Legend of the Great Saint

There can't be any defensive laws here!

Qian Danqing measured, stepping on the pebble paved path, it was covered with thick snow, a layer of bamboo leaves, and no one cleaned it.

Bamboo forest is mainly blue, but also mixed with yellow, high to the sky, in his eyes, nature turned green, green, green, goose yellow, vine yellow, dusk and other colors, from 3D to plane, into a fine pen painting.

He shook his head violently and threw these ideas out of his mind. He studied art in the deep mountains for ten years. He was about to go mad to learn painting. Alas, the outside world is still good!

That doctor's sister across the street, she's beautiful. Although Master often says that the painting has its own face as a jade, he also has the power to let the face as a jade come out of the painting, but it is alive and beautiful, unlike the painting, which is also the biggest difference between him and Master, Master says it is a misconception, but he still wants to keep it.

“Is that you?” Li Qingshan looked at Qingqing, who looked right at him and looked forward to walking over.

“It's me, I'm here to see my painter's future territory!” Danqing lifted his chest, and Master Xiao asked him to listen to Li Qingshan's falsehood, knowing that he could not fight each other all the time, but he had not yet figured out what to do.

“Drinking?” Li Qingshan did not seriously and seriously lie down at the desk and do his writing work. Instead, he sat calmly under the corridor, holding a jade cup, surrounded by a wine bar.

Though the direction of writing was determined, when it really came to writing, he was still worried. He circled around the house and suddenly remembered Sun Fu Bo gave him a hundred jars of wine. He had not drunk it yet!

If you want to imitate the story of "100 Li Baidu Wine Poems”, take it out, then have a few drinks alone. Although they are all good wines, they feel less flavorful.

Li Taibaishang also wanted to “raise a glass to invite the next moon, for the shadow into three people". This olive wine is really not easy to drink. Thinking about it, Xiao 'an is preparing for the Law Society. Maru is sleeping in the hibernation, the flowers are praised in the closing, and Han Iron Clothes is also busy with soldier family matters, can not get away.

He was suffering without wine friends, and suddenly saw Qing Danqing and asked him out.

Qian Dan stunned for a moment and couldn't say what he was prepared to say. He hasn't had much to drink. The painter is not a poet. He can't be drunk all day. He can only have bamboo in his chest if he is sober and has a strong pencil.

Smells like wine, can't help but swallow and spit.

A crystal clear stream is injected into two jade glasses from the bar.

Danqing, real name dog egg, 21 years old, looks very young because of a clear doll face.

When he was begging in the streets, he was discovered in his hometown by the Master Dao. He was of strange descent and called “Bi Blood Dan Qing”, hence his name was Tan Qing, and his surname was followed by the Master. Eleven years old, he was taken to Mountain Middle School to paint until he left the gate a month ago, this time to listen to Li Qingshan's falsehood.

A dozen pots of wine underneath the belly. Without waiting for Li Qingshan to say anything, Qingshan Li Danqing pulled everything together. He simply said what he wanted to do with his heart.

“I want a woman!” Danqing shouted, listened to the sound echoing in the bamboo forest, and then smiled.

Li Qingshan shook his head and sighed. Good boy, let's see what's going on!

“You're drunk. ”

“I'm not drunk! Drink, let's keep drinking! ”

“No more drinking. ”

“Why won't you let me drink, I... I have money!” Tian Danqing stroked in the hundred bags for half a day, I really didn't find the silver, a brain pulled out a bunch of paintings: “I used the painting to make the account! ”

Li Qingshan then also got a bunch of ready-made samples to understand the artist's abilities.

“You!” exclaimed Han Jongzhi, coming to Bamboo Xuan.

Flower praise is not there, she is the second seat of the family, busy circle, but heard who Li Qingshan wants to make gambling, or take time, come and see, but saw a Qingxiu teenager almost leaned into Li Qingshan's arms, and took a glass of wine to feed Li Qingshan. As soon as he was struck by lightning, no wonder he had such a preference, he was so bland to himself.

I also remembered that before Hana praised the closure, she said to me that if I wasn't excited, I was afraid someone would cut me off. Has Xiaohua also been poisoned by him? This Li Qingshan is so not a thing. Xiaohua just shut down, he made a new joy. Alas, what am I thinking!

“Don't get me wrong, he likes women!” Li Qingshan glanced at what Han Qiongzhi was thinking and hurried. But he would never have thought that Han Jong-chi would be so complicated in the blink of an eye.

As the voice fell, Qian Danqing also saw three Han Qiongzhi, and the glass in his hand shouted: "Ah, three beauties, come and drink! ”

“I'll tell you!” Li Qingshan shrugged his shoulders.

“Where's the drunk, ah, air purification floor 10? ”

Han Qiongzhi heard Li Qingshan's explanation before realizing that this is Li Qingshan's future opponent. I really don't know if I should be happy for him. I came to listen to the news. A few pots of wine made me feel free to say anything. I sent Li Qingshan a bunch of paintings.

Madam Li, the opponent that has always been, is either a genius like Chu Tian, or a soldier of 700 fierce warriors. Even though he is an enemy of the Black Lotus Tank master of this rank, he has fought face to face, no injuries, but now he has to face such an opponent, it is really hard to say...

