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Wu Qian, the owner of the study, saw the person outside, "Young Master Fang."

"Boss Wu." Xiao Han put away the oil paper umbrella, shook the snow on the umbrella cover, and walked slowly in.

Wu Qian took out several travel notes and miscellaneous books that had been wrapped long ago, "Young Master Fang, this is what you mentioned before."

"Thank you, Boss Wu." Xiao Han smiled slightly, like the relaxing wind and bright moon, elegant and gentle, and like a fairy-god young man.

Because of this handsome and unparalleled appearance and a fairy-like demeanor, there are many matchmakers, and most of them are the daughters of noble families. But he rejected them all, and they believed the jokes from three years ago, and they sincerely sought immortals and asked for the truth, and were unwilling to marry.

He was also offended and was unhappy, but a seventh-rank official who proofreads and edits books could not suppress him much, so he could only lose sight of him and was not upset.

What are you doing with that illusory dream?

The former classmates, second-class people, and Tanhua, have already reached the top, but Fang Lingtang is silent in the library, and many people secretly joke with sarcastic words.

Boss Wu also regretted him.

But I didn't expect that the paintings that Mr. Fang sent him to consign were better than in the past.

When Mr. Fang was just a disciple of his son, his paintings were only slightly outstanding among ordinary scholars, and some of them fell into the common sense. After rumors of his determination to seek immortals and ask for the truth, his paintings had a truly elegant and elegant aura.

Wu Qian opened a study and had some ability to appreciate calligraphy and painting books. He immediately smelled the spirituality of everyone's style.

So he specially invited famous artists to appreciate it and placed it in a conspicuous place in the study.

And things were as he expected. Those paintings became famous and unique in Beijing. To this day, they have become quite famous and are sought after by the Qingliu of Shilin and powerful figures.

The "Huang Liang" signed in the scroll is also considered to be a master who is a noble person who is a pure and innocent person.

Thinking of the rumors in the outside world, it is said that Fang Lingtang is a fool who is not enterprising.

This made Boss Wu, who knew that Fang Lingtang was Huang Liang, feel complicated. He believes that Fang Lingtang is really into the Tao, otherwise how could he draw such a painting?

With such a relationship, Boss Wu treats him very well.

Xiao Han had long been using money to consign calligraphy and paintings just because of consignment. Others thought that he had lost all his talents and had once been a flash in the pan.

Xiao Han himself was living a very comfortable life.

The palace collection of books searched all over the world of Taoist books.

In the past world, Xiao Han studied the Taoist sect a lot, but at that time he only regarded it as a meditation to improve his realm. After experiencing a dream of Huangliang, he felt very different.

Although she never encountered that kind of opportunity for enlightenment again, her love-forgetting technique was completely transformed.

Xiao Han tried to integrate into the Taoist Supreme Forgetting and found that it was very suitable without any hindrance.

During the past three years, Xiao Han has been immersed in the palace collection and never thought of leaving.

Xiao Han didn't think it was reliable when traveling around the world and visiting all over the fairy mountains, otherwise how could Fang Lingtang meet Huang Liang's dream in Xiefang Tower in Beijing?

It’s a pity that there are only dreams, but there are no ones who can lead them.

It turns out that the immortal path is long, Xiao Han couldn't help but sigh,

Fortunately, he has traveled through so many worlds, but the only thing he lacks is patience.

With his newly bought travel notes and miscellaneous books, he returned to his residence. The place where he lives is no longer the small courtyard he rented back then, but a more spacious, simple and quiet house. The land price in the capital is valuable in every inch of land. After selling the first painting he made, he bought it.

Otherwise, relying solely on the small salary of the seventh grade would be enough for daily expenses.

"Young Master."

Three years have passed, and the short and thin boy has grown much taller and clearer and calmer. When he sees Xiao Han back, his eyes are bright.
Chapter completed!