"Nanzhou Continent." Chen Muxi took his phone away a little.

Even if he was not open to public, Gu Chunhua's loud voice made everyone in the house hear it very clearly.

"What are you doing in that remote and poor place? Do you help the poor?"

This made Cao Lin and the four elders blush and lower their heads awkwardly.

Their Nanzhou branch's performance is at the bottom of Guibao Pavilion every year. Every time they are trained by the Great Elder of Xige at the headquarters.

Chen Muxi did not dare to say that he was attacked by someone and fell into the sea, and he swam in the wrong direction and went to the Nanzhou continent.

Reply to avoid the heavy and light: "The person who hides from the shadow."

Gu Chunhua's expression tightened, "Have you met them?"

"Um."

"You give me the phone number...wait for me to read the list of Nanzhou..."

Cao Lin quickly spoke out: "Master of the West Pavilion, I am Cao Lin, an outer disciple."

The phone is specially designed for videos by voice. Gu Chunhua inside wears the special mask of the Master of Guibao Pavilion and said lightly:

"She is my direct disciple and the future owner of Guibao Pavilion. I originally wanted to introduce it to you in a few years. Since I have the chance to meet it, I will help you carefully..."

Cao Lin's expression was calm and he solemnly gave Chen Muxi an ancient ceremony.

Then Chen Muxi asked Cao Lin to find materials for her, and made a mask of the Snow Wolf King again and put it on her face.

***

Prince of Oak Empire Palace.

Mu Bai sat on the bed and looked at the message from Silver Wolf on the computer, and his body stopped.

After watching for a long time, he looked up at Mu Bing and said hoarsely: "Go and find Dis Oak."

His face now looked sick, as if he was holding his body up.

Mu Yi took the medicine for Mu Bai to take it and said worriedly: "Master, you have a fever again. You can't work hard anymore."

Mu Bai endured the pain in his throat and coughed a few times, "It's okay... I'll confirm something else."

Diss came quickly, with a smile on his face, as if he had encountered some good news.

As soon as he entered the house, he said: "The auction held at Guibao Pavilion on Sunday, it is said that this time, Master Chungu personally taught his recent new work "White" by his disciples."

"What did you say... cough cough cough..." Mu Bai was so shocked that he could no longer suppress the discomfort in his throat and coughed heavily.

"Master...drink water..."

Mu Bai brushed open the cup and said a little excitedly: "Go to Guibao Pavilion... She is... that..."

Mu Yi nodded repeatedly, constantly giving him a sense of relief in his hands.

"Xiao Bing, go and arrange it."

At this time, Mu Bai stood up again and said, "Help me up."

Mu Yi advised dissatisfiedly: "My man, Sunday is the day after tomorrow. You must take good care of your illness now..."

"Help me up--cough cough cough..."

Mu Yi was helpless. It was probably only Mu Xi in this world that could make me obedient.

Diss wrapped his hands around his chest, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, "This disciple of Master Chungu is the girl you are looking for?"

Mu Bai glanced at him and said lightly: "I can give you one."

"Two pictures."

"Just one."

“…”

Diss glanced at him speechlessly, put the invitation letter in his hand on the table, "What are you asking for me?"

Mu Bai shook his head, "It's okay."

What he wanted to ask was just to find Chen Muxi. Since he already knew that she would go to Guibao Pavilion, there was no need to ask more questions.

at the same time--

Chen Muxi, who was drawing quickly in the Guibao Pavilion branch, received enthusiastic attention from the five elders of the branch.

"Young Pavilion Master, do you really want to auction this painting?"

Cao Lin's heart was bleeding. Although he had the intention to see the young master's painting skills, he didn't expect that after seeing this, he was reluctant to take his eyes away.

The painting in front of me was so vivid.

He had never seen anyone who could use ink and wash to paint portraits so vividly and realistically, as if the person in the painting came to life.

This is a portrait of a man. The man in the painting is wearing a white shirt and leaning lazily on the sofa to read a book. His eyebrows and eyes are soft and his lips are raised, giving people a sense of quiet, clean and confident.

Chen Muxi's expression was very focused. He did not reply to him. The tip of his pen was carefully outlined, and he stood up from time to time to take a look.

Cao Lin continued to ask unwillingly: "Young Pavilion Master, why don't we auction the picture of feeding chickens?"

But this time Chen Muxi finally shook her head, "Just take this photo, you can record the two people on the side who are most intense in the bidding."

Cao Lin had no choice but to suppress his reluctance, thinking about when he would let the young master draw two pictures and let him be the treasure of the store.

When Chen Muxi focused on painting the last stroke and finished the stroke, Jiang Yuan outside the door dared to enter the house.

She recognized Chen Muxi as the woman of the young pavilion master in the small town and was also the niece of an elder. Otherwise, she would not have heard that Chen Muxi's rhythm was the rhythm of ringing the opening bell during the annual treasure appraisal meeting of Guibao Pavilion.

"Young Pavilion Master, Prince Aoke is here. Elder Cao said he is here to find you and he is dealing with it."

Chen Muxi nodded slightly and walked out slowly.

I quietly came to the next door of the reception room and looked at the reception room through the cat's eyes, but soon, a trace of anger appeared in my eyes.

Mu Bai, who was sitting next to Diss, looked like he was having a fever. Although he didn't know how much concealing powder he applied to his face, the fatigue between his eyebrows and eyes could not be hidden.

"Jiang Yuan, bring the pot of ginger tea."

***

Although Cao Lin in the living room was chatting with Prince Auck, his eyes looked at the man next to him from time to time.

He found that this man was very similar to the man in the painting of the young master of his family.

My heart couldn't help but feel nervous. The young master listened to the voice. He was not old, but this man looked obviously too mature. If he really painted him, wouldn't the young master have any intention of him?

Now Prince Oak has been trying to get to know Master Chungu’s apprentice again. Could it be that this man really has a relationship with the young master?

Just as I was thinking, there was a knock on the door of the reception room.

"Elder, Prince Dick is here..."

Dis frowned instantly.

Dick is his uncle. He lives in the palace in a quiet place and likes Chinese culture the most. His palace is almost filled with objects taken from the Guibao Pavilion. This time he came here for painting.

Cao Lin immediately stood up and asked Prince Dick to come in.

Soon, a man who looked a little like Diss walked in, and behind him was a palace servant who protected him.

"Uncle Dick."

Dick was surprised when he saw Dis, and then walked over with a smile, "Why are you here? You won't want to compete with me for paintings, right?"

Diss laughed, "Did uncle also draw it for Master Chungu's disciple?"

"Yes! The number of paintings of Master Chungu can flow to the Nanzhou continent is limited, this time it is a chance. Boy, uncle won't give it to you."

The two smiled and greeted each other for a few words, and Dick Oak went straight to the topic: "Elder Cao, I wonder if this master who auctioned paintings has come here, will I be lucky enough to meet the master?"

Cao Lin pretended to ask for a moment, "Master Chungu's apprentice is indeed in Nanzhou recently. But she doesn't like to meet outsiders."

Dick's eyes were filled with light, and he said to Cao Lin with respect: "Elder Cao, can you help me introduce me? I have some questions about the paintings and I really want to ask for advice."

As he was talking, Jiang Yuan walked in with a pot of ginger tea.

The faint smell of ginger came to my face. Dick couldn't smell the smell of ginger, and his face suddenly felt disgusted, "Take it away-"

The guard behind him immediately stepped forward, but a figure took away ginger tea faster than them.

"Where is the person who asked you to make this pot of tea?"
Chapter completed!