Vol 5 Chapter 68: Yan Danqing

There won't be any defensive circles here!
Yan Dan Qing Si measured, stepping on the cobblestone paved path, covered with a thick layer of snow, and covered with a layer of bamboo leaves, no one cleaned.
The bamboo forest is mainly cyan, but it is also mixed with yellow, and it stretches high into the sky. In his eyes, it naturally turns into a cyan, green, emerald, goose yellow, garcinia, dim, etc., and the colors vary from stereo to flat. , turned into a delicate and meticulous brushwork.
He shook his head violently, and took these thoughts out of his mind. In the middle of the mountain, he learned the art of painting, and he is going crazy, hey, it’s better outside world!
The sister of the doctor who was diagonally opposite was really beautiful. Although the master often said that there is Yan Ruyu in the painting, he also has the power to let Yan Ruyu come out of the painting, but it is a beautiful life, different from the painting, which is the biggest difference between him and the master. The master said this It’s a distraction, but he still wants to keep it.
"Is it you?" Li Qingshan looked at Zhai Danqing who was looking forward to the left.
"It's me, I am here to see the future territory of my painter!" Yan Danqing stood up to his chest. He told him to listen to Li Qingshan's falsehood, knowing himself and knowing what to do, but he still didn't think about how to do it.
"Drinking?" Li Qingshan did not seriously squat at the desk to carry out his own writing career, but leisurely sitting under the cloister, holding a jade cup, surrounded by a jar of wine.
Although I determined the direction of writing, when I really wrote it, I still felt distressed. I turned a few laps in the room and suddenly remembered the wine that Bai Fubai gave him. He hasn’t drank it yet!
I want to follow the story of "Li Baidou's poetry and poetry" and take it out. However, I only drink a few cups. Although they are all good wines, they feel that they have less taste.
Li Taibai still wants to "make a glass of invitation to the moon. This oligarchy is really not easy to drink, thinking about it, Xiao An is preparing for the Fa Conference. Ma Lu is in hibernation, and Hua Zanzan is in retreat. Han Tieyi is also busy with military affairs. Can't get away.
There is no alcoholic friend, and suddenly sees Dan Danqing, opening the invitation.
褚丹青愣 a bit, if you prepare in your stomach, you can’t say it. He didn't drink too much, the painter was not a poet, he couldn't be drunk all day, and his mind was clear and he could have a good mind and a steady pen.
Smell the smell of wine, not to swallow.
A clear stream. Inject two jade cups from the jar.
Yan Danqing, the real name of the dog, is 21 years old. Because there is a delicate baby face. So it looks very young.
When I was begging on the streets in my childhood, I was discovered by my teacher in my hometown. Living in a strange blood, called "Blood Danqing", hence the name Danqing, with the teacher's surname. At the age of eleven, he was taken to the middle school painting by Yan Shidao and went out to the customs a month ago. This time, he was to listen to Li Qingshan’s reality.
More than a dozen jars of wine under the belly, did not wait for Li Qingshan how to set up words, Yan Danqing will recruit anything, hooked Li Qingshan neck, the net said that the heart of the nest.
"I want a woman!" Yan Danqing shouted, listening to the sound echoing in the bamboo forest, and then laughing.
Li Qingshan shook his head and sighed, good boy, look at it!
"you're drunk."
"I am not drunk! Drink, let's continue to drink!"
"Can't drink any more."
"Why don't you let me drink, I... I have money!" Yan Danqing groaned for a long time in the treasure bag. He really didn't find the silver. He took out a bunch of paintings from one brain: "I use the painting to pay the bill!"
Then Li Qingshan also got a bunch of ready-made samples to understand the artist's ability.
"You!" exclaimed, Han Qiongzhi came to Zhuxuan.
Hua Chengzan is not here, she is a second-time legalist, busy group, but I heard that Li Qingshan wants to bet, or take time, come over, but see a handsome young man almost leaning into Li Qingshan's arms, and holding a glass to Li Qingshan The wine was suddenly struck by lightning. It turned out that he had such a preference. It is no wonder that he was so dull to himself.
I also remembered that before Huashang’s retreat, she told her that she would not work hard again, only that someone would break off with me. Is Xiaohua also suffering from his poisonous hands, this Li Qingshan is not a thing, Xiaohua has just retreat, he will make another new love, hey, what am I thinking?
"Don't misunderstand, he likes women!" Li Qingshan saw at a glance what Han Qiongzhi was thinking, and quickly said. But he never imagined that Han Qiongzhi had already thought of such a complicated moment.
When the voice fell, Yan Danqing also saw three Han Qiongzhi, the wine glass in his hand: "Ah, three beautiful people, come to drink!"
"I said!" Li Qingshan shrugged his shoulders.
"Where are the drunks, ah, ten layers of refining?"
Han Qiongzhi heard Li Qingshan's explanation, only to know that this is Li Qingshan's future opponent. I really don't know if I should be happy for him. I will listen to the news, and I will give a few pictures of Li Qingshan.
I want Li’s official, the opponent who has always been, not the genius of Chutian, the seven hundred warriors of the military, even though the enemy of this series of black lotus lords have all been face-to-face, unharmed, but now they have to face this. An opponent is really hard to say...
