Chapter 50 Black Feather Ink

After coming out of the pawnshop, Lin Yi found that the flow of people on the street had increased a lot. Customers are busy going in and out, and the store is busy smiling for promotion. I don't know how real the smile on his face is.

Of course, these so-called true and false have nothing to do with Lin Yi. He is just a practitioner, a practitioner with all kinds of needs.

Having silver on hand means that the whole person's situation will become rich. Lin Yi walked into a cloth store with the 600 taels of silver tickets he had just exchanged. After choosing a few sets of neat clothes, he came out in one of them.

It makes sense as the saying goes that people rely on clothes. Looking around, Lin Yi can't help but become full of spring and elegant after changing into new clothes. He has his unique literary spirit in the past and looks very beautiful.

Although the spine behind him is arched after all, and he looks like a teenager of only fourteen or fifteen years old, his differences can be seen both in his calm temperament when walking and in his deep and long-lasting pupils. After all, there is no such young teenager who will be as sophisticated and calm as he is at this moment.

The tattered clothes were faded, and no one looked at him with contemptuous eyes. However, his depressed image of a camel always attracts the attention of others, such as the ridicule of a rich young man. For example, an official eunuch's daughter was cold-eyed and disdainful, and Lin Yi turned a blind eye. He walked farther and farther, and finally walked out of the spacious street in the center of Liao City and began to walk towards a particularly quiet stone and brick path to the extreme.

On both sides of the stone brick path are willow trees, with tender green wicker trees hanging down. The surrounding people are all large families, and the houses are huge but not crowded. The keepers standing at the door looked serious and didn't say a word. Even their bright eyes and dull look had never turned at all because of Lin Yi's passing, like sculptures without vitality.

"Is this the ancient street?" Lin Yi walked alone on the street and muttered to himself at the scene in front of him, with some indescribable surprise in his eyes.

The street was quiet, and the quietness made him depressed until an inexplicable crisis appeared behind him.

Turning around, Lin Yi saw a speedy carriage in the distance. The carriage was quickly pulled by a white horse in front of him, and the wooden wheel rumbling. He hurriedly made way to avoid being hit by the carriage. The carriage flashed past his side and ran to the distance. Not far away, Lin Yi saw that the gorgeous carriage began to slow down and slowly turned into a deep alley.

"Isn't that the location of the 13th Lane of Ancient Street?" Lin Yi thought secretly while speeding up the pace of catching up. I don't know why he began to be inexplicably nervous, as if there was something important waiting for him, and who was the payer and why did he open such a rich ink painting workshop on this luxurious street?

The carriage that turned into the alley in front of him went in for a while and then came out again. It was still the white horse pulling the carriage. The groom waved a long whip, and his face was much lighter than when he came.

Lin Yi didn't care about the round trip of the carriage. He knew that the nobleman in the carriage had got off the carriage, so he kept walking forward and was about to get close to the corner of the deep alley.

The alley is very deep, and there is no sunlight coming in. It is surrounded by two towering walls, which completely divides the two court houses that do not go with each other. Lin Yi walks in, walking faster and deeper and deeper. But no matter how deep the alley is, there will eventually come to an end, so before Lin Yi has reached the end, he has seen the Hao house at the end, and there is a huge wooden plaque on the door of the mansion, which is inscribed with four big words "Moyan Painting Square" with dragon flying and phoenix dancing.

Setting up the painting workshop in an extremely gorgeous mansion, I have to say that the owner of the painting workshop is very generous and generous. Lin Yixin thought that he would come here to pay back the noodles, and he couldn't help but feel a little uninteresting.

After all, people who can have such a large painting workshop will not care about the noodles money on a few bowls of roadside stalls.

The gate stood straight in the distance, majestic and artistic. Lin Yi paused for a moment until a long time later, he finally strengthened his inner thoughts and walked forward again.

"Even if he is rich, he can't eat others for nothing. Although it's just a matter of a few taels of silver, if I don't return it, it's my moral deficiency." Lin Yi said secretly in his heart, and then he was more sure of the truth of repayment and walked to the mansion.

"The teenager went to the painting workshop and didn't know what happened?" As soon as he entered the mansion, a magnetic voice came to his ears. Lin Yi turned his head and looked at the person who made a sound and found that it was a pretty young man who was quite boring. The young man is handsome, his face is casual, with a moon-like faint smile on the corners of his mouth, and his clear eyes look straight at Lin Yi, but there is no mockery of people with low eyes.

Seeing that the other party asked so, Lin Yi should have replied politely and said, "It's not important. I just ate a few bowls of thick noodles at the noodle stall yesterday, but later the people from the painting workshop helped me pay for the noodles in advance, so I came here today and prepared to pay back the noodles."

After listening to Lin Yizhi's words, the young man nodded very old and smiled faintly, "The teenager has a heart. Go in. The person who pays for you is inside." Lin Yi thanked him and turned around to enter the house, but the young man suddenly said, "I don't know the name of the teenager?"

"Lin Yi." Lin Yi did not have any scruples and answered honestly.

"My name is Zhu Moyang. Remember to be careful of the people inside." Zhu Moyang smiled and kindly reminded him.

Lin Yi listened to Zhu Moyang's words, frowned slightly and did not answer again, and then turned around and walked like the door of the inner courtyard.

With a balanced rhythm, Lin Yi's body walked to the front of the door, and a familiar smell floated from the house, which was the smell of pen and ink, which had made him miss for more than ten years. However, in this familiar taste, Lin Yi keenly found that it was also mixed with laughter, men and women, vaguely full of teasing.

Lin Yi smiled and ignored the noises that were as light as mosquitoes. Step forward until as soon as he stepped into the court, several ** like black moons splashed straight from the air.

Seeing these unfriendly painters holding buckets of ink in their hands, while the ink in the bucket was spilling on his side, Lin Yi was in the studio at this moment, but did not find a trace of obsession and madness about art on their faces. They can only be full of provocation and teasing by outsiders, and look forward to the darkness of outsiders being sprayed with ink, as if this can make them crazy and become a qualified artist.

As a practitioner, Lin Yi will naturally not be rough with these ordinary rich brothers, but he will not let the other party continue to take an inch. Moreover, he is wearing new clothes just bought from the cloth store and does not want to be stained by ink like this. The last scene was ugly and dark.

So, he had to stop it.

Although it is only a slight movement of the finger, it has achieved the ultimate control of the surrounding atmosphere of heaven and earth. The index finger on Lin Yi's right hand rolled slightly, and the breath of heaven and earth in his body suddenly gushed out of his palm. He controlled the breath of heaven and earth that mortals could not see, but suddenly condensed, as if two umbrellas were formed around it, making several rounds of dark ink moon spilled in the air slowly separate from the middle to both sides, and finally He was directly avoided by these two invisible umbrellas.

Therefore, the ink happened to pass by him, but there was no contact at all, which was really just right.

Of course, there are few people here who can see him use the spirit of heaven and earth so skillfully. There is one young man outside the door, several noble students in the painting room, and one is the virtuous gentleman on the painting table.

After the ink was separated by the invisible umbrella, it was spilled on the ground along the free fall. The black ** began to spread all over the ground, rolling along the lines of the board, and finally rendered stains on the precious board. But because of the block stain caused by these ink, the ink on the board looks like an incomparable landscape painting with an extremely huge artistic conception composed of countless pieces.

Moreover, such landscape paintings are not natural, but seem to have been deliberately done by someone.

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