Even if the saint later neglected Shenjiasi for some unknown reason and dismissed many craftsmen, when the Shenjiasi tree fell and the hozens dispersed, this person did not treat him coldly...

Thinking of this, Wu Daoxuan lowered his voice: "Lushan, I rarely see outsiders visiting here...

In the past, this place was crowded with people, but now, oh!

What brings you to my place? I don’t have anything good to give you now..."

Wu Daozi remembers it clearly - since the bad commander was granted the title of Duke of Zhenzhen, and the saint ordered him to go to the palace with swords and shoes, and he did not go to the court, and his praise and worship were not known, the saint's support for the Shenjia Division has become less and less, and now it has been dismantled Most of the organizations of Shenjia Division have been destroyed, so that now there is only an empty shell of Shenjia Division...

However, the Shenjia Division, which has been unable to create a human armor despite many setbacks, may have always been just an empty shell...

Wu Daozi laughed a few times to himself.

Then he saw An Lushan, a fat and dark young man, bowing respectfully to him, and then said: "Is it because I am coveting some benefits in my association with Mr. Wu?

In fact, because Master Wu is extremely talented, I have been impressed by him.

Even if you ask me to be Mr. Wu’s dog, I will be willing to do so!”

Although his words were crude, they were more sincere and sincere, so even these crude words seemed more sincere.

"Sigh... I can see that your sincerity is your sincerity, and you are not planning anything on me. In the past, when I was in glory, others also respected me as a noble. But this morning, when I lost my power and everyone else was like a beast, you can still come here often. Visiting my husband...

How can I not know which one is good and which one is bad?

I just regret that I didn’t help you more and give you a good future in the past, but now you are still a dentist, taking care of this humble industry..." Wu Daozi’s eyes showed true feelings, and he regretted his past actions, "Now , in the eyes of others, I am just a painter who can draw a few paintings. I want to help you, but I am powerless..."

An Lushan's eyes flashed when he heard this.

He kowtowed to Wu Daozi repeatedly: "It is a great blessing for a toothsmith like me that you can treat me with courtesy and sincerity, so why do you need to say anything else?

Now that I’m here to visit Wu Sizheng, let’s just drink and talk!

I have always felt that Wu Sizheng’s current situation is just a temporary bad luck, and he will surely make a comeback in the future!”

Wu Daozi was encouraged by him and nodded repeatedly: "Okay! We have wine today and will get drunk today!"

Afterwards, An Lushan spread the specially brought wine and delicacies on the couch. After the guests and hosts had a drink, it was almost dusk outside, and An Lushan said goodbye to Wu Daozi.

——When he left Wu's house, he had in his hand an additional painting by Wu Daozi.

It's getting dark.

Moisture vapor accumulates in the air, and a rain is about to fall.

An Lushan carefully wrapped Wu Daozi's painting with a layer of oil paper, held it under his arm, walked around a few streets, and knocked on the door at the end of a dark alley.

After the knocker knocked on the wooden door three times, a gap suddenly opened between the two wooden doors. A thin man with a haggard face and linen clothes poked his head out of the gap. He saw An Lushan waiting outside the door. , immediately opened the door and introduced An Lushan into the courtyard.

"Brother, have you found calligraphy and painting by famous artists?

It must be a recent painting, but ancient calligraphy and painting are useless." The thin man was talking to An Lushan behind him, his tone was erratic, his face was pale, and he seemed to be suffering from illness.

An Lushan approached him and suddenly felt waves of cold and biting breath wafting from his body, penetrating into his skin.

"Wu Daozi's paintings, in my opinion, are they considered paintings by famous artists?" An Lushan smiled faintly and reached out to take out the oil paper bag under his arm.

When the thin man heard what An Lushan said, he looked at the scroll wrapped in oil paper in his hand, and his eyes suddenly felt happy - but then he seemed to think of something else, and the light in his eyes dimmed, and he shook his head and sighed.

Said: "Wu Daozi can naturally be called a famous artist in the world, but the paintings I need cannot only be done by famous artists..."

The only person who can save me for a while now is Brother Xi'an's paintbrush.

But he died three days ago..."

Before he finished speaking, An Lushan shook his head and interrupted.

An Lushan patted him on the shoulder and walked into the main room first. As he walked, he said: "There are so many capable people and strangers in the world? You have been trapped in a strange disease for a long time and you don't know the outside world.

Don't worry, the painting I got now will definitely save your life.
Chapter completed!