Chapter 5 What does the word Xuan mean?

In the following days, Li Qingxuan checked in every day, practiced Wu Qin Xi, and obtained many pills.

In addition to the Qi and Blood Pills that can improve qi and blood, there are also White Bone Muscle Pills that are used to heal wounds, and Baicao Pills that are used to treat diseases.

However, most of them are Qi and Blood Pills.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Li Qingxuan felt as if there was a ball of fire hidden in his dantian.

Wearing very thin clothes in the ice and snow, I don't feel cold at all.

He even tried his best to punch forward, and his sleeves made a crackling sound as they rubbed against the air, like setting off firecrackers.

Even if Li Qingxuan didn't understand the martial arts system, he still knew that his physique was improving rapidly.

It's just that despite recent progress, Li Qingxuan's shop still hasn't had a single customer come to his shop half a month after it opened.

This made Li Qingxuan a little worried.

"No wonder there is no painting studio in the whole of Los Angeles. This industry seems really bleak."

Of course, Li Qingxuan also thought that it was probably because of the severe cold now that people were reluctant to go out. Maybe business would get better when the flowers bloomed in spring.

With this expectation, Li Qingxuan could only be patient and wait slowly.

If he still can't sell his paintings by spring, then Li Qingxuan will have no choice but to go back to his old business and go up the mountain to cut firewood.

Of course, with his current physique, if he went to a bodyguard bureau to make a living as an escort, he might be able to do it, but escorting was dangerous.

If he meets a robber and dies on the road, he will not be able to see his wife.

Finally, on the seventeenth day after the painting studio opened, someone came to visit.

On this day, there was a heavy snowfall. When a team entering Beijing from other places passed by the entrance of Li Qingxuan's painting studio, the wind and snow were too heavy, so they had to go in to avoid the snow.

The leader was an old man with white hair.

The old man's clothes were extremely elegant, and one look at him showed that he was not an ordinary person.

According to the introduction of the old man, his surname was Yuan and he came to settle in Luo City.

The stove in the house was very strong, completely blocking out the wind and snow.

Since he was here to avoid the snow, Li Qingxuan didn't expect to buy his own paintings.

Several juniors respect Li Qingxuan quite a bit. People from big families know the rules.

Several maids were very interested in Li Qingxuan's puppy.

Always teasing the puppies there.

Mr. Yuan admired Li Qingxuan's works hanging in the store, and his eyes lit up when he saw the picture of Residence in Fuchun Mountain.

"This painting is very good and quite artistic. My little friend, did you paint this?"

"Um."

Li Qingxuan nodded lightly.

He originally had a calm temperament, and even though he knew that the old man had an extraordinary status, he was unwilling to flatter him.

"This painting is very good. By the way, little friend, can you draw portraits?"

"Anyway, I have nothing to do, so let me draw a picture for me."

"All right."

Li Qingxuan nodded.

The old man found a chair and sat across from him, while Li Qingxuan spread out the drawing paper.

During this period, the old man randomly asked about Li Qingxuan's age and who was waiting there, and Li Qingxuan responded casually.

Be prepared and start putting pen to paper.

"Your painting method..."

The old man glanced at Li Qingxuan, frowned slightly, and hesitated to speak.

Minutes and seconds passed, and the old man looked up at the drawing paper on Li Qingxuan's table from time to time.

Finally, he couldn't help but said: "May I ask, sir, which school this painting method comes from?"

"I figured it out myself."

"No wonder..."

After these words, Mr. Yuan said no more.

In the room, Li Qingxuan was painting quietly.

The juniors spoke in lower voices and did not dare to disturb.

As time went by, the strange color in the old man's eyes became more and more intense, and he occasionally frowned as if he was thinking about something.

Finally, Li Qingxuan stopped the brush in his hand and blew on the paper.

The old man also got up and walked over.

When I saw the image drawn on the paper, my surprise was palpable.

