In Wanmu Village, there is a clear blue river that runs through the village. However, with the development of Wanmu Village in recent years, the river bed has gradually widened, and now it is more like a lake than a river.
With the development, some stone pavilions were built on the lake for tourists to enjoy the sights and rest. The style of construction is simple and simple. Although it is not as good as Ouyang Xiu's Drunkard Pavilion, it does not seem out of place with the folk customs of Wanmu Village.
The catkins hanging down by the lake contrast with the reflection in the lake. Circles of ripples are rippling from time to time in the lake. Looking through the water, it turns out that there are several fish playing with each other among the lotus leaves. There is a flying rainbow across the lake. The couple is passionately in love.
Young men and women held umbrellas and walked slowly on the bridge in the drizzle, which was warm and romantic.
As spring passes and summer comes, Bai Xiangbing and Dongfang Yaomeng come to Wanmu Study Hall for a year. The examination in Wanmu Study Hall is divided into two parts, strength and literature. Regarding strength, Dongfang Yaomeng and Bai Xiangbing are equally good, with full marks.
Passed, and in terms of literature and art, with Dongfang Yaomeng's little head who doesn't even know a few big characters, writing couplets, poems, calligraphy, etc., it's really hard for her,
For her, she would rather go on a hunger strike than it would be so painful!
Finally, Bai Xiangbing decided to let Dongfang Yaomeng play the piano.
"Well, where's the dead shemale?" Dongfang Yaomeng looked around lazily. The pavilion was quite large. Even if everyone from Wanmu Study Hall gathered in the pavilion, it didn't seem crowded. On the stone chair, a woman in a green skirt sat elegantly.
,quiet
Quietly sipping the tea, I glanced at Dongfang Yaomeng who was looking around. That beautiful face burst out with a moving smile. Such a charming charm made some people who peeked over secretly swallow their saliva.
Mo Qianluo walked to Dongfang Yaomeng, sat down with Dongfang Yaomeng and said, "What's wrong?"
Dongfang Yaomeng cursed angrily: "Why did he become the examiner? He came here before he had eaten anything." After saying that, his stomach made a few cooperative noises, and Mo Qianluo emerged from the magic stone.
He took out a comb and hung Dongfang Yaomeng's two hairs down to her buttocks.
The orange-yellow ponytail was untied, and a wooden comb appeared in her hand as she turned her slender hands. The cuffs slid down, revealing her slender and smooth hands. She helped Dongfang Yaomeng comb her satin-like orange-yellow hair and comforted her: "
Just wait, he's on time."
He took out a stick of boiled corn and handed it to Dongfang Yaomeng: "Eat something first."
After a year, the relationship between Mo Qianluo and Dongfang Yaomeng, who were originally estranged, has become better and better. Women in ancient times are so sensible. As long as they know that their sweetheart likes them, even if he opens a harem, they will turn a blind eye.
Close one eye, don't look up and see down, there is no need to make the relationship discordant.
The morning of the assessment has arrived, but Bai Xiangbing has not yet arrived. Dongfang Yaomeng is walking around anxiously. Even Mo Qianluo, who has a cold personality, can't help but frown. In desperation, he has no choice but to announce that the assessment has begun. Suddenly
, the temperature drops extremely, just like going from summer in the south to winter in the north, the branches are covered with white frost, and the cold is approaching.
A white figure jumped onto the lake, holding an oil-paper umbrella. The paper umbrella crossed the lake. The lake immediately began to freeze. In the blink of an eye, ice covered the entire lake. The white airflow on the soles of the white figure turned into a thin blade.
, kicked his feet back, slid silently in front of the two girls and asked: "Isn't it too late?"
What followed was Dongfang Yaomeng's words: "Excuse me." Bai Xiangbing didn't care, and stretched out his hand to pull Dongfang Yaomeng's ponytail, "Oh~ it hurts~ don't pull it!" Looking at Dongfang Yaomeng's resentful eyes
, smiled and said: "Come on."
Such a delicate appearance made the people around her salivate again. Only Mo Qianluo and Bai Xiangbing dared to pull her hair. Dongfang Yaomeng and Mo Qianluo each have their own differences in temperament and appearance. For everyone, they can get one over the other.
