Infinite martial arts new world

Tie Chuanjia wanted to say something, but Su Yang said with a smile: "Well said, Mr. Mei Da is a man of temperament."

"It doesn't matter whether it's true or not, in short, if it's dead today, it's dead." Mei Da laughed.

"Definitely dead?" Su Yang asked.

"Definitely and definitely." Mei nodded.

But he immediately shook his head again, and murmured: "If there is an authentic painting of Shanghe on the Qingming Festival, or Wang Mojie's painting of Jiangganxueji, it can be cured."

Tie Chuanjia became even angrier: "How dare you go back on your promises and slap yourself!"

"If I get medical treatment on a rest day, I will inevitably be unhappy, but if you can show these two paintings, I will be happy. If I am happy, I will be willing to receive medical treatment. Isn't that normal?" Mei Da asked back.

"Do you have any? If you don't, leave as soon as possible. I still have to clean up the snow." Mei said impatiently.

"Of course not, but I heard that Mr. Mei Da has a rich collection of paintings. Gu Kaizhi's portrait of female historians, Zhou Fang's portrait of ladies in the Tang Palace, Han Huang's painting of five cows, all of them are authentic. I don't know if they are real or not?" Su Yang asked.

When it comes to collecting, Mei Da's face suddenly brightened, her two beards twitched a few times, and she said proudly: "Of course there are, I have lived my whole life, and my medical skills and martial arts are not bad. This ancient painting is still enough to be proud of." of."

"Then I don't know if it can open my eyes and appreciate it." Su Yang shook the wine gourd: "It happens that I have Xifeng here for 30 years. Wouldn't it be wonderful to cook wine and taste paintings to see snow?"

Most people who like to collect calligraphy, painting and antiques rarely cherish themselves with a broom.When meeting colleagues, she would always show off, and Mei was overjoyed.Said: "The 30-year Xifeng is rare, but you also know how to paint?"

"Slightly understand." Su Yang smiled.

"Don't just say it casually to deceive me about my paintings. There are a lot of liars these days. If you meet someone who doesn't understand anything, wouldn't it ruin some of my good paintings?" Mei Day said angrily.

I'm here at the exam school.Su Yang smiled lightly, what a coincidence, before he came to this story dungeon.In the new world, I chatted a few words with the master of painting in Houshan, and it happened to be used as a facade at this time, so I opened my mouth and said: "I just talked about Wang Mojie. Although this Youcheng is in the officialdom, he is a poet. Paintings are both excellent, Mojie’s poems, there are paintings in the poems. Look at the paintings of Mojie. There are poems in the paintings. If you talk about strange poems, they can be said to be pearls in springs, and paintings on walls. If you talk about paintings, there is movement and stillness in the scenery. Rong, full of lights and shadows, with a fresh and light style. Natural and refined, he can be regarded as a master of the previous generation."

Mei's eyes lit up.Question: "What about the painting of Shanghe during the Qingming Festival? This painting is in Da Nei, and there are not many people who meet each other by chance. If you can tell what is so good about this painting, I will invite you to come in and see the painting."

Su Yangdao: "The Picture of Shanghe during the Qingming Festival is divided into three parts: the spring scenery in the suburbs, the scenery of the Bianhe River, and the market in the city. , 73 large and small ships, houses, bridges, towers, etc. each have their own characteristics. The paragraphs are clear, the front and back are orderly, the characters are lifelike, and even the objects on the ship, the rivet method, and even the knotting and fastening are clearly explained, which is really amazing. A painting is a city.”

When Mei Da listened to Su Yang's words, although she kept nodding her head slightly, she gradually showed an impatient expression. Su Yang saw it clearly, and suddenly smiled: "But, the purpose of asking me about this, sir, is not for that. It's the second half of the sentence."

"Oh?" Mei Da finally showed a smile, and said, "How about the second half of the sentence?"

"Sir, he said that the picture of going to the river during the Qingming Festival is in Da Nei, but he is testing me." Su Yang laughed loudly and said, "The one in Da Nei is fake."

