As the sun sets in the west, in Tongfuyuan, this is an ancient well dating from the Mingde period.
There is a man and woman sitting side by side next to the ancient well, their shadows stretching long under the setting sun.
"Hehe."
The man giggled.
"Why are you laughing?"
the woman asked gently.
"Hehe, hehe."
The man continued to giggle.
"Why are you laughing?"
the woman said coquettishly.
"Hehe, hehe, hehe."
The man was still smiling stupidly, seeming to have been lost in this gentle love.
"You're still smiling at me.
Auntie, I'm not polite anymore.
It's overwhelming."
The woman suddenly stood up.
It seemed, well, something was wrong.
The man was still smiling stupidly, but he had already landed on the soil, and there seemed to be blood at the corner of his mouth.
Well, it turns out that this is love like the setting sun and blood.
"Hahahahahaha, you're teasing me to death."
The big-mouthed man had no sense of moral integrity.
His already big mouth seemed to turn into a monster while laughing wildly.
However, this monster did not eat children.
Qin Feng rolled his eyes and seemed to think that Big Mouth's smile was low: "What's so funny?
Aren't we all used to it?"
But they are used to it.
Since the Ji Wuming incident last time, Xiucai and Xiao Guo have lived up to expectations and successfully got together.
But this thing is not what everyone imagined.
After being together, they became affectionate and inseparable.
On the contrary, There was more bloodshed than before.
"Fortunately, Xiao Guo has improved a lot in his martial arts recently and knows how to hold back his strength."
Qin Feng was also happy for the scholar: if it had been before, the scholar would have passed away. " "Really?"
Dazui was very curious about what Qin Feng said.
After thinking about it carefully, he nodded in agreement: "That's right, the scholar used to howl all night after being beaten, but now he falls down after being beaten.
Go to sleep."
"I guess he's tired."
Qin Feng said, "I'm tired from being beaten."
"Then Xiao Guo wouldn't be even more tired?"
The two looked at each other and nodded.
Xiao Guo must be more tired.
No wonder Xiao Guo is eating more and more.
The scholar came back and glanced at Qin Feng and Dazui.
His eyelids were raised, and with a snap, he lay on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.
"Hey, Xiucai, don't sleep on the ground."
Dazui shouted quickly, if this guy sleeps on the ground.
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How could I still walk in the room?
"Hoo, hoo.
Hoo."
The scholar ignored his big mouth and continued to snore.
"No, how can I sleep at night if you're like this?"
Da Zui was anxious.
He used to snore by himself, but now, the solo performance has turned into a symphony.
Qin Feng looked at the scholar in surprise.
This guy is not simple.
This trick of treating others in his own way is even more powerful than that of the Murong family.
Qin Feng didn't know if Dazui was asleep.
Anyway, he wanted to sleep well, but looking at Dazui's listless appearance the next day, Qin Feng already knew the result.
Poor Dazui, of course, deserved it.
Qin Feng came out of the room.
It was dawning very early today.
The sun has also risen.
It seems that this winter is not too cold.
Let's go out for a walk.
Qin Feng was in a good mood and walked up the street facing the sunshine.
It's still quite early, but some vendors have already set up their stalls early.
There was an old man on the street corner with a chubby face.
He had a white beard and was sitting on a stool.
There was a table in front of him with a brush, an inkstone, paper, and a rag beside it.
It was supported by a yellowed bamboo pole, with a painting character written all over it.
It looked like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing.
It seemed to be a stall for painting for others.
Not ordinary, not ordinary.
Qin Feng took two glances and roughly guessed the man's identity.
He smiled slightly and walked up.
"Old man."
Qin Feng said.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, I don't write, I just draw."
The old man seemed a little deaf, thinking that Qin Feng was here to write a letter home.
"Then let's paint."
Qin Feng didn't explain, and followed his words.
With a little inner strength, he could hear clearly even if he was really hard of hearing, not to mention it wasn't true.
The old man's movements were stagnant, and he exuded a temperament that was completely unlike that of an old man, but it disappeared in an instant: "Fifty cents a piece, you tell me what to draw, cash in cash, no credit."
"Okay."
Qin Feng took out some broken silver, about the size of a penny: "Just draw me, just one picture."
"Okay."
When the old man saw that there was money to be made, he would not agree, so he quickly started painting.
Qin Feng didn't move, just stood there, letting him watch and draw at the same time.
Despite his age, his movements are not slow at all.
This old man painted very quickly.
It took almost five minutes for a painting to come out.
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"Here, take a look."
The old man was a little proud and handed the painting to Qin Feng.
The drawing paper is very rough, but the painting skills are even rougher.
Wherever the person is drawn, it is just an ink ball, and only the appearance of the person can be vaguely seen.
"The painting is good."
Qin Feng praised it and pushed the money forward: "I give it all to you."
Qin Feng left, leaving both the painting and the money.
The expression on the old man's face suddenly became complicated, and then he smiled again.
He carefully put away the painting, took out a stack of paper, and started painting again, but instead of painting on the first one, he wrote a word. ,sword.
No one saw that the human-shaped ink ball on the painting slowly spread out and turned into a mountain, then slowly condensed into a sword.
The long sword entered the clouds and never changed again.
"At such an age, you are invincible.
Is it a blessing or a curse, haha, but it has nothing to do with the old man."
He has extraordinary talent.
He is precocious at the age of one, practicing martial arts at the age of three, and at the age of eight, he can restore the world based on some oral transmission.
Eighty percent of the swordsmanship has been lost, and he later became invincible in the world.
However, this man had no ambitions in the world.
Instead, he lived happily and hid in troubles every day, playing in the world.
He also passed down countless martial arts skills to those who were destined to have disciples and grandchildren all over the world.
He thought that he was already a great figure in the world, unparalleled, but he didn't expect that a young man would appear today and forcefully suppress him.
For the first time, he felt as if he was really old.
"What a powerful old man.
If he hadn't absorbed the Heshi Bi and condensed the purple energy, I really wouldn't have known for sure."
Qin Feng was also full of surprise.
He had never underestimated the Huahua who passed down countless martial arts skills.
Old man, but after seeing this, I really underestimated him.
This man's talent is really terrible.
If the power of this plane is not too low, his achievements will be limitless.
If this old man could have been born in the Tang Dynasty or other worlds, he would have shattered the void long ago and become a Buddha.
It's a pity, it's a pity.
"Master Qin."
Qin Feng was stopped by the Xiliang River.
"Oh Miss Qingqing, are you coming for a walk too?"
Qin Feng looked at Wuqing, who was still sitting in the wheelchair, but in the sunshine, there was much less coldness. aa2705221: