I am a living immortal.

After three or two drinks, Lin Zhiwu fell down.

"Although the wine is good, you can't drink too much." Su Mu shook his head and smiled, pouring a glass for Wei Ming.

"Hey, Brother Lin just can't seem to get the point across. He really wasn't lying to you. His obsession with wine is just as great as his obsession with books. He's a literature enthusiast and a wine enthusiast."

"He is a man of temperament."

"Speaking of which, Brother Su, why did you come here to get a tattoo?" Wei Ming asked curiously.

Su Mu drank the wine in her hand and said, "I was just passing by. I was planning to go from Wending to Li'an to ask for a painting."

"Ask for a painting?"

"I know this!" Lin Zhiwu said dizzily.

"There's a master of landscape painting in Li'an. What's his name? It's...it's...Shen Qiu."

"It is said that even the most discerning scholar could not find a single flaw in the true meaning of the mountains and rivers in his paintings. They are so natural and effortless that they seem to be created by nature. The mountains and rivers look like they are flowing when viewed up close."

"But Brother Su, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. This famous painter has a very strange temper. He even announced to the public some time ago that he was completely closed off and wouldn't open the door to anyone."

"Even the county magistrate is the same. He won't let you in anyway."

"A painting is now worth thousands of dollars."

Wei Ming was astonished when he heard this. Although the number of gold coins was exaggerated, the fact that it was compared to a thousand gold coins showed how precious the item was.

"So precious?"

He knows the market price and is selling it himself.

"Scarcity makes things valuable. There are only a few of them." Lin Zhiwu is not good at painting, so he defines it generally as scarcity makes things valuable.

"Then I have to try my luck too." Su Mu smiled and poured another glass of wine for Lin Zhiwu.

Looking at the wine in the glass, Lin Zhiwu tried to hold back again and again, but he couldn't resist the tempting aroma and took a sip.

“Delicious!!! It’s still the same no matter how many times I try it.”

Under the influence of alcohol, Lin Zhiwu looked around. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he lowered his voice and said, "Let me tell you a little gossip. It is said that this Shen Qiu is a strange man, not like an ordinary person."

"Oh~ what do you mean?"

Su Mu and Wei Ming looked at each other and became interested.

"Hehe, most people really don't know."

"Didn't I just say that a single painting by Shen Qiu is worth a fortune? He's so tempted by profit, and he's staying indoors. Do you think anyone will come knocking on his door?"

"Of course, let alone a thousand gold coins, even if it's worth a thousand taels, with such a huge amount, there will definitely be people who will take the risk to steal the painting. Even if ordinary people don't dare to do it, some powerful people will send people to steal it." Wei Ming echoed.

"Yeah, so that's the news."

"You mean." Su Mu and Wei Ming immediately understood what he meant.

"Yes, so far, no one has successfully stolen a single painting from Shen Qiu's yard."

"Moreover, those who went there and dared to steal the paintings either didn't come out or were completely crazy."

"What did they see?" Su Mu asked.

"Brother Su has hit the nail on the head."

"They saw strange beasts emerge from the painting and guard the entire courtyard. The thieves were either dragged into the painting by the strange beasts or frightened out of their wits."

"How can such means be possessed by a mortal?"

"Since then, few people have tried to steal paintings. There are also rumors that the reason Shen Qiu's landscape paintings are so realistic is that he used magic to capture a real landscape scene and imprint it on the painting."

"I don't know whether this is true or not." Lin Zhiwu finished the wine in his hand.

"After all, it's possible that this was artificially driven. After this rumor came out, the prices of those paintings that were circulated soared again."

Wei Ming felt envious when he heard this, but he was not jealous. Although he didn't know whether the rumor was true or not, the painting was already famous before that, and he thought he could not paint like that.

Su Mu comforted him, "Brother Wei, don't underestimate yourself. I'm still waiting for your calligraphy and paintings to appreciate in value."

But considering the rumors Lin Zhiwu told, why did Su Mu sound so familiar?

Wait, could Shen Qiu have the portrait of the monster left behind by the Demon Slayer Division?

Don’t say it, you really shouldn’t say it, it’s really possible.

Fate really is everywhere.

After hearing this gossip, the three of them sighed, but the reasons for their sighs were different.

The dishes on the table were almost finished, and Wei Ming had drunk a few more glasses without realizing it, and felt a little dizzy.

When Su Mu wanted to pour more wine, he refused. If he drank any more, he would really faint like Lin Zhiwu.

That’s right, Lin Zhiwu passed out from drinking again.

As long as Su Mu dares to fall, he dares to drink. He is indeed a wine lover.

Seeing that they were almost done eating, Wei Ming and Lin Zhiwu were about to say goodbye. Wei Ming seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Su Mu saw what was happening and pulled out a talisman from her purse. "I know what you're worried about. You have no power or influence, and you don't have much money. Although you're not bad looking, you have no advantage over others. I also think it's a little strange that the courtesan chose you."

"This...Brother Su, although what you said is true, you can't say it so openly. Please give me some face!" Wei Ming was a little amused.

"Do we still need to be polite with each other?"

"How about I praise you a little bit, saying that your literary talent will flourish and you will definitely become a prime minister in the future?"

“Don’t! Don’t! Don’t!!!”

Wei Ming quickly stopped Su Mu from speaking without restraint. Although he was very confident in himself, he had never thought about becoming one of the four ministers or the prime minister. It was too far away for a poor scholar like him, and he felt a little embarrassed to say it out loud.

"Ha ha!!"

Su Mu laughed a few times.

"Here, I think I'll meet an old acquaintance this time. It's worth helping me out. Next time, I'll have to ask you to be my host and treat me to a drink."

"Of course. I'll take Brother Lin back first and we'll meet again another day." Wei Ming smiled and took over carrying Lin Zhiwu and was about to go out.

"We'll meet again some other day. I'll be staying in Wending for a few days."

"Oh, by the way, I still hope that this talisman is not used, otherwise this priceless night of romance will be wasted~"

Wei Ming staggered when he heard this, and quickly left with Lin Zhiwu on his back to prevent Su Mu from saying anything shocking.

"Why does it sound like he's running away?"

Su Mu poured herself a glass of wine and murmured.

What he said before was not just nonsense. Ever since he broke through the Bridge of Heaven and Earth, he has become more observant of luck. The literary luck that soared into the sky from Wei Ming's body was like the contrast between a firefly and the bright moon compared to the surroundings.

The four ministers and prime ministers are not just talk, it is really possible.

It’s just that Wei Ming doesn’t know it now.

Moreover, Wei Ming still has a long way to go if he wants to fulfill this literary spirit.

After paying the bill, Su Mu planned to find an inn to stay in for a few days.