Looking back, it was all like a fairyland.

Su Mu's life in Li'an gradually calmed down.

He would show up at the teahouse on time every day, order a pot of tea, a small bowl of fennel beans, and a plate of cakes, and spend the whole day there. Su Mu was generous and talkative, and Dr. Tea became familiar with him in just a few days and would reserve some good seats for him.

The storyteller has learned his lesson since that day and has also started telling stories about the martial arts world. Some of the stories he has heard about, and some he has made up, highlighting the grudges, love and hatred, and the warmth and coldness of the martial arts world.

Those who can tell stories in teahouses are all masters who can stir up emotions. Coupled with their vivid performances, purple clay teapots, folding paper fans, and the sound of the gavel, they can tell the whole story in just a few words.

The book "Kuai Yi Jiang Hu" became popular throughout Li'an in an instant, and there was even a possibility that it would spread outward.

To be continued from that day in the restaurant.

The story was rekindled in the teahouse and became extremely popular. In reality, the martial arts world was in turmoil, and the martial arts world described by the storytellers was also in turmoil.

Su Mu regained the enthusiasm she once had for reading novels day and night.

As long as it is a book about enjoying the world of martial arts, he will not miss it. He will be there every time. It feels good to waste time occasionally.

Sometimes, seeing Su Mu so obsessed, Shen Qiu would come with him to listen to one or two shows, which was also a common hobby.

But for what others call the world of martial arts.

Perhaps he still prefers the world in his paintings.

During this period of time, Shen Qiu was thinking about the painting that Su Mu asked for. He always felt that it was missing a bit of artistic conception or a flash of inspiration.

You can only wait for this, it is something you can only encounter by chance.

In addition to listening to stories, Su Mu would also have a drink with Shen Qiu. Shen Qiu would talk about the wonders he had seen, while Su Mu would tell about some strange stories and legends he had encountered.

The two men did not discuss the Tao, but the Tao was in their words.

Days like this go by quickly.

Until one day, a strong wind blew and a rainstorm swept across the entire Li'an. The thunder and rain were like the wrath of heaven, and the raindrops as big as beans hit the green tiles, making bursts of noise.

Shen Qiu looked at the rainstorm and wrote with ink in his hand.

Inspiration keeps bursting out from my mind.

"Boom!!!"

Thunder rumbled in the sky, spreading through the rain and igniting the inspiration in my mind.

The brush and ink never stop, and the shape is formed in one stroke.

"The cliffs cast shadows of thunderstorms, and deep pools conceal hidden dragons."

Another stunning work was born.

When the last stroke was added, the whole painting became natural and seamless. The steep slope of the mountain left the wind and rain gathering at the foot of the mountain to form a deep pool. The deep pool stretched to the horizon, as if there was a dragon lying on its side. The whole painting can be said to be a perfect match with the black carp.

Su Mu was teasing the black carp in the corridor.

Both the man and the fish felt something, and a painting emerged from the rainstorm.

"Brother Su, the painting is finished!"

Shen Qiu's voice came along with the painting.

Heili looked at the open painting, his whole body trembling, his golden pupils staring at the painting in the wind and rain.

"Go ahead." Su Mu gave him a gentle push.

This time, it was like a dragon transforming from a Jiao, with a dragon roar, low and melodious, majestic and deep, the black carp plunged into the "Deep Pool on the Cliff".

Ripples appeared on the surface of the painting.

When the whole body was immersed in it, the whole painting came alive. Rain began to fall in the painting. A hazy, thin mist spread from the deep pool in the painting, and ripples appeared in the deep pool in the mist.

The black carp's growth, which had been stagnant, made rapid progress at this moment.

In line with intention.

The appearance of Jackie Chan is becoming more and more obvious.

Shen Qiu had arrived at the corridor at some point and stood beside Su Mu. "How's it going?"

"Brother Shen is very talented. This painting perfectly matches the Ink Scale Dragon Carp. I'm afraid his growth will be extraordinary in the future."

"Hahaha, that's great. This painting goes well with it. It's a perfect match."

They both laughed out loud.

Thunder roared and dragons roared in the laughter, wind and rain swayed, and the rhythm of Tao slowly unfolded in the sky, affecting the celestial phenomena. The water energy in the rainstorm was being absorbed by the painting, and the rainstorm gradually began to subside and finally stabilized.

…………

More than four hundred miles away from An, under a stone wall, an old man looked up.

"Has the sky changed? There's also dragon roaring. Is it the dragon clan's influence? The only dragons in this area seem to be from the Guangling River lineage. Is it him? No, it doesn't seem like it. Could it be that he's just passing through here..."

"Grandpa, please stop looking at it. The roasted chicken will get burnt if you keep looking at it..." a little girl said, pulling the old man's sleeve.

"Okay, okay, okay, I won't look at it."

The old man rubbed the girl's head lovingly and took the roast chicken off the shelf.

Tear off a chicken leg and give it to the girl.

The girl took a bite and found the chicken crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, fresh and juicy. A hint of spiritual energy filled her mouth. This chicken was not ordinary, and the same was true of the fire that roasted it.

The old man raised his hand and took the green flame back into his hand.

"Delicious!!" The girl's eyes curved as she ate.

"Slow down, no one is competing with you, a greedy little girl."

"Grandpa's roast chicken is delicious."

"Grandpa, do you think we can find my brother? Can he eat such delicious roast chicken?"

Children's emotions sometimes come so suddenly, just like the changeable weather.

It was stormy just now, but now it is clear.

The old man looked into the distance and said, "We can find it, we will definitely find it, trust grandpa."

…………

When the last bit of water energy was absorbed by the portrait, the whole painting became shimmering and sparkled with golden light under the sunlight.

Su Mu raised her hand.

This painting fell into my hands.

The black carp rushed out of the painting with a "plop", and the ferocity on its head became more and more obvious, with two dragon whiskers dragging. The overall change was actually not big, and the changes were all subtle.

The black carp blinked its eyes, asking for praise.

He chuckled, "Our second uncle is really amazing."

This ordinary compliment made the black carp extremely excited. It swam quickly in the yard, raising waves of water vapor, and even water droplets condensed under the corridor and on the pillars.

The humidity is overwhelming.

"Slow down!" Su Mu calmed the restless water vapor.

Shen Qiu watched from the side. This black carp was truly extraordinary, but the name: "Second Master? Brother Su, your name is truly unique and unconventional."

"Is there another master above that?"

"Brother Shen guessed right, but this old man has been out for a while and seems to be reluctant to leave."

Speaking of which, Shen Qiu has never seen an old goat before.

Su Mu was very serious about it.

"This, really exists..." Shen Qiu shook his head and laughed.

"Let's not talk about anything else. I'll treat you to a drink today as a thank you gift. Your painting is really helpful. Wei Tingxuan, you can eat as much as you want. I'll pay the bill. I also have some good wine here."

As Shen Qiu spoke, his eyes lit up. He had tasted Su Mu's "Monkey Wine", which was indeed heavenly nectar. Moreover, after being nourished by Su Mu, it became more fragrant with age. Besides loving painting, Shen Qiu loved wine. Perhaps all scholars and literati loved wine.

Drunk and looking at the sword by lamplight.

The bizarre and strange things, like a big dream, may inspire more creative inspiration.