A piece of paper

Xian Jin thought that he should put aside the emotional entanglement with Hu Jian first, and leaned forward to ask Qiao Fangzhi, "Master, if we put aside the factor of invincibility such as geography, can we still win?"

The old god Qiao Fangzhi was on the ground, shaking his head, scratching the water surface of the tea soup with the tea lid, "breathing" and taking a sip, "Yes."

The gold is shining brightly, and the eyes are shining brightly.

"Think for yourself." Qiao Fangzhi put down the tea cup, "I'm just an ordinary flower hunter. I don't know how to do something as big as doing business."

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Sometimes it's not his fault that Qiao Hui deserves to be beaten so much. It's heredity, genes, and an eternal inheritance.

Xianjin scratched his head, wanting to imitate Chen Sanlang and act coquettishly, so he raised his voice and said, "Master——Father——"

Open your mouth and startle yourself.

Damn it, where did the green bamboo leaves come from? It's hissing, it sounds like it's not a serious snake.

Qiao Fangzhi was also extremely uncomfortable: a big dark brown mouse looked at you stiffly and boldly, and no one could stand it.

Qiao Fangzhi waved his hand, "If you are truly filial, don't be disgusted by your teacher."

Qiao Fangzhi pushed the tea cup to the side: After drinking tea, it was difficult to sleep tonight. He didn't want to hear this vicious sound while losing sleep and closing his eyes.

"Your silk-cut rice paper is pretty good. I'll bring you two rolls for me someday." Qiao Fangzhi started to order, "The roll of the Twelve Color Flower Goddess is pretty good. Although the texture is not as clear as a real painting, you can still see it." These twelve meticulous paintings are not exercises, they at least require some skill and talent."

Oh, the Twelve-Colored Flower Goddess is Tuo’s star of hope, his mother-in-law painting of flowers and birds.

Xian Jin nodded in agreement, but he still felt that at this moment, Qiao Fangzhi mentioned the silk rice paper for more than just free use.

Qiao Hui is better, just say whatever you want and answer whatever you ask.

Master Qiao is used to being a teacher, and he likes to teach you in subtle ways, so that you can use your own strength to open up the Ren and Du channels - just like taking lessons from future generations. Ordinary teachers can't wait to break the knowledge into pieces and feed it to your mouth; while a goatee has a goatee The famous teacher looked at a question, turned around and wrote a formula on the blackboard, and then used chalk to underline it very naturally, "This question is too simple, I'll just click through."

Ahhhhh!

It's only useful for top students, not for academic vases like her who only have beauty!

Xianjin thought for a while, took out the red and blue dagger from his arms, and lifted the scabbard upwards with his thumb, revealing the lifelike crane with cold light at the handle.

After Qiao Fangzhi saw the object clearly, his eyebrows froze and he looked at Xian Jin in disbelief.

"Master, the big shot in the capital likes the crane, right? It's Princess Bai'an, right?" Xianjin asked softly with his eyes blazing, straightening his back.

Qiao Fangzhi opened his mouth, looked at Xian Jin, then at the dagger, and then at Xian Jin - the mediocre Tan Hua Lang. His brain was inexplicably short-circuited: How could a person who couldn't be hit with eight sticks still be like this? Kind of intersection?

Xianjin curved his lips and smiled.

Master Qiao's reaction showed that he guessed correctly.

Outside the window lattice, the dusk was covering everything in the world. Jixi workshop was a bit far away, so I had to spend more than half an hour to lay the foundation when I got back.

Qiao Fangzhi also wanted to ask about the origin of the dagger, but Xianjin also acted like he would stop at the first touch.

Qiao Fangzhi was immediately filled with hatred: Sometimes the close disciples accepted by great writers can also be used for self-cultivation.

Showing off one's talent to the end, but not telling the truth anyway, Lala said a few more words, then stood up and left.

Qiao Fangzhi gritted his molars and nodded, then raised his chin, and the old man beside him picked up a thick scroll from the inner hall.

