Legend of the Great Saint Chapter 68: Chu Danqing
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There should be no defense against formation here!
Chu Danqing thought about it, stepped on the cobbled path, covered with a thick layer of snow, and covered with First Level bamboo leaves, and no one cleaned it.
The bamboo forest is mainly cyan, but it is also mixed with yellow and stretches high into the sky. In his eyes, it naturally changes into cyan, tender green, emerald green, goose yellow, garcinia, faint yellow, etc., which are very different colors. From stereo to flat, it becomes a delicate work brush stroke.
He shook his head violently, throwing these thoughts out of his mind. After 10 years of art in the deep mountain middle school, he was going crazy in learning painting, alas, the world outside is good!
The Medical School Senior Sister diagonally opposite was just beautiful. Although the master often says that Yan Ruyu has his own paintings, he also has the power to let Yan Ruyu come out of the paintings, but that is a living beauty, which is different from the painting, which is also the biggest difference between him and the master. The master said this It's distracting, but he still wants to keep it.
"Is it you?" Li Qingshan looked at the Chu Danqing that Zuo Guyou Pan came over.
"It's me, I'm here to see my painter's future territory!" Chu Danqing raised his chest. Chu Shidao asked him to listen to Li Qingshan's truth and reality, knowing himself and knowing each other, but he hadn't figured out how to do it.
"Drinking alcohol?" Li Qingshan didn't seriously lie down in front of the desk to do his writing business, but instead sat leisurely under the cloister, holding a jade cup and surrounded by a wine jar.
Although the direction of writing was determined, when it was time to write, I still felt distressed. I turned around in the room a few times and suddenly remembered the Baitan fine wine Sun Fubai gave him. He had n’t drunk it yet!
I want to emulate the story of "Li Baidou Wine Poems". He took it out, but drank a few glasses alone. Although they were all fine wines, they felt less flavored.
Li Taibai still wants to "raise a glass and invite Mingyue to become a trio of shadows". This widow is really not easy to drink, thinking about it. Xiao An is preparing for the Fa conference, Millipede is hibernating, Hua Chengzan is retreating. Han Tieyi takes care of and is busy with Military School things and can't get out.
I am suffering from no alcoholics and suddenly see Chu Danqing. Open your mouth.
Chu Danqing was stunned for a moment, and I couldn't say what I had prepared in my stomach. He hasn't drunk too much. The painter is not a poet. He can't be drunk all day long. He can only have a clear mind and be able to write.
Smells the wine and swallows.
A clear stream flows into the two jade cups from the wine jar.
Chu Danqing, whose real name is Dog Egg, is 21 years old. Because it has a beautiful baby face, it looks very young.
When he was begging on the street in his childhood, he was unearthed in his hometown by Chu Shidao. He lived in a peculiar blood line and called it "Emerald Blood Painting". It is named Dan Qing, with the surname of the teacher. At the age of eleven, he was taken to the mountain middle school painting by Chu Shidao until one month ago. This time was to listen to the reality of Li Qingshan.
More than a dozen bottles of wine, Chu Danqing did everything without waiting for Li Qingshan to say anything. Hook Li Qingshan's neck, and say something out of heart.
"I want a woman!" Chu Danqing yelled, listening to the sound reverberating in the bamboo forest, and then laughed.
Lee Qingshan shook his head and sighed, good boy, what kind of hold it!
"You are drunk."
"I am not drunk! Drink, let's continue to drink!"
"Can't drink anymore."
"Why do n’t you drink? I ... I have money!" Chu Danqing touched a long time/half of the day in the treasure trove, and really didn't find any money. A brain came up with a bunch of paintings: "I use the paintings to pay off! "
Then Li Qingshan also got a bunch of ready-made samples to understand the painter's ability.
"You guys!" exclaimed, Han Qiongzhi came to Zhuxuan.
Hua Chengzan is not here, she is the second seat of Legalist School, she is busy, but when she hears who Lee Qingshan wants to bet, she still takes time to come over and see, but she sees that a young boy is almost leaning into Lee Qingshan and still holding wine cup to feed Lee Qingshan The wine was suddenly struck by lightning. It turned out that he had such a preference. No wonder he was so plain to himself.
I remembered that before Hua Chengzan closed her door, she told her that she wouldn't work hard anymore, just because someone might break up with me. Did Xiaohua also suffer from his poisonous hand, this Li Qingshan is not a good thing, Xiaohua just closed, he would have a new relationship, alas, what am I thinking!
"Don't get me wrong, he likes women!" Li Qingshan saw at a glance what Han Qiongzhi was thinking and quickly said. But he never imagined that Han Qiongzhi had thought of such a complex moment.
The speech is down, Chu Danqing has also seen three Han Qiongzhi, and wine cup in his hand is raised: "Ah, three beauties, come drink!"
"I say it!" Li Qingshan shrugged his shoulders.
"Where is the drunk, ah, Qi Refining Tenth Level?"
Han Qiongzhi heard the explanation of Li Qingshan, and realized that this is the future opponent of Li Qingshan. I really do n’t know if I should be happy for him. I came to listen to the news. A few pots of wine talked freely and gave Li Qingshan a bunch of paintings. .
Think Li the Eldest officials and opponents, their opponents are not genius such as Chu Tian, or seven hundred warriors such as Military School, even if they are enemies of the Black Lotus Altar Lord series, they have faced each other without any harm, but now they have to face this An opponent is really hard to say ...
