Zhong Ling is not a fighting person, but since the other party is bullying, he naturally will not give in. When the other party makes a move, he not only has to take it, but also fight back.

Bai Qiaoer stood beside Zhong Ling, a little uneasy.

Since parting with Qicheng, she has followed Li Zhiyi to the snow mountain to help cook and take care of the blood demons who have converted.

Except for occasionally thinking about Zhong Ling who saved her, life is still normal.

What Bai Qiaoer calls "occasional" is in the morning, noon and evening. One day, she will think of Zhong Ling when she sees snow, she will think of Zhong Ling when she sees the ice river, and when she sees the occasional demon clan passing by in the sky, she will also think of Zhong Ling.

Li Zhiyi naturally knew what she was thinking, so he let her leave the snow mountain. It was not that Li Zhiyi deliberately drove her away, but that she made her own choice. After all, the ups and downs of love are not the limit of others' words, and she has to do it.

Go and try it, and then you will know.

In Bai Qiaoer's original imagination, Zhong Ling also loved her. They retired to the mountains and forests and respected each other as guests.

But when she left the snow mountain and went to Chang'an, and then met Zhong Ling, she realized that reality and her imagination were a little bit different. Zhong Ling didn't like her, and Zhong Ling didn't plan to retire to the mountains and forests, so it was even more impossible for them to respect each other.

However, these "small" deviations did not seem so important under her insistence. She still followed Zhong Ling, watching Zhong Ling deal with Yin and Yang family affairs every day, or receiving some invitations to challenge.

Then you will be frightened.

"Why don't we forget it?"

A trace of worry appeared in Bai Qiaoer's eyes, and she stood carefully behind Zhong Ling.

Zhong Ling took a deep breath, turned his head to look at Bai Qiaoer and said, "Miss Bai, don't worry. If you are afraid, I can write you a letter. You go to Youzhou, where there are seniors from our Yin-Yang family and Mo family.

Seniors, and many masters of the demon race, will take care of you. If you are lucky, you may still be able to get guidance."

When Bai Qiaoer heard this, she immediately became nervous, her head shaking like a rattle, and said hurriedly: "I'm not afraid or afraid, I'll stay by my side."

Zhong Ling frowned when he heard this and glanced at Bai Qiaoer who lowered his head. He didn't dislike Bai Qiaoer, but for so many years, he had been obsessed with cultivation and knew nothing about men and women. She wanted Bai Qiaoer to leave.

I think it’s not good for a girl to follow me, and it’s just inconvenient.

"I... I won't interfere with the young master's affairs in the future." Bai Qiaoer lowered her head and followed Zhong Ling like a kitten that made a mistake.

"It's not this, but I am a person who is destined to be unstable. If you follow me, you may be injured. Moreover, now that there are dragons and tigers in this world, no one can guarantee that no accident will happen."

Bai Qiaoer was relieved when she heard this. For her, as long as the young master didn't dislike her, that was the best thing.

"It's okay, Qiao'er is with you." Bai Qiao'er gritted her teeth and said something against her plan.

Zhong Ling didn't care. It was getting late at this time. He sighed and returned to the bamboo building, preparing to see the painting that ruined his painting tomorrow morning.

...

As for Wang Yanqing today, he was so proud that he was thriving. Since his picture replaced Zhong Ling's painting, countless people have surrounded him. Some have become disciples, some want to discuss, and some have always been Wang Yan.

Green.

There were also many restaurants and brothels, who came with a large sum of money, and some even brought a few girls to come, saying that they were just to make friends. In fact, everyone knew it well, it was just to seek paintings.

Wang Yanqing does like silver, but it is not as obsessed as he is. He likes silver, just because he is poor now; if he can enter the auction and settle his bill for eating the king's meal, how much does he have

He didn't care at all about Yinzi.

Of course, many people have long since found out that this great painter who fell from the sky likes to drink, so they brought a lot of fine wines.

Giving silver and beautiful queen Wang Yanqing can resist, but he almost couldn't control the gift of wine.

Fortunately, he was still clear-headed and he also understood why these businessmen were like this.

Do these businessmen really know how to draw? Maybe they do know a little, but if they talk about how high the appreciation level is, they are not. The things they gave at this time are all for his fame tonight, just because of him

What is destroyed is the painting of Zhong Ling, the future helmsman of the Yin-Yang family. This one is enough to attract attention. As long as they get their own painting, it will inevitably attract many people to their store.

After all, this group of people is just a businessman wearing elegant robes and stinking inside.

Thinking of this, Wang Yanqing looked at the group of businessmen who wanted to curry favor with him with a sneer on his face, and nakedly expressed the three words "looking down on him".

Wang Yanqing's actions were naturally under the control of Xie Tiannan. After thinking about it, he ordered his left and right to bring pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and then wrote a few words to them for Wang Yanqing.

Sitting at the table, listening to a group of businessmen talking, Wang Yanqing, who was drinking alone, took the note. In his opinion, the note was just a few words such as asking for a visit.

Just as I was about to throw it away, I accidentally glanced at the words on it.

"The wonderful hand painted Chang'an, without the wind and waves; the people in the old city are happy, and the long moon is accompanied by the shadow list."

Seeing this little poem, Wang Yanqing immediately straightened up and looked at the servant who was delivering the notes.

"Who sent this poem?"

Wang Yanqing, who was originally a little depressed, seemed to have met a soulmate, and a light lit up in his eyes.

"If you want to go back to the old man, you are the one with the name Tian Fang upstairs!"

