wicked immortal

"You know him?" Qiu Ju snorted.

"Hmph, let me show you, Sixth Aunt, take out the painting!"

"Yes, ma'am."

The sixth aunt smiled wryly at the beautiful woman, and put Zhao Yuan's two paintings on the desk.

"Good painting! It's really him!" Chrysanthemum looked at the inscription nomination on the majestic River and Mountain Picture with a look of surprise, she recognized the handwriting.

"Of course it was him. Back then, he was so frightened that I ran away." The girl said triumphantly.

"How do you know him?" Qiu Ju asked curiously.

"He... hmph, I asked him to buy a painting, but he actually felt blasphemous and wanted to sleep with me, so I frightened him, so he ran away overnight, hehe, but this time he can't escape My palm is broken..."

"He wants to sleep with you?"

"Hmm." The girl's face was filled with murderous intent.

"Strange, he is not a womanizer!" Qiu Ju showed disbelief on her face.

"Why do you say that? Hahaha... I understand!" The girl suddenly burst into laughter.

"What do you understand?" Qiu Ju frowned.

"You must have admired his talent, and then lived in this brothel, wanting to get close to him, but in the end, you were ruthlessly rejected by him, didn't you? It must be, just like you, people still look down on you Eyes, hahahahaha..." The girl laughed out loud as if she had grabbed Qiu Ju's braid.

"Yes, he doesn't like me."

Qiu Ju didn't seem to want to argue with the girl, so she took it lightly.

Seeing that Qiu Ju was so calm, the girl who seemed to have won the battle felt bored, too lazy to pester her, and strode out.

"Why are you going?" Qiu Ju asked.

"I want to arrest that kid, he still owes me eight paintings!" the girl said viciously.

"Don't worry, he lives in Wanhualou, you can catch him after the competition," Qiu Ju said.

"Yes, then let's go and see the excitement."

"Don't go."

"Go, go!"

"All right……"

Under the guard of a group of guards, the two girls walked out of the Wanhua Building and merged into the crowd.

Among the crowd, there was a girl with a blank face.

Wan Linger.

Wan Ling'er went out secretly, and has been traveling for more than half a year. In the past six months, she almost turned over the entire Great Qin Empire with the help of the Ice Excalibur, but she couldn't find the man who made her dream.

She followed Zhao Yuan's footsteps until she found Heishui City, but when she arrived at Heishui City, Zhao Yuan, who made great achievements in the world, had disappeared without a trace, and what remained were some exciting stories .

Wan Ling'er stayed in Heishui City for a month, inquiring about Zhao Yuan's story.

Even Wan Ling'er went deep into the prairie.

Those familiar people seem to be becoming more and more unfamiliar, but everything seems to be taken for granted.

Zhao Yuan is no longer the Zhao Yuan of the Wan Family Compound, he is a hero of the world.

Wan Linger felt dejected.

She knew that Zhao Yuan would never return to the Wanjia compound, and she would never need her spiritual massage.

The distraught Wan Ling'er was wandering around the vast territory of the Great Qin Empire. Hearing about the Flower Fair in Jucheng, the northern capital, she flew to Jucheng with her sword.

The streets are full of people, and the colorful flowers are so beautiful, but Wan Ling'er can't feel the slightest joy. She can't blend into this noisy environment. She moves forward with the flow of people. In her heart, the only thing that can Feeling, only, endless loneliness.

Lovesickness is a river of misery.She flows through the softest part of my heart every day.Draw your name in the wind casually, the once wanting to say it has become the scenery of my infatuated obsession all my life, which makes my soul tremble and hurt again and again, don't talk about the feeling of loving you, don't talk about the feeling of missing you , always at the moment of heartbeat, I feel a kind of silent loneliness and sadness.Some cold some tired some pain.Some flowers are destined to follow the wind, some love is destined to follow the fate...

Zhao Yuan boarded the high platform.

The finals have begun.

Zhao Yuan improvised a song "Golden Armor".

When autumn comes on September [-]th, when my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will be killed.

The incense soars through Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor.

The majestic and heroic poems make the blood boil.

On the clean white rice paper, Zhao Yuan brushed his pen and swiped a brush, and the words were powerful. Although his face was a little pale, his flying hair made people feel his arrogance.

Rice paper is on the desk.

Surprisingly, Zhao Yuan actually wrote in regular script. You know, in this kind of competition, most of them are flamboyant. Zhao Yuan's regular script is particularly eye-catching.

The layout of the entire calligraphy work is elegant and square, bounded by columns, showing majesty and holiness.

In terms of his gestures, Fang Jin is tough, mighty and majestic, with the image of swallowing and swallowing the wilderness. In the brushwork, the style is obvious, and the front is drawn horizontally, showing the waves. Han, without the slightest servility and obsequiousness, the clank and iron bones are vivid on the paper.

Among the many flamboyant works, Zhao Yuan's solemn and awe-inspiring calligraphy is particularly eye-catching.

Zhao Yuan won the oiran without the slightest pressure.

Zhao Yuan became the focus of everyone's attention. Wearing eagle feathers and a red robe, he paraded on the street on a tall horse. Behind him, thousands of people followed. The sound of gongs and drums, firecrackers, shouts, and screams rushed straight Yunxiao, enduring.

Zhao Yuan was filled with emotions, he never imagined that he would be able to win the top oiran in one fell swoop after he had left writing for many years.

Among the crowd, there was a distraught young girl, who seemed to be preoccupied, with her head lowered, she did not even look at Zhao Yuan who was riding on the tall horse.

Wan Linger!

It's Wan Ling'er!

Wan Ling'er's every frown, smile, and every move has been branded deep in Zhao Yuan's soul. Although he couldn't see Wan Ling'er's face, he knew that it was Wan Ling'er.

"Linger..."

Zhao Yuan rushed towards the crowd.

"We meet again!" Zhao Yuan was blocked by a half-smile face.

"Don't block me." Zhao Yuan unceremoniously wanted to push the girl away, but behind the girl, there were two big men like door panels.

"Do you think I'll let you run?" The girl had a narrow expression on her face.

Zhao Yuan glanced at the crowd and sighed as there was no trace of them.

"Linger!"

"Someone called me?" Vaguely, Wan Ling'er seemed to hear someone calling her.

Wan Ling'er suddenly raised her head, and the surroundings were filled with people, like a vast ocean, and she was like a drop of water in the vast ocean.

A wry smile appeared on Wan Ling'er's face.

People are all thoughtful and dream at night, but I have auditory hallucinations in broad daylight.

Wan Ling'er didn't know that the man she had been dreaming of had just passed her by.

Just when Wan Ling'er walked down the high platform in a daze, there was a woman with blond hair in a shawl and a pair of blue eyes admiring the works of some talents with great interest.

She is Master Ruolin, the king of martial arts in the prairie.

Master Ruolin didn't chase and kill Zhao Yuan so far, in fact, she had long regarded Zhao Yuan as a corpse

"Hey... the city is full of golden armour... Zhao Yuan... Zhao Yuan!" Master Ruolin shouted out.

"Zhao Yuan!"

This time, Wan Ling'er could hear clearly, although it wasn't Zhao Yuan's voice, but it was indeed Zhao Yuan's name...

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