Vol 11 Chapter 89: Wang Jianwang

"It's not too much." Inklessly replied, no one looked at Li Qingshan. "Where have we seen it?"
Although his eyes are not cowardly, they are different from the dead white of the blind, but more like the white space in the painting, which contains a far-reaching space that reflects all the things in the world.
Li Qingshan suddenly had a feeling of being naked under the ice and snow, and there was no feeling of shackles. The blank eyes, through his body and soul, were searching for something, his almost instinctive urging, this feeling Dissipate, smiled: "It should be no, otherwise I must be impressed!"
Although Li Qingshan had a kind of conjecture, he did not dare to confirm this. After all, the conjecture is too amazing. How could it be so clever? And it doesn't really feel like it.
"It should be." Ink has no trace.
I do not know when, Heming and Qinyin calm down, only the snow fell, the two men looked at each other, confirming a certain suspicion in the heart, although they felt that this suspicion is somewhat unbelievable, but there is a very subtle feeling.
The line of destiny that once broke, at this moment, began to entangle again.
"My master has been in the world for many years. You don't know if it is normal."
Yan Danqing felt the strange atmosphere. While taking a round field, he took the red umbrella in the hands of the ink and welcomed him into the pavilion.
"Do you remember my name?" Li Qingshan returned to his seat and, unconsciously, no longer matched the previous generation.
"Li Qingshan, is a good name." Innocent also sat down, long clothes and sleeves down. Long hair almost falls to the ground.
"Aoyama, I have not mentioned you with the master!" Yan Danqing tried to ease the atmosphere.
"I also think that this name is good, why do you need to bury the bones, and where life is not green." Li Qingshan screamed.
"Good poetry." There seems to be a strange surprise in the ink.
"Aoyama, I still don't know, your name is originally from this!"
"I don't know the word "no trace", but also from that poem?" Li Qingshan played with the wine cellar.
"The name is nothing, no poems can be mentioned!"
"That's really a pity." Li Qingshan shook his head and sighed. Is it a false name or a pseudonym?
Suddenly said: "I think of a poem, people like Qiu Hong to have a letter. Things like a dream of no trace!"
"People like Qiu Hong come to have a letter. Things are like a spring dream without a trace." Innocent and low-pitched, as if immersed in the poem.
"Aoyama, for a long time, you have not only cultivated as a great advance. It has also become a great poet. It is really disrespectful."
Yan Danqing was surprised. In his impression, Li Qingshan has nothing to do with the word "文雅", how suddenly changed his temperament today. And the master is also somewhat unusual.
"Don't forget, I am a novelist disciple." Li Qingshan smiled slightly and said nothing to ink: "I don't have any gifts for the first time, I will give this poem to the friends as a face-to-face ceremony. A cup of Danqing wine!"
"You are a very elegant gift." Yan Danqing smiled, but he did not trace the ink: "Do not accept!" Unable to look awkward, worried about Li Qingshan.
"Why not?" Li Qingshan did not have the color of anger and surprise, and slowly tasted Danqing wine.
"Poetry is a good poem, but the text is not correct. At this time, there is neither Qiuhong nor Chunmeng." There is no trace of ink on the outside of the pavilion.
"This is also true." Li Qingshan strolled to the pavilion and thought about it. "How about this one? Thousands of mountain birds are flying, thousands of people are gone, solitary boats, and fishing alone."
"Good poetry!" Yan Danqing said: "Aoyama, I can't see you have such a literary talent!"
"Over the prize!" Li Qingshan smiled.

While the text is correct, it has nothing to do with ‘no trace’.

Innocent ink has been indulged for a while, but it has been denied, so that Dan Danqing suddenly feels awkward. I don’t know that the master suddenly became so picky, as if he wanted to find Li Qingshan’s troubles.
"There will be no traces. If you have said anything, things that have been done will always leave some traces. Even those things that you think have been erased may eventually jump out again." Li Qingshan’s meaningful road .
"If you can erase it once, you can erase it twice, and it doesn't matter." The ink has no trace of the front: "In your body, I have a favorite gift, I don't know if you will refuse to cut love."
"What do you want to collect from Daoyou? Despite the way!" Li Qingshan opened his arms.
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Li Qingshan’s flash of light flashed, and he could not help but look forward to Dan Danqing.
"Sorry, Castle Peak, the teacher asked me when I was healing..."
Yan Danqing apologized. When he encountered no trace of ink in the past, he had not fully recovered the wounds he had repaired. The ink was not only wounded for him, but also showed extraordinary and extraordinary paintings, which made him determined to worship him. For the teacher.
"It doesn't matter, it's all trivial!"
Li Qingshan did not care. He and Yan Danqing were only friends, and they were one level worse than the mentoring relationship. And Dan Danqing always respected the teacher and naturally did not deceive his master. And he even exposed the Shura field in his hand, and did not care about this small volume.
"But it's a pity that this volume is not in my hands, and I will not give it to others."
"Where did you get it from?" No trace of ink went where to go. Just ask where this came from, so that Li Qingshan more and more determined his own guess, so he said: "A good friend sent it."
"What is the name of your good friend?"
"North Moon!" Li Qingshan slightly decapitated, thick eyebrows and a pair of eyes, watching the ink in front of no trace.
"Is it the North Moon that was killed by the Ink Dragon King in Longzhou?" Yan Danqing was amazed, and he made a nap in the words, and looked at the ink without a trace.
Li Qingshan became more and more aware, and asked: "Does the ink road friend know me a good friend?"
"Knowing ~EbookFREE.me~ ink has no traces.
Li Qingshan suddenly laughed and laughed. The laughter broke the silence, and then he did not turn to temptation. He pressed his hands on the stone table and leaned forward, forcing him to have no trace of ink. He said bluntly: "Do you want to be a Mohai Dragon King?"
"Exactly."
"master……"
Yan Danqing is somewhat awkward. In fact, after so many years of getting along, he has already guessed the identity of inklessness. No one in the world is a nameless generation. However, since the master does not say, he should not be too tempted to be a disciple.
"I don't know the word of the North Moon, but also from He Shi?" Ink asked no trace.
"The name is nothing, no poems can be mentioned!" Li Qingshan picked up the wine cellar, and a pair of coix seed suddenly turned red, staring at the ink without a trace, "North Moon to come to the Dragon King!"
In the eyes of the inkless blank, suddenly a pair of dark black glutinous rice is condensed. It is not the human eye, but the dragon's eye that exudes endless majesty.
The relative moment of the four eyes, the heavy snow stagnate for a while!