Peng Dajiang could imagine what kind of scene it was just based on imagination.

He slammed his high-high: "Oh, yes! You can get two fire dragons! The people below can wear thicker. Our iron flowers attracted attention. With the fire dragon blocking them, others would not notice the people below. Why didn't we think about it?"

Lu Zi'an put down his pen and smiled slightly: "The same sentence is still the case, the authorities are so confused. You see, I just proposed the idea and you have already extended to the specific measures that will come later."

"Hey, hey, it makes sense..." Peng Dajiang rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly.

In the end, they left behind a bunch of local specialties and gifts that looked not cheap. They were all very honest and honest. Lu Zian opened the snakeskin bag and the sweet potatoes inside were almost overflowing. I don’t know how they stuffed them in.

When Lu’s father and mother heard the movement, they ran up and widened their eyes when they saw the sweet potato.

"Huangxin sweet potatoes, this sweet potato is delicious, whether it is roasted or cooked, it is very good!" Lu Ma praised: "Look at this head, oh, the skin is so neat, it's so rare."

You can imagine how Peng Dajiang and the others picked out such a large bag of similar size and sent it over.

Lu Zian played with a sweet potato for a while, and felt a flash of inspiration in his mind, but when he carefully identified it, it disappeared.

What is that?

He frowned and recalled carefully the thoughts that flashed through his mind just now, but he finally found nothing.

"I'll go to bed first." He put down the sweet potato and returned to the room thoughtfully.

The fine grass is like a felt, and the pillow is empty.

He lay on the bed, imagining himself lying in the mountains and forests at this time, using the sky as the quilt and the ground as the bed.

I slept with the mountain elk and the wild deer, but the remaining clouds have not dissipated, and the dusk has sunk.

The mountain elk and wild deer, who breathe gently, hide among the grass, only slightly exposed a pair of deer antlers. They look furry and make people feel calm. I really want to reach out and touch and feel it.

He just lay quietly like this, and finally fell asleep slowly.

How can the mist be described like smoke so that they can be condensed on a small core and be clearly visible?

After the door was closed gently, Shen Mange whispered: "He is asleep."

Everyone expressed relief, and Lu Ma even patted her chest and said, "It's so scary."

Suddenly, she didn't sleep all day and night. She was really afraid that her son would follow in his grandfather's footsteps.

Thinking of this, she suddenly shook her head: "Bao, there are no taboos for old people."

Dad Lu looked at her for no reason: "What are you doing?"

"What do you do?" Lu's mother suddenly disliked him and glared at him: "Take all these! Eat sweet potatoes at noon!"

Shen Mange returned to the room and sat down at the table. Qu Duoduo also walked in: "Manman, you are still playing games, why don't you sleep for a while."

"Well, just go to bed after playing for a game." Shen Mange said and started the live broadcast and entered the game.

"By the way, Manman, let me ask you." Qu Duoduo couldn't help but carry a chair and sat next to her: "If a man and a woman have a good relationship and fight each other every day, but sometimes, it's quite a match, what's this?"

Shen Mange glanced at her: "I consulted you last time, but this time you came to consult me?"

"Uh, this isn't that, I'm so crazy about the authorities!" Qu Duoduo felt a little embarrassed.

Chen Mange opened the barrage while licking his bag: "Look, someone has answered you."

Live broadcast has this benefit. Generally speaking, gods and great people are with each other, but any question can always be answered, but as for whether there is any reason, it will be said otherwise.

[Above AVIDIA, the lover is not full, it is commonly known as: ambiguity!]

[If it's a woman, she's just hanging out a child, and the man is going to cast a wide net?]

[You are all too realistic. I think we should believe in real friendship... This kind of friendship should be called Guan Bao!]

[Car God, I finally found you! At 5:30 tomorrow morning, I will wait for you on Akime Mountain!]

Qu Duoduo's face turned blue and he silently stepped back: "Forget it, I'll go back first."

When Lu Zian woke up, it was night again.

Everyone else at home was gone, Chen Mange left him some food. After he finished his meal, he entered the study room again.

Looking at this semi-finished nuclear carving, Lu Zi'an felt no longer as worried as before.

The dream of last night was still vivid in his mind. He took a deep breath, picked up the chisel and began to carve the details.

The most beautiful carving should be a high degree of integration of realistic and freehand painting!

It takes a knife to make a wood, and it is free to form. In a grass, pairs of deer antlers appear and appear.

When carving the mountains, he was strong and powerful in his sword, hiding ancient and thick in the edge of the blade, and his rules were strict. The seemingly unintentional lines seemed to contain thousands of peaks and mountains!

On the thin wall, Lu Zian did not knock off the half arc that seemed thin but was actually tough. He picked up the chisel that was as thin as a needle, took a deep breath, and began to write steadily and slowly on it.

"Xingxiangzi's Title Luofu" Ge Changgeng

Moss is full of money, and buy out the wind and smoke.

Smile about peach blossoms falling on the clear rivers, high places of stone buildings, crying apes every night.

Watch the second update of the cloud, the third update of the moon, the fourth update of the sky,

The fine grass is like a felt, and the pillow is empty.

I slept with the mountain elk and the wild deer, but the remaining clouds have not dissipated, and the dusk has sunk.

He was a native of the Jin Dynasty, a cave in the Tang Dynasty, and an immortal in the Han Dynasty.

Lu Zi'an used the form of a chisel to carve this poem on this thin wall, and every stroke contained thrilling danger.

Beauty and art are essentially a form of life that conforms to the law and is also a free and free form of movement.

Du Fu has a poem inscribed with paintings: "The vital energy is still wet when it is dripping."

And the vitality is also the highest level pursued by calligraphers.

This calligraphy by Lu Zi'an is not obvious at first sight, but when you look closely, you will realize its exquisiteness.

He used the lively and flowing behavior of embodying the great transformation of the universe, and used casual cursive script to imitate the chaos of the world and the blurred and hazy roots of the world, focusing on the flowing rhythm of the void and the realm of misty gasification.

In short, it is to describe the beauty of calligraphy using natural objects, which itself is an extremely rare spiritual enjoyment.

The most rare thing is that the appearance of this character will not appear abrupt at all.

It is not only the essence of the entire work, but also a perfect summary of the entire picture. Especially after this cursive script is carved, the entire thin wall will be uninterrupted and appearing faintly, adding a sense of fairyland.

Looking carefully, this thin wall is located on the cliff. Who can write a book for the scenery in front of you in such a desperate situation?

Is it the ink treasure left by the Taoist in the cave when he ascended to the sky?

Or is it the guidance left by the ascension immortals for future generations?

All this is unknown, and the viewer can only use his own thoughts to guess and consider. Everyone has different ideas, but it seems that every idea is reasonable.
Chapter completed!