Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 90 Superior skills (Happy New Year! Please collect! Please recommend!)
After Wu Chenzi shouted, he clasped his hands to Xia Houchun and said with a wry smile, "Your Highness, please be merciful."

Xia Houchun gently waved his sleeves and took a step forward, Murong's eyes were shining with surprise.

The masked man seemed to be in disbelief, how could he master Daobao?
Wu Chenzi changed slightly, and after taking a deep breath, he said in a deep voice, "Does Your Highness want to kill them all?"

Xia Houchun held Murongyan and the two behind him, and said to Wuchenzi in a low voice: "Why, why don't you let the holy lady of the noble family stop?"

After Wu Chenzi remained silent for a while, he looked out, his lips squirmed slightly, and after a few voice transmissions, two beautiful figures came down.

Fang Xirou's frost eased, and her heart was as deep as water.

Eyes swirling, curious and amazed, Fang Xirou jokingly said, "Did the salted fish turn around?"

Tian Xin glanced at the three sneering people in power outside the building, a shadow passed over her forehead, she looked at Xia Houchun again, and after a little silence, she bowed to him: "It was Tian Xin who was abrupt just now, please forgive me, Your Highness." .”

Wu Chenzi took the words over, squeezed out a smile on his face, and said with a flattering voice: "Your Highness is here, and the door is covered with luxuriant plants. I didn't mean to offend just now. It's actually a dispute between my mysterious spirits. Please also, Your Highness." Don't get me wrong."

Fang Xirou sneered: "It's so ridiculous that the holy land of the fairy family is taken over by you and other smooth-talking people."

The masked man said indifferently: "The hypocrisy and hypocrisy of the Daoist sect is not a day or two, so what's so rare."

Wuchenzi twitched his cheeks, secretly hating him.

Xia Houchun waved his hand, stopped them, and said to Wu Chenzi: "I said earlier that my visit to the Wuchen Sect was not a provocation, but intended to discuss important matters with the noble family. You all regard it as a donkey liver, and even want to kill people to seize treasures, which is really out of Taoism."

The person in power who cares about his face is more ashamed and angry, and Wu Chenzi is also a little bit ashamed, but Tian Xin's eyes are calm, and after he glanced at Fang Xirou indifferently, he said lightly:
"If you are qualified to talk, this door will talk to you; if you are not qualified, maybe you won't even be able to enter my Wuchen door."

Xia Houchun nodded, and then jokingly said: "This statement is reasonable, so I don't know if I am qualified now?"

Tianxin summoned the 'Tianxin Order', the light gradually faded, and after taking a deep look at the seal of 'Guandao', he stretched out his hand to Xia Houchun: "Please!"

As soon as this remark came out, the Hong Zhong Da Lu rang at the Wuchen Gate in an instant, and there were a total of six sounds.

Fang Xirou's cold expression remained undiminished, and she asked Xiahou Chun: "We are working so hard together, just to fight for this qualification?"

The smile on Xia Houchun's face did not change, and after accepting the gradually quiet "Guan Tao" seal, he pretended to be magnanimous and smiled loudly:
"Those prime ministers can pull boats in their stomachs. Could it be that this dignified prince of this palace can't even tolerate this?"

However, he said in secret: "My ancestors, we don't have the strength to wrestle with them. The young master can't hold on for long, and if we continue to fight, we will really be exposed."

Murong Yan took a step forward to appease the lord Fang Xirou, and said with a smile: "Your Highness's words are reasonable, and our visit this time is not about seeking revenge and making enemies."

So Fang Xirou just gave up, but still glared at Tianxin unwillingly, "You are lucky."

Walking outside the building, Jiang Weijun and Yang Zhong were overjoyed and exclaimed, "Your Highness!"

After comforting the two of them, he followed Tianxin to a flying building with built-in walls to receive guests.

But on the cliff, there are flying towers inlaid, like flying dragons and phoenixes, and the high pavilions are dangerous, which is terrifying to watch.

It can be said to be "hidden building town void, dangerous view Ling Qingtian".

Xia Houchun praised: "It is built with the building into the cliff and chiseled out of the wall. It is worthy of the fairy family's method. Such a magnificent scene cannot be heard in the heaven and earth, and it is not as good as the mundane place."

Tianxin is graceful and graceful, with a straight gooseneck, and said with his hands behind his back: "The prince sits in Taikang with thousands of households, the red bird in Tianjie is proud of the world, and even the princes bow their heads and profess their ministers. How can our humble house in the mountains compare to it."

Xia Houchun smiled wryly and shook his head, "Fellow Tianxin Daoists, please don't talk about sitting on your shoulders anymore, not to mention that I am still a precarious and weak prince. There is no place for Taikang to say a word."

Tianxin began to climb up the stairs, climbing the stairs along the road, following his steps.

Looking up, the plaque in front of the Gaoya Pavilion hangs the three seal characters of "Guanxing Pavilion". Xia Houchun nodded and said:

"Flowing clouds and flowing water, brush like clouds and smoke, quite elegant and true, presumably it was created by a master of the noble family."

Fang Xirou behind him couldn't bear to look directly at him. This guy really interpreted 'shameless' to the fullest. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would associate the prince who was always screaming and killing with the 'tourist' in front of him.

She snorted coldly, showing the power of her poisonous tongue, and said with a sneer: "This painting should not be left by the 'guimen'."

She bit the word "guimen" very hard, and the meaning of sarcasm couldn't be more obvious.

