Next to Qinghu Bridge, in the courtyard of Liumen Hall.

Zhang Jixian sent Chen Liu and Xi Cun away and returned to the wing room that Chen Liu had placed for him alone.

He took a brief wash and returned to the inner room.

The room is decorated quite simply, the furniture is clean and neat, and there are three or two Taoist mottos hanging on the wall, a whisk, and the bright candlelight shines like a little star, shining brightly.

The only thing that looks like in the simple room is a small green landscape painting screen next to the pane—

The painting screen has high mountains and ridges, clear sky and clear water, colorful forests, beautiful scenery, and a rustling autumn scenery is vividly displayed in front of you, fascinating, gorgeous but not vulgar.

Zhang Jixian drank a cup of tea and breathed a long sigh. His eyes suddenly fell on the screen with a very old pen.

In the hazy state, his eyes swayed slightly, as if a different kind of emotion flashed by.

He couldn't help but walk to the front of the screen, staring at the three words signed in the small regular script with a flower-haired hairpin in the lower left corner: Zhao Chonghuan!

"Gian Yong Autumn Scenery Picture" - This was drawn by Zhao Chonghuan and the year of the Haiyan.

Back then, when the third brother Liu He went down the mountain to preach and returned to the mountain, she brought her a copy of Wang Mengxi's "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" drawn by the green method, and she suddenly showed great interest in the green method of painting.

As long as she didn't practice the exercises, she would sharpen Mr. Wu You's instructions on the brush and ink techniques, and then study Wang Mengxi's paintings day and night.

Because the green-green pigments are extremely expensive, she also personally searched for mineral materials to grind green-green pigments for painting.

She is just as excited as she studies other knowledge, but she will never let go of anything she wants to study.

After two years of hard work, she finally made such a picture of "Gean Yong Autumn Scenery" in the year of the hairpin.

A hundred years ago, Wang Mengxi made a masterpiece of the ages "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" at the age of 18. Now, Zhao Chonghuan has even painted such a dazzling painting based on his weak age of fifteen. It is amazing!

Unfortunately, Wang Mengxi's life is not eternal, and he left when he was only twenty years old.

When Zhang Jixian saw such an excellent painting, he felt an ominous premonition in his heart. Can God let her go with a girl as amazing as Zhao Chonghuan?

Doesn’t her bumpy and unfamiliar life experience clearly show God’s thoughts?

Later, Chen Liu made this painting into a screen.

I said I would sell it in Lin'an Prefecture to see if there are any admirers. But now it seems that he is not willing to sell this work, or he also vaguely feels that if this painting appears on the market, it will probably cause a stir!

Zhang Jixian's eyes were slightly deeper, staring at the brush and ink on the painting screen without a moment, and his right hand couldn't help but slowly rub the blue lines, inch by inch, as if brushing past the more than ten years of time with Zhao Chonghuan on Yanyong Mountain.

When he first saw her, he was eighteen years old, and she was only five or six years old.

Because she couldn't tell her age, Mr. Wu You set her birthday at the age of five.

When he first met, Zhang Jixian discovered that this little girl was as beautiful as the most beautiful and delicate flower stamen under the spring color, and he thought she would be a very charming and indulgent person.

However, after years and years of cruel hardship, he finally realized that this girl was even more capable of withstanding the invasion of wind and rain than the hardest rocks on Yanyong Mountain, more unrestrained than the most dangerous cliff, and more beautiful than the most beautiful spring flowers and autumn moons.

He didn't understand when he began to see her, but by the time he noticed it, she was already in his eyes, lingering and even hiding into a more secret place-----

He leaned over slightly, his hand landed on her name, and murmured almost inaudible:
Chapter completed!