"Do n’t underestimate him, the paintings he painted can beat the ordinary Tenth Level Qi Refining Warrior." Although people have the habit of talking big after drinking, Li Qingshan believes that this is not a drink, and the four words "Emerald Blood Painting" must be Not just talking.
Ten years from a small beggar to Tenth Level Qi Refining Warrior, its genius degree is better than that of Chu Tian, which is Heaven Reincarnate. The painter can put Heart's Blood Spiritual Power into the painting, and he can be summoned once he needs it, which is similar to Novel School.
But there is no need to gather Wish Power, as long as there is enough time, an army can be formed. This world is so big, it is really capable people, and no one can be underestimated.
Han Qiongzhi has carefully examined Chu Danqing. I really ca n’t see the drunk, there is a bit of genius weather, even if the guy Chu Tian is still a bit crazy!
Li Qingshan lifted Chu Danqing, found an idle bedroom, and dropped it on the bed, Chu Danqing immediately began to sleep.
Li Qingshan said, "I haven't had much fun yet."
Han Qiongzhi sat cross-legged and sat across from Lee Qingshan. After taking the new wine cup handed over by Li Qingshan, he swallowed it and smacked his mouth: "Apricot Stuffed in Shilipu."
"Have you been there?" Li Qingshan was about to add wine to her. She had already taken the wine jar by herself.
"Cut, in Cloud and Rain (Intercourse) Building, what wine has n’t been drunk."
This group of young sons and sisters, are mixed in the prosperous place of Clear River House. The luxury place of Cloud and Rain (Intercourse) Building can be regarded as a mouth-to-mouth desire and a great audio-visual entertainment.
Li Qingshan glanced at her: "Actually, I like women too."
Han Qiongzhi just drank half of the wine. Suddenly unable to drink, what are the odd men and women, men and women defense, etc., these rare thoughts in his mind appeared in his life. Suddenly came out suddenly, his face was stained with three points of drunk red, pretended to be angrily said: "Drink and drink, what do you say these nonsense?"
Inexplicably want to listen to him to continue to see what nonsense he can say, she has a large number of adults, do not need to blame him too much.
Li Qingshan thinks that Han Qiongzhi is right, drink and drink, and talk about what you do, do you have to learn Chu Danqing? Shouting I want a woman?
Looking at the pile of paintings, although Chu Danqing wakes up, he still has to give it back to him, so I might take this opportunity to study and study.
Pick up one of the small paintings with a lifelike yellowbird on it. Li Qingshan remembered the usage of "Cursive Sword Script" and tried to inject True Qi into it.
As if touching a mystery, the Oriole suddenly moved, fluttering its wings, making a clear cry, and struggling to get rid of the restraint on the paper. Encircling Li Qingshan a few times, suddenly plunged into the bamboo forest and disappeared.
"Er, flew away." Li Qingshan looked at the blank paper in his hand, froze for a moment, his figure suddenly disappeared, a breathing kung fu, and returned to his original position, holding a working yellow bird in his hand Bird, think about how to cram it into the painting again.
Han Qiongzhi was also attracted by this strange sight, and also took the opportunity to relieve this mess of embarrassing thoughts and picked up a picture.
Drinking alcohol is almost the same, but Han Qiongzhi is getting more and more spirited, and does not give Li Qingshan any chance to take advantage. It is a pity.
The paintings are also studied in the same way. At least I know how to put the paintings back in place. I can consider returning them to Chu Danqing. Li Qingshan suddenly raised his head and showed a strange smile: "Run away!"
Chu Danqing suddenly awakened from his sleep, remembering his behavior when he was drunk, like scratching his heart, hoping to hit his head against the wall,
He did n’t drink much, but he drank for the first time in his life. He used to drool on the street in the past, and he could only drool at the wine shop. In the mountains, his master never drank.
I only hate being reminded of my childhood memories, but I have lost such a big face in the idea of making up. I hate myself for staying in the mountains for only ten years, forgetting the sinister heart and the difficult world.
Listen to the sounds of Li Qingshan and Han Qiongzhi in front of the court, directly out of the window, rise into the sky, and escape from Yunxu Island.
Those paintings are no longer necessary. Fortunately, there is still a little sobriety, and all of them come out with some irrelevant assignments. It does n’t matter to the nasty Li Qingshan, otherwise it is really a night of regret.
These paintings are mine! Li Qingshan put away the pile of paintings and already had a plan in his heart, knowing what he should write.
The most innocent person in the world is a child. Adults read novels, or may be addicted for a while, and eventually know that it is just an illusion, but the child will believe it to be true and believe in the existence of these incredible things.
The original ancestor of Novel School and the demon he saw were specifically for harming children.
Li Qingshan certainly ca n’t harm children, but he knows that in many novel categories, there is a kind of fairy tale, and every little believer, the pure soul can provide Wish Power, just afraid of being worth ten Adults.
The fairy tale short but plucky is easier to spread than the big novels.
But fairy tales are also as vast as the sea, so Li Qingshan has no choice. Western fairy tales are afraid of being unacceptable. Which one should they talk about? Farting King? Simple and interesting, easy to spread, and powerful and practical, a fart will fly into a landslide or something ...
But I thought that under the eyes of everyone, I would call out such a figure and pluck my bare **** ... Lee Qingshan felt hot even though his face was not thin.
Until I met Chu Danqing and saw these small paintings, I couldn't help but think of a very famous character, and the black cat sergeant, Vajra bottle gourd baby, tied as the three childhood idols, whose abilities happened to be the same as the painter.
And these paintings will prove his existence.
ps: I want a monthly ticket! Ah, three Fellow Daoists, come and vote for three monthly tickets!