Tian Xin glanced lightly, gave a light oh, and asked, "Could it be that the little saint Fang knows her footsteps?"

Linghui is as cunning as Fang Xirou, how could she not understand her sarcasm, she snorted coldly: "This plaque has a mixture of energy and energy, with clear distinctions, it seems out of place, it is obviously written by ghostwriters."

Embarrassed, Xia Houchun turned to Murong Yan for help, "Is that true?"

Murong Yan smiled slightly, and said softly: "Murong has never practiced before, so it is difficult to distinguish the similarities and differences of Qi, but the real characters on this plaque seem to be written by a certain Danqing."

A trace of surprise flashed in Tianxin's eyes, and he said with a half-smile: "I would like to hear the details."

Murong Yan lowered his brows and pleasing to the eye, smiled lightly, and said: "Then Murong is playing tricks, the three characters on the plaque look like a copybook, it is really close to the blue and blue, it is originally painted with silver hooks on iron, but it has no tendency to sway thousands of miles.

In addition, the strokes are different in weight and ease, and seem to be penetrating, not done in one go, but this technique is similar to the work of a Danqing master in Murong's impression. "

She looked at Xia Houchun, and said quietly: "Those who like to be good at calligraphy must do it in one stroke. It is definitely not a separation of strokes and a disorderly connection, but this technique is similar to Danqing. When the strength is exerted at the corners, all parties work together to achieve a masterpiece."

Tian Xin glanced coldly, "Why does the princess care about him?"

However, Fang Xirou nodded in praise: "Sister Murong's comments are exquisite, which is quite the essence of this plaque."

Yang Zhong and Jiang Weijun looked at each other in blank dismay. This seemed to be their first cooperation.

Xia Houchun suddenly felt that the painting style was not right, and he seemed to be jealous again. He coughed lightly and asked:
"The princess just mentioned that this word is suspected to be written by a certain Danqing, but who knows who is a master?"

Murong Yan raised his eyes to stare at Xia Houchun, and said softly: "The person Murong knew was named Shen Guangyin, who claimed to be from Luoyi, the eastern capital when he debuted, and this person has a noble temperament, does not admire vanity, and does not seek power.

However, he often works with Taoists, wandering between mountains and rivers, and is obsessed with the way of Danqing. It is said that he has been on the verge of the great achievement of the "technical" realm in the three realms of "skill, realm, and Tao" more than ten years ago, and now more than ten years ago. Years have passed, and its authenticity has not been heard for a long time. "

Xia Houchun frowned, "I remember when I was in the Eastern Capital, I heard you mention that there is a master painter named Luo Qiuyue in your country. I wonder if this master Shen or Luo Qiuyue has better skills?"

When Luo Qiuyue was mentioned, Murong Yan showed nostalgia, she pondered for a while and said:
"When old senior Luo was young, he was the imperial edict of paintings in the Hanlin Academy of Great Chu. He was famous in Southern Chu. Even the former emperor of Yan had heard of it. People have bounds' and sternly refused."

She paused, and said slowly: "As for this old Shen, his skills are naturally not bad, but as far as Murong knows, when old Luo was alive, this Master Shen once went to visit and ask for advice."

There is no need to say more about the implication.

Xia Houchun nodded lightly and said, "I see."

Everyone climbed up the stairs, and at this time they had already reached the second floor.

After Murong's words fell, Tianxin turned his head and sneered: "A group of frogs at the bottom of the well, Mr. Shen, because of his paintings into reality a few years ago, stepped into the realm of 'real people' and lived for three hundred years, and now his painting skills are even more advanced today. It's not what it used to be, how can you and other mortals be able to see it!"

Just now Xia Houchun used the plaque as an introduction to attract Fang Xirou, Murong Yan and Tian Xin to "discuss Taoism through painting". In the first half, Fang Xirou and Murong Yan had the upper hand, but unexpectedly the situation turned sharply and they were killed by Tian Xin.

Xia Houchun was speechless, looking at the white clothes in front of him, he secretly thought that this girl is very scheming, and the city is extremely deep.

Unexpectedly, Fang Xirou seemed to have realized something, and asked Murong Yan: "I remember, Shen Guangyin claimed to be from Luoyi, but he is actually from Dongyan. I don't know what is the relationship between this and the general of Dongyan?"

Shen Ling, the general of the Eastern Yan Army, is a descendant of Emperor Taizong's Empress Shen Yunxiu, and has a kinship relationship with Xia Houchun.

After hearing the song, Murong Yanzi glanced at Xia Houchun, nodded with a smile, and said without blushing or beating when telling a lie:
"What Fang Shengnv said is correct. This real Shen Dazhen is indeed from the Shen family of Dongyan, and has a blood relationship with His Highness."

Fang Xirou suddenly realized, and praised Xia Houchun: "I never expected that the crown prince and Shen Zhenren are so related."

Xia Houchun squeezed out a smile on his face and rolled his eyes secretly. This can be related, but it really has you two.

Without turning his head back, Tian Xin flew over and said, "In the eyes of a real person, everything under a mote of dust is an ant."

Before Fang Xirou's eyes dissipated, she stopped abruptly.

Er, instantly livid.

Even Murong Yan's face froze, as if depressed.

The people behind couldn't bear to look directly at them, their faces were filled with embarrassment, and their eyes pretended to breathe fire.

Xia Houchun bowed his head deeply, he almost let out a pig cry from laughter.

(End of this chapter)