Chapter 339: Three hundred and forty three: Farewell

Chapter 339: Farewell
For Mi Bai, this parting is destined to be very sad.
Because he didn't know when he would see Xu Laoying next time.
It may be three years, it may be five years, it may be ten years, or it may never be seen again.
Even if he doesn't care about the current affairs of Xiling, Xu Laoying's feat of smashing the Xiling family with a sword has already spread all over the streets and alleys, and the saints in the stories circulating in the streets always make him feel unreality.
Although he has personally seen Xu Laoying's strength against the enemy, and even the heroic figure of the golden dragon holding the sword, but in these days with him, he can always forget the other party's identity as a warrior, only remember Xu Laoying's innocent heart , And his love for painting and calligraphy. If there are real friends in this world, Mi Bai feels that they are both.
It's just that he knows that the way of painting and calligraphy is everything to him, but for Xu Laoying, he has more important things. After all, on the top of Chixia Mountain, Xu Laoying once vomited dreams to Wanli Hongyun quietly.
The two are different after all.
My dream is to raise children and grow up, and the other's dream is to become the holy lord of the Xu family. In the process of pursuing their dreams, the two will eventually drift away. Maybe one day they suddenly look back, and even the other's back is missing. .
But Mi Bai will never forget the enthusiastic knight who once met the peerless swordman who descended from the sky on the star-moon coral rhinoceros and said that he would not save people but would kill people.
Friends are destined to have a separate day, but the love will last forever. Mi Bai turned around and took out the two painting tubes from the back basket, and looked at the two young men who were fighting together with a smile.
Because Xu Laoying was holding the wine bottle and pouring it into his mouth with his head up, there were still several jugs lying on the table.
Just for a while, the two had already made sixteen bottles of wine, and the waitress had gone back and forth three times.
Tons tons tons tons tons~
Xu Laoying sucked the last drop of the eighth bottle of Zhuyeqing into his mouth, "Ha~", put down the empty hip flask, and hiccuped.
"Brother." After drinking eight bottles of wine, Xu Laoying finally felt the stamina of the bamboo leaf green: "Your drinking capacity has increased, and I am considered to be 50% strong!"
In the face of this bragging, Tang Luo only drank the last sip of wine, put the bottle neatly in front of him, and asked with a smile: "I haven't started yet, why do you think you are going to fall?"
The strengthened body rescue ability is amazing, not to mention the Void Stomach guarantee. From today, you can call me Dionysus~ Tang Luo is secretly happy.
Where did the sage son who drink purely on strength know these, and can only force his respect.
"Who said I'm going to fall ~ hiccups~" Xu Laoying's face became redder and red, and he murmured: "I didn't even fall when you fell! Hiccups~"
If it were not for these continuous alcohol hiccups, this would be more convincing. Mi Bai smiled and said, "Old Ying, take a rest, and Brother Tang. There is a gift for both of you."
"Gift!?" Upon hearing this, Xu Lao Ying turned to Mi Bai, touching the back of his head and smilingly said: "That's so embarrassing, ahhahaha, ahhahahaha."
I didn't see how embarrassed you were. Tang Luo smiled secretly when he looked at his cousin.
Mi Bai was also amused by Xu Laoying’s appearance, but the gentleman Qianqian seemed to have been trained to endure laughter, but with a slightly raised mouth, he passed the bamboo painting tube in his hand to Xu Laoying, and also another wooden painting tube. Handed it to Tang Luo.
"Me too?" Tang Luo took the painting tube, but he didn't feel embarrassed, because he already regarded Mi Bai as a friend.
Before entering the Little Spirit World, he asked Fober to play a play in the deserted courtyard and asked him to rent the courtyard to Mi Bai.
With Chang Fu’s ability, this matter was naturally done properly, but to Tang Luo's surprise, Chang Fu told him after returning that Mi Bai is a real modest gentleman, and if he is admitted to the mansion, he can entrust him. Important task.
Of course Tang Luo wondered why Chang Fu, who has always been rigorous, would boast so much, so he asked why.
It turns out that after moving into the deserted courtyard, Mi Bai didn't regard this deserted courtyard as her own place. The first time Chang Fu appeared and showed his identity, Mi Bai apologized and never knew where to take out a dilapidated money. The bag was handed to Chang Fu respectfully.
The money was saved when Qingfeng was the secretary, and there was also the balance after it was distributed. Since the day Mi Bai gathered the orphans into the deserted courtyard, he has saved these "rents", waiting for the owner of the deserted courtyard Show up.
Mi Bai has always been poor, but no matter how poor he was, he never thought of using this part of the rent, because he knew it was his rightfulness.
As the manager of the Tang family, Chang Fu has seen countless people. Over time, he has a set of experience. For example, when you are in poverty, you need to see a person's persistence. Those who are poor but still stick to the bottom line are destined to turn over one day;
Success depends on a person's virtues. When you are rich and noble, you still don't feel arrogant, and you will be more prosperous.
This evaluation made Tang Luo put down his guard against Mi Bai, because he saw the gratitude of the other party.
It is a joy to make friends with someone who knows how to be grateful.
On the other side, Xu Laoying didn't have that much thought. The first time he took over the painting tube, he couldn't wait to open it. As soon as he opened the lid, a scent of ink came out.
"Oh~Yuanmo, Lao Bai, you can do it!" As a sage who loves the way of calligraphy, Xu Laoying can be described as precious to all the literary utensils of all continents.
The ink and ink ingots in the world are better than Yuanmo.
Yuanmo is produced in the two cities of Yuanzhou Tunshui and Heyu. It is made of more than ten precious materials such as tung oil smoke, musk, borneol, gold leaf, pearl powder, etc. The process is complicated.
The finished Yuanmo has a reputation of being light, polished, smelling sweet, firm as jade, researched silently, a bit like lacquer, and has the reputation of being true to life. It is a necessary product for Yuanzhou calligraphy and painting.
Xu Laoying couldn't be more clear about the off-white conditions. He even gave up Yuanmo to paint. He couldn't wait to see how masterful it was.
Shake the scroll aside, a magnificent cloud and sea map leaps on the paper, thick ink, outline; light ink, contrast; light color, rendering. Follow the stone steps inexplicably extending from the clouds one by one, slowly upward.
Chixia Peak soars into the sky, like a divine sword that opens the sky and the earth is about to poke a hole in the sky, a corner is missing from the top of the mountain, and the three young people face the sea of ​​clouds in different poses. One of them stands on the edge of the cliff with his hands on his back, the other crosses his knees Sitting on his left side, there is a lazy and feeble man, leaning against the rock halfway.
Isn't this exactly the scene of Chixia Peak, where the three people chanted their wishes? The vivid paintings pulled Xu Laoying's thoughts back to the Chixia Peak that day.
The only masterpiece of the poet poetry surviving in the world, the scene where the three of them are chanting their wishes towards the sea of ​​clouds, and the embarrassing appearance of the two lying on the edge of the cliff, made him smile knowingly, and moved his eyes to the upper right of the scroll.
"Wangyue·Cloud Sea"-Poetry Saint
Will be the top of the Ling, a glance at the mountains!
Xu Laoying's heart was agitated, and his wine was gone. No matter how long he took, he would never forget the shock this poem had brought him.
(End of this chapter)