Film and TV: Traveling through countless worlds at the same time

So he looked at Huang Rong.

When Lu Xiao turned his gaze, Huang Rong already understood.

He immediately stood up consciously.

"I understand. You want something to go with your wine, right? I'll get it for you right away."

After she finished speaking, she turned to Uncle Mei and said, "Uncle, can I borrow your kitchen for a moment?"

Of course, Mr. Mei would not refuse.

Huang Rong then began to get busy.

Four small dishes were served shortly afterwards.

The dishes are simple and made with ingredients that are readily available.

But the taste is so wonderful that it is hard to describe.

Huang Rong's cooking skills definitely have the power to turn decay into something magical.

Everyone was very satisfied with the meal.

After three rounds of drinks, Master Mei suddenly asked Li Xunhuan, "There's a rumor going around that the 'Along the River During the Qingming Festival' in the Imperial Palace is a fake, and the original has always been in your residence. Is this true?"

After hearing this, Li Xun Huan suddenly understood. It turned out that Master Mei was so attentive to him not because of his reputation, but because of this painting.

He just smiled and said, "That's true."

Mr. Mei was immediately delighted: "Brother Li, if you would lend me this painting, I would be very grateful."

Li Xun Huan said, "Since Master Mei is interested, how could I refuse? Unfortunately, I am a spendthrift. I squandered all my wealth ten years ago and even gave this painting away."

After hearing this, Uncle Mei was petrified, as if he had lost his soul, and he kept muttering.

"What a shame, what a shame, what a shame"

After several sighs of regret, he suddenly stood up and shouted to the boy, "Qihe, quickly hide the remaining wine. Li Tanhua has had enough."

Mei Erye's face suddenly darkened and he said, "Without 'Along the River During the Qingming Festival', there will be no wine?"

Uncle Mei said coldly, "I didn't intend to offer this wine to anyone."

"What about the antidote?"

Tie Chuanjia asked subconsciously, he only cared about this.

Uncle Mei said calmly, "The wine is gone, so the antidote is also gone."

At this time, Lu Xiao laughed and said, "He's out of wine, but you can't take my wine too. It's just 'Along the River During the Qingming Festival', right? At worst, I can paint you a picture after he finishes drinking it."

Uncle Mei's face suddenly showed an embarrassment.

Li Xunhuan can ignore it, but Lu Xiao can't...

Chapter 217 The Intent to Kill

After hesitating for a while, Uncle Mei finally asked Lu Xiao.

"How good are your painting skills?"

Lu Xiao said, "It's similar to calligraphy."

When these words came out, Uncle Mei took a deep breath.

He was ready to agree immediately.

In his opinion, he made a fortune on this deal.

Whether it's genuine or not is not important.

What is important is the artistic conception of the painting.

He had already seen Lu Xiao's calligraphy.

He is definitely not inferior to any great calligrapher in Kyushu's history.

It goes without saying how high the attainments in painting are.

The value of the paintings produced by him is definitely not lower than the original paintings.

But at this moment, Li Xun Huan said, "Forget it. I already owed you once before. If you owe me again, I won't have a second Flying Knife Technique."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, bowed to Mr. Mei, and said with a smile.

"My regret for not meeting you has finally ended, so I will say goodbye to you."

Uncle Mei immediately asked, "You don't want the antidote?"

Li Xun Huan said, "Everything has its owner. I never force anything."

Uncle Mei was anxious.

If you don't want the antidote, I still want to paint.

So he said, "Do you know that if there is no antidote, you will die?"

Li Xun Huan smiled and said, "Life and death are determined by fate. I never take it to heart."

The expression on his face was calm, without any affectation.

It was obvious that he really didn't care about his own life or death.

Maybe his heart has already died.

But this time, a rare look of admiration appeared on his face.

"That's right, that's right. You're willing to give away even 'Along the River During the Qingming Festival,' let alone your own life. People like you are rare in this world."

The next moment, his voice became louder again.

"Qihe, no need to collect the wine."

After shouting, he looked at Li Xun Huan again and said, "Please sit down. This time, I really want to treat you. As for Mr. Lu's painting, I can exchange it for something else."

Tie Chuanjia, who was standing by, was both surprised and delighted: "Where's the antidote?"

Uncle Mei glared at him again and said unhappily, "There's wine, but no antidote?"

He had already put the antidote in the wine.

Seeing this, Li Xun Huan didn't act pretentiously, so the group started drinking.

Drink from the yard all the way into the house.

After drinking two jars of wine, the antidote began to take effect, and Li Xun Huan immediately felt his physical strength gradually recovering.

It was already late at night.

Uncle Mei was currently holding the painting "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" that Lu Xiao had painted last night, crying with tears streaming down his face.

