son. Just now a gust of wind blew the painting away, disturbing the master's pleasure."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, your son is Tianyi Mr. Li?"

"No. Master, can you return the painting to me?"

Xiaoya took the painting, saluted again, turned and left the courtyard.

"This benefactor, I haven't asked your son Gao's name yet. The person who draws such a good painting must be a first-class romantic person. The poor monk wants to make friends."

"My son's surname is Su, and his single name is Qing. My son is waiting for me, so let's say goodbye." While talking, he rolled up the painting, and chased down the mountain road with a light tap of his feet.

"Su Qing? Could it be Su Qing, the new magistrate of Qingle County?" Monk Wuchen muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)