Xiang Wentian has never heard of the lyrics of Taiping sing by Lin Xuan, but in recent days, Lin Xuan often sang some unique songs with Ren Yingying. Although Xiang Wentian couldn't understand, he didn't ask too much.

There is paradise above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below. The scenery of West Lake in Hangzhou is beautiful all over the world. It is autumn at this time. There are no lotus flowers and broken bridges and snow, but there are three autumn osmanthus and autumn moon on the flat lake.

If Ren Yingying and Diewu were here, the three of them watched the sunset of Leifeng together and enjoyed the moonlight of the three pools. What a beauty, it would be like. Unfortunately, the beauty was not there and there was only a big bearded man around him. It would be better to go and save Ren Woxing honestly.

Xiang Wentian was not as interested as Lin Xuan. No matter how good the scenery of West Lake was, it was not related to him. According to the plan, he took Lin Xuan to Meizhuang with him.

Both of them were disguised as masters. Xiang Wentian disguised as Zuo Lengchan’s uncle Tong Huajin, while Lin Xuan disguised as Shen Lang, a disciple of Feng Qingyang.

Xiang Wentian was familiar with Ding Jianshi Ling Weila, who was looking at the door, and easily entered West Lake Meizhuang.

After taking a few sips of tea, he looked around Wentian, pointed to a painting and said, "Brother Chen, look at this painting. Although there are only a few strokes, the momentum is really extraordinary."

The painting is the back of an immortal with a vivid ink and vigorous brushwork. The inscription is: "The painting is full of drunkenness and pours ink after it is drunk". The brushwork is very strict, and each stroke is like a long sword's slash.

Lin Xuan is at most a little bit of aware of Wenmo, but he is very good at fooling people. In order to make plans in his previous life, he listened to many interviews with famous experts. His writing skills were average, but he was a good at talking.

"Shangke." Lin Xuan has a very stylish fork.

Shi Lingwei sneered: "Dan Qingsheng, the owner of the fourth house of my family, drank this painting and accidentally accumulated the sword technique in it. This is his most proud work in his life, but he only got the evaluation of Mr. Shen. Please explain it a little bit, otherwise, we servants will not be able to explain it."

Lin Xuan pointed to the immortal in the painting and said, "The brushwork is deep and the foundation is solid. It is impossible to practice hard for thirty or fifty years. However, the sword intent contained in the painting is too sharp, which hurts the immortal's free and elegant aura. Similarly, the immortal's free and elegant aura also dilutes the sharpness of the sword intent. Painting is a good painting, and it is still a little short of natural success."

"Is that so? Then please tell me what it means to be natural." A man with a beard that is long and a belly, holding a wine in his left hand, and a drunken face on his face walked out.

This person is the fourth brother of the four friends in Jiangnan. Dan Qingsheng is always the favorite. He loves painting and practicing swordsmanship. Combining swordsmanship with calligraphy and painting is the greatest excitement in his life. Unexpectedly, he was so contemptuous that he could not bear it.

"Asking about the quality of a chef, you don't have to know how to cook, just know how to eat. I can't paint, but I can appreciate paintings. I wonder how the owner of the Fourth Manor thinks that his painting is compared to the painting in my hand."

After saying that, Lin Xuan shook his hand and opened a painting scroll. A mountain rose into the sky. The ink was thick and the momentum was extremely majestic. Although it was a picture on paper, it made people involuntarily feel like they were looking up to the mountain.

"Second Master, how about this painting?"

"Fan Kuan's "Traveling in the Streams" by Fan Kuan of the Northern Song Dynasty? Good paintings and good paintings. Compared with this, my painting is only used to paste the walls. It is natural and self-contained. I admire it, admire it."

Dan Qingsheng is not a person who cannot afford to lose. When he saw this painting, he immediately said he would admit defeat.

To be honest, the level of the four friends in Jiangnan’s piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is not bad, but they are wrong. They are obviously a means of self-cultivation, and they insist on adding the art of killing, which is inappropriate.

Martial arts are not martial arts, skills are not skills. In the end, martial arts are not profound enough and skill is not exquisite enough. It is a pity that the good years are wasted.

"Is the sun rising from the West today or my ears misheard it. My arrogant fourth brother actually thought he was inferior to him today. This is a strange thing."

A man with extremely tall and thin eyebrows, beautiful eyes, extremely dark hair and extremely white skin, who seemed to be a zombie, walked in slowly and made fun of him.

The person who came was the second son of the four friends in Jiangnan, Hei Baizi. When Xiang Wentian saw Hei Baizi coming, he immediately began to fool him.

"There is a sky beyond the sky, there are people beyond the sky, and there is a mountain higher than the mountain. How profound is Liu Zhongfu's chess skills? He was killed when he was killed in the fairy grandmother of Mount Li?"

"You also know how to play chess? Learning chess is a good thing, but it is a big fallacy to transition and pursue the legend of gods." The four friends in Jiangnan were deeply in love. Hei Baizi saw that Dan Qingsheng was blocked by Lin Xuan once, so he wanted to find the place.

Xiang Wentian said: "I like playing chess the most in my life, but unfortunately I don't have high chess skills, so I traveled all over the country, up and down the Yellow River, and visited the chess score. Over the past thirty years, I remember a lot of famous games from ancient times to the present. I happened to see this "Hyperusing Note"."

Hei Baizi was not good at playing chess, but his obsession with playing chess was real. He didn't care about his face and hurriedly said, "Did you really see the chess of Liu Zhongfu and the fairy grandma in Lishan? Come and show me."

Xiang Wentian's chess skills are very average. In order to rescue Ren Woxing, he memorized the chess record and arranged the chess pieces to seduce the black and white pieces bit by bit. In this way, the four friends in Jiangnan were weaker again.

Dan Qingsheng winked Ding Jian. After a while, he was short and fat, with a bald and smooth head, and had no hair. He was carrying a large pen in his right hand, and his clothes were covered with ink.

This person is the third brother of the four friends in Jiangnan. He is a man of the turtle pen. He loves calligraphy and has written thousands of bare pens. He has a style that Wang Xianzhi finished writing eighteen jars of water and Wang Xizhi washed his pen to form an ink pond.

When I was reading a book, Lin Xuan’s favorite was this man who was bullied. Diligence can make up for his shortcomings. This is the number of days. If he did not take detours, he might not have been able to become a famous calligrapher of a generation. It is a pity.

"I heard that two friends came today, one with a peerless painting and the other with a shocking chess score, but I don't know whether I understand calligraphy?" said Tu Biweng carelessly.

Lin Xuan took out a calligraphy painting and said, "I don't understand calligraphy, but I have a hobby of collecting it. I accidentally got the works of my predecessors. Please ask the owner of the three villages to appreciate it."

When you open the scroll, there is a painting of madness that is like a martial arts master who uses light skills, running high and low. Although he moves quickly, he is elegant.

"This... this is the authentic work! It's really... it's really the Tang Dynasty... Zhang Xu's "Ruyi Tie" by the Tang Dynasty, fake... it's not fake!" The Tu Biweng stared at his eyes and gasped, like a bull in heat.

If it weren't for the fact that the calligraphy was written too much and the literary spirit was developed, the man who was bullied would want to start and snatch it.

At this time, Xiang Wentian made a few moves, seducing the black and white pieces into the chess addiction, and then kept silent.
Chapter completed!