Chapter 8 Little Painting Saint

Leaving Jiangnan Zong's departure and Zhao Feng drove to the south of Yunzhou, and arrived at the legendary city in the south of Yunzhou after two days. The carriage entered the city of yun ge and casually found an inn to stay.

"Young master, why did you come to Chuan Ge City?" He asked bored in the room.

"Do you know who owns the largest auction in Yunzhou?" Zhao Feng asked with a smile.

"Ain't it just a merchant!" The parting said feebly, but then the parting was a little excited and said, "Young master, are you going to fight against the merchant"

Zhao Feng nodded and said to himself, "If you don't get rid of the merchant first, even if you hide your actions, you will be discovered by the merchant"

"But young master, how do you get rid of the eyes and ears of the merchants in Yunzhou?" He asked doubtfully.

"Come here," Zhao Feng called the parting to her side and whispered in the parting ear. The parting face slowly smiled and then said, "I know the young master"

"Ye-h, you go! Don't be found out," Zhao Feng said. He nodded and left the room.

Zhao Feng looked at the sky outside and went out for a walk, because there were still more than ten days before the autumn examination, students from all over the country were not in a hurry. At this time, Zhao Feng could see countless young people talking about the style of students on the road. The emperor's attention to this Yunzhou autumn examination. Zhao Feng just sighed gently and said to himself, "Maybe you won't think so on the day of the autumn examination"

Zhao Feng inquired about the place where students often gather here and said "thank you" to the poetry and painting building.

The Poetry and Painting Building, which was established in the era of Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty, now has an ungary history. In the city, whether it is the children of a rich family or students, they will come to the Poetry and Painting Building to make friends with poetry and painting, and make friends with literary talent, because now if this person enters the Ninth Academy, he will be honored as a friend.

"This prince, please show me the invitation." Zhao Feng was stopped by the receptionist as soon as he was about to enter the poetry and painting building.

Zhao Feng shook her head to show that she didn't have it. The receptionist said with embarrassment, "I'm sorry, this prince. Today is a party held by the merchant for the little painting saint. You can't enter without an invitation."

As soon as the hospitality spoke, I heard a voice from behind, "Why are you bullying people here again?"

"Oh, why did Mr. Yun bully people? It's the young man who didn't have an invitation." The receptionist was just about to lose his temper and saw a young man in a blink of an eye. Surrounded by several other white-shirted teenagers, he immediately knew that this was the thirteenth son of the Yun family's direct family in the legend.

"This, if you don't mind, how about going in with me?" Mr. Yun said to Zhao Feng

"I'm sorry to bother you." Zhao Feng saluted rudely, so he entered the poetry and painting building with the son of the Yun family

Poetry and Painting Road covers a vast area. It is divided into three floors. The first floor should be the place where ordinary students sit, while the second floor is the children of rich families, and the third floor is the room of the princes of the family. Several small paintings have been placed on the platform in the center of the poetry and painting building.

Zhao Feng, who followed the son of the Yun family, said, "Eiples who painted the Holy Mountain have been born, and the heavenly pride of other holy places have also been born"

"This brother, Yun Quanhui, the thirteenth son of the Xiayun family, doesn't know your brother's surname." Yun Quanhui's voice interrupted Zhao Feng's thoughts.

"It's sudden, Wang Xiaofeng" Zhao Feng did not use Zhao Feng but a pseudonym. After all, Zhao's surname is the nature of the Tian family. If you say it, it is not difficult to guess his identity with the mind of the thirteenth son of the Yun family.

"Oh, Brother Wang" Yun Quanhui answered and then entered his own private room on the third floor. The private room on the third floor can be seen very well on the central platform and the other private room on the third floor. Zhao Feng noticed that there were already people in other private rooms, and he thought that it seemed to be the four major families and the middle-level families in the city of Diange.

At this time, the thirteenth son of the Yun family saluted another private room from afar and then greeted some students around him and Zhao Feng to sit down.

"Brother Wang, these are the students of this autumn examination, Brother Zhang and Brother Hu. Brother Jia, Yun Quanhui sat down and introduced to Zhao Feng beside him. Zhao Feng saluted everyone with a smile, "I'm sorry to bother Mr. Thirteen and you."

Three students replied, "It should be said that we have disturbed the thirteenth son"

Yun Quanhui just smiled and asked Zhao Feng, "It seems that Brother Wang is not a student of this autumn examination and he is not like a native of Yunzhou"

"The thirteenth son, I am from Lin'an, Zhongzhou. I heard that the beauty of the mountains and places in Yunzhou is more beautiful, so I came to Yunzhou to play." Zhao Feng replied

Yun Quanhui and the three students were stunned when they heard Zhao Feng's self-introduction, "The people of the capital, and the clothes should be the children of the adult family in the nine courtyards in the capital." The three students think that they must have a good relationship with Zhao Feng. In the future, if they can at least rely on the power of this brother Wang's family to arrange a good position in high school, and Yun Quanhui's thought is different from that of the three students. "The news from the head of the family, Fengwang recently came to Yunzhou and asked us to pay more attention to the people in the capital not to conflict."

At this time, Zhao Feng did not care about the thoughts of the thirteenth son of the Yun family and the three students, but looked at the other private room and said, "There are children of the sects, which should be the children of the other three sects. Unexpectedly, the Yunzhou family has been afraid to this extent for a long time.

"Brother Wang, you came at the right time this time. Painting Saint Luomin's disciple Xiaohuasheng Zhouxuan happened to pass by the legendary city" Yunquan Huidao

"Oh, is it a legend that the beauty of the country is beautiful, and the heroes of the world all bend their waists?" Zhao Feng said curiously. Although he had never seen the little painting saint himself, he was still very famous among practitioners.

"Haha, that's right! The Piaomiao Fairy of the Piaomiao Pavilion, the Little Painting Saint of the Holy Mountain, and which of the Qingtian God Religion are recognized as the three major beauties in the field of practice," the thirteenth son of the Yun family laughed.

"For ordinary people like us, I am lucky to see the little painting saint, which is as unreal as a dream." The three students sighed

Zhao Feng just smiled and didn't say anything. After all, among the three people, he has only seen Xiao Qing's face, and the other two have just heard about it. They are also a little looking forward to this little painter

At this time, a man on the central rooftop has stepped up to the rooftop and looked around and said loudly, "Welcome to the Poetry and Painting Building. This time, I have the honor to draw the Holy Mountain and the Little Painting Holy City was invited by the merchant to meet in the Poetry and Painting Building"

When the people in the poetry and painting building heard the words of the man on the rooftop, the people who had talked to each other calmed down.

"Let's invite Mr. Shang and Xiao Huasheng first," the man said after seeing that everyone was quiet.

At this time, Zhao Feng also followed the man's gesture to look at the place of the merchant and the little painting saint. The merchant's white shirt was not handsome, and the folding fan in his hand supported the momentum of the prince of the family. And the little painting saint next to him couldn't see clearly because he covered his face with a veil.

"Thank you for participating in this painting meeting. Just at the request of the little painting saint, if you can mention the corresponding poems on these paintings in the evening. You can talk about poetry and painting with the little painting saint in the Shanzhen Building. After saying that, the merchant invited Xiaohuasheng to enter his own private room on the third floor

"You are all students of the Song Dynasty and the talents of the future Song Dynasty. The poems made are given to the waiters around you by Xiao Huasheng. Before the sunset, the small painting saint will give a name, and then I will announce the result." The man said and left the central rooftop.

There is another festival in the evening, about 11:30. I don't have a manuscript, so the most important thing is to check the quality again and again every time I finish writing. If there is a mistake in the book, please point it out in the book review