Dao fruit.

"Excuse me, where does Qiu Sheng live?"

After noon, a man came from the alley outside Qiu's courtyard.

"Are you looking for Qiu Sheng?"

The neighbors in the neighborhood were unexpectedly enthusiastic when they heard this.

"Qiu Sheng is a great talent here, who doesn't know, come with me, I'll take you there."

Compared with two years ago, the attitude of the neighbors has changed a lot. This is also because Qiu Yan's popularity is getting more and more popular. He is often talked about and praised by others, and even the people around Qiu's family feel that he is honored , As the tide rises, all boats rise, so I no longer despise, but have a feeling of honor, and praise everyone I meet.

"Looking at you, you are not an ordinary person. I don't know why you are looking for Qiu Sheng? To be honest, you will have a road test soon. Qiu Sheng will study at ease these few days..." The neighbor who led the way noticed that the person asking for directions The man was well-dressed and had an aura about him, so he couldn't help asking.

"It's the magistrate, please ask me to come and give my condolences to Qiu Sheng."

The man who asked the way had a beard and shrewd eyes. It was Mr. Sun who was in Zhang Zhen's house. He came to Qingchang County for a few days, but because of Ma Yang and the imperial decree, he didn't He did something, but he noticed Qiu Yan's reputation, and knew that Qiu Yan meant to support him, so Ma Yang left, and he wanted to pay a visit, so he went along with the flow and put out the prefect's banner to help him.

"Know... the prefect's great master!"

What he said was serious. In Qingchang County, the county master is already a high-ranking official. As for the magistrate, in the hearts of ordinary people, he is a more lofty figure, and ordinary people can't get in touch with him at all.

The neighbor leading the way was startled, bowed his back slightly, and asked cautiously: "Mr. I don't know and the magistrate..."

Mr. Sun smiled slightly: "My surname is Sun, and I will be appointed as the magistrate's criminal seat."

"So it's Mr. Xingming, I'm disrespectful, disrespectful." The guide was about to salute, but was stopped by Mr. Sun.

"You don't need to be too polite, it's important to lead the way."

The two went all the way, and when they reached the outside of Qiu's courtyard, Mr. Sun knocked on the door, and the door opened soon, and Liu Yue came out. When he saw Mr. Sun, he felt familiar at first, then he was surprised, and quickly saluted. Those who worked in Pan's residence had seen this famous criminal master before.

Mr. Sun still smiled and said: "There is no need to be too polite. I am here this time to greet Qiu Yan on behalf of the magistrate. Is he in?"

"It's not a coincidence, sir," Liu Yue said with a look of embarrassment on his face, "My cousin just packed up his things and said he wanted to find a secluded place to study before the exam, but he didn't leave a word. He just said that he would come back in a few days. I look at the yard."

"That's really a coincidence," Mr. Sun shook his head, then changed the topic, "By the way, I heard that Qiu Sheng is quite accomplished in calligraphy. May I have a look?"

"Calligraphy?" Liu Yue thought for a while, and then said, "My cousin does practice calligraphy every day, but he said that his calligraphy is not good enough and not qualified for mounting, so he didn't keep any of them."

"You didn't keep a pair?" Hearing these words, Mr. Sun, who had been calm all the time, finally changed his expression, "Could it be that Zhang Zhen took them all?"

"Why don't you, sir, come in and sit down? I'll look for it?" Liu Yue tried to say hello, but Mr. Sun pondered for a while and nodded. Originally, it was inconvenient for him to go in when the Lord was away, but he still had Qiu Yan in mind. Words, hard to refuse.

Beside the door, the neighbor who led the way gasped when he saw that Mr. Sun really entered the yard.

"Hey, this Qiu Sheng is really amazing, not only the county master, but even the prefect's master thinks so much..."

The magistrate of the county loved Qiu Yan very much, and it had been known for a long time, but looking at this posture, even the magistrate looked at Qiu Yan differently, which is undoubtedly even more exciting.

