Fu Canglu

Chapter 137
On the day the great beauty Liu of Luoyang came out of the pavilion, it is said that this great beauty is excellent in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Indeed, the great beauty Liu deserved her name, and the skill she displayed was truly exquisite.Trial chords plus a couple of songs, the sound of the piano is touching; as for the chess skills revealed. With the hands-on discussion with the wine leader, Mr. Yi, the chess board was slowly put on the table for replay, and some young players in the Northern Wei Dynasty who were good at chess The dignitaries frowned and watched the game and became silent. The fight between the two sides was reaching a point of intense excitement. The action of the Liu Confucian chess player who took the initiative to surrender nearly half of the chess game made a tug-of-war that should have been exquisite. The battle has become a pity nineteen fragments.

Judging from these two arts, Liu Rushi is indeed qualified to be famous in Luoyang, and he is truly a big oiran worth a thousand dollars.

Everyone here is looking forward to the performance of calligraphy and painting after piano and chess.

It's just that the big beauty Liu seemed to be disturbed by a farce, and she was silent for a while behind the big red screen. The woman who was sitting upright was still enchanting but seemed a little careless, reflected on the big red screen, standing alone, looking a little dazed Preoccupied.

The white-robed old fox was delighted to see the ecstatic appearance of the girl behind the big red screen. Even in a daze, the still beautiful silhouette swayed on the big red screen. Tilt up Erlang's legs, and smash his mouth with every mouthful.

There was no sound behind the seat.

They've all learned how to be good, this sloppy man in white robe doesn't speak, no one dares to make a sound.

Yi Xiao smiled unkindly, knowing that the beauty Liu on the stage was really in a trance, and she was probably really surprised by her bold move to return the carbine, while the old fox in white robes under the stage did it on purpose, hanging on deliberately These Northern Wei dandies and dignitaries.

His Highness didn't look back, the smile on his face became a little more gloomy.

He didn't believe that the sly man in white robe who was as cunning as a fox didn't know the news of Master Su's death, and he didn't believe that Liu Chanqi, a murderous figure who once fought against a city by himself, would let go of the family that once tried to kill him.

Sitting lazily on a long wooden bench, this white-robed old fox looked as immobile as a mountain, with his eyes slightly squinted, feeling uneasy.

But he once said to himself that Luoyang would be turned upside down.

Then this white-robed man will definitely make Luoyang uneasy.

Tiansulou is just a starting point.

Yi Xiao silently dipped his fingers in some wine, and lightly sketched the two numbers thirteen on the wine table.

Thirteen lives in Tiansu Tower, today is a good time to liquidate them, the white-robed old fox will not let these people go, but how many lives should be paid for?Of the 32 Marquis of the Northern Wei Dynasty, how many of them will survive after tonight?

That Emperor Wei would not let it go, and he would not just sit and wait for his heirs to die in Luoyang.It's a pity that the master of the purple shirt is not there, and the white-robed old fox has entered Luoyang for 13 years with his own poison test. These methods on the table can't do anything to this rough-skinned and thick-skinned Buddhist guest.

What should Luoyang do?
His Royal Highness fell into silent thinking. He has always positioned himself as a planner. Before he practiced, he had no intention of playing with a sword. Calculation and layout at least one step ahead of the opponent is a necessary condition for victory.

The white-robed old fox pointed out his identity today. After today, Yi Xiao has a talisman. The old fox can walk sideways, and he, Mr. Yi, can kick on Hou 32's face.

But the white-robed old fox is qualified to play fiercely with Luoyang, Yi Xiao thought that he couldn't face a lot of Luoyang masters head-on, and always had to leave a retreat for himself and Yi Xiaoan.

He began to deduce silently with the lotus plant.

Zhang Xiaoyu watched in horror as the word Thirteen was lightly outlined by Mr. Yi in black on the wine table.As the number one dandy in Luoyang, he naturally knew that since everyone Su left in Tianshulou, several wealthy young masters brought troops to make trouble, and those who could not bear the humiliation and hanged to death happened to be thirteen lives.

