Peach Blossom at the Bottom of the Fan

Chapter 242
Sun Tiancang panted slightly, nodded, and suddenly laughed: "As expected, I am not as good as you in terms of martial arts!"

Answering frankly, Sun Tiancang didn't feel ashamed at all.

Manly man, if you lose, you lose!If he didn't even have the courage to admit defeat, how could he deserve to be in charge of the Daxi Camp.

To lose is to lose, Sun Tiancang replied without hesitation, and the soldiers surrounding him didn't show any dissatisfaction. They looked at Sun Tiancang without any change in their eyes, but looked at Su Jingchun with a little more admiration in their eyes.

These soldiers value heroes. Although Su Jingchun was born weak, he doesn't look like a hero at all, but since he defeated Sun Tiancang, he is a man of strength.

He didn't get up right away, even though Su Jingchun had withdrawn his sword, Sun Tiancang was still looking at the top of his head quietly, after a while, he said quietly: "The sky is so blue..."

Su Jingchun's eyes flashed, and he also looked up at the sky, "Yes, what a sunny day!"

Smiling and stretching out his hand, he said lightly, "Brother Sun, let's have a drink together!"

Sun Tiancang laughed loudly, grabbed Su Jingchun's hand, and jumped up, but in a moment, his expression became much more relaxed, "Okay! Have a drink! Although I am not as good as you in martial arts, I don't believe I can't even compare to you in drinking! Let's see who gets down first this time..."

Su Jingchun smiled, but before he could answer, someone suddenly called out: "Su Jingchun, do you dare to accept my appointment?!"

It's amazing!

The two looked at each other and turned around at the same time. When they saw that it was Shang Wushi who was standing next to Gu Sixiao who made the shout, their expressions became a little subtle.

Su Jingchun stepped forward directly, hugged Gu Sixiao's shoulder with a smile, and separated her monk five intentionally or unintentionally.

"Brother Shang, as far as I know, you don't seem to know martial arts! No," Su Jingchun glanced at Shang Wu's guard who was two steps away, and asked with a smile, "You want me and your guards to fight together?" let's hit?"

"Since it's a fight, how can I let Mr. Su fight with my guards?"

Shang Wu shook his head, and said seriously: "I don't know martial arts, but I heard that Mr. Su has always been famous in Jinan, and he is also from a family of fans. I think he must be a master of calligraphy and painting. Today Shang is not talented, I hope Learn Su Gongzi's calligraphy and painting."

"Could Mr. Shang also want to bet on something?"

"There is no bet! Although I, Shang Wu, am a small country with few people, I am a real husband, and I will not do that kind of demeanor thing." Glancing at Gu Sixiao, Shang Wu said in a deep voice: "Mr. Where to compete is up to you."

With a raised eyebrow and a smile, Su Jingchun said flatly: "Since it's an appointment to fight, it's better to hit the sun than to choose a date. It's just today! Mr. Shang, please come with me—"

While talking, he took Gu Sixiao's hand and strode towards Wenchan Temple.

Shang Wu hesitated for a moment, but followed quickly.

There was excitement to watch again, and those who watched the excitement rushed over immediately.

Those soldiers, who don't like these elegant things, scratched their heads, but looked at Sun Tiancang, "General, shall we go there too?"

Sun Tiancang smiled, looked at the back of Gu Sixiao blending into the crowd from a distance, but shook his head.

"Don't look at it! What's more interesting than calligraphy and painting?! Let's go! Today, we will leave the city! Brothers are still waiting for us in the camp! Daxi Camp is also waiting for us to go back—"

Turning around, he ran a few steps quickly, jumped on the horse, but slapped the horse's butt with a heavy palm, roared away, and never looked back.

Vaguely, hearing the neighing of the horse, Gu Sixiao turned her head subconsciously, but saw nothing.

In the crowd behind, Sun Tiancang was no longer visible, perhaps he had already left? !

With a low sigh in his heart, Gu Sixiao turned his face and met Su Jingchun's smiling eyes.

Facing his gaze, Gu Sixiao smiled brightly, but did not speak.

Because of this plum grove, Wenchan Temple is very famous in the capital, and many pilgrims come here to pray for blessings.

But when he reached the mountain gate, Su Jingchun didn't go any further.

Standing in front of the mountain gate, he looked at Shang Wu and asked with a smile, "Shang Shizi, how do you see this place?"

Shang Wu frowned, still wondering, his eyes turned away, but he was half a beat behind, and understood what Su Jingchun was referring to.

What Su Jingchun was referring to was the whitewashed walls on both sides of the mountain gate of Wenchan Temple.

The whitewashed wall stretches straight into the plum grove, enclosing the Wenchan Temple.

At this moment, when Su Jingchun asked this question, he actually regarded the whitewashed wall as a drawing paper and wanted to paint on the whitewashed wall.

Shang Wu had never painted a mural, but since Su Jingchun had already proposed a topic, he was not afraid.

"Okay! This place is very good! I wonder if Mr. Su has a question?"

Su Jingchun smiled lightly, and said calmly: "There is no topic, why don't you and I draw freely, and let everyone present comment on it."

"Okay," Shang Wu answered happily, then turned around and told the guards to prepare pens and inks.

This Su Mei also left quickly, without Su Jingchun's orders, he knew what Su Jingchun needed.

There was a lot of noise outside the temple, and the monks in the temple also responded.

