Dao Fruit

She is elegant in white clothes, has a beautiful appearance, and has a cold expression. There is a smell of dust when she walks, like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

As soon as this woman appeared, the lobby suddenly fell silent, and several gasps were heard. Then it returned to normal, but the eyes of many men present wandered away, and occasionally fell on the woman in white.

The woman walked a few steps, turned around, and walked straight towards where You Zui was.

You Zui was stunned on the spot, as if his soul had left his body. With Qiu Yan's perception, he could naturally guess that You Zui was in extreme shock, his soul was shaking, and his three souls were wandering around, unable to control himself!

"It seems that this beauty in white suits the scholar's aesthetics so well that it makes him completely addicted and lose his mind. If he is not careful, he will be infected with external evil in an instant... huh?"

While Qiu Yan was thinking, he suddenly felt a sudden chill, hitting scholar You Zui.

"Girl... please sit down."

You Zui shuddered, then came to his senses, and without caring about anything else, he hurriedly walked over, saluted the woman in white, and led her to sit down.

"Thank you, sir." The woman in white nodded her head calmly and sat down. There was no trace of fireworks in her whole movement, which made You Zui fly away again.

"Sir, why are you in such a daze?" The book boy next to him woke up in time, pulled You Zui's sleeve, and whispered.

"Yes, yes." You Zui woke up suddenly, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, but his tone of voice was much calmer, "When I saw the girl, it was like seeing a fairy in the sky, which made me feel deeply in my heart. I am willing to paint a picture and give it to the beautiful lady. Fish, prepare your pen and ink!”

"Okay!" The book boy saw that his young master had been dull and rude before, and was secretly worried, but now he was handsome and returned to his normal behavior. He immediately puffed up his chest, took out pen and ink papers from the book case, and placed them on the table. .

During this process, the book boy played with his posture and peeked at the petite and lovely female waiter from time to time. After noticing that the waiter did not notice him, he felt a little frustrated.

"A moment ago, Youzui was shocked and lost his mind, but suddenly he returned to normal and even showed an outstanding demeanor. Judging from the performance of the little book boy, this appearance should be Youzui's original demeanor. Behind this sharp change, I don't know What purpose is hidden?”

Qiu Yan had already found a table to sit down at this time. Not far away, he was followed by the female waiter, who looked wary.

But Qiu Yan was not affected. His eyes fell on You Zui and he secretly speculated while feeling the changes in the atmosphere in the lobby.

Not only him, but the guests at other tables also paid more or less attention to the woman in white, and also noticed You Zui's behavior.

This young scholar was wearing thin clothes, but the moment he took the pen, his whole aura suddenly increased and his mind was concentrated. He raised his head and glanced at the woman in white, then immersed himself in his thoughts. Finally, with a movement of his wrist, the tip of the pen fell on the paper, and he waved. Splash ink.

The ink marks on the paper gradually became more and more, and the lingering charm of her grace was revealed, and soon the outline of a woman was formed, looking like a fairy.

"Huh? The scholar's demeanor when painting is a bit like the young master. He is obviously thin and weak, and his body is not strong, but when he blows his nose, he looks like a monk who has been practicing for a long time. It gives me a sense of agility, as if his soul has come out. The aperture can be condensed into shape!" Hu Qi was also looking at You Zui, slightly surprised.

"This scholar has some attainments in painting skills." Someone at other tables also saw the clue. The speaker was a middle-aged scribe, and sitting next to him was a girl who looked young, about thirteen or fourteen years old. Qiao Qianxi smile.

At the next table, a man with a knotted beard raised his thick, black eyebrows: "Oh? He draws very well?" The man was holding a woman dressed as a village girl and squeezing the woman with one hand. With a face as white as jade, the other hand is holding a wine bowl, which is full of wine.

Another person said: "I wonder how this man's painting skills compare to Qiu Yan?" This is a man wearing Confucian clothes with loose hair. At first glance, he looks like a scholar, but as long as you notice the hand holding the wine glass, you will know Know that is not the case.

This hand is as white as jade, and the flesh and blood are tight. It can be seen that it is caused by the force of beating. Together with the long sword at hand, it reveals its identity.

swordsman.

Next to him, there was a handsome woman sitting. She was silent and just lowered her head to pour the wine.

"Huh?"

When the long-haired swordsman said the name "Qiu Yan", there were two sounds of surprise around him. One was from Dai Guo, and the other was from a scholar sitting in the corner. Next to him was a lady. , graceful and luxurious.

The scholar was not very old, and he still had hair on his mouth, but he was not small in stature. He held up his dark clothes, but because he was too thin, the inside of his clothes looked empty.

"What? Brother, do you know Qiu Yan's name?" asked the tall and thin scholar.

Sitting next to him was a woman dressed as a maid, with beautiful appearance and dignified manner.

Before the long-haired swordsman could answer, a slightly frivolous voice rang out: "Qiu Yan's reputation has been widely spread in the Eastern Capital recently. Even many people passing by have heard about it. I also heard that this man lives in seclusion. The mountains and forests attract many scholars to visit because of their reputation.”

