Azhu Dao.

"Don't we need to modify it?"

Qiao Fengdao.

"I don't know what, I really like this rude and powerful man. Since I want to make friends with him, I can't face him."

Azhu Dao.

"Okay, I've replied to women's clothing, too."

She walked to the stream, quickly washed off her face and dressed up, took off her hat, exposed her hair, and when she removed her wide robe, she wore women's clothes inside.

The two of them walked out of the nine miles in one breath and saw a towering bluestone bridge from a distance.

When I approached the bridge, I saw a scholar lying on the bridge. The man laid a large piece of white paper on the bridge, and used the bluestone on the bridge as an inkstone to grind a large pool of ink. The scholar held a pen in his hand and was writing on the white paper.

Qiao Feng and Azhu both found it strange. Whoever took paper, ink, pen and inkstone and went to the wilderness bridge to write?

When I walked closer, I realized that he was not writing, but painting. He painted the surrounding scenery, small bridges, flowing water, ancient trees and distant mountains, all of which were in the picture.

He lay on the bridge, not facing Qiao Feng and Azhu, but strangely, the scenery in the painting was clearly facing the two of them. He saw him painting in reverse, drawing from the opposite direction.

Qiao Feng didn't understand calligraphy and painting at all. At the home of Mr. Murong, Gusu, Ah Zhu Jiu saw many excellent calligraphy and paintings. Seeing that the "overturned painting" painted by the scholar was not considered a wonderful painting, but it was really difficult to draw in such an inverted painting. I was about to come forward and ask him a few words.

Qiao Feng gently pulled the corner of her clothes, shook her head, and walked towards the wooden bridge on the right.

The scholar said.

"Why do you ignore me when you see my backward painting? Could it be that if you put in such a small effort, you will be able to get rid of your magic eyes?"

Azhu Dao.

"Confucius will not sit on the mat without being upright, and the meat will not be eaten. A gentleman will not look at the wrong paintings."

The man laughed, put away the white paper and said.

"If you make sense, please cross the bridge."

Qiao Feng had long known his intention, so he used white paper to pave the bridge to attract attention. One reason was to delay the moment, and the other reason was to be the real one, and deliberately led people to walk onto the bluestone bridge and walk on the way.

"We are going to Xiaojing Lake. Once we get to the Bluestone Bridge, we are wrong."

The scholar said.

"If you walk from the Bluestone Bridge, you can still reach it by walking around the circle for fifty or sixty miles. You can still walk there. It is better for you to go to the Bluestone Bridge."

Qiao Fengdao.

"Good, why do you have to walk fifty or sixty miles more?"

The scholar smiled.

"Hastyness means not understanding. Do you don't understand the truth of this sentence?"

Azhu also saw that the scholar was deliberately blocking him and stopped engaging with him. He immediately stepped onto the wooden bridge and Qiao Feng followed him up.

The two walked into the wooden bridge and suddenly felt the soles of their feet soft. There was a loud noise. The bridge board broke and their bodies fell into the river. Qiao Feng stretched out his left hand, hugged Azhu's body in the waist, and his right foot was on the bridge board. He took advantage of the momentum and rushed forward, jumped to the other side, followed by a backhand to prevent the enemy from attacking from behind.

The scholar laughed and said.

"Good Kung Fu, good Kung Fu! The two rushed to Xiaojing Lake, what's the matter?"

Qiao Feng heard his laughter with panic and thought...

"This man has a elegant face, but he is in the same party as the evil ones."

Ignoring him and went straight with Azhu.

After walking for a few feet, I heard the footsteps behind me. When I looked back, I saw that it was the scholar who came afterwards.

Qiao Feng turned around and asked with a blue face.

"What do you think of me?"

The scholar said.

"I'm going to Xiaojing Lake, and I'm just walking with the two of you."

Azhu Dao.

"Don't we need to modify it?"

Qiao Fengdao.

"I don't know what, I really like this rude and powerful man. Since I want to make friends with him, I can't face him."

Azhu Dao.

"Okay, I've replied to women's clothing, too."