"Where is it really?" Mei Da asked.

"Ten years ago, in the Li Mansion, ten years later, I have already been lost in the rivers and lakes." Su Yang said.

Mei Da's eyes flashed, she also laughed, waved her sleeves towards the stone house behind her, and said, "Okay, please, please!"

Following Mei Da into the house, Mei Da ordered loudly: "Qi He, don't wash the snow, quickly bring me the ancient porcelain cup of the Northern Song Dynasty, I want to drink with this man. Lead the deer, you go and get the painting. "

The two boys answered "Hey" and walked into the back room. After a while, one boy came out of the back room with several scrolls in his hands, and respectfully arranged the scrolls on the table one by one, while the other boy shouted loudly in the room. : "Sir, sir, the ancient porcelain cup from the Northern Song Dynasty is missing!"

Mei was taken aback: "It's likely to be exchanged for wine by my incompetent brother again!"

Su Yang said: "Sir, don't worry, no matter how good a glass is, it's not as rare as fine wine. Let me exchange the wine glass for wine, and it's finally worth it."

"How do you say that?" Mei Daqi asked.

"You think, ancient porcelain cups can be found in pawnshops and antique shops, but everyone wants to drink good wine. After one drink, it is gone. An ancient porcelain cup, even if it is drunk thousands of times, is still a good one. Guteng cup. Isn't this fine wine more rare than porcelain cups?"

Mei Da heavily slapped her thigh, stared and said: "Oh, that's right! Qihe, don't look for it, just take an ancient porcelain cup from the Southern Song Dynasty, drink Xifeng wine, use ancient porcelain from the Southern Song Dynasty, and you can barely get in." mouth!"

Su Yang smiled lightly but did not speak, Xin Dao used to have a lot of attention to the use of cups, after a little recollection, Xifeng wine is a kind of rice wine, indeed ancient porcelain cups should be used, the best in the Northern Song Dynasty, followed by the Southern Song Dynasty, showing a sign of decay, After the Yuan Dynasty, it was vulgar.

While speaking, two ancient porcelain cups were delivered, Su Yang took off the wine gourd from his waist, got a cup with Mei Da, and drank it all in one gulp.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but drinking Xifeng in an ancient porcelain cup from the Southern Song Dynasty, the taste is really different, the taste is more mellow and elegant, sweet and refreshing.

At this moment, Su Yang's heart skipped a beat, as if some shackles were broken, the system sound that had been silent all this time suddenly sounded.

Drink the corresponding wine with a suitable wine glass, resulting in an increase in the title of drinking, from [drunkard] to [wine spirit];

Title effects: 1. Improve and restore physical strength to a certain extent after drinking, and slightly increase the power of martial arts;

2. Immunity to all alcohol poisoning;

3. There is a certain probability.Comprehend alcohol-related martial arts.

After thousands of calculations, after drinking hundreds of catties of various wines, he finally raised his title.It turns out that the threshold for promotion of this title is not only the amount of drinking, but also the use of suitable wine glasses to match the wine. No wonder I always feel that I am on the verge of promotion, but I can't take this step.

The benefits brought by the title of Spirit of Wine also seem to be obvious. People in the martial arts like to poison wine, so I don't have to worry about it at all in the future.As for the improvement of martial arts, although it is said to be "a small amount", it is obviously a step up compared to the previous "trace amount".

The use of words in the system has always been strictly prohibited.For example, [Martial Arts God's Will] and [Thunder Clap], which are rampage abilities, can only be described as "significantly improved", and there are various restrictions on these two rampage abilities, while [Wine Fairy] is only Small boost.But it is aimed at all martial arts classes.

As for comprehending wine martial arts.It seems that I haven't realized any of them yet, but this is equivalent to opening a door. Once this door is opened, the road at the door can be driven by myself.

Here Su Yang was in a daze, but Mei Da slapped the table heavily and shouted: "Good wine, come again!"