When Wang Yanqing heard this, he ignored the merchant from Xuzhou and stood up and walked upstairs.

Wang Yanqing is a hot figure tonight. Even if he doesn't give him face, no one will feel at this critical moment. A group of big businessmen can only watch Wang Yanqing go upstairs, and they are usually hot-tempered.

, I couldn't say a word, so I could only leave with a discouragement.

The door of the Tianzi Room was open, and wine had been prepared long ago. As for the dishes, a few steamed buns were put on. When Wang Yanqing saw it, he was amused and laughed. He used a poem to deceive him.

People have done a lot of homework and prepared well. But he really doesn't like eating steamed buns.

Since the wine was prepared for him, Wang Yanqing didn't recognize the rawness and walked in directly. After smelling the wine, it was not considered very suitable, but it was just a little better than his wine gourd.

Looking at the empty table, Wang Yanqing smiled and asked him to come up with someone, which was interesting.

Wang Yanqing sat at the table, drinking wine. After drinking two glasses, he said loudly: "Xu Changan in the painting is a long moon accompanied by the shadow list, why do you want me to be alone? Who would you pity the wine?

Can't'?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Tiannan, wearing a gorgeous costume, appeared at the door and laughed twice.

He held a folding fan in his hand and bowed to Wang Yanqing, "I didn't expect that the painting saint in my heart is so young!"

As soon as Xie Tiannan spoke, he placed Wang Yanqing on an extremely high position.

"I'm just a little bit of a joke. I don't dare to call it the word "painting saint". It's just that when I come to Xuzhou, it's still a good deal. As soon as I come, I met someone who really understands painting."

Wang Yanqing compliments without saying a word, then looks at Xie Tiannan.

"Dare you ask about the name of the Taoist priest?" Xie Tiannan was extremely satisfied with such an opening. At least the local merchants in Xuzhou just now did not have the qualifications to see this down-and-out Taoist priest, but he was able to drink with him and talk about elegance, so he naturally won.

More than one.

"I am not a Taoist priest. I just learned some Taoist things. When I came out, I had no clothes to wear, so I came out wearing this Taoist robe. As for the cheap name, Wang Yanqing!"

"It's easy to say, Xie Hong is doing some small business, but he is born in a scholarly family and knows a little about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Unfortunately, in today's world, everyone is busy living and making money.

Xuzhou said it was a painting capital, but how many people could understand the real art, it was just a business." Although Xie Tiannan was also a businessman, he was not considered a qualified businessman in calligraphy and painting.

"Art, it must be useful only if you can survive and eat a full meal. If you can't even eat enough, then who cares about shit art? Art is not the most important thing."

Xie Tiannan praised her and thought that Wang Yanqing would become a "confidant" with him, but he didn't expect that Wang Yanqing would give him a different opinion after a change of words.

Xie Tiannan touched his neck awkwardly and asked in a low voice: "In Brother Wang's opinion, what is the most important thing?"

Wang Yanqing took a sip of wine, looked at Xie Tiannan and smiled and spit out a word.

"knife."

When Xie Tiannan heard this word, he felt a chill on his back and shivered.

"With a knife, you can protect yourself; if you have a knife, you can rob the bandits if it really doesn't work, and they will always have something to eat. If you have a knife in your hand, you will never starve to death."

Wang Yanqing said lightly, then picked up the wine glass and waved towards Xie Tiannan, as a toast him, and then drank it all in one go.

Xie Tiannan knew that Wang Yanqing was warning him, otherwise he would not have suddenly mentioned this knife.

In fact, Wang Yan's green strings are the implicit meaning of asking himself not to make a mistake. Otherwise, he would not mind using a knife, let alone using a knife to steal things from his "bandits".

Xie Tiannan narrowed his eyes and even leaned back, slightly distanced from Wang Yanqing.

"How about that brother Wang's knife?"

“It’s quick and very good.”

"How fast? Dori?" Xie Tiannan continued to ask, and the originally relaxed atmosphere immediately became serious.

As soon as Xie Tiannan finished speaking, he saw that there was a strand of hair on his hands, and a strand of hair on his temples was missing.

He didn't even see clearly how Wang Yanqing took action. But he was sure that Wang Yanqing must have used the sword just now.

"Awesome!" A fine bead of sweat appeared on Xie Tiannan's forehead. He did not expect that Wang Yanqing's move would be so fast that even the Grandmaster could not see any movement.

"I can talk to you about painting, but I don't understand anything else; but if you insist on talking to me about other things, I can only talk to you about knife."

Wang Yanqing took a sip of wine and whispered to Xie Tiannan.

"Of course I want to talk about painting with Brother Wang, but sometimes I have to talk about knife. Please forgive me, Brother Wang." Xie Tiannan said softly in a low posture.

"Oh, please tell me more." "The paintings destroyed by Brother Wang belong to Zhong Ling, the future helmsman of the Yin-Yang family. His paintings are good, but they are indeed a little worse than Brother Wang. You also know that these are the ones they are.

What big men care about most is face! If you lose face, you can only get it back.”

Wang Yanqing understood this and said indifferently: "Then what does Mr. Zhong Ling want to find?"

"Three days later, I will have a painting battle with you before the auction of Master Wu Daozi's paintings. After the paintings, I will go to observe the masterpieces of Wu Daozi's painting saint."

"That's not bad." Wang Yanqing said lightly. The news did not stir in his heart. As two painters, it is a matter of elegant to resolve disputes in this way.
To be continued...