When Lu Daoxuan kept talking until he forgot what to say, Jiang Gu felt a little sad. Now he was no longer the best painter in the world, but more like a kind and confused old man next door.
"Sir, today is the Hairpin Festival, Qingdu City is very lively, and I have prepared a special surprise for you."
"Hairpin Festival? Gift? Let's go and see"
Jiang Qian carefully supported Lu Daoxuan and walked all the way towards Bijia Mountain. Everyone he met along the way saluted Lu Daoxuan. Although Lu Daoxuan could not recognize any of them, he still smiled happily at everyone.
Finally in front of Bijia Mountain, Lu Daoxuan saw the surprise Jiang Yan said.
Dressed in red, with white hair and a pink flower in her hairpin, she is Lei Hongyi.
After Jiang Gu came back, he went to the top of Songshan Mountain. With his persuasion, he finally persuaded Lei Hongnv to go down the mountain to meet Lu Daoxuan.
Lao Lu is getting more and more confused now. If the two are not allowed to meet each other, Jiang Yan is afraid that the two of them will only be a pair of miserable mandarin ducks in their lives.
In the eyes of others, Lei Hongyi is an old monster with hundreds of years of cultivation, but at this moment, she behaves like a woman in a boudoir, with a hint of shyness on her face.
"Lu...Senior Brother Lu..." Lei Hongyi shouted in a low voice with a red face.
Lu Daoxuan looked up and down, but still couldn't remember who this person was.
"The wall calls for wine, who asks for information, the poets in the south of the city are quiet. The tall willows and late cicadas tell the news of the west wind. The rainbow beams are on the water. The fish waves are blowing the fragrance, and the red clothes are half in disarray. The boat is trying to look at the homeland. Looking at the sky to the north. It's a pity that it's outside the border sand of Nagisa.
, the travels of different beauties. When asked about the same time, we wrote the same poem, "Thirty-Six Autumn Colors." Lei Hongyi recited a poem, which was written by Lu Daoxuan when he and Lu Daoxuan first met when they were young.
"Hongliang Water Street, the fish waves are blowing the fragrance, and the red clothes are half in disarray?"
"Master, isn't this the person you loved most when you were young? Lei Hongyi!" Jiang Yan reminded Lu Daoxuan in a low voice.
"Hong Yi? Are you Hong Yi? I haven't seen you for so many years," Lu Daoxuan said.
"It's been six hundred years, but I think it's all worth it."
Jiang Qian asked Lei Hongyi. The two fell in love when they were young. At that time, Lu Daoxuan was still a high-spirited painter. He traveled around the mountains and rivers with a simple book in his hand. He was chic and romantic, and his wonderful brushstrokes fascinated women all over the world.
But due to some reasons, we love each other but can't stay together. We've been apart for six hundred years!
"Master, I will leave it to you"
Jiang Yan handed over Lu Daoxuan's hand, and Lei Hongyi's heart beat wildly. Seeing that Lu Daoxuan didn't refuse, they finally joined hands.
"Master Wife, he is an old fool now, please be more considerate."
Jiang Yan pointed at his brain, but he didn't know that Lei Hongyi spat lightly and laughed.
"Whoever talks about his master like that is not an old fool. He is Lu Daoxuan, the best painter in the world!"
Lei Hongyi is a special enlightened person whose strength is unfathomable, but the admiration and love in her eyes when she looks at Lu Daoxuan cannot be concealed at any cost.
"Okay, okay, I won't interrupt your show of affection."
Jiang Yan waved his hand and left. If Lu Daoxuan remained in this state, Jiang Yan would not worry about going to Daxuan City. Only Lei Hongyi could give him no worries.
When he returned to Mahuang Lane, Jiang Yan found that there were many people crowded in front of his house.
"What are you doing here? Can you let me go in first?"
"You go in line"
A young man stood directly in front of Jiang Yan. Jiang Yan was also puzzled. This was the first time he heard that he had to queue up to go back to his home.
"You are also sending invitations to Jiang Lunjiang, the number one painter in the Eight Prefectures, right? Just wait, and it won't be your turn?"
"Painter Jiang is very approachable. It will be easier for everyone to do business now"
A person who came out of No. 11 said.
Jiang Yan scratched his head, wondering how he could be so approachable when he couldn't even get in. When he saw Su Kou standing arrogantly at the door, Jiang Yan finally understood what had happened. These people must have mistaken Su Kou for someone.
Own.
"Painter Jiang, we are from the Zhong Mansion, this is the invitation."
"good"
Su Kou took the invitation and handed it to Dao Ya on the side.
This guy was very hospitable. Seeing that so many people were suffering from occupational diseases, he took out large and small porcelain bottles from his arms and poured out a lot of pills.
"In order to express my gratitude, I will give you these elixirs for your master to use internally and externally."
Jiang Yan trembled, wondering if this would stew all the old scribes in the Qing capital!
Jiang Yan didn't know whether to sympathize with them or scold them for being blind, judging people by their appearance, and being blind!
Some people who were crowding outside smelled the aroma coming from next door, and followed the smell into the pig roasting yard, but soon, everyone was thrown out.
The ferocious-looking old butcher held a kitchen knife in his hand and looked around coldly. People at the entrance of the pig roasting yard immediately hid away. He was really bored with the group of flies that he couldn't drive away.
Jiang Qian also laughed secretly. It's not good to offend anyone. He offended such a evil star.
Unexpectedly, while he was gloating about his misfortune, he was also stared at by the old butcher, who pointed at him with a kitchen knife and asked him to come in.
"Your boy is very famous now. Even Li Yelang and Zhang Dian back then were not as sensational as they are today," the old butcher said in a sinister tone.
"I don't know how they knew I lived here. It's really a sin to disturb your old roast pig. I will send them all away as soon as possible."
Jiang Yan smiled apologetically and drooled while looking at the meat on the table. The old butcher's skills in killing and roasting pigs were unparalleled in the world.
"You can eat as much meat as you like, drink as much wine as you like, and spend it or not as you wish. Anyway, I will be leaving Qingdu soon."
Jiang Yan sighed repeatedly when he saw that this old killer was showing rare sentimentality.
"Leave? Where do you always go?"
"Going to a far away place and doing very dangerous things. I don't know if I can come back alive. Do you remember what you promised me back then?" The old butcher looked at Jiang Qian very seriously.
"What happened?" Jiang Yan didn't think of it for a while.
"After you become the master of Wen Palace, you will accept Yaya as your disciple."
"Weren't you kidding at that time? I'm just a lay student." Jiang Yan never thought in that direction.
"I'm not kidding, Wei Changli and I can be considered my friends. What's infamous about me is that he promised to let me live temporarily in Mahuang Lane.
The Wen Mansion is divided into the front of the mountain and the back of the mountain. In front of the mountain are the scribes, and behind the mountain are the great demons of heaven. If you want to become the master of the Wen Mansion, in addition to having extremely high talents in the field of scribes, you must also obtain the mountain.
The recognition of the queen.
After Wei Changli, in the Wen Dynasty for more than 700 years, you are the only one who can do both."
"This...this...after all, I am a lay student."
"Compared with being a disciple of Lu Daoxuan, which one is more important than sacrificing one's life?" the old butcher asked.
Jiang Yan was speechless. He never thought that one day he would become the leader of one of the Eight Prefectures in the World.
"So in my opinion, it's all a matter of time, so after I left, the only thing I couldn't worry about was Yaya, so I entrusted her to you."