"Huh?" Dai Guo glared angrily and wanted to slap the table and stand up, but as soon as he raised his hand, it was held by Qiu Yan, as if it was bound by an iron hoop, making it difficult to move.

"Master..." Dai Guo looked at Qiu Yan, who slowly shook his head, and then looked at everyone in the room with interest.

The owner of the frivolous voice was a young man in his early twenties, dressed in brocade clothes and a large cloak, with his hair tied up, revealing a smooth forehead, slightly glowing. There was a beautiful "woman" beside him, but If you pay a little attention, you will find the Adam's apple on the "woman's" throat.

Behind this person, there were two men in well-dressed clothes standing, motionless and with firm expressions. At a glance, they could be identified as nursing home or the like.

"Qiu Yan, why are you so excited? Is there any connection with Mr. Qiu?" The young man in Jinyi noticed Dai Guo's actions and asked with a smile.

The big man with a beard suddenly laughed and interrupted: "Well, anyone who has been around Dongdu recently knows about Qiu Yan's reputation. But how did he get connected with the paintings? All I know is that this man is proficient in the principles of heaven. Tao, Zeng defeated Secretary He and won the favor of Mr. Chen."

The young man in golden clothes shook his head: "Your news is a little delayed. Mr. Qiu has been painting every day recently, and several great scholars have personally appreciated it. The news has already spread throughout the Eastern Capital."

"Oh? Qiu Yan's paintings are very famous?" The big man with a long beard was startled, and then he squeezed subconsciously with his hand. The woman next to him screamed in pain, and the voice was numb, making the big man with a long beard laugh strangely.

"It's not famous..." The man in brocade shook his head and was about to show off his knowledge, but was interrupted by a voice——

"You had the pleasure of seeing Mr. Qiu's paintings two days ago. They are really unforgettable. Their painting skills and charm are excellent, and they are also based on their calligraphy skills. They are extraordinary."

The person who spoke out was actually You Zui who was painting.

At this moment, he had put down his pen, raised his head and looked around, and said these words.

"Huh? Has this person ever seen Young Master's paintings?" Hu Qi and Dai Guo were stunned when they heard this, and then understood. They knew that Qiu Yan painted a few days ago and put it behind the Wenxuan Building. Occasionally, people would come over to watch it. As long as they knew a few people, they would It is not difficult to see people in the academy who have some connections.

However, after the last painting is completed, it will not be easy to look at it again in the future.

As soon as You Zui finished speaking, the man in brocade frowned, but did not refute. Instead, the middle-aged scribe touched the petite woman next to him, showing interest, and then his eyes fell on You Zui's painting.

On the scroll, there is a lifelike depiction of a woman in white, as if carved from the same mold as the woman in white sitting next to You Zui.

"What a painting!" The middle-aged scribe couldn't help but praise it.

"Miao likes it, cough..." Youzui raised his hand in thanks, then started coughing, his face turned pale. The woman in white stretched out her hand to rub his back and chest, but as the movements continued, Youzui's cough became more and more severe. .

"Have you finally taken action?"

Seeing this scene, a bright light flashed in Qiu Yan's eyes, his eyes passed over the scroll, and finally stopped on You Zui.

"The drunken man first ran away in the forest, and then there was a heavy rain, and he was exhausted physically and mentally. Then he was happy when he met this building, and then he was frightened by the woman in white, and his mind was lost. Then he showed his original style, his energy and spirit increased, and he was quite There is a feeling of returning to the past. At this time, when a painting is finished, it is the time when the momentum is at its peak. All kinds of bad luck should be temporarily suppressed, but the momentum is shaken. This twists and turns, great joy and great sorrow, mobilize all the emotions and mental energy of a person. Get up..."

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan realized something in his heart, and then stretched out his hand to grab the female waiter beside him.

"What are you going to do?" The female waiter yelled and was about to retreat, but suddenly a huge momentum came down, imprisoning her hands and feet, making it difficult for her to move.

"Don't panic, I just want to investigate."

After the words fell, Qiu Yan's hand slapped the female waiter's forehead, and the fragments of inner demons seeped into it.

This fragment did not intend to lurk. Once it entered it, it grew rapidly, absorbing various emotions and becoming stronger. Then, when it was stirred, the black and white eyes of the waitress lost their luster, and most of the memory was read by the inner demon fragment.

Everyone else's attention was attracted by You Zui, and no one noticed the little incident here, except Hu Qi and Dai Guo.

"Young master really doesn't know how to cherish beauty and cherish jade. Even if he is a monster in the mountains and forests, the beauty he transforms into is still lovable. He is also a talented man. Why not use his emotions to pull off the cocoons and stage a legend? It's really incomprehensible..." Dai Guo thought of it. A play I've seen before.

Naturally, Qiu Yan would not pay attention to Dai Guo's resentment. He changed his mind and kept his thoughts in mind.

"So that's what happened. The layout here is more bizarre than I thought. I didn't expect that there are such types among monsters."

After the thought fell, Qiu Yan remained motionless. The hearts of all people suddenly beat, and two rays of consciousness separated from his body and pierced his feet fiercely.

shock!

The entire inn shook, bounced, and erupted in pain. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)