Tongdi is a very tasteful person, and I must admit that.

At least as I saw, his clothes were just right, whether they were casual, formal or other styles.

But when he put his taste on me, I felt it was completely inappropriate.

With a close-fitting black shirt and white pants, how can I look at myself in the mirror and feel like a stupid X-ray, and I feel like a hard-dressing literary.

At this time, Emperor Tong was impatient to "check". Seeing my weird expression in front of the mirror, leaning against the door frame, and lazily said: "Even if I give the pig a panda skin, it is a pig that looks like a panda. At least I can get it done, let's go."

I don’t know what expression I should use to face the “meaning” of Emperor Tong. I don’t have the dazzling appearance of him, but at least since I was a child, many people have said that I am good-looking, so why did I become a pig in his mouth?

However, if you want to care about such words, you will obviously have to worry about Emperor Tong.

Thinking of this, I simply put my natal array seal in one of my backpacks, which seemed very business-oriented, and set off with the Tong Emperor.

There is misty rain outside.

The Tong Emperor held a black umbrella, like an elegant nobleman walking in the Middle Ages of Europe and holding a cane.

But I felt that he pretended to be too X-ray, and the mist and rain all the way was not to be beaten, but he closed it and held it in his hand. What does it mean? Aren’t he going to fight? But, the Tong Emperor had nothing but an umbrella. Is he going to be bare-handed?

I complained in my heart, but on the surface I was silent.

Emperor Tong frowned impatiently at me and said, "Put your umbrella for me?"

"I am not your servant, why don't you hold an umbrella by yourself?" It is obviously not a romantic thing to walk in the rain with Tongdi.

"Of course I have my reasons." Emperor Tong urged me impatiently.

Helplessly, I could only hold an umbrella with him. I felt like two sugarcane with him. He was the sugarcane with the skin torn on it, and I was the one with the skin torn on it. Because I was wearing so opposite, he was white shirt and black pants, and I was black shirt and white pants.

How did he be ‘talent’? He could come up with such a combination?

Along the way, people around us looked at the two of us "sugar cane" with confusing eyes. I guess there were many thoughts in my mind, so I wanted to find a hole to crawl into it.

Emperor Tong was calm all the way. When he walked to the corner, he gently held his black-framed glasses and said disdainfully and proudly: "A group of ordinary people always think that their random guesses are right."

While speaking, his wrists turned nimblely, and the black umbrella in his hand pulled out a beautiful umbrella flower, which was then put away by him.

Well, it's like Sun Wukong is playing with the golden cudgel.

However, I dare not think about what the ordinary people in his mouth would guess in their hearts.

This small town in Jiangnan, full of ancient style and water town flavor, is not big. In just a few streets, Tongdi and I only walked for about ten minutes, and then we arrived at the end of an alley, a quiet courtyard.

This small courtyard is truly full of a quiet and fresh smell. It is just that at an accidental corner, it will fall into a prosperous place.

This is the most famous courtyard here, and it is also an ancient building that has been well preserved for a certain period of history.

But in this small town where the "Garden of Eden" exists in the hearts of artists, this small courtyard is given a more sacred "attribute", which is the holy place where private exhibitions are held in the art circle.

Yes, not external, but exhibitions circulating in the art circle.

It is low-key, mysterious, but full of a certain high-standard feeling that can "enter the house" in this small courtyard, it must be not simple.

Legend has it that many famous Chinese masters have emerged here, including chess, calligraphy and painting.

Now, Tong Emperor and I have walked into such a small courtyard. Even though we know it is the "artist", strictly speaking, it is a carving exhibition opened by a demon, we feel a little awe in our hearts.

Everything has a spirit, and this statement has been widely circulated in Taoism and even in circles.

As small as a pen that has been used for a long time, as large as a room, it will be contaminated with human aura, thus forming its own unique "temperament". This small courtyard is typical.

There are too many examples of things that have spirits. Today, it is obvious that the theme is not this. As demon hunters, Tong Emperor and I were only infected by this small courtyard.

At three o'clock, the courtyard still seemed quiet.

I don’t know if it was the bird who was not afraid of the autumn rain. From time to time, I let out a pleasant chirping or two and walked through the curved corridor in the yard. At the end were several opened rooms, which were the most sacred exhibition halls.

At this time, a typical Jiangnan girl was leaning softly at the table at the door, holding her chin with her hands. On this drizzling afternoon, I don’t know what she was thinking?

