Encounter Taotie by chance at the beginning and practice longevity skills

As the sun sets, Qingtian Village is bathed in a soft golden glow. The western skyline was dyed orange-red by the sunset, and the clouds in the sky seemed to be ignited by the setting sun, showing a fiery and dreamy color.

Farmers in the fields are packing up their tools and getting ready to end the day's hard work. Their figures elongated under the setting sun, leaving behind pieces of simple silhouettes.

At the call of their parents, the children reluctantly ended their play and walked slowly towards their respective homes with heavy steps but filled with the joy of a day of play.

A group of returning birds drew an elegant arc in the sky, and their songs echoed over the village, seeming to be singing praises for this beautiful sunset scenery.

Li Fang smiled helplessly and completed the last stroke.

The general looked at Li Fang's painting and said, "Classmate Li, this painting of yours is wrong no matter how you draw it. There are no mountains here, these are all fields, and there are too few branches and leaves in your tree painting." . And the proportions of the characters are not right either. The tree should be much taller than the person.”

Lei Ze patted the general's head and said, "How about art? Each person has his own aesthetic."

Xianmeng stared at Li Fang's painting intently and said, "Classmate Li Fang, I think this painting is good. Can you sell it to me? I want to collect it."

Li Fang smiled and said: "Classmate Shangguan Meng, you are too polite. In fact, I know that I am the only one who thinks this painting is very beautiful. Others have always thought it was ordinary, just like what Mr. Shangguan and Mr. Shangguan just said."

"This painting is given to you. And the one tael of gold from Mr. Shangguan really helped me a lot."

Li Fang looked at Xian Meng's happy expression and said, "I see that other people's paintings have a few lines of poetry on them, so why don't I write a few lines for this painting too."

Xianmeng said: "Okay, then write, 'If there is nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world.'"

Hearing this, Lei Ze also nodded: "Very good. If you don't have anything to worry about, it's a good time in the world. You've been to school for two days, and you can write poems."

Xianmeng said: "That's not true. I saw that you didn't listen carefully in class. This is written in the book. I thought it was quite suitable, so I brought it here and used it."

Lei Ze scratched his head in embarrassment. He really didn't expect that Xianmeng would actually listen to the class seriously.

Sometimes he would get distracted while listening.

At this time, Li Fang had already written the lyrics. He said: "Sir, ladies, wait until the ink on this painting dries. You can collect it. I won't accompany you. The sun is going to set, and it's time to get busy in the shop." Yes, I have to go back quickly."

After speaking, Li Fang packed up his things and left in a hurry.

Lei Ze, Xianmeng and the general stood there, watching Li Fang's hurried back, and then turned their eyes back to Li Fang's carefully created paintings.

Li Fang's abstract paintings

Lei Ze looked at the wet ink on the painting and was not in a hurry.

Time has really changed him too much.

In the past, in order to pursue efficiency, he would definitely use Samadhi True Fire to dry it.

But now he just watched the ink slowly drying, and it seemed that he had a different kind of fun.

Time is slowly eliminating Zhang San's influence on Lei Ze.

He usually likes to practice when he has nothing to do, but now he occasionally goes out for a walk and enjoys a different kind of fun. It seems that his original personality has returned.

But he also knows that strength is the most fundamental thing.

The general looked at Lei Ze and then at Xianmeng, and she said, "You two are really waiting to do it naturally. Let's roast it over the fire."

Xianmeng smiled softly and lit up pink flames in her hands, but was stopped by Lei Ze.

Lei Ze pulled the general and said, "Young man, don't be too impetuous."

The general looked dissatisfied: "Master, how old are you?"

Lei Ze shook his sleeves: "I am 108 years old this year."

The general said: "Tsk, then I guess I must be several thousand years old."

Lei Ze smiled and said: "That doesn't count. You were not conscious at that time. When I picked you up, you were only out for a year, so you should be 1 now. You are still 88 years younger than me, young man. "

The general rolled his eyes when he heard this and said, "Tsk, how can you tell your age like this?"

Lei Ze said: "That is to give you face. Otherwise, if you are thousands of years old and are still so stupid, like a child, it will make people laugh."

Xianmeng also smiled and said: "That means that General Sister's childlike innocence is still intact."

The general patted his back and said: "Xianmeng still understands me. Even though Xianmeng is only 70, I think he is more like an old man than you, who is 108."

"..."

The three of them were playing around like this, and the sun gradually entered the night.

......

The next morning.

The three Lei Ze came to school as usual.

The general used the colorful divine generals to kill all around, as if he was a king. This actually gained the general a lot of fans.

However, the rich man could see that this must be due to the master Shangguan Ze's prowess. The fact that the maids had such expensive crickets to play with showed that the Shangguan family was really rich.

So the rich boys came to talk to Lei Ze one by one.

However, the courtesy of these rich young men makes people feel very comfortable, and there is no such annoying feeling as Lin Waner.

There are also advances and retreats in speaking, slightly devaluing oneself and slightly raising the other party, but not too much.

This was quite useful to Lei Ze.

Xian Meng still picked up the book and read what he said yesterday.

For Lei Ze and the other three people, life in the school was enjoyable.

Days pass by like this day by day, time flows by quietly like this.

One month, it may be just a snap of a finger.

At the end of class that day, the teacher knocked on the table hard.

"Students, tomorrow is the day when the immortals from Yanyang Sect will come. I know that many of you have been waiting for this day, but I advise you to calm down."

"After all, less than one ten thousandth of the mortals are qualified to become immortals. But if you study hard and gain fame, you can at least become a minor official."

The teacher's words made the students start talking.

"Hey, let's take a gamble and a mortal will become an immortal."

"I'm just waiting for this day. If it doesn't work, I won't study. Day after day, I'll get sleepy while reading, and I'll go blind."

"Hey, I'll just keep studying honestly. Cultivation as an immortal is too far away."

"I wonder if Immortal is handsome or not."