As he spoke, he spread out the scroll for Taoist Taihua to admire.
The scroll unfolds.
There were a few creases, and a line of large words appeared on a nice portrait.
Not to mention the different sizes of the fonts, the most important thing is the scratches and the signature.
On the third day of April, Xu Luochen started writing.
For a moment, the hall fell silent.
Taoist Taihua stood there in a daze.
Xu Luochen on the side frowned slightly.
Because Master's reaction is similar to that of Senior Brother...
For some reason, an ominous premonition came to my mind.
Chapter 57 If this painting is worth fifty thousand taels of gold, I will slap myself in the face [New book request everything]
Outside the main hall of Qingyun Taoist Sect.
Followed by bursts of screams.
Su Changyu stood outside the door, somewhat afraid to step in.
"You damned bastard."
"How dare you write a poem? Who gave you the courage to write a poem?"
"I'm going to beat you to death, you evil disciple."
"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, please stop hitting me, Master. What did I do wrong?"
"Wuwuwuwuwuwu, Master, I really can't hold on any longer. Please stop hitting me or I'm going to die."
"Master, isn't it just a painting? Why do you care?"
"Master, I don't accept it!!!"
"Ahhhh!"
"You still don't accept it? You still dare to be stubborn?"
"You damned fellow, do you know how much this painting is worth in gold?"
"I'm going to beat you to death!!!"
Followed by an extremely shrill scream.
Su Changyu outside the door was also a little panicked.
Although he was the same when he beat Xu Luochen before, he was not calm at that time. Now that he has calmed down, hearing such a voice, Su Changyu didn't dare to go in at all.
"Xu Luochen, ah Xu Luochen, my senior brother tried his best to help you, but you just wanted to die. You deserve it."
Su Changyu was filled with helplessness.
Although he didn't dare to go in, he couldn't just watch Xu Luochen get beaten to death, right?
When people are extremely angry, it is very easy to lose their reason.
So thinking of this, Su Changyu gritted his teeth and pushed open the door.
Soon, the image of Xu Luochen lying on the ground appeared in Su Changyu's eyes.
In the main hall.
Xu Luochen lay on the ground, like a dead dog, dying.
Taoist Taihua held a wooden vine and hit Xu Luochen hard.
He seemed to be possessed by a demon, his eyes were bloodshot.
Seeing this scene, Su Changyu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, fortunately, the master still had some rationality and only used a wooden vine to whip Xu Luochen, which caused only minor injuries at most.
"Big Brother, save me! Master has gone crazy and is killing people."
When Xu Luochen saw someone coming in, he screamed as if he had seen a life-saving straw.
Xu Luochen felt very uncomfortable.
No, now it’s not just about feeling uncomfortable. He is now angry, scared and uncomfortable.
Isn't it just a painting?
Is it necessary to beat yourself up like this?
Why are you all jealous of my literary talent?
But he was afraid that Su Changyu would come for a mixed doubles match.
The most important thing was that he felt uncomfortable. He really didn't expect that within one day, his respected master and beloved senior brother would fight with each other just because they were jealous of his literary talent.
It’s true that one can’t be too outstanding.
"Master, stop hitting me, stop hitting me. If you continue hitting me, Junior Brother Luo Chen will really die here."
Seeing Xu Luochen's miserable appearance, Su Changyu could only bite the bullet and dissuade him.
"Get out of my way. I will kill this evil disciple today."
Taoist Taihua felt a rush of blood to his head.
Such a good painting, how was it ruined by Xu Luochen?
The portrait was painted, which greatly reduced the quality.
Write down other people's poems and add folds to them.
The most amazing thing is that they even signed their name? Discount upon discount upon discount.
But what made Taoist Taihua lose his mind the most was the scratches.
A painting that was originally worth five or six thousand taels of gold, after being dealt with like this, probably can’t be sold for even a hundred taels of gold, right?
Taoist Taihua can tolerate portraits.
But he really couldn't stand this.
Thousands of taels of gold.
Just like that, it was gone.
His heart was pierced.
No, this hurts more than cutting his heart.
At this moment, Su Changyu immediately took out the scroll.
"Master, Junior Brother also drew a picture. There should be no problem with this picture."
Su Changyu quickly spoke and unfolded the scroll, hoping that Taoist Taihua would calm down.
"besides?"
When he heard that there were other paintings, Taoist Taihua was stunned for a moment.
He looked over there.
It is a painting of a night scene. There is no one in the painting, and there is a poem and a seal signed on it.
This is good.
This is good.
Taoist Taihua put down the wooden vine in his hand and admired the painting with full concentration.
Xu Luochen on the side finally escaped the disaster.
He collapsed on the ground, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction and anger.
He just couldn't figure it out. Isn't it just a painting?
Are you concerned?
For the sake of a painting, I made myself look like this.
Am I, Xu Luochen, not as important as a painting in your hearts?
Xu Luochen's eyes were filled with resentment and sadness.
He feels so uncomfortable.
No, he was extremely uncomfortable.
I feel so miserable that I want to die.
It was okay for me to be beaten by Su Changyu at the beginning!
But I didn't expect to be beaten up by my master again.
Who can stand this?
The most important thing is that if he had committed a heinous crime, he would accept it even if he was beaten twice, because he had been beaten before.
But he beat himself up like this just for a painting.
He really wasn't convinced.
"Good, good, good, there is hope for a top-grade flying sword."
Just at this moment, Taoist Taihua smiled and seemed extremely excited.
This painting has poetry, scenery and meaning.
Perfect, absolutely perfect.
The previous anger completely subsided at this moment.
However, Xu Luochen on the ground was a little confused.
Top-grade flying sword?
Master, are you crazy or am I crazy?
What does a painting have to do with a top-grade flying sword?
He was a little confused.
I just felt that my master had gone crazy with killing.
Otherwise, why would you say such nonsense for no reason?
A top-grade flying sword?
Even if you sell Qingyun Taoist Sect, you still can't afford a top-grade flying sword, right?
At this moment.
Su Changyu looked at the confusion in Xu Luochen's eyes.
Then he knew what Xu Luochen was thinking.
"Luo Chen, do you know that you have caused a big disaster?"
Su Changyu spoke, his tone not very good.
Who would be better off in this situation?
The painting could obviously be sold for at least four or five thousand taels of gold, but after all this trouble he made, it might not even be sold for a hundred taels of gold. To put it bluntly, if Xu Luochen was not his junior brother, he would have wanted to kill Xu Luochen.
Get into big trouble?
This time Xu Luochen really cried.
He collapsed on the ground, paddling his hands and feet like a throwing tantrum.
"You can beat me if you want, but you have to accuse me of a crime that I didn't commit. Woohoo, woohoo, woohoo, I know. It's just that I'm better at writing than you. Are you jealous of me?"
"Big Brother, you are usually petty and jealous of me, but I didn't expect you to do this just to step on me."
"Master, I know that you dote on Senior Brother because you hope that he can inherit the position of the head of the sect. I have nothing to say, but Master, you deliberately suppress me in order to favor Senior Brother. I don't accept it, I don't accept it, wuwuwuwuwuwuwu!"
