Chapter 143

It is needless to say that painting horses is Mr. Xu Beihong's horse.

Mr. Xu's galloping horse map also shows how many precious things the door of changing the sun has got on the earth.

Le Xiaobai is so artful that he copies the painting again and again every day. In fact, in don't beg's opinion, he just wants to be a fake to deceive people. However, Le Xiaobai's galloping horse eyes, which had been hard trained for several years, were brought into full play by don't beg today, startling four people on the spot.

On the huge picture paper, which is three feet long and one foot wide, don't beg to splash ink with a large amount of ink with the thickness of adults' arms. Seven galloping horses of different shapes and colors appear on the paper. The horse's muscles and bones were strong, his eyes seemed to be shining, and there seemed to be strong Qi in his nostrils. A lively and vigorous vitality rushed to his face, as if he was about to jump off the drawing paper. Just using different shades of ink, don't beg to draw seven horses that give people a sense of colorful. This skill can't be described by skills, but is close to Tao.

With the power of Jindan human immortal, a wisp of spiritual knowledge is printed in the painting into seven horses, which has the effect of moving the soul of this painting paper.

When several young men in white robes carefully propped up the galloping horse map of don't beg with a brace and showed it to thousands of people around, the uncontrollable cry was like a thunder on the ground, shaking the water waves around up and down. Some of the more mature Wensheng are also knowledgeable. They stared at the seven horses on the drawing paper, suddenly shed tears, beat their chest and feet, and burst into tears.

They have been immersed in the way of painting for decades, and their income is not as good as that of a young man who has not yet been weak. Why do they feel embarrassed?

Like a proud little peacock, Princess Zhangle stood proudly beside don't beg, with her hands on her hips, proudly provoked her exquisite little chin, and hummed several times to the pale jade Qianqian. The style of the three poems is quite different from that of the popular poems in the Dayan Dynasty, but the fresh and refined, beautiful and beautiful poems and Fu, coupled with this powerful picture of galloping horses, make her Princess Zhangle earn enough face!

In previous years, the poetry and painting fair was run by Yu Qianqian every time, but because of one breath, I still have to come to the poetry and painting Fair every year. I can't show weakness to Yu Qianqian and admit defeat! Fortunately, this year, with don't beg, the face lost before has been fished back.

She twisted her waist triumphantly and turned her huge skirt into a big green flower. Princess Zhangle smiled triumphantly and said, "who else comes up to compare paintings and poems with Lord Tianyun? The palace offers a reward here. If you can win the Lord Tianyun, the palace can also let him accompany the palace for three days. Ha ha!" Speaking of pride, Princess Zhangle couldn't help laughing. However, she was so excited that her laughter suddenly split her throat, and her laughter was extremely sharp and loud, which startled herself.

The five colors of the divine light spread slowly behind Princess Zhangle. Because she was in a good mood, the five colors of the divine light behind Princess Zhangle became clear today, just like five long rainbow pouring out from behind her and rising up to a hundred feet high. The surrounding River becomes as flat as a mirror, but under the smooth water surface like egg white, there are countless small whirlpools of palm size, just like princess Zhangle's mood at the moment.

Yu Qianqian looked after the magnificent picture of galloping horses, and his complexion changed for a while. After a long time, she forced out a smile and smiled at Buqi: "Lord Buhou is really a big hand. This picture of galloping horses is also bold and unrestrained, that is, it is not too exquisite."

The five colors behind Princess Zhangle suddenly turned into a mass of five colors chaos. She was like a little hen with her feathers pulled out. She was so angry that she had to come forward and talk to Yu Qianqian. Not delicate enough? Not delicate enough? Your title is galloping horse map, not flea map!

Don't beg to hold Princess Zhangle. He looked at Yu Qianqian with flashing eyes and smiled calmly: "isn't it exquisite? Also, this horse is so bold and powerful that only our murderous and arsonist men can appreciate it. Of course, a delicate young lady raised in the flower garden like Miss Yu Qianqian doesn't understand this heroic sentiment. Anyway, if you want to be exquisite, don't beg here!"

He laughed a few times and asked the maid on the wooden platform to spread a good white brocade. Don't beg for a set of small brushes and various colors of Danqing pigments. He mixed the colors himself, then twisted the fine brush and painted on the brocade one by one.

Exquisite paintings, beautiful and luxurious paintings, and the woman Yu Qianqian can't pick out any thorn paintings. She has no choice but the rare bird paintings of song Huizong. Like Mr. Xu's galloping horse, there are several rare birds of song Huizong in the door of stealing the sky and changing the sun. Le Xiaobai has copied them thousands of times, and all the strokes have almost become his instinct. Don't beg, just draw the gourd. With the good control of the Jindan immortal over the body, he copied a rare bird picture in just half an hour like a laser copier.

A golden pheasant with gorgeous feathers and vivid expression stood on the branch of a flower tree. The whole painting brush was well adjusted and rigorous, with a trace of unevenness, gorgeous color, favoritism and rottenness, full of a strong flavor of court luxury. When several young people in white robes hung up the picture of rare birds with poles, the sound of a landslide sounded again on the wooden platform, and some people staggered forward, eager to get their bodies into the picture. Thousands of people rushed forward, and the order on the wooden platform was in chaos.

