Sima Qingshan left Beiluo City, carried a bookcase, and headed south all the way, preparing to return to Nanjun.

Tang Yimo is considered a guide on his path of cultivation, but his relationship with Tang Yimo is considered a friend.

Tang Yimo has no friends, Sima Qingshan is one.

As he headed south, Sima Qingshan saw all the scenery on the official road.

Because of the war, refugees were migrating.

Most refugees migrated from the imperial capital, and they needed to find a place to settle down.

Sima Qingshan was mixed with these refugees, and he saw many refugees starving to death or freezing to death by the roadside due to hunger and coldness.

Faced with these life and death, Sima Qingshan was also helpless.

He can draw, but his paintings are false after all.

The so-called ink splashing comes true is just a tangible but unqualitative.

For example, he painted a steamed bun, but it could not satisfy his hunger. Therefore, he could only watch these refugees starve to death on the roadside.

He wore patched blue shirts and painted all the way. He painted the various forms of these refugees. There were also various emotions among them, including bullies, cunning and treacherous people, and enthusiastic people.

Many refugee children saw Sima Qingshan painting, but there was not much expression on their faces. What they cared about was that they could eat and wear warmth, and that poetry and painting had nothing to do with them.

The plain pen outlines, the ink turns from thick to light, and on the official road of the plain snow, lifelike refugees appear on the paper.

It seemed as if sadness spread.

Sima finished her pen with her green shirt, and her whole aura seemed to be a little condensed in this painting.

"This painting is called "The Picture of the Refugees".

Sima Qingshan took a deep breath.

He remembered the scene of asking about Lu Fan on Beiluo Lake.

That day, he stood in the ink boat, his green shirt flying, looking at the Young Master Lu who was leaning against the railing and listening to the snow, requesting to join Bai Yujing, and asking how to practice the Painting Tao.

However……

Young Master Lu waved his hand and refused to join.

"Bai Yujing won't accept you."

"The world is so big, you can go and walk around, maybe you can gain something and understand something."

"The Painting Way is not a sword or a sword. It does not have strong destructive power or lethality. However, if you achieve something, your power is not inferior to that of a sword."

Lu Fandao.

Under the snow, Sima Qingshan was thinking.

Then, he left Beiluo City and headed south.

Today, when painting "The Picture of the Refugees", a wisp of air that Sima Qingshan held in her chest suddenly burst out.

Originally, he had just entered the body treasure, but he had actually completed the tempering of the treasure.

"The painting is between this world."

Sima Qingshan smiled a little.

He looked at the refugees along the way.

After scrolling out the paintings, I stepped into a nearby town.

The small town is snowing.

There are a lot of hawking sounds on the street. Although the small town is small, it has all the internal organs. Compared with big cities like Beiluo and Nanjiang, the small town is more humane.

Sima Qingshan patted Feixue on his body, found an empty space next to the streets of the small town, put down the bookcase, and took out the newly drawn "The Picture of the Refugees".

He wants to sell paintings.

All poor painters can do is sell paintings.

After a day of painting, no one cares about it. Although many people gathered around and thought the painting was excellent, they couldn't tell the reason. They could only point fingers and say, "This painting is good."

Sima Qingshan was not bothered or anxious.

This city could not sell this painting, so he changed to another city to continue selling it.

There was a rich girl wearing a red mattress, holding a paper umbrella for the little maid, and squeezing the crowd.

The girl's eyes were like stars, her eyelashes trembled slightly, she looked at the scroll, her red lips pursed.

"This painting has a rare charm..."

"Sir, how do you sell this painting?"

The girl wearing a red buckle looked at Sima Qingshan and said.

"One hundred taels."

Sima Qingshan looked at the girl and smiled.

"One hundred taels? You poor painter, do you think your painting is worth one hundred taels? Who do you think you are?"

Before the girl could speak, the maid beside her was extremely surprised.

The crowd around also made a breath of breath and hissing.

One hundred taels... This painter is crazy about money.

Does he know how much is one hundred taels?

This painter probably has never seen so much silver in his life.

"Xiaohong, don't be rude."

The girl was anxious and scolded.

The maid was immediately sad and angry, "Miss, don't be deceived by this poor painter."

The girl with red buckle ignored the maid and looked at Sima Qingshan. Her pink and pretty face seemed to be blown a little red by the wind and snow, and said, "Sir, this painting is really one hundred taels?"

Sima Qingshan looked at the girl, and he faintly felt a ray of spiritual energy surging in the girl's energy pill.

Obviously, this girl is a practitioner.

A practitioner born because of the transformation of heaven and earth.

"No."

Sima Qingshan shook her head.

The girl was stunned.

"This painting is one thousand taels."

Sima Qingshan smiled again and said.

The maids around the girl were furious. Has this poor painter never seen a silver lien in his life?

A broken painting dared to rise to a thousand taels?

Do you think their ladies are easy to bully?!

"Xiaohong, go back and prepare silver for my father. This painting... is about to be settled."

The girl bit her plump red lips and said seriously.

"Miss……"

The maid is unbelievable.

However, the girl's firm eyes made the maid's heart tremble and she hurried toward the direction of the mansion.

Sima Qingshan glanced at the girl in surprise.

Smiled.

"This girl was just a joke before. Since the girl was interested in this painting, she would sell it to the girl at a price of ten taels."

Sima Qingshan stood up, shook off the snow on her body, revealing the patched green shirt.

The girl with red buckle was stunned, and then she smiled.

"really?"

As if she was afraid that Sima Qingshan would repent, the girl took ten taels of silver from the maid and handed it to Sima Qingshan.

Then he looked at Sima Qingshan with anticipation.

Sima's blue shirt rolled up the scroll and handed it to the girl.

When he handed it to the girl, Sima Qingshan leaned over slightly, leaned close to the girl, and whispered: "Watch paintings with spiritual energy, remember not to watch for more than an hour... Otherwise, the gain will not be worth the loss."

Sima Qingshan reminded.

The girl was shocked.

But Sima Qingshan had already carried the bookcase and disappeared in the wind and snow and on the streets.
To be continued...