"Miracle, this is a real miracle. I hope Jiang Yi's ability is true. This is the world of the first god of Huaxia!"

"Absolutely, it's so bad. What is the immortal picture quality? I took a magnifying glass to see that it couldn't destroy its picture quality. This was simply the gospel of the art world. Which stone Jiang Yi jumped out of it!

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"Fortunately, he is not a painter, otherwise the art world will not know what kind of big character!"

Many painters are ecstatic, and they are obviously just a mobile phone or computer in front of them.

At this time, some people simply saw art, and some people began to covet Jiangyi's ability!

If you have it yourself, wouldn't he be able to go to the world of major famous paintings and use your own ability to draw a real miracle?

Even if there is only one tenth of the famous painting, it is enough to become an outstanding famous painter!

There is no daily type:

"If I can occupy his ability as myself, wouldn't it be the picture of the Qingming Shanghe picture, and I can also draw the Top Ten famous paintings such as the Hangong Chun Xiaotu?"

"Well, why did Jiang Yi run to brown rice? If you are there, I may have a chance to use it!"

Slightly decent:

"Son -in -law, such people must be a son -in -law for me!"

"In this way, I can let him dedicate himself to art, and stay in the river map of Qingming every day for me to draw !!!"

A well -known painter hurriedly called his daughter who was studying art to the side and pointed at Jiang Yi in the computer:

"Daughter, do you want Jiang Yi and don't want it? If you want, Dad will send you tomorrow!"

"Director Shen still has some friendship with me, I can come to others!"

His daughter gave him a glance: "Jiang Yi is now brown rice, can you come back, maybe it is not necessarily!"

The painter patted his head: "Oh, I forgot!"

"I will unite some big academies and colleagues, and find brown rice people to protest!"

"Jiang Yi is now the Borders of our Chinese art world!"

"Dad, can brown rice people care about the voice of the art world?"

"hehe……"

The painter smiled, his hands around his chest: "You don't know what influence in the top of the art world."

"Besides, how can we work hard because we have a small strength?"

"A person can't lift a bus anyway, but a group of people can easily lift it up."

"If all walks of life can make a force, I believe he can come back sooner or later, and everyone is afraid of watching."

The painter frowned, gritted his teeth, as if making some decision.

After a while, he patted the table and said resolutely: "Don't want to!"

By the way, he took out a mobile phone from the desk with a lock drawer.

There are some numbers on it, and the number is rarely used.

Nympho

"During the three years of wandering, Zhu Yuanzhang traveled all over Huaixi's famous capital Dayi."

In the space -time mirror of the river picture of Qingming, a Phnom Penh trajectory map emerges. The material in the picture is sheepskin rolls, which shows the place names and orientation of one city after another.

"He first went south from Luzhou to the fertilizer of Hefei-"

Jiang Yi fingers in Luzhou, and when the south, the virtual point was in the fertilizer, and a red light lit up, symbolizing that it had passed.

Later, he finger to the west: "After that, he entered the south of the river west, and reached Gu Shi again, Xinyang."

"Go north, he will go to Ruzhou, Chenzhou and other places again, Luyi in the east, Luzhou."

"In this process, not only did not starve to death in the era of the deserted soldiers, but also came into contact with the local customs and customs in various places.

"He can go through so many ground boundaries with a beggar?"

Xin Qiji looked up at all the red light that had already gone, and appreciated the meaning of admiration.

"Yes."

In this regard, Jiang Yi also had to admire it. It can only be said that those who can be the founding emperor in Huaxia are not simple. Of course, except for the founding emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, this one is too low.

"This is the same as the ancestors of Yanshan Two. After that, he also participated in the rebels. With his extraordinary ability to marshal, to the king of the country."

If Wu Zetian is the first echelon of the female counterattack card, then Zhu's ancestor is definitely the first echelon of the male counterattack card. A bowl creates the most solar terms.

"If I can fight half of the battle, how can this life be depressed and ended."

Xin Qiji's tone is bitter.

Jiang Yi noticed that he was talking about war, not merit.

Our ancestor, we just think about fighting a few more battles for the people.

Jiang Yi was silent, and continued to go forward, planning to find a place to end.

They seem to have gone through many scenes in the mirror of time and space. In fact, they only take one step, and they will reach the next scene.

Therefore, in Xin Qiji's courtyard, Jiang Yi and him just walked from the pavilion to the pavilion.

When they came to a big river, the ships that had been connected to the first and tails, the fibrous husbands were struggling to pull, and from time to time, the first trembling tympanic membrane sipped.

The boatmen waved their hands and shaken rhythmically.

Jiang Yi and his ancestors appeared on a large -scale wooden arch bridge. It looked delicate structure and beautiful form.

Look, on the cement in the middle of the bridge, there is also the word "Hongqiao".

This is the famous Hongqiao Wharf area.

Jiang Yi thought about it, looking at the stalls that sold knives and scissors, the food stalls and various grocery stalls one by one, and past merchants and crew members continued to ship, buying.

The water waves kept hitting the pier, and from time to time, the ground was soaked, and a few fish jumped out of the basket were rolled back to the river.

I'm declared my victory.

"The people are the source of all civilizations."

The scorching sun is empty, and in the city of Jingjing, every people are running on their respective roads.

"So, even though the era is bitter and unbearable, later generations will never be angry with the people."

"We never think it is just a descendant of Qin Huanghan, not the descendants of the people."

"Maybe, they just worked hard for their own survival, but every drop of blood and sweat and descendants sprinkled in Huaxia land, food is the experience and cornerstone of Chinese civilization."

"Selling the country for glory, adding chaos to Huaxia is sin, but the name is unknown, and the life of his own life has never been wrong. It has always been a contribution."

Jiang Yi's voice rang slowly. After a moment of silence, he stood on this Hongqiao of Jingjing, solemnly:

"Five thousand years of Huaxia, it is not only the recorded as a civilization."

"People, that is, civilization."
Chapter completed!