The number thirteen became extremely sensitive at this moment.

Could it be that this white-robed man came to Tiansu Tower today just to find those people to liquidate?
Without showing any signs, Zhang Xiaoyu took a glance at the weird guy who hugged his shoulder affectionately and clinked glasses with him from time to time, and complained that this man hadn't showered for at least a month.

While holding his breath and drinking, he was deeply glad that he didn't come to Tiansu Tower to make trouble after Master Su passed away.

The house was silent.

Zhang Xiaoyu knew that this was the calm before the storm.

He swallowed the wine with lingering fear.

The reason why the overlord's idea of ​​fighting hard was not put into practice at the beginning. I asked myself that the unruly young master of the Zhang family had followed the rules of Master Su in Tiansu Tower for the first time, and even followed the rules after Master Su passed away. He would never force Tiansu Miss Lou meant to have sex, of course it wasn't that Mr. Zhang's brother had changed his temper, he really found out that he became a monk in the dandy world as he said.

Zhang Xiaoyu is willing to spend money to buy fun in Tiansu Tower honestly, act according to the rules, and all follow the good words given by his father, Wan Jinhou, who has been cautious for half his life, so that he understands that Tiansu Tower can stand in Luoyang for so many years. The reason for the downfall.

It's not just because of Mr. Su who left the world's No. [-] family and made a lot of noise, but also because of the pillar supporting the sky behind Tiansu Tower.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought about his father's words: "If that man returns to Luoyang one day, if he wants to kill people, he will definitely use the unruly people in Tiansulou as the knife."

A prophecy.

Older gingers are more spicy.

For 13 years, I haven't seen what the big devil said by my parents looks like, and there are only two kinds of cognition about masters, one is able to break a big stone in the chest, and the other is able to break many big stones in the chest.

Zhang Xiaoyu saw what might and domineering is today, and only then did he realize that his knowledge of the cultivation world was so poor.Dozens of men who seemed to him to be able to crush boulders in their chests were rubbed back and forth on the ground by the white-robed man, crushing them so tightly that they could not move.

Crushing is not on the same level at all.

Brother Zhang's family had lingering fears in his heart, but at the same time he secretly laughed, and when the white-robed man went on a killing spree, he would be able to broaden his horizons.

About a stick of incense time.

Finally the woman behind the big red screen came to her senses.

Liu Damei rubbed her brows through the screen, as if she had left behind a very troublesome matter, only to realize that there seemed to be a large number of people waiting for her in the audience.

She said softly, "I'm showing my ugliness."

The soft voice fell to the bone.

The big red screen was pulled away by a pair of hands.

This great beauty had already shown her face under the accident of the big red curtain before, and now she appeared on the stage without the surprise that she had been waiting for a long time. Her facial features are naturally beautiful, but they are not natural. On the contrary, she has a strange blush on her face, giving people a feeling An extremely absurd feeling.

The big oiran of Tiansu Tower actually has the shy look of the little daughter's family?

Liu Rushi pursed his lips silently, and hung the right side of the scroll on the end of the big red curtain.

She silently stretched the huge ink scroll, and slowly walked from one side of the stage to the other.

Qinqi calligraphy and painting.

After piano and chess, there is calligraphy and painting.

Such a huge scroll, half calligraphy and half painting, slowly unfolded under a pair of jade hands.

It was a bit difficult for Liu Rushi to drag this huge scroll, but she stubbornly insisted on unrolling it by herself, slowly spreading it bit by bit.

The white-robed old fox didn't open his mouth, so naturally no one would urge him.

So everyone kept absolutely quiet, watching the beautiful woman on the stage walking alone dragging a huge painting.

Liu Rushi completed a giant painting.

She turned her back to everyone, and smiled softly with a low, inaudible voice.

"Aunt Su. Did you see it?"

"I finished."

This giant painting was drawn up ten years ago when she was still young, and Aunt Su forced herself to paint carefully after studying every day.

