As the crowd dispersed, on the way back, Jiang Huai discovered some strange things about Yelu Hongyun. When she looked at Jiang Huai, there was a very complex light in her eyes.

Jiang Huai finally couldn't help asking. Yelu Hongyun pondered for a long time before saying, "Jiang Lang, today I realized that you are so talented. Are you sure to win this gentleman in six games?"

"Yun'er, you still need to take action in these six games of calligraphy, painting and martial arts. I have promised you to kill the emperor of the Song Dynasty to you. If I don't have any skills, wouldn't I have to break my trust in you?" Jiang Huai said gently.

"Actually, I regret it. I would rather you go back to the grassland with me now. The more you understand you, the more you feel like the legendary immortal, knowing everything and doing everything. This makes me feel uneasy, afraid that one day you will suddenly fly out of thin air and fall from the sky as if you came." Yelu Hongyun rarely sees such a weak person, which makes people feel full of pity.

"Yun'er, I'm not an immortal, nor am I omnipotent. I just want to make this world harmonious with my will. Now I think that when I came, I came from the sky, and I was entangled with you. If you can't be together, I will not leave. Just stay by my side, and the storm of this era will also be yours."

Jiang Huai comforted Yelu Hongyun and began to think about whether he would leave in the future. If one day he suddenly returned to his time, what should Yelu Hongyun do? Will she really let her keep a promise and a future person be alone for a lifetime? This question approached Jiang Huai's heart for the first time, causing him to feel a lot of unbearableness and confusion. But obviously, this problem is unsolvable. Just like his arrival, it is also unpredictable whether he will leave in the future.

Yelu Hongyun found that she had a fatal weakness now, that is, if Jiang Huai said something sweet to coax her, she would immediately lose the ability to think and follow Jiang Huai's words to point out. At this moment, Jiang Huai's words made her put down her sorrow and focus on what Jiang Huai said was to let her do the situation of calligraphy, painting and martial arts.

"Jiang Lang, my martial arts are good, but I am just calligraphy and painting, afraid that it will delay your major affairs."

"It's okay, just be up to your heart. Boshengtang is facing a bigger loss now, and there should be bigger plans later, so if you lose one game to them, it might be a good thing."

"Oh well."

When the two returned to the inn, it was already afternoon and they were about to go back to their room to rest, but they saw a familiar face standing in front of the door, waving to them. Jiang Huai looked carefully and found that it was Duan Changfeng who was crazy about taking Mrs. Liu Zheng's head.

Duan Changfeng was wearing a light green long gown, a faint smile appeared on his face, and his temperament was gentle and elegant, just like a Confucian scholar full of poetry and books.

Jiang Huai originally thought that this Changfeng was just a common friend, but when Duan Changfeng took out a painting from behind, Jiang Huai was very surprised.

The famous painting "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" in the Song Dynasty is known as the top ten famous paintings handed down from generation to generation. It is priceless. The original painting was presented to Song Huizong after its birth. As the first collector of this painting, Song Huizong wrote the five words "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" on the painting in a thin gold style. This painting has since entered the sequence of divine products.

At this time, Duan Changfeng took out this famous painting.

Duan Changfeng looked at Jiang Huai's surprised expression without any surprise. He solemnly said to Jiang Huai: "Sir, Duan Changfeng is not a reckless person. I have already proved the story of Mr. Wu's chaos and the interception of tribute in the world. Today, Mr. Guan is not only very wise but also extremely talented, so he dares to present this picture to Mr. Wu."

"The size of this picture, the grand scene, the number of characters, the delicate description, realistic, vivid, and the superb skills, are unprecedented. It is a blessing for three lives to be able to see it. However, Duan must have other profound meanings, please tell me in detail."

Jiang Huai kept staring at the Qingming Festival on the River During the Qingming Festival. At this time, the painting was slightly different from the ones circulated in later generations. It lacked the title of the famous Song Huizong Zhao Ji, but the length seemed to be more complete, with a grand and peerless masterpiece.

"This picture was made by my teacher Zhang Zeduan. His long-cherished wish was to present this picture that he had worked hard to create to the emperor of our dynasty. It was not to invite glory and wealth, but to the emperor of the Zhao family's calligraphy. If he could engrave the title of this picture, it would be a contrasting calligraphy and painting, a generation of magical works. However, the dynasty was brilliant, and we ordinary people would never see the emperor. If an official submitted a memorial, I would probably have fallen into the hands of an official like Liu Zhengfu and Liang Zhongshu. I thought about it and had no good idea until I saw Mr. I would like to use Mr.'s calligraphy and painting situation tomorrow to help Mr. win the game, and he would tell the world this picture. The emperor of our dynasty prefers this path and will move when he hears the news. Therefore, please make sure that Mr. "

At the end, Duan Changfeng knelt on one knee and bowed deeply to Jiang Huai.

A very ridiculous feeling surged in Jiang Huai's heart. If he really succeeded in presenting this picture, then was he a coincidence that he was originally in history or was he a new history?

Jiang Huai was not confused about this issue, so he hurriedly helped Duan Changfeng up and said, "In this way, I will bother Duan tomorrow."

Duan Changfeng was overjoyed when he heard this, so he was about to bow to Jiang Huai again. Jiang Huai hurriedly stopped him and continued: "Liu Zhengfu is a famous calligrapher. I think he will still be there to judge tomorrow. You will obviously not let you win this insult today. You must be mentally prepared."

"Sir, you don't have to worry about this. I have my own way to deal with him." Duan Changfeng smiled mysteriously, full of confidence.

When Duan Changfeng appeared on the stage on behalf of Jiang Huai to compare calligraphy and painting, he caused an uproar on the stage. As Jiang Huai expected, Liu Zhengfu was still sitting in the middle as the main judge of calligraphy and painting. There were two respected elders in this world, one left and one right. At this time, Liu Zhengfu looked at Duan Changfeng on the stage and laughed: "Duan Changfeng, you are really arrogant. Are you not afraid that just when you paint, Lord Liang mobilized officers and soldiers to capture you? No matter how high your martial arts are, you can't beat so many people."

"Mr. Liu, I, Duan Changfeng, now on behalf of Mr. Jiang, is the supreme honor. Of course, it is not just for me to support you. Let me show you my brothers."

After saying that, he pointed around and saw many arrows flying out of the three buildings and landing on the platform, causing a burst of exclamation. Fortunately, the arrows had no heads, so the scene soon became quiet after a commotion.

"Sir, I, Duan Changfeng, call myself a hero, so these arrows will not face the common people, but I will not show mercy to the evil officials and the evil ones. I hope you can remain fair in a while of the game."
Chapter completed!