It didn't take long for things to spread among the neighbors.

Half an hour later, Mr. Sun left the Qiu family's courtyard with a look of regret. He found some handwriting in the study room, but they were all books copied by Qiu Yan. Just take it away?I had no choice but to put it down reluctantly, and returned disgruntled.

After returning to Zhang Zhen's house, Mr. Sun learned of Qiu Yan's whereabouts and entered Ma Yang's courtyard.

"You mean, someone is guarding the outside of the house, allowing outsiders to enter? You said it was the old Prime Minister's order?"

"That's right," Zhang Zhen nodded, "No matter how good the words are, I can't get in. The two nurses are well-known martial arts instructors in the city. They have many apprentices. Some of them are powerful, but somehow they became nurses Don't try to use force, but with Ma Laoxiangguo's message, how many people dare to enter at will? As for Qiu Yan, it is said that he is so absorbed in studying that he can't even enter the two nursing homes to disturb him."

"This is terrible." Mr. Sun's complexion was not good.

Zhang Zhen quickly comforted him and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter. Uncle Sun, you hurry back, but I can stay. I'll just bring the greetings from you and the magistrate to Qiu Yan in a few days."

Mr. Sun glanced at him, nodded and said: "That's fine, by the way, I heard that Qiu Yan's words have been collected by you, why don't you let me open my eyes, what do you think?"

As soon as he said this, a flash of light flashed in Zhang Zhen's mind, and with a clear understanding, his complexion suddenly became ugly.

"You were in trouble just now, I'm afraid it wasn't all because of the prefect's orders..."

………………

At the same time, in the yard of the Ma family.

Qiu Yan sat quietly in the study, flipping through the paintings on the table.

Ma Yang is not only a veteran of the imperial court, but also a great Confucian in the literary world. He has profound attainments in both calligraphy and painting. There were many anecdotes about calligraphy and painting in the early years.

Qiu Yan had an inadvertent understanding of painting skills. To learn painting skills, one must have a wealthy family background. Let alone brush, ink and paper, paintings for copying are essential. Otherwise, how many people can do it without a teacher? Pass?

In the past two years, Qiu Yan has mastered the memories and knowledge of his predecessor, and learned a lot from Ma Yang, but they are all knowledge that is practical in the world. Of course, this painting skill is not among them, and Ma Yang is not here. To give him some meaning.

Now that Ma Yang left, he temporarily handed over the study to Qiu Yan, but as soon as the latter entered the study, he saw three paintings on the table.

The signatures of these three paintings are all Ma Yang's aliases.

With just one glance, Qiu Yan felt the extraordinaryness of these three paintings, and vaguely captured the faint atmosphere and artistic conception from them.

The contents of the three paintings vary.

The first painting is of high mountains and flowing water, misty clouds and mist, exuding a breath of dust.

The second picture is the painting of the court class in the high hall. Although Jin Luan is not seen, one can still feel the majesty of each person in the painting with toga and sleeves, knowing that they are all figures who hold power and guide the country.

And the last one is a bustling city scene, with tourists and merchants, bustling with people, it looks lifelike, as if the people in the painting may jump out at any time.

In this third painting, Qiu Yan felt the wishes of the people!

"Three paintings, three artistic conceptions, reflecting three completely different breath ideas. Let me not talk about Lao Xiangguo's painting skills. The charm in the paintings alone is not trivial. If people who practice Taoism paint, I don't know how much it will cost. Kung fu can reach the same level, especially this third picture, it gives me the feeling that..."

Thinking in his heart, he reached into his arms and took out the travel book.

"...It's somewhat similar to the picture on the last page of this "New World Knowledge"."

Turning to the last page of the travel notes without any hassle, followed by Qiu Yan's heartbeat, and then, the whole study room was shocked!

Immediately afterwards, all kinds of breaths and thoughts on the three pictures left by Ma Yang were actually pulled towards the pictures of travel notes!