Looking at the fat old man in front of him, Yan Shisan was stunned for a moment.

The old man's face was rosy, his hair was just mixed with black and white, and he was holding a carp in his hand. He obviously had just caught it.

However, this person breathed heavily and his steps were heavy. He was probably the villagers around him.

Thinking of this, Yan Shisan curled his lips and said helplessly.

"What am I thinking? How many masters in the world are there!"

After sighing, Yan Shisan said, "Old man, what we want to draw is landscape paintings, and you may not be able to draw them."

"What, you want to draw portraits of characters, I'm good at this!"

Yan Shisan: "..."

Judging from your appearance, your body is quite strong, so why are there problems with your ears?

Faced with this situation, Yan Shisan looked at Xie Xiaofeng speechlessly.

Seeing this, Xie Xiaofeng said: "If he wants to draw, let him draw it. There is a wall in the corner of the inn that was stained by the guest."

"I'm trying to find a way to rebuild it recently, so let him draw it on it."

"Can you do this work?"

"Every expenditure of the inn is to be reconciled."

Upon hearing this, Xie Xiaofeng rolled his eyes and said, "Mr. Ye has always been tolerant of ordinary people, let alone an old man."

"Besides, how much money does it cost to draw a painting? Wouldn't you pay for it yourself?"

“That’s right.”

Shrugging, Yan Shisan jumped off the stone and shouted: "Old man, we plan to ask you to draw, come with me!"

"What, you want to treat me to the braised pork intestine?"

Yan Shisan: "..."

I suddenly didn't know what to say.

......

The corner of Ping An Inn.

Yan Shisan brought the fat old man to a corner and said weakly.

"Old man, just draw here, I'll get you braised pork intestine."

"No problem, I'll get some pig elbows or something, it would be even better if I had a pot of fine wine."

Seeing that the fat old man's hearing suddenly returned to normal, Yan Shisan's mouth kept twitching.

In desperation, Yan Shisan had to get him a braised pork intestine.

But just as Yan Shisan was about to walk to the kitchen, a young scholar shouted: "Sir Yan, what is that old man doing?"

Seeing the person clearly, he looked at the fat old man behind him again, and Yan Shisan smacked his lips.

"It's probably a nearby villager. He heard that we were going to draw a screen, so he was coming."

"In desperation, I had to find a wall and let him draw it."

Hearing this, the scholar glanced at the fat old man and smiled, "So that's the case. Hero Yan is really kind-hearted!"

Facing the scholar's words, Yan Shisan said: "Stop talking about these things that are not available. You can leave Ping'an Inn in a few days."

"The bookstore records are usually done by old men."

"What's wrong with you at a young age? You have to do this."

Regarding Yan Shisan's words, the young scholar smiled and said, "This life is very good!"

"Pingan Inn is kind to people, and the surrounding tourists are restrained. There is no better place in the world than this."

"You really don't understand. Ping An Inn is indeed a good place for the people of Jianghu."

“But for ordinary people, this is not a good place.”

"There are often masters here, and the aftermath of the battle can kill you countless times."

"Now, the Changsheng Tea Party is about to be held here. If you like it again, you will come back in a while."

"By the way, I don't know that you have made much money by copying books, so the task of drawing screens will be handed over to you."

Hearing Yan Shisan's words, the young scholar bowed and smiled, "Then thank you, Hero Yan."

After saying that, Yan Shisan turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

For ordinary people like scholars and fat old men, Ping An Inn comes a group every now and then.

So Yan Shisan didn't take them seriously at all.

......

Half an hour later, Yan Shisan came over with two hot dishes and a pot of aged wine.

Although the fat old man had bad ears and was a little greedy, this would not prevent Yan Shisan from drinking with him!

Drinking is a casual and free manner. If you are bound by things like identity, fame and fortune, the wine in that glass will taste no more.

"Old man, the pig elbows and braised pig intestine you want are here."

"It's a coincidence that I just finished drawing."

Hearing Yan Shisan's words, the fat old man put down the brush in his hand and trotted towards Yan Shisan with a smile.

The wine pot in his hand was taken away, and Yan Shisan smiled and said, "Can you leave some?"

"This is my own wine. Although it is not as good as Sansheng Wine, it is also a rare wine."

"Okay, I'll give you a cup."

Facing Yan Shisan's words, the fat old man reluctantly poured Yan Shisan a cup.

Seeing this, Yan Shisan didn't care. He took the wine glass from the fat old man's hand, found a seat to sit down, and drank it all the time.

Seeing that Yan Shisan was not thinking about drinking, the fat old man felt distressed: "How can you be like this?"

"If you don't concentrate on drinking, wouldn't it be a waste of wine?"

"That's the reason, but now I want to see the exquisite swordsmanship."

"I am a swordsman, and swordsmanship is the best wine for me."

"You don't understand even if you say it, eat yours!"

Yan Shisan casually responded to the fat old man's words, and then focused on many guests.

At this time, the appearance of a figure made Yan Shisan interested.

This person is Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren of Wudang Sect!

Seeing Yan Shisan alone hiding in the corner drinking, Zhang Sanfeng also came over.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng coming over, Yan Shisan was about to say hello.

But before Yan Shisan could speak, Zhang Sanfeng said directly: "My friend Yan, you are obsessed with the face."

Zhang Sanfeng's words made Yan Shisan confused.

Although I am not very familiar with Zhang Sanfeng, I have at least known each other, so why did this guy keep me indifferent as soon as I came up?

Faced with Yan Shisan's confusion, Zhang Sanfeng ignored it and instead looked around the inn.

"It seems that you are not very smart after all. All the inn guys are obsessed with each other. Mr. Ye will probably be angry again when he sees it."

After saying that, Zhang Sanfeng walked straight to the corner of the inn, which was really the place where the fat old man painted.

Seeing this, Yan Shisan also subconsciously looked at the corner.

However, just by looking at this, Yan Shisan's soul almost scared out.

Because the one who painted the wall was his own thirteen death swords, and the fourteenth sword was also derived.

In addition to sword moves, there are also corresponding cracking methods.

At this time, a voice also came from the side.

"His wife Yan, my screen has been drawn. Do you want to come and take a look?"

"No need to show it to him. His eyes are not long."

Yan Shisan: "..."
Chapter completed!