"Don't underestimate him. The paintings he draws can defeat the ten-layer refiners of the ordinary." Although people have the habit of talking big words after drinking, Li Qingshan believes that this is not a drink, the word "Blood and Blood". It is certainly not to talk about it.
Ten years from a small to ten layers of refiners, the degree of genius is no more than the reincarnation of Chutian. The painter can condense the blood of the mind into the painting, and once he needs it, he can summon it and have the same effect as the novelist.
But you don't need to pool your will. If you have enough time, you can form an army. The world is big. It really means that you can be a different person. No one should be underestimated.
Han Qiongzhi carefully examined Qi Danqing, I really can't see this drunkard, there is a little bit of genius, even if the Chutian guy, it is still a bit crazy!
Li Qingshan lifted up Dan Danqing, found a free bedroom, and threw it on the bed. Yan Danqing immediately began to sleep.
Li Qingshan said, "I haven't enjoyed it yet."
Han Qiongzhi squatted his legs and sat on the opposite side of Li Qingshan. He took over the new wine glass that Li Qingshan handed over. He sipped and sipped: "The apricot flower brewed in Shilipu."
"Have you been there?" Li Qingshan was about to add wine to her. She had taken the jars herself.
"Cut. In the building. What wine has not been drunk."
This group of young ladies, mixed in the bustling land of Qinghe House, the luxury of the building. It can also be regarded as the desire of the tongue and the extreme entertainment.
Li Qingshan gave her a look: "In fact, I also like women."
Han Qiongzhi just drank half of the wine and suddenly could not drink. What are the lonely men and women, men and women, and so on, these thoughts rarely appear in his mind, suddenly popped up, their faces were stained with three-point drunk, and angered: "Drink and drink, say these What is nonsense?"
Inexplicably want to hear him continue to talk about it, to see what nonsense he can say, she has a large number of adults, but it does not have to blame him too much.
Li Qingshan felt that Han Qiongzhi was right. Drinking alcohol and drinking, saying what to do, do you want to learn Dan Danqing. Shouting that I want a woman?
The eyes fell on the pile of paintings. Although he waited until he was awake, he had to return it to him. Let me take this opportunity to study research.
Picking up one of the small paintings, which depicts a lifelike yellow ostrich, Li Qingshan remembered the usage of the "Swords of the Grass" and tried to infuse the infuriating.
It seemed to touch a mysterious machine. The yellow pheasant suddenly moved up, flashing its wings, making a crisp tweet, breaking free from the shackles of the drawing paper, circling a few laps around Li Qingshan, and suddenly disappeared into the bamboo forest and disappeared.
"Amount, fly away." Li Qingshan looked at the white paper in his hand, bowed, his body shape suddenly disappeared, a breathing effort, returned to the original position, holding a flaming yellow ostrich in his hand, considering How to put it into the painting again.
Han Qiongzhi was also attracted by this strange scene. He also took the opportunity to get rid of this messy thought and pick up a painting.
The wine was almost the same, but Han Qiongzhi became more and more spirited, and did not give Li Qingshan any chance to take advantage of it.
Painting is also about the same research, at least know how to put the painting back to the original, you can consider giving back to Dan Danqing, Li Qingshan suddenly raised his head, revealing a weird smile: "Run away!"
Yan Danqing suddenly woke up from his sleep, remembering the performance when he was drunk, like a hundred scratching his heart, he could not wait to take his head against the wall.
He didn't stop drinking, but he was drinking for the first time in his life. He used to live in the streets and could only drool in the wine cellar. In the mountains, his master never drunk.
I only hate that I have been reminded of childhood memories, and some of the ideas that make up for it have left such a big face. I hate that I have been in the mountains for ten years, and I have forgotten that people are sinister and difficult.
Hearing the voices of Li Qingshan and Han Qiongzhi in front of the court, they went straight out of the window and vacated, fleeing from Yunxu Island.
Those paintings are also not needed, but fortunately, there is still a trace of sobriety, and some of the insignificant works are taken out. It doesn't matter to the abominable Li Qingshan, otherwise it is really regrettable.
These paintings are mine! Li Qingshan put away the pile of paintings, and he already had a plan in his heart, knowing what he should write.
The most innocent in the world, no more than children, adults read novels, or can be indulged for a while, knowing that it is just an illusion, but the children will believe it and believe in the existence of these incredible things.
At the beginning of the novelist's originator, the demon who saw it ~EbookFREE.me~ was specifically for children.
Li Qingshan certainly can't harm children, but he knows that among the many novel categories, there is a kind of fairy tale. Every little believer, the pure heart can provide the willingness to be worth ten adults.
Fairy tale is short and succinct, and it is easier to spread than the big novels.
But the fairy tale is equally vast, so that Li Qingshan has no choice. The western fairy tale is afraid of acclimatization. Which oriental fairy tale should be said? Farting king? Simple, fun, easy to spread, and powerful and practical, what will the landslide fly?
But I think that in the eyes of the public, I have to call out such a character and pick up the light ass... Li Qingshan feels hot even if his skin is not thin.
Until I met Yu Danqing and saw his small paintings, I couldn't help but think of a very famous figure, with the black cat sheriff, King Kong gourd doll, and listed as the three idols of childhood, the ability to coincide with the painter.
And these paintings will prove his existence.
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