Xian Jin was horrified: The director was living in seclusion to recuperate, and he still asked her so many questions! ? Is it because he is dedicated, or does he simply want her to die?

Although there is no limit to learning and hard work, she has to complete so many questions, and her hard work can make her an aircraft carrier!

Xianjin gave an awkward yet polite smile, "Master, we want to improve our writing skills, but now is the key point for making tributes." "You have to wait for Qiao Hui to come back with this set of papers and let him review them. Do you know something new?"

Qiao Fangzhi said "Tsk", "Take it! This is a painting I made randomly during the past few days for my teacher to recuperate. Look at it carefully. If you think it is useful, pick it out. If not, help me destroy it."

The golden-haired man smiled flatteringly, "How could it be useless! The ink dots you threw out are all famous paintings through the ages!"

"I will frame all these masterpieces for you and hang them on the walls of Xuanzhou City. They must be admired by everyone!"

Qiao Fangzhi:

It has been a long time since I listened to the well-organized flattery of academic garbage. Now that I listen to it, I feel refreshed and refreshed.

He somewhat understood why some of the close disciples accepted by great writers were of average quality, and even had a hard-to-explain feeling - they accepted this disciple not to contribute to the cause of literature, but for their own physical and mental health.

Qiao Fangzhi waved his hand and drove the brown mouse away, "Let's go, don't be an eyesore here."

After enduring it for a long time, he couldn't bear it anymore and said, "When you get rid of the clothes, I will buy some bright satin for you. That father of yours has groomed himself so that he is very attractive, but raising a girl is like a big reptile."

As soon as the big reptile came out of Baige Hall holding the scroll, it leaned on the red lacquer pillar and opened the scroll bit by bit under the dim and dim light.

There were hundreds of pieces of paper tucked inside.

It's really a random drawing.

Every piece of paper has a different image.

There are the endless Wumeng Mountains, the trickling Qinhuai River, the Forbidden City standing in Duansu, hawkers walking in the streets, wine shops operated by Zhang Ban, solemn government offices, and academies with pavilions and pavilions. .

From south to north, from big to small, from high to low, from the high-ranking government offices to the common people who smile happily after eating a bowl of hot porridge, from nature to humanities, from farmers wearing short jackets to the snow-covered solitary smoke.

If these hundreds of pieces of paper are carefully arranged, they will look like a vivid and powerful Wei Dynasty.

It's like a fragmented and enlarged version of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival". Compared with "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", it has more mountains, rivers and water veins, and more openings and closings.

Holding the pile of drawing papers in both hands, Xian Jin suddenly understood what she could do as tribute paper.

Xianjin turned back to look at Baigetang.

"Bang——" The four windows of Baige Hall were closed in unison.

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The reason for Qiao Hui's duplicity and soft-spoken words has also been found!

Xian Jin turned his head, and asked someone to fetch a bamboo basket and a brown paper bag, wrapping them three layers inside and three outside. He stepped out of the Chen family's house and turned around to hand the bamboo basket to Ding Suo'er, the secretary at the post. Shoutoutuo, one of the veterans of the Jixi workshop, said, "Give me two well-fed mules. I'm going to Zhanghe Village in Xiaxi Town."

Sloutoutuo nodded hurriedly, "It's getting dark, why don't we go back to Jixi Workshop to rest for a while?"

Rest? There is no such word in the dictionary of billionaire!

In the dictionary of billionaires, there are only two words - time is money!

Xian Jin turned down the southeast alley of Chen's house and turned into an uninhabited alley where a mule cart was waiting. Just as he was about to speak, his waist was pressed against by a cold, sharp object.

"If you want to live, don't talk!"

The voice behind him was somewhat familiar. It was a young and middle-aged man, with a hint of madness.

"Back up! Get to the back of the alley!" The man's hand holding the knife shrugged inward, and the tip of the knife was about to sink into his flesh. His voice was suppressed and crazy, "Tell your guy to get out!"

No need for her to call.

After the less loyal secretary Shouduo screamed, he turned around and ran away without any hesitation.

Xian Jin: On the importance of direct lineage.