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It is approaching dusk.

Compared to yesterday, there are more than twice as many people who have found him to ask for calligraphy and paintings today.

Reaped a lot.

His expression was still so sad or happy, and he could not see any significant changes, just like his name.

Water is not swayed.

Water is flowing, but it does not cause any turbulence. Such a name seems to represent a transcendent state at the moment of concentration.

Speaking of this, it is a pity, because so far, there are not many people in the world who know his real name.

"One, two, three...twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight. Interestingly, I wrapped my twenty-eight red lines today, which reminded me of the twenty-eight constellations. I just don't know if they are now high and look down on the world with the majesty of the gods, or if they have reincarnated and experienced disasters as a storyteller said."

Shui Wulan held the twenty-eight red threads and looked at them for a long time before putting them in his arms and hiding them.

As he said, the coincidental number of "Twenty-Eight" made him feel interesting from the bottom of his heart, but his face still showed no sign of smiling.

This kind of joy and anger is not reflected in his expression, and it belongs to the category he hated most when he was a child.

Now, I have lived like that step by step and can't turn back.

Apart from the numb habit, it is an occasional sigh.

Looking at the twilight approaching in dusk and preparing to close the stall, Shui Wulan really sighed.

But this time, no one around appreciates and pays attention to it anymore.

"I'll get a painting."

Very pleasant sound, suddenly but not presumptuous.

When Shui Wulan heard the sound and looked up, the person who came also bent down and looked at each other, all of which had more or less unexpected expressions.

"But I'm ready to close the stall."

He didn't even think too much and chose to refuse abnormally.

However, before coming, the other party seemed to have had a guess about this situation, and had already thought of the corresponding statement, and quickly said: "Preparation is always unchanged. Moreover, since you have chosen to set up a stall to do business, you should not prepare for a fixed time first, but consider the specific situation of the day."

Shui Wulan said: "It is undeniable that you have made some sense, but I have done enough business today and there is no need to be more."

Under the setting sun, the young man with a slightly yellow face smiled, "Businessmen should not be so easily satisfied."

Shui Wulan said seriously: "I am different from the kind of business you are talking about when you want money."

The young man nodded, "I know you are different, so he came here to find you. But because it was my first time, I accidentally got lost and went around, so I was late for a while."

Shui Wulan said: "One return to life, two return to familiarity. Today is late, and tomorrow is the same. As long as you don't have the advantage, you will be confused and want to take advantage of the rich night to go to the Mohua Gambling House to take advantage of the heavy night to have a big gamble."

At this time, the young man's eyes were already wandering among the many calligraphy and paintings on the stall, and he stretched out his touch from time to time. Shui Wulan maintained a tacit attitude towards this and did not stop him.

"I think what you mean, if I go to Mohua Gambling tonight to gamble, I will only lose, but not win?"

"It's not that I think so, it's been told by years of experience. I think I've seen many people who come in and out of the gambling house. What's the result? When will the people who are eager to make money and even make a lot of money really win? With the mentality of trying, when will the people who play in the world really lose? Small gambling is a pleasure, big gambling is harmful to their health, big gambling is a bloody fact!"

The young man squatting on the ground looked playful, "Since you know the benefits of gambling shops and gambling games, why do you still set up a stall to supply calligraphy and paintings and let others come and choose as gambling funds?"

Shui Wulan said lightly: "They are willing to bet, I am willing to see. No matter how much blood flows, as long as it doesn't touch itself, it will be no different from water. For example, you accidentally encounter a poor old woman on the road and give her a piece of meat pie to let her survive for the time being. Will she take care of her future life and death?"

The young man really shook his head.

But at the same time, his right hand had already grasped a volume of calligraphy and paintings.

Shui Wulan's eyes moved away and glanced at a corner of the painting. He was surprised that the other party had spread out the whole painting and praised: "What a "Song of the King of Sending a Son" that is indistinguishable from the true or false!"

Shui Wulan was even more shocked, "I didn't expect that my brother is a real expert in painting."

The young man shook his head and said, "The experts in the painting dare not be considered by him. But a friend happened to be with the painting saint Wu Daozi. In the past, he always heard him talk about the style of the painting saint, and he knew more or less about it."

Shui Wulan said, "Brother Tai is still modest. If you just listen, how could you catch the "Picture of the King of Sending a Son" from these high-quality imitations of calligraphy and paintings by famous masters of all dynasties?"

"A high-quality imitation?" The young man was gently stroked the pen line with his fingertips, but when he heard this, his movements suddenly stopped.

Shui Wulan was calm and said slowly: "Does my brother think that all the original works I put on this stall?"

The young man said: "That's not the case, but when you walk around the world, you only care about the truth, the false, the false, the false, and the false, among all the fakes, there should always be one of the real ones."

Shui Wulan leaned against the back wall and stretched his waist wide. "That's just what brother wishes to think of as a moral character."

The young man did not argue with him, but said, "I want this "Send a Son of the King" regardless of whether it is true or false."

Shui Wulan exhaled gently from his mouth and then asked, "I will win it if I am determined?"

The young man nodded in response.