It is the virtues accumulated by the ancestors, but Bai Xiangbing enjoys the blessings of others. As a man, he will have no regrets if he reaches this state.
In order to allow Dongfang Yaomeng to pass the examination smoothly, Bai Xiangbing suffered a lot. Every night, he used the power of space to isolate the sound.
There was a joint complaint on the first night.
At that time, Bai Xiangbing secretly rejoiced many times. Fortunately, this girl was not worried, otherwise she would have deafened everyone.
Speaking of the power of space, it can be said to be a big question in Bai Xiangbing's mind. Using the power of space, you can distort space, use barriers to become invisible, etc. This is completely inconsistent with the records in ancient books and documents, and I don't know if it is from the predecessors.
If there is an error in the record, it is due to myself or something else.
Bai Xiangbing rubbed his forehead, walked to the painting assessment area, sat on a stone chair, turned his palm, and a folding fan appeared in his hand. He flicked his wrist, and unfolded the folding fan. The fan had a picture of flowers and birds, and the back of the fan was based on the memory of his previous life.
There is a poem "Die Lian Hua" written by Yan Jidao. I shake my folding fan lightly, raise my glass and have a drink. I can hear the sound of piano and harp not far away. It is raining outside the pavilion. It is really a beautiful scene.
The literary and art assessment in Wanmu Study Room is to choose one of four music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Half a month ago, Bai Xiangbing helped Dongfang Yaomeng tutor music every night. For half a month, he focused on one piece of music every night. As long as he performed normally
, enough to pass.
"Oh, I've been stable for a while, but now I'm getting nervous again..." Bai Xiangbing sighed. He originally planned to use a year to weaken Dongfang Yaomeng after being backlashed by the bloodthirsty bloody energy, and let her learn something by the way.
Seeing Mo Qianluo, it may be that Dongfang Yaomeng is simple in nature and got rid of the influence in just two or three days.
After a year, Dongfang Yaomeng is still the same, carefree, as if it has nothing to do with the word reserve. This year, the cultivation of Bai Xiangbing and Dongfang Yaomeng has basically stopped, but Dongfang Yaomeng's cultivation has improved again.
Before reaching Bai Xiangbing, he reached the third level and the fourth level, while Mo Qianluo reached the second level and the ninth level with the help of the two people, and could break through to the third level at any time.
Taking a painting, Bai Xiangbing selected the qualified paintings, and some unqualified works were returned. At this time, a picture of Pisces playing with lotus attracted him. The picture resembled the Western painting style on earth, whether it was fish or lotus.
, all painted lifelike
, not asking for artistic conception, compared with other works, it is very outstanding, but if you look closely, you will find that one fish has no fish, one has no eyes, and even the lotus is missing a petal.
The author is a weak woman born in a painting studio.
"What's your name?" Bai Xiangbing asked.
"Li Yanan." A very nice name.
"Why is your painting not finished?" Bai Xiangbing asked, "What's the purpose?"
In his previous life, Bai Xiangbing had seen the works of many independent painters, so he was familiar with this kind of paintings.
Mo Qianluo came over with Dongfang Yaomeng and said, "This is because of her innate skills. Even if she can finish the painting, she won't do it."
"What if the painting is finished?" Dongfang Yaomeng asked.
Li Yanan picked up the pen, rolled up her sleeves, dipped it in ink, and stroked one stroke at a time, like flowing water. It only took a cup of tea to fill in the missing parts. At this time, the fish tail suddenly moved and there was a splash.
, the fish in the painting disappeared, but there were two more fish in the water, and a water hibiscus, which was held in Li Yanan's hand. There was nothing on the painting paper, just like the painting just now, which did not exist in the world.
.
"This is why Li Yanan didn't finish the painting. As long as he finished the painting, it would change from dead to living. The low level is 30% of his own strength, the intermediate level is 60%, and the high level is 100%. However, due to the number of occurrences
He is young, so he has no name." Mo Qianluo explained.
At this time, Bai Xiangbing remembered a story and blurted out: "Otherwise, it's called Hualong Dianqing."