Su Yang smiled and poured two more glasses, and Mei Da drank it down in one gulp.Pointing to the cup, he slowly unfolded the three paintings one by one.Said: "Wine is a long time, so what about painting?"

These three paintings are exactly the pictures of five bulls mentioned by Su Yang just now, the pictures of female historians and the pictures of Tang palace ladies.

Su Yang knows how to draw a fart, the few words just now were just a temporary hug, and if he said one more sentence, he would be exposed, so he nodded slightly and said nothing, and secretly winked at Tie Chuanjia.

Tie Chuanjia smiled knowingly, leaned forward and said, "Mr. Meida, since the two of you hit it off so well, why don't you fight it first, how about curing the poison of Hanjisan for my young master?"

Mei Da coldly picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it dry, then glanced at Tie Chuanjia, and said coldly: "Looking at the painting is at the same time looking at the painting, drinking is at the same time as drinking, and curing the disease is at the same time as treating the disease. How can they be confused? It will not be cured."

After speaking, he actually pointed to the empty wine glass on the table.

Su Yang smiled and filled him up again.

Mei Da nodded in satisfaction, pointed at Tie Chuanjia, and said to Su Yang: "Life and death are trivial matters. How can ordinary people like him understand the mysteries in paintings? With such good paintings, even if they die, they will die again." How, don't you think?"

After speaking, he actually finished drinking again, pointing to the cup again.

This time Su Yang didn't give him a good face, put away his smile, and put away the wine gourd at the same time.

"Why, no antidote, not even wine?" Mei Da asked.

"There is no antidote, how can there be wine?" Su Yang looked down at the painting, with a strange smile on his lips, and said, "Not only is there no wine, but the painting is probably gone."

After speaking, he held the two sides of the Wuniu picture, and gave a sudden force with both arms.

There was a muffled sound, and under Mr. Mei Da's surprised eyes, the picture of five bulls was torn into two halves.

"I'm also a layman. If I don't have an antidote, I'm still looking at a painting." After Su Yang finished speaking, he held another picture of a female history admonishment, trying to tear it apart.

It was a cold day, but Meida's face was whiter than the snow outside, and his mustache couldn't help but tremble up and down. It was obvious that he was distressed to the extreme. With a strange cry, his five fingers were like chicken feet, and he pointed at Su Yang. The three acupoints on the shoulder are buckled.

Tie Chuanjia chuckled, grasped Mr. Mei Da's hand, and then slapped him on the shoulder like lightning, half of Mei Da's body softened immediately, and Tie Chuanjia held it in his hand like a chicken.

Su Yang shook his head, and moved his finger across the picture of the female history admonition, Mei Da's eyes followed Su Yang's finger firmly, every time Su Yang's finger moved an inch across the painting, Mei Da trembled.

"Mr. Mei Da, do you think you will be happier if I don't tear up this painting?" Su Yang laughed.

Tie Chuanjia gloated: "He is happy, of course he is willing to heal his illness."

Mei Da was like a plantain hit by the rain, wilting, finally heaved a long sigh, and said dejectedly: "Forget it, I'll take care of it, but I can't do it."

As soon as Su Yang waved his hand, Tie Chuanjia let go of his hand. Before Mei Da could move his body, he stumbled onto the torn Five Bulls Picture and burst into tears.

Su Yang took out the wine gourd, filled it with an ancient porcelain cup, placed it in front of Mei Da, and said with a smile, "It's really helpless, Mr. Da, please forgive me."

Mei Da wept, drank the wine in one gulp, choked up and said, "Why, if you have the antidote, you can have wine?"

Su Yang was secretly amused. Although this person was mean and eccentric, he had a straightforward nature, at least he was not a hypocrite, so he said with a smile: "With the antidote, of course there is wine, not only wine, but I will definitely pay you for a good painting in the future."

Mei Da's face was now a little bloody, she stood up and wiped her tears with her sleeve, and said sadly: "Hey, Qihe, take this young man to the back to get the antidote of Hanjisan to heal his wounds. "(to be continued...)