"Ji Shize, who studied under Lan Qingshan He Zhenren, has the strength of the middle section of Qihai, the magic weapon Baihe Lingyi, the heart-breaking cone...

I would go to the Zuixianlou every ten days, and I would often interact with Confucian scholars. I would organize an orchid poetry meeting every month...

He is a mother and has close contacts with Ji Changyu..."

Jiang Yunhe looked at the information about Ji Shize in his hand. He didn't have much information, but he could see something very interesting.

This Ji Shize seems to be a literary girl?

Well, judging by age, I'm no longer a girl.

In addition to organizing poetry meetings once a month and recommending outstanding scholars to the current period, books coming in from the largest bookstore in Yongcheng will be delivered to her mansion every month.

It is said that there is a huge library in Ji Shize's mansion. Unlike other monks who collect practice classics, Ji Shize has a large collection of vernacular novels, strange novels, poetry collections, etc.

This made Jiang Yunhe feel quite interesting. You should know that the so-called fox fairy and demon ghost are not mysterious to monks. I have hardly seen any monks read such books.

Just like Ma Yun would read the legendary legend of a billionaire?

It is also compiled by others, with a lot of specious fictional content.

The same is true for monks to see the stories of fox, fairies, demons and ghosts.

At present, Jiang Yunhe only knows that a monk likes to read such stories - himself.

"This is a good common topic." Jiang Yunhe wrote down this.

Strange novels, poems, songs and essays.

He rubbed the flames out of his fingers and burned the paper in his hand. Jiang Yunhe got up and went to another table.

There is a roll of paper on it, which is the Sacred Heart Bamboo Paper from Chengxintang. The paper is smooth like spring water, fine as a silkworm cocoon, with excellent toughness and no traces. It has never faded for thousands of years after writing. A piece of fifty feet requires ten spirit beads.

The pen is purple hair. The hair on the back and tail of the demon rabbit in the bridge realm will be too strong, and the hair will be too soft.

Jiang Yunhe likes this kind of hardness... it is much harder than ordinary brushes and slightly softer than pencils, which suits his habits.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all sent by the Cheng family. He picked a few and sent the others back.

In addition, he also sent him a painting teacher. After studying for two days, Jiang Yunhe felt that he could do it, so he sent the teacher away.

Jiang Yunhe stood at the table and brewed for a long time. Now he was composing pictures in his mind, which was not difficult for him. Then he picked up the pen and splashed ink, and his whole mind was placed on the pen in his hand.

But for a moment, a lifelike woman appeared on the paper, as if she could jump out at any time.

A gust of wind blew in the room, and a human face poked out from behind Jiang Yunhe's shoulders. He frowned when he saw the woman on the paper.

"Is this..." The dream girl's voice sounded in Jiang Yunhe's ears, almost trembling with his hands.

"Can you go to the door next time?" Jiang Yunhe said angrily.

"Your senior sister looks at me like a thief." The dream girl wrinkled her nose.

"That means my senior sister's eyes are like a torch."

"You haven't said that, what is this?"

On paper is a girl with short white hair, black hairband and eye mask, like a cheongsam-style short skirt.

"This is 2b." Jiang Yunhe put the pen aside and looked at his masterpiece carefully, but he was a little unsatisfied.

Mainly... When I was playing games, I only looked at 2b's butt and didn't look at my face...

"Why are you thinking about drawing?" The dreamer could see at a glance that Jiang Yunhe had just learned it.

"You have to have some hobbies. What do you think of fighting and killing every day?" Jiang Yunhe said calmly.

I sighed in my heart, isn’t it because of you that I learned to draw?

Now I'm almost losing interest in brothels.

It's like a salted fish losing their dreams.

It's time to find a new hobby for yourself.

The first step is to learn how to draw people, the second step is to learn how to draw beauties, and the third step is to draw a hundred beautiful pictures.

It must be a very fulfilling thing to draw all the beauties in the world.

"I want to draw? I'll teach you!" The dream girl chuckled, hung the paper aside, turned her body and stood behind Jiang Yunhe, holding Jiang Yunhe's right hand with her right hand.

The dream girl was pressed on Jiang Yunhe's back. Jiang Yunhe could feel a soft hand wandering with her hand, and the soft touch behind her.

"You must concentrate on painting." The dream girl said in Jiang Yunhe's ear.