At this time, Emperor Tong took out two exquisite gold-plated invitations and handed me one.

It is worthy of being a small town in an art paradise. Even an invitation is written in a brush. The characters are completely filled with charm in ancient Chinese calligraphy arrangements, and are completely incomparable to the inferior printed materials that are full of external content.

Since the exhibition here is for the circle and is not for profit, it is just to get some common recognition from people in the circle. Naturally, not everyone can participate. What is needed is this special invitation.

Because it is handwritten, it is not easy to imitate.

With Emperor Tong, I don’t have to worry about these things. He seems to be very capable of everything, and he can easily get such invitations.

However, I lived in this small town in Jiangnan for three or five days. I heard that one day, a mysterious, handsome and beautiful man was in a teahouse where artists like to gather. Suddenly, a guzheng song shocked the audience and thus gained unanimous recognition in the circle.

This kind of invitation that is only circulated in the circle is naturally a trivial matter.

"Actually, isn't it easier to rely on the power of the family? This Tong Emperor likes to be high-profile in everything he does." I took the invitation and handed it to another somewhat dull girl looking at Tong Emperor. The idea in my heart was dissatisfied with Tong Emperor's high-profile man. I didn't have to guess that he knew it was Tong Emperor.

"Girl, in fact, you just looked a little more seductive when you leaned against the table lazily. It was like a sweet fruit." Emperor Tong seemed to like to show off at all times. With his inertia, he didn't know whether it was a sarcasm or a smiling smile, so he said to other girls.

As a result, the girl who received the invitation at the door was suddenly blushed.

I had no choice, so I simply pulled the Tong Emperor into the exhibition hall. If I were here to fight, I wouldn't have any trouble.

Emperor Tong tidi tidi tidied up his clothes with some dissatisfaction and warned me: "Ye Zhengling, you'd better not pull my clothes. I hate the sloppy wrinkles on the clothes."

I was too lazy to pay attention to him, but I was really attracted by the carvings in the exhibition hall. Because, as soon as I entered the exhibition hall, I was surrounded by a degenerate sense of despair and what is the degenerate sense of despair. At this time, even a person like me who is completely inseparable from art felt profound.

That is, despair and pain reach its limit, but a strange pleasure arises in the heart and soul, completely conquered by pain and despair and fall into it infinitely.

That's it? I looked up at the exhibition hall, and the carvings with different postures felt so strong.

The artist only carves the human body. This is something that has been mentioned in the information. Here, the first thing we see is the various human bodies. No matter what posture it is, whether it is wearing clothes or not wearing clothes, it is filled with an inexplicable sense of vitality.

Only at this time can you realize how pertinent the previous master's evaluation was.

Just from the surface, you can feel the existence of flesh, bones and internal organs!

Moreover, far more than that, these carvings are given a strong emotion, which is what I call a sense of despair. Although their expressions are inconsistent, you just seem to be able to feel that they are suffering through these carved eyes.

In addition, no matter what expression they express, there is a singular curve of large or small.

This arc looks like a smile but a smile is like enjoying it.

I was shocked at first, but after watching it for a long time, I felt the depression from the soul because the expression was given to them by artists, and this expression felt like playing with the "people", a kind of training and playing from the body to the soul.

Is this the angle of the demon? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but frown slightly.

Compared to me, Tong Emperor seemed much more leisurely. He put his hands in his bags and walked gently in this exhibition hall. He did not feel the general feeling like me, but he would look at every carving carefully, and even occasionally lean over and sniff it, as if this would make him feel a certain breath more deeply.

There are not many people in the exhibition hall, except for me and Tongdi, there are only three or five people.

But without exception, everyone who is watching the exhibition here has a more or less painful frowning on their faces. The biggest feature of art is mysterious at all. Only one is the most important thing, that is, it can touch people's hearts, and even those who don't understand will be moved.

Apparently

"The artist is such a genius. Everyone here seems to be in pain? Are you moved?" Tong Emperor's lips chuckled, and he didn't know when he walked to me and commented like this.

He kept turning the black umbrella in his hand, and the only move was this, which made people feel some of his emotions.

He said what I wanted to say. I wiped my face and said, "Yes, it's all shaken by the artists. But don't you think it's except you?"

"Is that so? If you imagine that everyone here is a person who dies at his hands, will you still be moved? Or, is it the only urge to step him under your feet and then crush him hard for a hundred times?" The smile on the corner of Emperor Tong's mouth became colder.
Chapter completed!