She walked to the stream, quickly washed off her face and dressed up, took off her hat, exposed her hair, and when she removed her wide robe, she wore women's clothes inside.

The two of them walked out of the nine miles in one breath and saw a towering bluestone bridge from a distance.

When I approached the bridge, I saw a scholar lying on the bridge. The man laid a large piece of white paper on the bridge, and used the bluestone on the bridge as an inkstone to grind a large pool of ink. The scholar held a pen in his hand and was writing on the white paper.

Qiao Feng and Azhu both found it strange. Whoever took paper, ink, pen and inkstone and went to the wilderness bridge to write?

When I walked closer, I realized that he was not writing, but painting. He painted the surrounding scenery, small bridges, flowing water, ancient trees and distant mountains, all of which were in the picture.

He lay on the bridge, not facing Qiao Feng and Azhu, but strangely, the scenery in the painting was clearly facing the two of them. He saw him painting in reverse, drawing from the opposite direction.

Qiao Feng didn't understand calligraphy and painting at all. At the home of Mr. Murong, Gusu, Ah Zhu Jiu saw many excellent calligraphy and paintings. Seeing that the "overturned painting" painted by the scholar was not considered a wonderful painting, but it was really difficult to draw in such an inverted painting. I was about to come forward and ask him a few words.

Qiao Feng gently pulled the corner of her clothes, shook her head, and walked towards the wooden bridge on the right.

The scholar said.

"Why do you ignore me when you see my backward painting? Could it be that if you put in such a small effort, you will be able to get rid of your magic eyes?"

Azhu Dao.

"Confucius will not sit on the mat without being upright, and the meat will not be eaten. A gentleman will not look at the wrong paintings."

The man laughed, put away the white paper and said.

"If you make sense, please cross the bridge."

Qiao Feng had long known his intention, so he used white paper to pave the bridge to attract attention. One reason was to delay the moment, and the other reason was to be the real one, and deliberately led people to walk onto the bluestone bridge and walk on the way.

"We are going to Xiaojing Lake. Once we get to the Bluestone Bridge, we are wrong."

The scholar said.

"If you walk from the Bluestone Bridge, you can still reach it by walking around the circle for fifty or sixty miles. You can still walk there. It is better for you to go to the Bluestone Bridge."

Qiao Fengdao.

"Good, why do you have to walk fifty or sixty miles more?"

The scholar smiled.

"Hastyness means not understanding. Do you don't understand the truth of this sentence?"

Azhu also saw that the scholar was deliberately blocking him and stopped engaging with him. He immediately stepped onto the wooden bridge and Qiao Feng followed him up.

The two walked into the wooden bridge and suddenly felt the soles of their feet soft. There was a loud noise. The bridge board broke and their bodies fell into the river. Qiao Feng stretched out his left hand, hugged Azhu's body in the waist, and his right foot was on the bridge board. He took advantage of the momentum and rushed forward, jumped to the other side, followed by a backhand to prevent the enemy from attacking from behind.

The scholar laughed and said.

"Good Kung Fu, good Kung Fu! The two rushed to Xiaojing Lake, what's the matter?"

Qiao Feng heard his laughter with panic and thought...

"This man has a elegant face, but he is in the same party as the evil ones."

Ignoring him and went straight with Azhu.

After walking for a few feet, I heard the footsteps behind me. When I looked back, I saw that it was the scholar who came afterwards.

Qiao Feng turned around and asked with a blue face.

"What do you think of me?"

The scholar said.

"I'm going to Xiaojing Lake, and I'm just walking with the two of you."

"Good Kung Fu, good Kung Fu! The two rushed to Xiaojing Lake, what's the matter?"

Qiao Feng heard his laughter with panic and thought...

"This man has a elegant face, but he is in the same party as the evil ones."

Ignoring him and went straight with Azhu.

After walking for a few feet, I heard the footsteps behind me. When I looked back, I saw that it was the scholar who came afterwards.

Qiao Feng turned around and asked with a blue face.

"What do you think of me?"

The scholar said.
Chapter completed!