Shui Wulan said, "Okay, meeting is fate. If you insist on wanting it, even if I have the intention to close the stall, I will be willing to give you a lesson. But I can't let you engrave your name on the doll as usual, and wrap your wrists with red threads."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to draw a picture in exchange."

The young man was immediately embarrassed, "It would be fine if he used a real item as a price. This painting is not the best person."

Shui Wulan insisted, "I said it a long time ago, brother, don't be humble. Besides, the painting I want has not yet mentioned what it is, how do you know whether it is simple or difficult?"

The young man looked at the "Picture of the King of Sending a Son" in front of him, "It's never easier than it."

Shui Wulan said: "Indeed, it is not simpler than it in general, but you can use your strengths to the fullest. Zhang Yanyuan, the minister of Dali Temple in this dynasty, had long said that he had been following the descendants of Lu, and his paintings were rare and difficult to understand. Only by looking at the traces of Wu Daoxuan, it can be said that the six laws are complete, all things must be completed, gods and man are fake, and they are extremely creative. Therefore, the spirit and charm are almost impossible to accommodate the simple; the handwriting is straightforward, so he can be free on the wall; his fine paintings are very dense, which is magical. Because of writing about the landscape of Shu Dao, he created the body of the landscape and was his own family, and his calligraphy is like Xue Shaobao... The painting saint has always been the painting saint, imitating the appearance, but not the charm. Lord Zhang is already a master of calligraphy and painting in the world, and it is not enough, let alone brother? So as long as the paintings you make yourself with your heart, there is no need to incorporate other people's things."

The young man was silent for a long time and suddenly asked, "What do you want me to draw? When will it be delivered to you?"

Water is full of color, and every word is gems. "Don't draw Buddhist ways, gods and ghosts, figures, landscapes, birds and beasts, plants and trees, towers, palaces, and temples, and the rest are with you. When you can carry the way of heaven on one shoulder and conquer the rivers and lakes, you will deliver it to me."

The young man was shocked, "What do you mean?"

Shui Wulan suddenly waved his left sleeve robe, which was clearly close to the narrow sleeves. After he danced, he emitted a strong and powerful wind. When the young man couldn't see it, except for the "Picture of the King of Sending the Son", all other calligraphy and paintings on the stall were missing.

After doing this, Shui Wulan stretched out again, stretched his waist and then grew up.

The young man was stunned and stood up immediately.

"You mean my intention, I mean his intention, his intention is human intention, and man's intention is heaven's will. Heaven and earth are ninety thousand feet, and the three feet of the world are three feet of the world. When you can draw it, you will know what it means."

"What you said is too mysterious."

"Anyway, I'm not pretending to be mysterious, I'm just saying the truth, and the truth is always unrealized overnight, and there is nothing I can do." Shui Wulan shrugged, then brushed his right sleeve robe, but this time he didn't sweep away anything, but instead bounced out a doll wrapped in red lines.

The young man reached out and looked closely and found that it was exactly what he wanted most during this trip.

"Wei Qingqiang."

As he spoke, he used his finger touching words, and the true energy star surging at the same time, erasing all the three words engraved on the doll.

Seeing this scene, Shui Wulan couldn't help but say, "Actually, you don't have to be so nervous. Anyway, the three words Wei Qingqiang are not the real name. You are the same, including brother, Wang Ke, the king of Qin, and the Ke of Jing Ke. These two words are put together, and you really don't feel that they are in conflict with each other and are contradictory?"

In the name of Wang Ke, Li Congke, who entered Longxi, grabbed the doll and froze on the spot.

Shui Wulan seemed to be at the end of his heart, and his voice kept silent, "Look at your nervousness, your name is originally a code name. If I really want to seal a person's spirit in a doll and control his three souls and seven spirits, the name is just an optional lead, just like a red line, just a mark. What I really want to do is to remember his appearance, draw him, and meet him in my dreams with the portrait at night. I heard that there is a little girl from Juxing Pavilion who also knows similar paragraphs, but most of them are not good at learning skills, otherwise Juxing Pavilion would have become another Hoshino faction, and she would have used to hide here?"

Li Congke was frightened and confused, "Aren't these your secrets?"

"Secret?" Shui Wulan tried hard to recall, "I have painted so many paintings and dreamed so many dreams. I have too many secrets. Don't worry, I won't kill you to silence you because of this. I'm still waiting for you to carry the way of heaven on your shoulders, and come to deliver my painting!"

Li Congke gradually calmed down, "I'm just afraid you will be disappointed by then."

Shui Wulan said: "Wu waves go away, and Wulan is still afraid of disappointment when he is in the wind? What he is afraid of is no hope."

Li Congke knew only a little about this and hesitated for a long time. When dusk was about to end, he picked up the "Picture of the King of Sending the Son" and turned around and left.

"Are you going to the Mohua Gambling House or back to Juxing Pavilion?"

Shui Wulan's voice came from afar behind him.

Li Congke didn't look back and just said aloud: "Buy a pot of wine, get drunk, and sort out your thoughts."

"Buy wine and get drunk to sort out your thoughts?"
Chapter completed!