小说:狂龙战将(后续入口)

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Yan Lao hesitated for a moment, and said solemnly: "Xiao Yi, if you prove the problem with this painting, you can choose from these collections of mine. Isn't your family head holding a birthday banquet tomorrow? You come to my treasures Ge should also be looking for a birthday gift, right?"

Lin Bingxin's expression changed. Which of the treasures here is not priceless?

"Since Yan Lao likes Tang Pu so much, he should know that although Tang Pu was called the Master of Calligraphy and Painting among the four great talents in the past, he is actually better at painting than books."

On the one hand, Xiao Yi asked Lin Bingxin to take down the scroll, and asked for a dagger, spread the scroll on the table, and continued: "Among the four great talents, the one who is best at books is the deadly scholar and Jin Wuhen, but Jin Wuhen killed too much, almost all of his calligraphy was destroyed, and not much remained."

Lin Bingxin exuded the icy cold that no strangers should enter, and her good-looking brows frowned: "Death scholar? What does it have to do with this painting?"

"It's optimistic!"

The dagger in Xiao Yi's hand jerked into the edge of the scroll, and he cut across the periphery of the frame with a chirp.

Lin Bingxin screamed in fright: "Are you going to destroy this painting?"

Yan Lao's eyes flickered inexplicably, and he didn't say a word, but the clenched fists were a little pale, obviously, his heart was also turbulent at this moment.

Huh!

At this moment, Xiao Yi suddenly raised his hand, and the picture of the autumn water on the surface was lifted up, turning to reveal the picture of a young man holding a sword and cutting a tiger.

On the left side of the picture scroll are four big characters of dragons flying and phoenix-Fuhu sword picture.

In the upper right corner, there is also a verse with a pen and a dragon and a snake: carrying a Qingfeng sword, wearing a white jade, hungry for the head of the United States, and thirsty for the blood of the enemy. Children's love, let go, Hanhaizhi, only now. The man walked thousands of miles with the sword, and the journey was uneven.