It turns out that this is also a cultivator

chapter 34

Lu Fanchen entered the state in an instant, and for a time seemed to be integrated with the heaven and the earth, the most divine and holy.

Lifting the pen and dancing, the gesture is magnificent, the posture is full, the dragon and the snake are walking, it is the combination of nature and man, and the way of the brush.

Start with the first sentence.

In the central state, a city in the center, the sky that was originally sunny, suddenly the temperature dropped sharply, and the sky was filled with goose feathers and heavy snow.

People on the street looked up at the sky curiously.

A mortal over fifty years old looked up at the sky and sighed with a worried expression.

"God, we have been here for hundreds of years, and it has never snowed, let alone such a heavy snow."

"Don't say you haven't heard of it, even our warriors haven't heard of it, it's snowing so heavily in the Central Region."

A Jindan stage warrior who happened to pass by the old man shook his head and said.

The entire Immortal Cultivation Realm, without warning, started to snow heavily.

Some old monsters who practiced, after sensing the strangeness, used their spiritual sense to investigate the radius of a million miles, and they were all white.

One by one, they walked out of their own cultivation places and stood on top of the towering mountains.

In the courtyard, Lu Fanchen was still immersed in his calligraphy and painting at this moment, and he picked up the pen to write the second sentence.

... up and down the river, suddenly lost its surging!
The rivers in the entire Immortal Cultivation World seemed to be slowed down.

A turbulent river suddenly seemed to be smoothed out by someone, and it became calm and slow.

It was only at this moment that the top powerhouses in the world of cultivating immortals felt that something was wrong.

One after another silhouettes with powerful breath shuttled in the sky above the Xiuxian world.

In the end, a fact that everyone can't believe.

The entire Immortal Cultivation Realm was covered in ice and snow, and the river water moved slowly.

Although the entire immortal world is only a small interface among thousands of immortal worlds, there are also trillions of creatures living here.

In addition, there are five vast areas of land, and it is definitely a magical skill to make the entire Xiu Xian world snow and slow the river.

After Lu Fanchen finished writing "Qinyuan Spring Snow".

Lying on the table, Qin Manyun, who held his chin in his hands, turned over and jumped up, brought a cup of tea, walked to Lu Fanchen's side, and said attentively:
"Young master, it's hard work, have a cup of tea and rest, this poem is really well written!"

Chu Mengyao and Lin Xi looked at her with contempt.

'This dead goblin, scheming bitch, what do you want? '

'Looking at her face, I want to give her two slaps. '

However, Qin Man Yunguang stood up to the E-class chest, and returned a disdainful look to the two of them.

These two idiots, with your IQ, still want to fight with me?

Although your savvy is not as good as yours, but with a flexible mind, your aunt can dump you eight streets.

"Well, I'm a little thirsty!"

Lu Fanchen, who was slightly thirsty, nodded and put down the pen, took the teacup and took a sip.

Dark inside.

If in the future, when writing and painting, there are beautiful warriors who bring tea and water, then it will be a kind of happiness!

Hey, it's a pity, as a failed traverser, after coming to the world of immortals, he couldn't cultivate immortals.

What's even more hateful is that the damn system has not issued tasks to me for a long time.

I can't wake up no matter what I call, is it falling into a deep sleep?

Those who cannot cultivate immortals are destined to spend only a short hundred years, and these warriors can live to be five hundred or one thousand years old at any time.

"That... son, I don't know if this written poem is framed, or is it?"

Qin Manyun concealed himself very well, and tentatively said with a smile.

what!It turned out that she was playing this idea!
Chu Mengyao stopped grinding ink and was shocked.

For the masters, it is just a poem written by practicing calligraphy.

But for us, it's a treasure.

She was very diligent again today, so...

Chu Mengyao had some fears in her heart, but she did not expect Qin Manyun to have such a deep scheming.

"That, I'll give it to you. You will practice more in the future. Your calligraphy is really unsightly."

At this time, Lu Fanchen had already taken the teacup, walked to the chair in the main hall of the living room, sat down, and said with a smile.

Among the three, Qin Manyun's calligraphy is the worst, and his poetry writing has reached a new height.

For the sake of being diligent today, Lu Fanchen gave her the poem.

"However, you can't get things for nothing. I have to deduct your monthly payment for a month in return for this poem."

After taking a sip of tea, Lu Fanchen glanced at Chu Mengyao and Lin Xi, clearly feeling the loss of the two, and then added.

Hey, three people, we still have to be as fair as possible.

Looking at Qin Manyun like this, although it is attractive enough, it does not look like a rich man.

Besides, it's a maid student in my courtyard, and I'm too embarrassed to ask her for money directly.

call!Being the master teacher of three maids, especially a poor teacher, my heart is so tired!
"Okay, no problem, no problem!"

Qin Manyun immediately agreed, and the small mouth couldn't close the smile.

Even if I am willing to make promises, what is the monthly money for a mere month?
After happily putting away the still-dry calligraphy and painting and putting them in his storage ring, Qin Manyun smiled proudly towards Chu Mengyao and the two of them.

There are bound to be some people who are happy and some who are sad.

Lu Fanchen spoke, but the other two didn't dare to say anything more.

I only hate myself, why is there no scheming of Qin Manyun's goblin.

Next, the three girls began to practice calligraphy with different moods, while Lu Fanchen sat on a chair and drank tea with a sad face.

After Chu Mengyao and Lin Xi went home last time, the treasure they brought was not delivered to Lu Fanchen because the door was closed.

An orderly life every day has allowed them to live a fulfilling and happy life. As for the explanations of the elders, they have long been forgotten.

Seeing that the New Year was approaching, Lu Fanchen, who had only a few taels of silver left in his pocket, racked his brains to think about how to make some money.

In a few days in Qingshui City

A young man wearing a light green padded jacket with a handsome face and a scholarly atmosphere walked into a bookstore closest to the city gate.

"Young Master Lu, welcome, what do you need to buy?"

A guy greeted him with a smile and asked politely.

Then, bending over and making an inviting gesture, he brought him to a chair and sat down.

The person who came was Lu Fanchen, who was well-known in Qingshui City, because he often told stories to everyone in the city, and everyone thought he was a knowledgeable gentleman.

So everyone who sees him is very polite!
"You're welcome, little brother, I remember that you are not only selling calligraphy and painting, but also collecting them!"

Lu Fanchen looked slightly embarrassed, and tried to ask with a smile.

Dangtang, a person who travels with the system, will one day be in the world of immortality, buying calligraphy and painting to celebrate the New Year.

Sad, sad!

"Come on, of course, does Young Master Lu want to do calligraphy and painting?"

The guy paused, almost didn't react, and then said happily.

'Lu Gongzi is very knowledgeable, and his calligraphy should be at his peak, right? I really don't know how much it will cost? '

The guy also often went to the old locust tree to listen to Lu Fanchen's story, and admired him extremely, and wanted to see his style of calligraphy and painting.

"I really want to make calligraphy and painting, I don't know if anyone will buy it!"

Lu Fanchen sat on the chair, his hands were a little out of place, he rubbed back and forth, and replied.

After he finished speaking, he took three words and drew them from the storage ring and put them on the table.

The three paintings he just painted in the past few days are "Ink and Wash Guan Gong Tu", one "Bright Moon Night Bridge", and one imitating the God of Wealth on Earth.

"There must be, there must be!"

When the guy saw the painting bucket on the table, he was very excited and nodded vigorously.

At this time, Wuji was with him and just came back from the outside.

　Dear beautiful fairies, handsome gods, please collect and recommend

　　


(End of this chapter)