Chapter 8 Protector Zuo Qin Xiaomo pays homage to the Pavilion Master

The entire Daxia court was in a state of unrest because of the incident at Langya Pavilion.

But there was peace in Li Qingxuan's painting studio.

In addition to practicing Wu Qin Xi, Li Qingxuan also played tricks on the little milk dogs he bought.

The puppy grew up very quickly and was full of food. It could already follow Li Qingxuan everywhere, although it was still a little clumsy.

In the past few days, there have been many customers in the painting studio, probably because Li Qingxuan's paintings are indeed remarkable and the prices are not expensive.

Apart from the cost, you also earn a lot of hard money.

"Master Li is very leisurely!"

Mr. Yuan is here again.

Mr. Yuan was a big customer of his shop. Originally, Li Qingxuan wanted to give him a painting for free, but he insisted not to give it to him.

At first glance, this old man is a learned man. His conversation is extraordinary. He does not have the sourness of those rotten scholars, and it is rare for him to be enlightened.

Li Qingxuan stood up and went to help Mr. Yuan pour tea while talking with Mr. Yuan.

"I bought Mr. Li's paintings a few days ago and hung them at home, especially the painting "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains". Several friends said they liked it after seeing it. Today I came here specifically to ask Mr. Li to paint another one, haha! I hope Mr. Li Don't hide your clumsiness."

When Yuan Guang first saw it, he felt that Li Qingxuan's paintings were quite good, and many of the techniques and ideas were refreshing to him.

After I bought it home, I studied it carefully. The more I looked at it, the more I liked it. It happened that a friend who was known as an expert in calligraphy and painting came to visit him, and he also greatly appreciated Li Qingxuan's paintings.

This made him feel more and more itchy. Taking advantage of the sunny weather today, he went to Li Qingxuan's painting studio again.

Li Qingxuan had a natural talent for painting, and he had copied the works of countless famous artists in his previous life.

After a little thought, a piece of "Bamboo and Stone" appeared on the paper.

He casually picked up Zheng Banqiao's poem about bamboo and stone.

Don't let go of the green mountains.

The roots were originally in the broken rock.

Still strong despite countless hardships.

The wind blows from east to west, north and south.

These four sentences are catchy and can be said to be very suitable for the occasion.

Yuan Guang was able to draw the character of bamboo with just a few strokes, especially that poem, and his eyes became brighter the more he looked at it.

When the ink was a little dry, he stood up and said goodbye, eager to go home and study.

Li Qingxuan was about to refuse when he left a bag of money, but he couldn't put it off. Knowing the old man's temper, he stayed calmly.

In the next few days, Li Qingxuan did not only practice martial arts but also paint.

Yuan Guang would visit every few days to discuss painting techniques with Li Qingxuan.

Li Qingxuan became familiar with some residents in the surrounding streets.

Sometimes I would share some of the meat I bought with the people around me, and the people around me would also give them home-grown eggs, which was a great pleasure.

The scene in winter is desolate, and people on the road are also in a hurry.

Opposite Li Qingxuan is a cloth seller. In the morning, there will be several vendors selling tea eggs and breakfast.

Two hundred feet down is a small bridge. The river below is also frozen, but occasionally you can see children skating on it.

Li Qingxuan sometimes thought that the female general in the palace was nowhere to be seen.

Maybe you can get some information about your wife from her mouth.

And because he has Yuan Guang as a big customer, Li Qingxuan makes enough money to pay off the money he owes her.

Time passed like this day by day.

I heard from Aunt Wang next door that all city gates have been under martial law recently.

She originally planned to go back to her parents' house, but then she saw that the interrogation was tight and she couldn't bear to go back.

late at night.

Li Qingxuan was sitting cross-legged in the room, practicing with his eyes closed.

Yesterday I just signed a copy of Taiqing Sutra, which is a higher level of breathing and breathing method than Wuqinxi.

During practice, I can obviously feel that the execution speed of inner energy in the body has accelerated a lot.

Moreover, Li Qingxuan felt that his realm had also loosened.

He didn't know much about the realm of martial arts before, but he heard Mr. Shu talk about it several times, and coupled with his continuous improvement, now Li Qingxuan can almost clearly distinguish the realm before the third level.

After the third grade, even the storyteller can't explain the reason.

But Li Qingxuan believes that when he reaches that state, he will naturally understand.

Daxia has established a system in which military merit can be exchanged for titles. If one's strength is raised to level five or above, can one also get some military merit? Then one of the empresses can beg to return his wife to him.

Thinking of this, Li Qingxuan felt a little hot in his heart.

Suddenly, Li Qingxuan looked outside with sharp eyes.

I saw a black shadow clearly emerging outside the window.

"who?"

The next moment, Li Qingxuan's inner energy circulated, and he looked outside warily.

If it were an ordinary little stupid thief, he would certainly not be afraid. With his current level 3 strength, he could be considered a little master.

"Whoops!"

The next moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and then a figure in a green robe stepped in.

The moment he saw this figure, Li Qingxuan was 100% sure that this was definitely not a thief.

How could a person with such a temperament be a thief!

But who is he?

Just when Li Qingxuan was worried and didn't know what to do, the figure suddenly knelt on the ground on one knee.

"Qin Xiaomo, the left guardian of Langya Pavilion, pays homage to the master of the pavilion."

Langya Pavilion? Guardian Zuo?

Li Qingxuan was stunned when he heard what the other party said.

"Are you from Hanzhou?"

Langya Pavilion, which was obtained in the first lottery gift package, was arranged in Hanzhou.

Li Qingxuan has always been skeptical about the existence of Langya Pavilion, but he didn't expect someone to come to his door today.

"Yes, Langya Pavilion is hidden in Hanzhou. Since the death of the previous pavilion master, it has been waiting for the new pavilion master to appear."

"Two months ago, a comet fell to the earth, the ancient fable was confirmed, and the portrait of the master of the pavilion appeared in the ancestral hall of my Langya Pavilion. According to the instructions above, my subordinates came here."

Qin Xiaomo's voice was a little excited.

This is the Pavilion Master! The living master of the pavilion.

Langya Pavilion has not had a pavilion master for three hundred years.

Li Qingxuan was about to speak, but when his eyes fell on Qin Xiaomo, his eyes suddenly blurred.

"Ninth Grade Martial Arts..."

"There are six meridians in the whole body that are not connected, and the great circulation of the universe cannot be completed..."

At this moment, Li Qingxuan instantly understood the flaws of Qin Xiaomo's technique and the difficulties encountered in his practice.

"Pavilion Master, what's the problem?"

Qin Xiaomo felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Li Qingxuan's strange eyes.

"Nothing, I just see that you seem to have encountered some problems in martial arts..."