“Don't underestimate him. He draws paintings that can defeat the usual ten gas refiners.” Although people have a habit of saying big things after drinking, Li Qingshan believes that this is not wine talk. The words “Bi Blood Danqing” are definitely not just words.

Ten years from a small beggar to a 10-story gas refiner, his genius is no different than Chutian's reincarnation. The painter can concentrate his mind and soul into the painting, and summon it up as soon as needed. It is wonderful to work with the novelist in a different way.

But there is no need to muster the will. If there is enough time, an army can be formed. The world is so big that no one can be small.

Han Qiongzhi took a closer look at Qing Dan Qing, I really can't see this drunk guy, there is a bit of genius weather, even though Chutian the guy is still a bit mad!

Li Qingshan lifted Qian Danqing up, found an idle bedroom, and left him on the bed. Qian Danqing immediately began to whistle and sleep.

Li Qingshan said, “Not yet. ”

Han Qiongzhi sat across from Li Qingshan with his legs in a huge plate. He took over the new wine glass Li Qingshan handed over and drank it. He mumbled: “Ten miles of apricot blossom brewing. ”

“Where have you been?” Li Qingshan was just about to add wine to her, and she had already taken the bar by herself.

“Cut, in the clouds and rain, there's nothing to drink. ”

These boys and young ladies, in the flourishing place of Qinghe Mansion, the luxury place of the Yunyun Tower, is also a kind of tongue-in-cheek, extremely audio-visual entertainment.

Li Qingshan glanced at her: “Actually, I also like women. ”

Han Qiongzhi just drank half of the wine, suddenly he couldn't drink it, what lonely male widow, male and female defense, etc. These thoughts rarely appeared in his mind for life, suddenly appeared, his face stained red with three points of drunkenness, angry: “Drink alcohol, what are you talking about this nonsense? ”

Someone wants to hear him go on and see what he can say. Her adult has a lot of bullshit, so don't blame him too much.

Li Qingshan thinks Han Qiongzhi is right. Drink alcohol when you drink alcohol. Why are you saying this? Do you want to learn like Qingdan Qing, yell out for me to want a woman?

His eyes fell on the pile of paintings, but when he woke up, he had to be given back. Take this opportunity to study it.

Picking up one of the little paintings, it had a raw yellow bird on it. Li Qingshan remembered the use of the Book of Swords and tried to inject his true qi into it.

It seemed to touch a little Xuan machine. The yellow bird suddenly moved, flashing its wings, making a crisp squeal, breaking free of the drawing paper, wrapping around Li Qingshan for a few laps, suddenly plunging into the bamboo forest and disappearing.

“Uh, flying away.” Li Qingshan stared at the blank paper in his hand, and suddenly his figure disappeared. A breathing kung fu returned to his original position. He held a struggling yellow bird in his hand and thought about how to shove it back into the painting.

Han Jongzhi was also attracted to this strange scene, and took the opportunity to relieve this messy embarrassment and pick up a painting.

Alcohol is similar, but the more Han Qiongzhi drinks, the more spiritual he is, he didn't give Li Qingshan any chance to take advantage of it, which is a slight pity.

The painting is almost researched. At least you know how to put the painting back in place. You can consider returning it to Danqing. Li Qingshan suddenly raised his head and revealed a strange smile: “Running away! ”

She woke up violently from her sleep and remembered her performance when she was drunk. She felt like she was scratching her heart and wanted to hit the wall with her head.

Instead of drinking much, he drank for the first time in his life. He used to live in the streets and drool only at the wine, and his master never drank in the mountains.

I only hated that I was hooked up with childhood memories, and some of the ideas to make it up to me left such a big face behind. I hate it when I've only been in the mountains for 10 years, I forget that people are sick and things are hard.

Listening to the voices of Li Qingshan and Han Qiongzhi in front of the court, they stepped out of the window, vacated and fled Yunfeng Island.

I don't want those paintings, but I'm glad I'm still awake. All of them are irrelevant habits. It doesn't matter if you give them to that damn Li Qingshan. Otherwise, it's really late for regret.

These paintings are mine, aren't they? Li Qingshan put away that pile of paintings. He already had a plan in his heart and knew what to write.

The most naive person in the world, no more than a child, an adult can read a novel, or become obsessed with it for a moment, knowing that it is nothing but an illusion, but a child will believe in the truth and believe in the existence of these incredible things.

The novelist's ancestor, the demon he saw, was a child.

Of course, Li Qingshan can't harm children, but he knows that in many novel categories, there is a kind of fairy tale, every little believer, whose pure heart can provide the ability to withstand only ten adults.

Fairy tales are shorter, harder to spread, and easier than most novels.

But fairy tales are also as vast as the sea, leaving Li Qingshan no choice. Western fairy tales are only afraid of water and earth. Which Eastern fairy tale should be told? Fart King? Simple and fun, easy to spread, powerful and practical, a bump will collapse or something...

But to summon such a person out in front of the public, he raised his bare ass... Li Qingshan felt hot even though his face was not thin.

Until I met Danqing and saw his little paintings, I couldn't help but think of a very famous figure, like Sheriff Black Cat, Golden Gourd, and listed as the three main idols of childhood, who happens to have the same ability as the painter.

And these paintings, they will prove his existence.

PS: I want a monthly ticket! Ah, three Daoists, let's vote three monthly tickets! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)