Aunt Su said to herself that life is like a painting, and that every stroke should not be missed, and that one must strive for one's breath in life, and Liu Rushi, if you want to be a master, you must strive for yourself.

In order to make this painting, Liu Rushi did not know how many times he secretly cried in the middle of the night. The light ink on the ink painting was somewhat covered by the years, and what was covered was the traces of his tears ten years ago.

Ten years ago, she was carelessly transporting ink.

Forced to draw ten years of youthful years on this huge picture scroll, Liu Rushi never held any resentment against Master Su in his heart.

There is only regret, regret that I didn't finish it before Aunt Su left, so that Aunt Su could take a look at it.

So in the month after everyone Su left, Rushi Liu worked hard day and night to add a paragraph to this giant painting that should have been completed.

The giant painting was slowly hoisted up.

A weak woman spent more than ten years of painstaking efforts.

Moon in Dongguan, and then Wanli Futu in the Northern Wei Dynasty, from Dongguan to Xiguan.

The painting style is over.

How many miles of mountains and rivers are there?
Innumerable.

The strokes range from immature to sophisticated, from childish to mature, and at the end there is a touch of killing breath.

To the north of the picture scroll is Beiyuan, hidden in the wind and snow.

Down south is Qiliang, covered by the waves of the Qijiang River.

"The Cangsheng Picture of the Great Wei Dynasty."

Liu Damei gently tied up her green hair at the temples.

She said with a blank face: "Everyone is laughing."

Yi Xiao silently looked at the ink painting that was worthy of ten years of painstaking effort. How much painstaking effort did this woman spend on this painting scroll in the past ten years?

No one can tell.

From the point of view of the East Gate, His Royal Highness has moved bit by bit, and the Northern Wei Dynasty has thousands of miles of floating soil, famous mountains and great rivers, and nothing has been missed.

Finally, the painting style came to an end.

At the border with Xiguan, the pen began to become extreme.

Violent, murderous.

Splashing ink fiercely, separated a natural moat at Xiguan.

Liu Rushi did not reveal the hidden other half of this scroll.

"Everyone, how much is this painting and calligraphy worth based on the part that has been opened?" The woman lowered her eyes and laughed at herself.

Yi Xiao squinted her eyes, staring at the remaining part of the giant painting that had not been uncovered.

The white-robed old fox lightly tapped his fingers on the table.

"10 taels!"

"20 taels!"

"50 taels!"

There was an explosive sound from below.

Then the white-robed old fox tapped on the table again.

Suddenly there was silence.

The white-robed old fox said hoarsely: "Pull again."

Yi Xiao watched the woman expressionlessly uncover the remnants of the huge painting with murderous brushstrokes bit by bit.

A woman's face with a delicate smile came into view, followed by the huge face of a second charming woman.

Thirteen women's faces, each with its own merits, were hidden at the end of the scroll by the big oiran Liu.

At this moment, she was suddenly pulled away.

The white-robed old fox did not speak, and silently looked at the thirteen female faces on the giant painting.

No finishing touches.

They smiled at everyone in Tiansu Tower, but their eyes were empty.

Zhang Xiaoyu swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Everyone, this painting is now fully opened."

The woman who resolutely opened the giant painting was smiling, and she gently touched the 13 portraits that she had painstakingly drawn for a month, her brows were full of tenderness.

Yi Xiao suddenly saw the signed name in the lower right corner of the giant painting.

Liu Rushi.

His Highness realized in a daze that this woman's weird syllables made him misunderstand her name all the time.

Liu Rushi, Liu Confucian scholar.

The woman on the stage suddenly laughed at herself.

"This painting is from me, Liu Rushi. Will the price be higher?"

She had thought that she would vent all her anger, at least at the top of her lungs.

But she didn't.

Liu Rushi just stood quietly on the stage, neither angry nor happy, and calmly asked in an extremely calm voice.

"Or, just like these thirteen human lives, it's not worth mentioning?"

(End of this chapter)