He raised his head and looked at Li Qingxuan carefully.

Li Qingxuan still looked indifferent, as if he didn't feel anything.

"Young Master's painting method is unique in its own way. I have never heard of it. It is so lifelike and lifelike. It makes me feel like I am looking into a mirror."

The old man did not hesitate to praise, but Li Qingxuan just smiled faintly.

"It's just a realistic painting technique, and it should not be appreciated by Mr. Yuan."

Li Qingxuan was not modest. He just painted a portrait of Mr. Yuan in the style of Western oil painting.

It's really nothing special to him.

In fact, Li Qingxuan prefers the artistic conception of traditional Chinese painting to Western realistic painting.

However, for people of this era who have never seen oil paintings before, it is naturally a bit shocking.

The old man picked up the drawing paper and looked at it as if he had found a treasure.

At the same time, he took out a money bag and placed it on Li Qingxuan's table.

"I bought both this painting and the one on the wall."

Mr. Yuan pointed to "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains".

Li Qingxuan helped the old man install the two paintings.

The wind and snow outside stopped, and the old man said goodbye.

When the old man walked away, Li Qingxuan checked the money bag and made a rough estimate. It was probably more than a dozen taels.

This is undoubtedly a huge sum of money for Li Qingxuan.

This old man can easily take out so much silver, and with his style, he should be an official.

Li Qingxuan made a guess in his mind, but he didn't care.

I remembered that I haven't signed in today.

Added a fire to the stove.

There was no need to feed the puppy. At that time, the maids had already fed Li Qingxuan a lot of food, and his belly was round.

Then sign in.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully signing in and receiving the reward Lingbo Weibu."

After Li Qingxuan checked the introduction, it turned out to be Duan Yu's Qing Kung in The Eight Parts of the Dragon.

Based on the eighty-eight and sixty-four hexagrams of the Book of Changes, the user follows the directions of the hexagrams in a specific order. After mastering it, it will be like a breeze, making the enemy unable to guard against it.

The world outside was completely white, and Li Qingxuan came to the yard and started practicing Lingbo Weibu.

This set of Qinggong was indeed extraordinary. Li Qingxuan left a series of deep and shallow footprints in the snow.

…

In the imperial study, Huazhi listened to the spies' report.

"You mean Mr. Yuan happened to enter the art studio today and bought two paintings?"

"Yes, at that time, my subordinates heard Mr. Yuan praising him several times outside the door, saying that the prince's painting is unique in its own way and is the work of everyone."

A sweet smile suddenly appeared on Huazhi's cold face.

This made the spy who reported to her dumbfounded.

Since her ascension to the throne, Her Majesty the Empress has been known for her cold majesty.

Although she is a weak woman, her methods are extremely vigorous.

Many powerful officials in the border areas were trembling in front of her.

Because she said the wrong thing, she was dragged out of the Meridian Gate and beheaded.

The Empress of Great Xia always seems to be so aloof and cold-blooded, no one can make her soften her heart.

But now it looks a bit abnormal.

This is obviously the expression that a little girl would show when she is just in love.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

Only then did Huazhi react and returned to her cold look.

"I know this. I will continue to gather information. Remember, stay away from his living area to avoid being discovered by him."

"As for Mr. Yuan, we also need to pay close attention. Go down."

Huazhi waved his hand.

The spies left in a hurry.

Just after the spies left, Xue Gang, the commander of the Tianyi Guards, came to the imperial study.

"Your Majesty, the mysterious force in Hanzhou has been identified, and its name is Langya Pavilion."

"This is a token sent from Hanzhou about Langya Pavilion."

As he spoke, he handed over a wooden box.

Huazhi opened the wooden box and saw a cyan token inside.

The token is simple and elegant, with patterns of auspicious clouds engraved on it.

The word "Langya" is written on the front of the token.

Turning it over, there is a big word "Xuan".

"What does the word Xuan mean?"

Huazhi frowned.