Then he told him how to write in each place and what skills to use, and his voice was clear and soft.

But in a moment, another lifelike woman fell on the paper. Her eyes and eyebrows with a clever smile were not dream girls, who wasn’t it?

Jiang Yunhe looked carefully and was really lifelike. There was a smile between his eyebrows and eyes. The hem of the clothes was carried up by the wind. The person on the painting seemed to be able to jump out of the paper at any time. I have to admit that the dream girl is much better than her.

It's about a dozen stories tall.

Jiang Yunhe put the pen aside and turned around to wash his hands.

"A problem that can be solved with one magic, why are you doing so troublesome?" The dream girl leaned against the edge of the table and watched Jiang Yunhe wash his hands carefully.

"I'm used to it." Jiang Yunhe said. "The magic is indeed very convenient, but life also requires a little sense of ritual."

"handwashing?"

"So too, washing hands." Jiang Yunhe smiled, obviously it was difficult for the dream girl to understand her behavior.

"Why are you here?"

"Can you go out and have a walk? I haven't made any progress in Yongcheng yet." The dream girl said expectantly.

Jiang Yunhe glanced outside and saw it was drizzling, drizzling like silk.

"I like rainy days, and it makes me feel very comfortable." The dream girl looked outside with his eyes, in high spirits.

"Would you please accompany me to take a walk?" The dream girl pulled Jiang Yunhe's sleeve.

"Okay." Jiang Yunhe thought about it, and he agreed after he had nothing to do.

Seeing Jiang Yunhe nodding, the dreamer suddenly jumped up and pulled out a one-meter-long white paper umbrella from her sleeve, with red petals floating on it.

"Let's go." The dream girl pulled Jiang Yunhe out through the window, and the two fell outside the Cheng family.

The dream girl covered the two with an umbrella. It was drizzling outside, but the small space under the umbrella made its own world.

The two of them walked on the stone road, looking at the shops and pedestrians on both sides, and from time to time, they could see mortal warriors carrying weapons, and occasionally monks.

A team of cliff Taoist soldiers ran over the two of them barefoot, walking as fast as they could, only a little slower than the galloping horse.

"I'm afraid something is going to happen again." Jiang Yunhe and the others looked at the direction of the team of Taoist soldiers outside the city and sighed immediately.

"Don't think so much. This is the first time you've been shopping with me." The dream girl pulled Jiang Yunhe's arm and walked forward. She didn't care what happened outside the city now, and who died.

Jiang Yunhe was sober and walked aimlessly with the dream girl. When he passed by the restaurant, he could see the scholar talking loudly inside, carrying a noble spirit.

At the entrance of the alley, I saw the slim girl holding an umbrella, and my tail was exposed under the hem of the skirt.

A child sitting on a big tree that no one noticed was seen, looking at the house not far away, with yearning in his eyes.

Jiang Yunhe felt that this market was much more interesting than those monks.

The two walked around for half an afternoon and finally stopped before hundreds of steps. Above was a huge temple with the words "Medical King" written on it.

This is where the local incense god - the Medicine King God is located.

A god of incense that is comparable to a real person.

It is said that in his early years he was a doctor walking between villages. Later, he encountered a major epidemic and countless people lived.

Later, people built this temple and became the God of Medicine King under the incense and worshipped every day.

Even on rainy days, the incense in the Yaowang Temple is still prosperous. Countless pilgrims with umbrellas walk on the steps, and not far below the steps, there are incense, fruit, amulets, and umbrellas, which are lively.

"Do you want to go up?" Jiang Yunhe asked, standing in front of the steps and tilting his head.

"No, the monk will not worship the gods. If he goes up, he will not worship, which is somewhat disrespectful." The dream girl shook her head and pulled Jiang Yunhe and was about to walk aside.

Jiang Yunhe turned around and saw three people coming down not far away. First, a woman in white looked familiar, and behind were two maids.

The other party was stunned when he saw the two of them and nodded with a smile.

After Jiang Yunhe left, he recalled and suddenly remembered who the other party was.

It was his goal, Ji Shize, who had met before, but his attention was mainly focused on Qingling Tongzi and Ji Changyu at that time, and he didn't have a deep impression of her.

Just missed it, Jiang Yunhe didn't take it seriously.

This is not an opportunity to make friends, after all, there is a bottle of oil around you.
Chapter completed!