"Woo woo woo~ I'm so lucky to have seen such a painting in my lifetime. I will die without regrets!"

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of rustling footsteps outside.

Hearing these footsteps, Mr. Mei muttered to himself, "How could there be guests in the middle of the night?"

As the words fell, a voice was heard outside.

"I wonder if this is the Plum Blossom Cottage?"

Uncle Mei, who was concentrating on looking at the painting, was suddenly interrupted by these words and immediately shouted to the outside in dissatisfaction.

"Three people broke in in the middle of the night. Are they thieves or robbers?"

The man outside said, "We have come specially to visit you, not to steal or rob, but also to give you a small gift."

Uncle Mei sneered, "Hmph, three of you coming here in the middle of the night to give me gifts clearly have bad intentions. Everyone, please go back."

The person outside laughed and said, "In that case, I have no choice but to take this Wang Wei painting back with me."

If Mr. Mei had heard Wang Mojie's name before, he would have rushed out without hesitation.

But now, he already has Lu Xiao's painting in his hands.

I still have little interest in Wang Mojie's paintings.

Because Wang Mojie's paintings are definitely not as good as Lu Xiao's.

So he said rudely: "Go away, I have guests here, so I won't see you off."

At this moment, the people outside were immediately embarrassed.

It's not right to go, and it's not right not to go.

But at this moment, a young voice suddenly appeared.

"This guy is so arrogant. Why bother arguing with him? Why not just send him back?"

As soon as the words fell, the door was kicked open.

Then three people walked into the house.

A middle-aged man in his thirties, short and stocky.

A man with a face as red as a date and a beard that reaches down to his belly, who looks very much like Guan Yu, an old man in a purple robe.

There was also a child slightly younger than Huang Rong, with a round face and round eyes, and wearing a red cloak, looking like Red Boy.

As soon as he entered the house, the purple-robed old man said.

"We have no ill intentions. We just want Mr. Mei to introduce Mr. Mei Er to us."

Uncle Mei subconsciously looked at Uncle Mei: "Uncle Mei, did you provoke these people?"

Mr. Mei Er looked aggrieved: "I don't know them either."

But the purple-robed old man smiled at this moment, and hurriedly smiled at Mr. Mei.

"Greetings, Mr. Mei Er. My name is Qin Xiaoyi. My son is seriously injured and in critical condition. I've heard of your extraordinary medical skills, so I've specially invited you to join us. We'll pay you whatever the consultation fee is."

Although he was asking for help, his tone was very arrogant.

Master Mei really disliked his tone. "So you're Senior Qin Xiaoyi, the Iron-hearted Guardian of the Eight Directions. But since you've heard of me, you should also know my rules. I don't deal with robbers or thieves. Please go back. If you really want to invite me, come back in a few days. If I have time then, I might go with you."

Are you kidding? Come in a few days?

Not to mention a few days, he plans to run away tomorrow.

He, Mr. Mei, had never been forced to save anyone before.

"He really doesn't know what's good for him. I've already told you, no need to waste time talking to him, just kidnap him. I don't believe he dares to disagree."

The boy said this with a fierce look on his face, and was about to attack.

As soon as these words were spoken, Qin Xiaoyi, who was dressed in purple robes, immediately became interested and made no attempt to stop him.

However, the middle-aged man in his thirties quickly grabbed the boy and smiled at Mr. Mei.

"I'm Ba Ying, a nobody. If the illness wasn't urgent, a couple of days wouldn't be a problem. But the patient's injuries are so severe, we can't afford to delay him for even a few hours, let alone a few days. I was so anxious that I lost my composure in my words just now. Please forgive me, sir."

This sounds like a personal statement.

Mei Erye's expression improved a lot, but he still said.

"That's no use. Your patients are important, but my patients aren't important?"

Ba Ying asked, "Mr. Mei Er, do you have any patients here too?"

Mr. Mei nodded and said, "That's right. I won't leave until he's cured."

The three people who came in at this time subconsciously glanced at Li Xunhuan who was meditating on the bed to expel the poison.

Baying was stunned for a moment, then said, "But the patient here is Mr. Qin's eldest son. He is the only lay disciple under the abbot of the Daming Shaolin Temple."

Shaolin Temple is very famous in Kyushu.

Except for the Qin Dynasty, almost all the states in the Nine Provinces have Shaolin Temples.

And they all claim to be orthodox.

Of course, if we were to compare them in terms of physical strength, the Shaolin Temple in the Great Song Dynasty would be the strongest.

Mr. Mei couldn't stand being threatened by others, so he said immediately.

"So what if he's Qin Xiaoyi's son? So what if he's the Shaolin abbot's disciple? Is his life more valuable than my life as a patient?"

When these words were spoken, Qin Xiaoyi, who was dressed in a red robe, became angry.