The little novice was angry, "That group of people made trouble at Meilin just now, it's fine, but now, they dare to come and make trouble at the gate of our temple. I went to chase them away, and actually wanted to pollute our mountain gate."

"Oh, don't be rude." The abbot stopped the little novice, but asked the monk, "Where are these two talented people who want to paint in front of the mountain gate? Have you ever asked carefully?"

But the Zhike monk was clever, he had already asked the question clearly when he came out just now, and immediately answered the abbot: "Back to the abbot, I have asked just now, and it is said that one of them is the eldest son of Ryukyu, who was very famous in Beijing last year." First, the one who is known as the Immortal in the Painting, Mr. Shang. The other, it seems to be a talented man from Jinan, is Prince Rui's wife-in-law."

After hearing this, the abbot lifted his long eyebrows, but showed a hint of joy, but immediately covered it up, and said lightly: "Monks, it's convenient for others and for yourself. Since they want to paint in front of the temple gate, let them go." Yes. This is also a good story, so you might as well prepare it with a green sarong..."

He said it calmly, but the Zhike monk understood it as soon as he heard it.

"Master, don't worry, this disciple will take good care of the two benefactors. If there is any need later, I will try my best to satisfy them."

The abbot nodded, turned around, but suddenly turned around and said: "Remember to ask the two benefactors to use seals."

This is the most important thing. In front of the mountain gate, there are two more famous paintings drawn by talented scholars, which can be regarded as a way to attract pilgrims. What's more, one of them is Prince Rui's wife-in-law. Emperor, then their Zen Temple will also flourish.

Not to mention what the monks in the temple thought, Su Mei and the guards went and returned quickly.

I don't know what the guards bought back, but Su Mei took on a burden, with all kinds of paints in it, and a set of pens, which Su Jingchun usually used.

Gu Sixiao wanted to come forward to help mix the paint, but Su Jingchun refused with a smile.

Turning her head to look at Shang Wu at the side, Gu Sixiao vaguely understood why Su Jingchun refused her help.

Shang Wu's engagement is the same as Sun Tiancang's, right?

It's not to fight her, but to fight for breath, to prove that he is not inferior to Su Jingchun.

It's a pity that Su Jingchun will never let them win against him. If they lose, they can lose to others, but these two people who have asked him to fight, he is unwilling to lose no matter what.

Painting is not as exciting and attractive as martial arts competitions, and it can even be said to be a bit boring.

However, within a quarter of an hour, some of the spectators had left one after another, but while some left, others came one after another.

Most of the people who came this time were literati, shaking folding fans, looking at the two people who were engrossed in painting, although they didn't dare to speak too loudly, they still pointed.

How exquisite this stroke is, how absorbed that stroke is, and the nonsense words, although not offensive, feel a little noisy.

Su Mei brought a chair from the temple, but Gu Sixiao didn't make it, but stood quietly, concentrating on the paintings of the two of them.

Although the painting has not been finished, the outline can be seen on the whitewashed wall.

What Shang Wu painted was a picture of appreciating plum blossoms in the snow, and a picture of a lady with fine brushwork.

His painting style is delicate and graceful, but it is indeed somewhat similar to Gu Sixiao's painting style, no wonder he always takes himself as a confidant.

The red plums and white snow complement each other interestingly, but among the plums, there are two women.

One is wearing a red cloak, the other is wearing a green jacket and skirt.It was a little lady with a girl, although the little lady was also red, but she was not concealed by the red plums in the plum forest, on the contrary, she was even more charming because of the red.

His brows are gentle, and he vaguely looks like Gu Sixiao.

With the paintbrush, the people around have already noticed it, some of them watched the fun, and even turned their heads to peek at Gu Sixiao.

Gu Sixiao didn't pay any attention, just pretending that she didn't hear what those people said.

Compared with Shang Wu's exquisiteness, Su Jingchun's painting is much more freehand.

What he painted was not flowers and plants, nor figures, but a landscape painting.

It is a sea, although there are faint mountain shadows in the distance, but there are white waves nearby, layer upon layer like piles of snow.

There is a small boat in the sea, but there are two people on board.

Even though the waves were monstrous, they did not affect the people in the boat at all.Sitting securely like an instrument, the two are guarding a game of chess, holding their hands and looking at each other with affectionate smiles, as if they are in a place where spring flowers are blooming, rather than in the turbulent waves.

Looking closely, although the two people were both wearing blue robes, they were clearly a man and a woman.

As for that face, the man vaguely resembled Su Jingchun, but no one knew about the woman.

Not everyone knows!If someone from Songjiang was here, maybe he would recognize Gu Sixiao at a glance—the Gu Sixiao from his previous life.

Pinching his fingertips, Gu Sixiao forced down the emotion in his heart.

This painting is not about her and Su Jingchun.

From the moment they met, it was as if they were in the vast ocean, and no one knew where they would go. It was like riding a small boat, but in the end they braved the wind and waves and accomplished what seemed impossible.

"'The small boat will pass away from now on, and Jianghai will send the rest of his life'..." Someone whispered a poem written by Su Jingchun next to the painting.

After savoring it carefully, he immediately clapped his hands and applauded, praising that because of this line of poem, the painting was immediately upgraded to a higher level.

Life is like the sea. Wouldn't it be a great joy in life if we could die in a boat with a confidant? !

Shang Wu, who had finished painting, stared fixedly at Su Jingchun's painting, and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Who is the woman in this painting?!"

After asking this sentence, he turned his head and looked at Gu Sixiao with doubts in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)