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Chapter 305: The Xi Meng Lay Buddhist in the Fanjing Yaji is the real one

Violate the Heavenly Marquis Mansion.

Xuanxing never waited for the painting "Lengzhi Mansion Gate" by the so-called "Han Miaoran", but learned that he was going to hold a "Fanjing Yaji" in Caizhou.

He didn't even know that the gathering was organized by the painting saint Han Miaoran himself.

He ordered a search of Guizhai. The shopkeeper Lai Hu came to the mansion with a little boy, and the two of them were trembling and not knowing what to do.

Lai Hu was wearing underwear in the middle of the night, his hair was a mess. He had just faced the incident of Chai Jin being kidnapped, and his mind was still a little dazed.

"Painter Han Miaoran, I have long admired him."

These words sounded like a pool of stagnant water, without any emotion at all.

Lai Hudun squatted down, not daring to raise his head, and remained motionless.

Xuanxing walked up to him, kicked him to the ground, and stepped on his fingers.

what--

He screamed in pain, his fingertips were red and bleeding.

"I never knew that the Painting Saint's hands were completely calloused. Did you paint with your feet?"

Xuanxing raised his eyebrows slightly, glared with eagle eyes, and his peripheral vision swept directly over the lady next to him.

"Snapped!"

A piece of drawing paper was thrown at his feet.

It was the unfinished painting of "Lengzhi Mansion Gate" that was found in the yard, half-baked.

The beautiful woman not far away shuddered and quietly retreated behind the curtain.

"Lord, please spare me! I was just… selling paintings to make a little money. I didn't intentionally impersonate you."

Lai Hu kowtowed repeatedly, his head banging loudly and his dark blue forehead immediately broke.

The little kid next to him widened his eyes in disbelief.

Xuan Xing turned sideways nonchalantly and glanced at him: "I am in a good mood today, so get out!"

The kneeling man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and dragged the child out, unable to stop.

I only regret that my parents didn’t give me two legs!

The two ran straight to the door, but only heard a "Cila".

The body fell to the ground with a bang.

The guard next to him picked up the man's hand with a bloody knife and dragged him behind the door.

Xuanxing sighed, quietly walked behind the curtain, gently hugged the beautiful woman, and there seemed to be some redness in his eyes.

"Ma'am, do you feel sorry for me?"

The beautiful woman shivered, not daring to breathe, and let herself be held.

"My Lord, where did you get this from..."

Xuanxing's gaze was cast towards the backs of the two men being dragged away, and his nasal cavity was suppressing the sound, neither rising nor falling.

"You know, I was once just a prince, but due to circumstances, I was inexplicably forced to become the scapegoat for the king of a fallen country."

"Now I can only call myself 'this Marquis' and take the life of one or two commoners at random."

"Ha ha……"

There were tears in his smile, and his words were full of inferiority and self-contempt, with a tearful tone.

The beautiful woman looked at him, and had no choice but to lean forward and carefully touch his heart.

The two people half hugged each other, but each had his own ideas.

Xuanxing sighed in his heart: The lay Buddhist Xi Meng in Fanjing Yaji must be the real one.

Five days later.

Many literati and poets attended the Fanjing Gathering.

Moreover, this gathering was scheduled to be held at Luanming Villa.

It is not just a place, but the name of the abandoned academy where Han Miaoran and Ling Shumo studied back then, which is in the courtyard behind their thatched cottage.

Therefore, people enjoy the scenery of winding streams, drink, write poetry, write calligraphy and paint, without being particular about trivial matters.

This elegant gathering invited sixteen people, including poets, calligraphers and painters who were familiar to him, such as Luo Wenqi, Shen Zhuyue, Cai Jiang, Song Xiang, Cheng Su, Bai Wan, Ling Shumo, etc.

The strangest thing is that not only did they invite famous scholars, but they also invited some commoners who came from nowhere.

"You seem to have invited quite a few people."

The person at the door spoke.

The person next to him curled his lips and bowed slightly: "Is it a lot?"

Ling Shumo, the inquiring one, wore a robe with long sleeves, and was calm and serene. Unlike his previous reserved official demeanor, he now possessed a certain air of ease and freedom.

"Storytellers, dough figurines, sugar painters, embroiderers, doormen, even vegetable farmers. Are you planning to hold a gathering or a market here?"

Bai Wan laughed: "This is called appealing to both the elite and the masses!"

He waved to the vegetable farmers and others.

"Zi Chen, this vegetable farmer can recognize the differences between hundreds of fruits, vegetables, and plants; that doorman can distinguish thousands of faces. The old man who makes dough figurines is the best at capturing expressions in the surrounding area..."

“Even though I have painted everything in the world, I don’t think I am better than them.”

That's true.

Bai Wan has been in the market for many years, and most of his messy life skills were learned from seventeen or eighteen people.

"If we talk about being crazy or weird," Ling Shumo coughed lightly, "I would recommend you first."

Han Miaoran is a genius.

It was strange seven years ago, and it’s even stranger seven years later.

If he were a painter who pursued the elegance of the highest order, that would not be like him!

Cai Jiang's once round face had deflated, and she was somewhat silent amidst her weight loss. She said calmly, "Master Han, thank you for saving my life."

He was initially detained for several months and was released upon his plea.

After all, it was not their intention that tens of thousands of craftsmen, painters and artists were captured by Xuan Li and had to struggle to survive.

Bai Wan stepped forward and said, "I still prefer you to call me Boss Bai."

"No, that sounds too much like a street scoundrel." Cai Jiang waved her hands repeatedly.

"There's nothing wrong with being a scoundrel!" Bai Wan said with a playful smile, "I really enjoy being a scoundrel."

After he said this, the scholars behind him were shocked. They thought he was a conservative person, but he actually joked like that.

Someone carefully checked the tokens of the later comers and found that they were all scholars who came earlier.

"Brother Shen, how are you?" Bai Wan bowed.

"Brother Bai!"

Shen Zhuyue was wearing a cotton glove on her right hand, and white calluses were faintly visible on the fingertips of her left hand. She was dressed in brocade and bowed everywhere.

Bai Wan specially arranged the four treasures of the study to be placed in the same direction as himself.

Cheng Su's hair had grown fully, and he tied it with a square scarf, giving him the air of a scholar. It was a pity that he could no longer speak. He could only hold a dry brush and a powder pad to greet people.

Then, old acquaintances like Song Xiang came in one by one.

Guests gradually arrived and were all arranged to sit on both sides of the stream in the courtyard.

Those who wish to sit on the ground can drink wine from the winding stream and float downstream.

For common people who wanted to eat, drink and watch the fun, food was prepared and wooden stools, snacks and the like were arranged.

Bai Wan is amiable and Ling Shu is gentle and elegant. The two of them walking together are like the sun and the moon in the sky.

Everyone sighed that there was no one else in the world who could be called the Saint of Painting and the Saint of Calligraphy, and they were worthy of being called the "Two Heroes of Ink and Dye".

However, as the "Qushui Liushang" was about to begin, Bai Wan suddenly fell into deep thought.

This time, Luo Wenqi did not come.

Given the friendship between the three of them, they shouldn't be unable to come.

Bai Wan looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

"Zi Chen, Brother Qi Tu might have encountered some difficulties, right?"