"Is it possible that Master Lu doesn't want me to meet your master?"
"Of course not. After all, I am also a disciple of the Wen Mansion. I also know what is important and what is important in such a big matter. It's just that my master lives in seclusion in a very unique place. It's not that easy for you to see him."
"As long as you tell me where it is," Xie Ba said.
"You come with me."
Lu Tanwei led the way and Xie Ba followed behind him, but the shark was actually inseparable from him.
"Aren't you going to return to Nanhai? Why are you still following me?" Xie Ba asked.
"I don't know how to go back." said the shark.
Xie Ba then thought about it, he wanted to go to Xumi Mansion, and Xumi Mansion was on the edge of the South China Sea.
"It just so happens that I should be passing by Nanhai, so why don't you go with me?"
Xie Ba was a little at a loss for this sudden enthusiasm, so he could only hold everything everyone gave him in his arms, and soon collected a full pile.
According to Orion, the old man Huang who could paint lived in a brick house, so Xie Ba got some indirect information from them.
"Please two of you take me there."
"Sure enough, my daughter is a genius. Her paintings are so good. Grandpa will give her a kiss."
"Yunzhou? Qingdu? Where? I haven't heard of it."
Another younger girl held a drawing in her hand that was worse than Yaya's graffiti, and handed it over with a proud look on her face.
"Guest, this is my dried meat, old lady, you can try it."
After walking into the courtyard, there were no luxurious decorations, just a desk and a few stone benches.
"Dad, don't be too tired and take a rest."
"You two, please stay!" Xie Ba shouted.
"These paintings..."
"What are you painting? It's not bullshit. Is it so difficult to paint? Stretch out your hand!"
Unexpectedly, after reading this, the old man looked doting on his face, held the girl in his arms, and pressed his forehead against her forehead.
“This is our home-brewed wine!”
Life in Wuliu Village looks very prosperous, and these children are all in good health and have smiles on their faces.
I heard a scolding from Shang Yuan away.
"I'm sorry, I've never had guests at home, but I've lost my courtesy. Please come in!"
"My family lives in Qingdu, Yunzhou."
On the contrary, the walls of the courtyard were covered with various paintings. What disappointed Xie Ba was that these paintings were not clever paintings, and the handwriting was clumsy and definitely not by famous artists.
Xie Ba glanced at the child's paintings scattered on the ground. His painting skills were considered good among his peers, but there was no trace of a Wenfu painter at all.
The scenery in front of the stone bridge is great. The benevolent enjoy the mountains and the wise enjoy the water. And here, with mountains and rivers, few people, and the fragrance of flowers coming from the nose, it is a good place to live in seclusion.
Xie Ba secretly sensed that Huang Anshi was not an enlightened person.
After walking into the yard, Xie Ba saw an old man with messy hair and a coat wrapped around him, and a five or six-year-old child timidly holding out his hands and waiting for the board to fall.
"Let's go, let's go. The guests are here to see Old Man Huang. Don't get together and let the guests see the joke."
The old man was scolding the boy and flattering the little girl at the same time. Xie Ba couldn't bear to disturb the old man Huang who was indulging in the fun of playing with his grandchild.
"Painter? Oh, you mean Old Man Huang? He is the only one in Wuliu Village who can paint."
But Lu Tanwei was sure that Huang Fuweng lived here. Since he was already here, he had to go in and take a look no matter what.
The two hunters looked at each other, obviously not familiar with this name.
The group of people headed straight to a barren mountain in the southwest. As a painter, one has to travel through thousands of mountains and rivers to find the beautiful scenery that can shock people's soul and then paint it. Therefore, it is not unusual for painters and scribes to appear in the barren mountains.
Two hunters walked out of the forest, wearing clothes made of animal skins. They carried bows and arrows on their backs, hatchets on their waists, and two hares in their hands.
Mr. Huang was very harmonious with his neighbors. He was a hunter when he was young, but as he got older, he never went into the mountains to hunt. During the Lantern Festival, except for painting a few New Year pictures for the people in the village, he usually did not
He had seen something special, which made Xie Ba wonder if he was looking for the wrong place.
"Just wait for him here. My master never sees any outsiders. Bringing him here today is considered a violation of his orders."
"Yes, a painter!"
After looking at Xie Ba for a few times, Huang Anshi quickly said
The girl resisted, but her delicate little hands could not push away this big face.
"These were painted by my two children. My father should be teaching them painting in the backyard right now."
"Who are you? You don't look like someone from our village, a mountain outsider?" asked an Orion.
"We have never had guests in Wuliu Town."
"Thank you."
"Guests? What kind of guests can I have at home?"
An old woman with white hair put a handful of dried meat into Xie Ba's hand with a smile on her face.
As soon as Xie Ba entered Wuliu Village, he saw many children playing on the grass. When he saw people from outside the mountain, these children surrounded him out of curiosity.
Orion briefly exchanged greetings with Huang Anshi, then said goodbye to Xie Ba and returned.
The mountain people were also very hospitable. There was no doubt that he took Xie Ba into the village. The village was not very big, with only a few hundred households here and there, but the folk customs were very simple.
"Huang Fuweng?"
"An Shi, An Shi, there is a guest coming to your house. Come out and greet him."
Lu Tanwei stopped at a low mountain ridge. In front of him was a stone bridge over the gurgling water.
The shark nodded and did not refuse. With such a powerful helper by his side, Xie Ba had an extra layer of protection.
"Keep painting."
Orion called a few times outside the door, and soon a middle-aged man in plain clothes stepped out of the courtyard.
Xie Ba was not good at dealing with these enthusiastic mountain people and could only thank him quickly. He did have some money, but this money was of no use at all in this secluded village.
"It's a guest from outside the mountain who came to see your father."
"I'm here to find a man named Huang Fuweng. Do the two brothers know each other?" Xie Ba asked.
Some old people in the village hurried back to their houses after seeing Xie Ba, put on new clothes, and then held various things in their hands.
Huang Fuweng was a painter who could keep pace with Lu Daoxuan. With such a father, how could his son not be an enlightened person? This made him even more confused.
"My master is in this mountain. Whether you can find him or not depends on you."
After walking for a while, we gradually reached the hinterland of this mountain range. No one could have imagined that there would be a prosperous small village in such a remote mountainous area.
Huang Fuweng is the top expert in Yuling Continent, so it is not difficult to find him.
Faced with invitations from many people, two hunters came to his rescue.
Xie Ba passed the stone bridge and the shark was ready to follow, but was stopped by Lu Tanwei with his hand.
The old man lifted the board heavily, but then put it down gently, but even so he refused to make any excuses.
"Where, where."
After a conversation, it was discovered that these mountain people did not know Yunzhou or Wenfu, and had not even heard of the Daxuan Empire. Xie Ba had no choice but to express his intention.
Huang Anshi tried to persuade him in good faith, but Old Man Huang was unwilling.
"This is what you should have done originally, but I never thought that you are a failure and your paintings are not as good as those of my grandson."
"Yes, yes, your grandson is a genius."
Huang Anshi was very filial and refused to argue even when faced with his father's reproach.
"Father, our village has a guest from outside the mountain, saying he is here to see you."