The clear sky outside didn't last long, probably at noon, and then it was a little dull and then it started to rain heavily in Chang'an City.

The echo of the rain in the windows in the pavilion made the room quieter a little.

The small building is raining lightly, and the streets outside are fast, so it is a place for pedestrians to find a place to hide from the rain.

The painter sat at the table and painted. From what the young man described as the woman should look like, he has only come up with a vague outline.

Although the boy told him the whole story of meeting this woman, his appearance was just vague.

But if it is true as the boy said, it is considered a rare and strange woman in the world.

The painter has some regrets. If he could see it at first sight, he might be able to draw more than all his paintings, but unfortunately he would not be able to see it.

The boy sitting in front of him looked at the painting in the hand of the painter, thinking in a daze about what he saw that day.

"Oh." The painter sighed and slowly lowered the right pen in his hand.

"Your Majesty, I can only draw this far."

As he said that, he brought the canvas in his hand to the boy.

It is rare to take the canvas, the people on it are flickering, the wine cup is raised lightly, and the snow is flying, and the painting is indeed very good.

Unfortunately, there is still something wrong, which makes the painting only have the six-point color.

A sense of relief appeared in the boy's eyes. Maybe that point would not be drawn.

He nodded: "Thank you, sir."

Get up and make money.

The painter reached out and pushed the money back, shook his head and said.

"You haven't finished this painting, so I really don't dare to be honest."

The painter was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile.

"If you have not achieved any achievements, you should continue to study hard. If you can make a painting in the future, please come again."

"So, boy Huo Qubing, thank you sir."

"It's nothing, I just think it's thanking Xiaojun for telling me this strange man."

The painter smiled and touched his beard, and secretly calmed down to make the painting successful.

The boy bowed and walked out of the building.

Water curtains dripped on the eaves outside the small building, and the drizzle kept swaying in the wind.

He carefully took the canvas back into his arms and left in the rain.

The painter in the pavilion rested for a while, spread out a new canvas, picked up the pen, closed his eyes and thought for a while, and started drawing again.

He has painted this painting for many years and many more, and he will draw one almost every few days.

When customers who come to him to buy paintings or paint, they will always see one or two paintings, and then look at the person on the painting to ask the painter.

"How much does this painting cost?"

The painter always smiled and shook his head: "This painting cannot be sold, it has not been finished."

Then the guest would always ask, "Who is the woman in this painting?"

The painter's answers are the same.

"The daughter of Shuofang."

One day, the painting of the daughter of Shuofang was seen by a man named Li Yannian. He stayed for half a day and wrote a song.

Later generations called Li Yannian's song:

There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent.

One look at the city and the other look at the country.

It is better not to know whether the city is beautiful or the country is beautiful. It is hard to get a beautiful woman again.

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The sunlight outside shines before, and it seems to be lazily landing on the snow, and the snow in Shuofang has stopped.

I can't see the snow all over the sky, but the clouds in the sky are still cage, the sun is not visible, and the snow on the ground has not yet melted.

With a creaking sound, the wooden door of the cottage was retreated, and Gu Nan walked into the yard while yawning.

She didn't sleep in for a while. She must have lived for a hundred years before she finally understood the principle that the plan for a day lies in the morning. Or maybe it was just that she had insomnia and dreams.

It is colder when the snow melts, but the sun shines warm people.

I thought about washing up, but when I walked to the water tank, I found that the water in the tank was frozen with a layer of ice. I took the ice cubes and smashed them into the basin.

Then a pile of fire was set and the basin was placed aside and waited for the water to heat up.

There was no other sound in the yard in the morning, only a few birds could occasionally be heard from the high altitude in the distance, and it should be that mountain eagles flew past.

Sitting on a stone, Gu Nan took out a roll of bamboo slips from his arms.

This bamboo slip was handed over to her by Duanmu Qing, and most of the basic acupuncture principles are recorded on it.

She has the foundation of acupuncture and meridians, so Duanmuqing plans to start with acupuncture first. As for pharmacology, it is inevitable that she can read and memorize first and do her best, otherwise she will understand it.

Frowning and looking at the explanation of the acupoints on the bamboo slips, she took out a bag from her waist.

Spread the bag on your legs, and inside it is a row of slender silver needles.

Rolling up his sleeves, and putting his hand on his own, Gu Nan stabbed the silver needle in.

She can completely grasp whether the move is correct or not according to her own feelings. Because her body is different from ordinary people, she is not worried about making mistakes.

What's more, she often pierced some acupoints for promoting blood circulation and health care, so there will be no major problems if she makes mistakes.

The flames beside him were burning slightly.

"Chize acupoint..."

Gu Nan turned his hand over and looked up and down, fumbled on the elbow, and finally found a depression that was wide for the thumb.

"It's here."

He said to himself, about to pierce the silver needle.

But he was stopped by someone behind him.

"I, I have talked to you several times, several times."

Duanmu Qing stood behind Gu Nan and said with a serious expression: "You, you have just started learning, don't, don't use needles on your body."

"Uh, I'm just practicing it myself, right?"

"Strange, talk nonsense!"

Duanmu Qing cursed and walked up, carefully taking off all the silver needles from Gu Nan's hand.

This is often the case every morning, either decocting medicine or tasting herbs randomly. Gu Nan would inevitably be said by Duanmu Qing, and there was a little more noise in the courtyard.

Most of the time Duanmu Qing stopped talking. She couldn't say anything about Gu Nan, so she could only sit on the side and sulk. Gu Nan was sorry and always apologized first.

Both of them had a very simple breakfast. Cooking some rice soup was considered breakfast, and often it would be accompanied by some jerky meat. Duanmuqing did not eat meat, and this was exchanged for Gu Nan at the market in the village.

"The rice is about to be finished." Gu Nan said after taking a sip of the rice soup.

"The skins of the sand snakes I dug out in the snow a few days ago should have been dried. Then I will take the snake skin to the village to see and exchange some rice for it."

There are many things to replace with animal skins in the market outside the border. Birds are not easy to catch, so Gu Nan often catches some animals.

It has snowed these days, and she has fallen into many snake nests. At this time, the sand snakes are still hibernating in the snowy sand. They can't move even if they turn them out, so it's very easy to catch them.
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