Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

At this time, Xiu'er was awakened. Chu Wen quickly let go of the four girls and took Xiu'er from the old monk.

Xiu'er hadn't seen her brother for a night. She snuggled in her brother's arms affectionately, with tears of grievance in her eyes.

Chu Wen held the meat bun and comforted Xiu'er for a while before she became happy. Chu Wen hugged Xiu'er and said:

"Master, so you knew this house was haunted and bought it on purpose, and let me live here alone. You have no good intentions, Master!"

"You bastard, you keep bringing up this matter. Why don't you mention that you got two fairy-like pets?"

……

Shi Qing Hua Yi was in the study, washing his brush and inkstone, tidying up his desk, and whispered:

"Sister, why does Master scold Master all the time? Those words are so vulgar, I get angry when I hear them."

The poet's thoughts were more delicate, and he chuckled:

"Sister, look at the master being scolded. Is the master angry?"

"That's not true."

"Yes, everything in this world is strange and unpredictable. You and I may be involved in it. The Su couple who lived here eight hundred years ago were in love with each other, but their conversations in the boudoir were full of dirty words."

"Sister, why do you think this is happening?"

"I think that if you speak dirty words out loud, your mouth will become clean. If you swallow the dirty words, your heart will become dirty. Besides, if you use these dirty words properly, they can also express intimacy."

……

"Damn it, give me the purse!"

When the old monk learned that Chu Wen had bought the four treasures of the study and five meat buns, he was so angry that he immediately wanted to take back the financial power.

Chu Wen reluctantly took out the Qiankun bag and handed it to the old monk.

"Master, you can't open it even if I give it to you."

The old monk took the bag and stuffed it into his arms.

"It's best if it can't be opened. Didn't you say you wanted to write poems and sell them? You've already bought the pens, ink, paper, and inkstone. Go sell them now!"

Chu Ben originally wanted to ask the old monk for some money to buy books on the acupoints of the human body, but when he heard this, he knew there was no hope.

Suddenly he remembered that there was still five taels of silver in his gourd that he had put in last night, and his worry immediately turned into joy.

It seems that the secret of this gourd must not be known to the old monk, otherwise it will be difficult to hide some private money.

"Master, just wait and see. I promise to sell it for a profit. It's poetic and picturesque. Have you packed it up?"

"Okay, Master."

As he spoke, Shiqing handed over a rolled piece of cotton paper, which was the one with the poem and the painting on it.

They originally wanted to follow their master out to sell poems, but the calligraphy and painting shop was in the north of the city, beyond their coverage area, so they had to give up.

Chu Wen took the paper roll, handed Xiu'er to the old monk's arms, and walked towards the gate with the paper roll.

"Xiu'er, be good. I'll buy you some candied haws when I come back. Huayanqiaoyu, stop right there. You are not allowed to go."

……

After Chu Wen left, the old monk found the poetic and picturesque meaning in a sneaky way and said:

"Well, poetry, painting, what do you two like to eat?"

The poetic painting bowed and replied:

"Poetic and picturesque people do not like ordinary food, they only eat rain, dew and late frost. Master, there is no need to prepare anything special."

After hearing this, the old monk was extremely delighted.

What a good thing!

No need to eat!

This is a treasure!

He even lost interest in selling the house.

"Well, what do you guys know?"

"Master, I don't know much about poetry and painting, but healing injuries and diseases, conditioning and recovery..."

The old monk became happier and happier as he listened, his mouth grinning from ear to ear.

……

Chu Wen took the scroll and walked straight to the calligraphy and painting shop in the west of the city.

He knew every corner of Buffalo, its poetry and beauty, and had already pointed out the direction for him.

As he walked, Chu Wen always felt someone breathing behind him.

Stopping and looking back, Hua Yan Qiao Yu almost bumped into Chu Wen's arms.

These two guys walked without making any sound, which scared Chu Wen.

"What are you following me for?"

These two bunny spirits have too hot bodies, too young faces, and no social experience, so the words "I'm easy to fool" are written all over their faces.

Chu Wen was worried that taking them out would bring him trouble. Since they were unfamiliar with the place, the basic thing to do was to stay out of trouble.

"Let's go out and play, Master."

"It's so boring at home, Master."

Facing two innocent faces and four eyes as clear as water, Chu Wen sighed helplessly.

"Follow me."

After receiving the master's permission for his sweet talk, he was so happy that his face lit up.

"Yes, Master."

"The master is so kind."

……

Following the poetic and picturesque instructions, Chu Wen arrived at the door of a calligraphy and painting shop in the west of the city.

There was a small wooden plaque hanging on the simple outer wall, with three small characters "Danning Garden" written in seal script on it.

The floor of the shop is paved with old blue bricks, and the walls are hung with various framed scrolls of calligraphy and paintings. The contents of the calligraphy and paintings are rich and varied, including landscapes, flowers and birds, character stories, and Wing Chun and Chan Qiu.

Below is a mahogany display cabinet, which displays beautifully bound albums of calligraphy and paintings and rubbings of inscriptions on stone tablets.

There is a desk in one corner of the shop, on which are all the four treasures of the study, including brushes, rice paper, ink blocks, and inkstones, showing that this is also a place for creation and communication.

The store's porcelain vases with flowers and rare stones give it an elegant feel.

The bookstore had just opened and there were no customers.

Chu Wen put his hands behind his back and casually looked around the store with sweet talk.

The owner of the bookstore is named Wen, he is thin and in his fifties.

He saw that although Chu Wen was wearing a long gown made of hemp cloth and did not look like someone from a wealthy family, he had a unique temperament that was hard to describe.

Especially the two maids behind him, they were elegant and refined, not like ordinary people. Although they were wearing the same hemp clothes, they could not hide their beauty.

I didn't expect that there was such a person in Buffalo City. Shopkeeper Wen didn't dare to neglect him. He personally stepped forward to greet him and said:

"I wonder which painting this guest has taken a fancy to."

Chu Wen stared at the ridiculous poem and said, "Boss, how much is this calligraphy?"

"Sir, you have good taste. This poem was written by Mr. Xu from this county. I want three taels of silver for it."

Chu Wen smiled when he heard this, this kind of flattering poem can be sold for money, it seems that Master Xu is also a talent.

The poem reads:

The small county has beautiful and bright scenery, and the people live in peace due to its good governance.

The government office is open to listen to public opinion, and the doors are not locked at night so that the society can be clear.

"Boss, can you tell me how much this poem of mine is worth?" Chu Wen said as he handed over the paper roll.

Shopkeeper Wen took the paper roll and extended his hand as a invitation.

"Sir, please come here and take a seat."

Hua Yan Qiao Yu saw that there were many pictures of flowers and plants in the store and found them curious, so he just looked around.

Chu Wen followed Manager Wen to the desk and sat down face to face.

"Qingfeng, serve the tea."

Shopkeeper Wen opened the paper roll while ordering tea to be served.

As soon as it was unfolded, Shopkeeper Wen was immediately attracted by the pictures in the scroll.

I saw a round fan swaying gently in the autumn wind, the painting was vivid, the picture was delicate and reflected in my eyes, and the golden wind danced on the silk.

The bones and tendons are delicately outlined, the fan bones are slender and elegant, and the autumn wind blows across the edge of the fan, as if you can smell the fragrance.

"Good! Great drawing!"

Shopkeeper Wen couldn't help but exclaim in praise.

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