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Amid the commotion, Chu Wen walked to the well.

He scooped up a handful of well water with both hands, poured it over his face and rubbed it, and that was it. He was done washing his face.

"Poetic and picturesque, accompany me in writing."

"Yes, Master."

"Fancy talk and sweeping the yard."

"Master, we can't."

Chu Wen stopped at the door of the study and looked back helplessly at the two rabbit spirits: "Would you like to buy breakfast?"

Hua Yanqiaoyu had only eaten two radishes since last night and was very hungry. She was overjoyed when she heard this.

"Yes, yes, we can do this."

Chu Wen took out a piece of silver with a suspicious look on his face and said worriedly:

"Here is one penny of silver, worth one hundred coins. Meat buns are two coins each, buy five, and steamed buns are one penny each, buy ten, a total of twenty coins. The store owner will give you eighty coins in change, do you understand?"

"Understood, Master. Let's go then."

Huayanqiaoyu took the silver and ran towards the door happily.

Chu Wen had a bad feeling in his heart. Will anything happen to these two silly goblins?

Just when he was about to call Hua Yanqiaoyu to say a few more words, he looked up and saw that there was no one there. In the blink of an eye, the two guys disappeared.

What could go wrong if I bought a steamed bun? Chu Wen comforted himself and walked into the study.

……

Poetic sentiment grinds ink, and painting ideas unfold.

With a stroke of Chu Wen's brush, a poem "Mulanhua Man" written vertically from left to right appeared on the paper.

"If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan."

"It is easy to change an old person's heart, but it is said that an old person's heart is easy to change."

"After the conversation at Mount Li, the night was half over, and the rain and the bell never stopped ringing. "

"How lucky I am to be a man in fine clothes. I wish I could have the same wings and branches."

After writing it, he signed it as "Feng Yin Jushi".

Although the handwriting cannot be described as flying dragons and dancing phoenixes, it also has a bit of the charm of spring worms and autumn snakes.

It is a little more cursive than regular script, and a little more regular than cursive script. In terms of style, it is truly unique.

"Master, how do you pronounce this word?"

"This word is pronounced as jian, this word is pronounced as feng..."

"It's just as I guessed. If only life could be like the first time we met, what a beautiful sentence."

"Wind, wind. Painting, painting. After the owner's modification, the character still retains its style, but it is much simpler. The owner is really ingenious and I admire his poetic sentiment."

"Where."

"If life could only be like our first encounter, why would the autumn wind make the painted fan sad? Master, this sentence is so sad and beautiful, the painting makes me want to cry."

……

"Master, why would someone be so heartless?"

"That person is so heartless, why should the master care about her?"

Unexpectedly, a poem made the poet so sad that his eyes turned red from crying.

Chu Wenhao explained and comforted them for a long time, and finally used the method of hugging them left and right to calm the two girls down.

Chu Wen wiped away the two girls' tears with his fingertips and said:

"Poetic and picturesque, can you paint?"

"Master, what do you want to draw?"

“Draw a fan that has been blown to the ground by the autumn wind.”

As soon as these words were spoken, Shi Qinghuayi's eyes became red again.

"Master, let's try, where is the painting?"

“Draw it on the edge of this poem.”

Shiqing and Huayi looked at each other, and Shiqing said:

"There is a word 'Hua' in this poem, so let Sister Huayi do it."

Huayi nodded, took the brush handed to her by Chu Wen, and started painting.

After a while, a picture appeared out of thin air.

Amid the autumn wind and falling leaves, a round fan embroidered with mandarin ducks lay quietly on the ground.

With just a few simple strokes, the round fan's sense of loss and sorrow comes to life on paper, striking the heart.

This painting is like a stroke of genius, every stroke is just right, the lines are smooth and natural, without any sense of stagnation.

This level would shame many masters.

Chu Wen clapped his hands in admiration.

"Good! Great painting! I won't sell this painting for less than 100 taels of silver!"

"Ah? Master, you want to sell it." Huayi was shocked.

Shi Qing thought for a moment and said:

"The master's poems should be spread out, but it would be a waste for us sisters to appreciate them."

"Sister is right. That's how it should be. I am the one being selfish."

Chu Wen chuckled when he heard that.

People of culture are different. Even the most vulgar things can be made elegant.

Just as Chu Wen was thinking about writing another poem, a sweet-talking voice came from outside the house.

"Master, we are back! Come and eat!"

Seeing that these two idiots got home safely, Chu Wen felt relieved.

But my right eyelid still twitched.

When Chu Wen and Shi Qinghuayi walked out of the study, they saw Hua Yanqiaoyu holding a steamed bun and sitting on a stone bench with her cheeks puffed out, eating it.

"I didn't expect you two actually bought it. Not bad." Chu Wen picked up a meat bun and praised it while eating.

"That's right, Master, you don't know, we are the best at shopping."

Upon hearing this, Chu Wen touched Hua Yanqiaoyu's head affectionately to show encouragement, thinking that these two guys are still somewhat useful.

While we were eating, there was a knock on the door.

It must be Master and Xiu'er. Chu Wen was about to open the door.

Shiqing stood up and said, "The master and the two sisters are eating, Huayi and I will go open the door."

They do not eat ordinary food, only autumn frost, rain and dew, and they just have nothing to do.

……

The old monk was scolded by his brother all night, and Xiu'er made a fuss all night looking for his brother.

He was very angry, so he went to his new home to vent his anger early in the morning, carrying Xiu'er, who was still sleeping.

By the way, check Chu Wen’s progress in catching ghosts.

After waiting for a while, the door creaked open.

I saw two stunningly beautiful women, one on the left and one on the right, each holding a door, and both looking at me.

The old monk was stunned.

These two people are as beautiful as a painting, with eyes and eyebrows like poetry, skin as white as snow, and graceful figures. They must be like the fairies in the sky.

The old monk was confused.

Who is this!

Sweet talk doesn’t look like this!

The girls in that brothel don’t have this kind of stuff!

It's only one night. Even if that guy has a good relationship with women, he can't bring back two in one night!

I have lived for decades, and the only four beauties I have ever seen are all together.

Could that guy be the reincarnation of the Peach Blossom Sect Leader?

Or am I in the wrong place?

Thinking of this, the old monk quickly took a few steps back, looked around, and determined the coordinates.