Princess Zhangle stared, and the five colors behind her rolled up. With great power, those young people in white robes who were about to rush to the earth pushed back one after another. She snapped: "what's the hurry? What's the mess? This painting belongs to the palace. Who dares to break it and wrinkle it a little, hum!" her little hand pointed to the river, and a thick and thin thunder light at the mouth of the bowl fell on the river with a loud roar. The river was blown out of a pit with an area of tens of feet, and the waves rolled up tens of feet high.

No one dared to move on the wooden platform. Everyone held their breath and quietly looked at the two paintings in front of them. Some people whispered and talked over and over about the three poems. Whether it's poetry or painting, don't beg to beat them speechless.

Yu Qianqian looked at the two paintings with completely different styles. One of his face was red and white, white and blue, and his body was constantly shaking. After a long time, he just couldn't speak. After staying for half an hour, Yu Qianqian turned his head and looked blankly at don't beg. Don't beg quickly waved his hand and said, "elder sister Yu, don't ask me about classics. Don't beg is a rural savage. Just ask me to say a few crooked words and write a few animals. Don't beg for articles on governing the country and classics on managing world affairs."

Holding a fist, don't beg, holding Princess Zhang Le with a smiling face, she walked towards the ferry. If it weren't for Princess Zhangle's face, don't beg, you wouldn't be too lazy to fool around with this group of fools who are too busy to eat and feel uncomfortable. They think they are polite and romantic here. Just now, sons of princes and nobles have cut dozens of large living people. There are still a lot of essence of the golden Dan people's immortals in the meridians. They are very free to pretend to be gentle and romantic in this way.

Yu Qianqian was stunned and was about to stop don't beg, but don't beg had blocked all her possible excuses.

People have said it themselves, he will say a few crooked words and a few animals, and ask him to do an article on governing the country's economy and world affairs. He is a rural savage, not! First, he showed his face greatly, and then blocked all the ways to make trouble for himself. Don't beg for this behavior. It's very humiliating. Your poems and paintings all say that you are rural savages. Where do you put thousands of "literati Junyan" at the top of the Yan dynasty?

Biting his teeth, Yu Qianqian stamped his foot and said, "don't be a marquis, which master do you follow?"

Don't beg to say that you are a rural savage, but Yu Qianqian doesn't believe it. She must ask about the inheritance of his poetry. She lost face in front of don't beg today. In the future, she will let her father and grandfather go out in person to find this place on the head of don't beg.

Don't beg and don't look back. Holding her head high, Princess Zhangle left the wooden platform and stepped on the ferry. He sneered: "which master do you follow? My master is a Wufu who can only kill and set fire. He was killed in Mengshan long ago, but he is not a master." Princess Zhangle hurriedly gestured to Bai zhu'er and Bai zhu'er to take someone to roll up the two paintings and bring them back to the palace.

Turning back, he smiled at Yu Qianqian and said, "I'm afraid elder sister Yu doesn't know where Mengshan is? Go to the wind patrol department to check. I have all the origins of my Lord. There are all of them. Don't send them. Just check them myself."

Yu Qianqian hurried to the ferry a few steps. She shouted loudly, "why does Lord Wuhou bully me so? With your poetry and Danqing skills, which martial artist can teach? If such handsome figures as Lord Wuhou can be taught by a martial artist, aren't we all jokes?"

Meditate for a moment and see so many young people in white robes staring at themselves on the wooden platform, Don't beg for a long voice: "That's all. Today, my Lord will teach you a good one. You can't make anything behind closed doors. This poem is nothing more than the perception of the people; this painting is nothing more than the projection of heaven and earth. The rolling red world is good at refining the heart, and the world is good at pottery gods. It's impossible to make good poems and draw good painting under women's skirts! Learn from heaven and earth! Just remember these four words!"

"Learning from heaven and earth, as soon as the four characters come out, many young people in white robes on the wooden platform, including the rain marks of Shangguan, bow to don't beg.

Only Yu Qianqian's face was as green as a vegetable melon. If you don't beg, you slapped her in the face for more than a dozen times, which made her heart, liver and lungs tremble, and there was almost no face to see anyone.

She stared at don't beg, gnashing her teeth and whispered, "what a don't beg, what a don't Hou Ye. With some talent, she dared to bully people like this."

She glared at the satisfied Princess Zhangle, and Yu Qianqian said in a Yin voice: "what a princess Zhangle, do you really think the princess's identity is great? Wait, I must give it back to you ten times and a hundred times today's humiliation!"

Bai Zhuer took people to pack up the picture scroll, with laughter all the way, don't beg the party to rush back to Jidu.

More than ten miles away from Jidu, a dark city wall on the horizon has been seen in front. Suddenly, I heard the thunder in the sky. The city wall of Jidu suddenly burst into a sharp light. A huge light mask with countless runes shrouded the whole Jidu.

Then he saw that the Jidu gate facing this side exploded, and a group of people rushed out of the city with a crazy evil spirit.

There were countless shouts of killing around. There were 20 square formations outside the city, which were a 10000 person brigade of 20 bloody swallow troops. Twenty square formations scattered around and then closed inward, trapping the large group of people and horses who rushed out of the city firmly in the formation.

Over Jidu City, hundreds of people were shuttling back and forth. Countless sword light, thunder, talisman and magic weapons flew all over the sky and made the ground tremble.

Stop begging. Is this a rebellion or something?

Princess Zhangle screamed and flew straight to the city with a roll of colorful lights behind her.