At the end of the previous chapter, it was Xiaoma who was yelling curses...
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Jiang Liuer's face turned red and said, "Brother Ma, you can't say that about my paintings..."
"What you drew is rubbish!"
Brother Ma didn't give Jiang Liu'er any face. He stepped on the stool and said, "Pay back the money quickly!" As he said this, he looked at the dilapidated house and curled up the corner of his mouth.
"It's okay if you don't pay back the money. You can mortgage your house to me, and I can even give you some money... How about that?"
"Anyway, today, if you have money, you have to pay it back, and if you don't have money, you have to pay it back!"
Brother Ma's expression gradually became fierce, without any discussion at all.
"Brother Ma, this is the ancestral home, it cannot be forfeited!"
Jiang Liu'er looked at Brother Ma pleadingly. He really couldn't get the money now, and it was impossible for his ancestral home to repay the debt, otherwise he would not be able to see his ancestors until he died.
"Can't bear it?"
Brother Ma's temper got angry at that moment. He smashed the stone table in the courtyard with his palm and said, "Then I'll kill your waist!"
Cracking the waist is a cruel job, which is equivalent to breaking the opponent's waist and legs and leaving the opponent disabled.
Jiang Liu'er, an honest scholar from a poor family, had never heard such harsh words before, and his legs felt a little weak at the moment.
"Brother Ma, please give me a few more days of grace. Please give me a few more days of grace. I will pay you back in full." Jiang Liu'er was still pleading.
"Ha~"
Brother Ma sneered and winked at the followers next to him. Immediately, Brother Ma's followers surrounded Jiang Liu'er, all of them looking fierce.
"no, do not want……"
Jiang Liuer kept backing away, his eyes full of horror, and he felt so aggrieved: "Why, I work hard to study and paint, keep myself clean, have never done anything to hurt anyone, and am dedicated to doing good, but I have to be so poor?" '
'Is it really impossible to draw a road...? Is this road really dead? '
'Didn't Brother Ma just refuse to be lenient because I am practicing painting? If I can cultivate literature, Brother Ma will think that I have a bright future and will not collect debts at all, and will lend me more money... As long as I don't pay back the money, he can control me...'
Jiang Liuer knew Brother Ma's routine, but he had no choice.
He wants to live.
He wanted to carve out a space for painting.
Jiang Liuer saw Ma Ge's followers approaching, and the feeling of suffocation made him almost despair.
But that's it.
A ray of light suddenly lit up over the dilapidated Jiang family residence, and then a figure fell from the sky.
The huge movement shocked Brother Ma and others, and even Jiang Liuer was stunned.
They looked directly at the young man wearing a holy crown and a Confucian robe in front of them, their minds almost blank.
saint?
A saint descending from the sky?
Brother Ma's expression changed, but his eyes signaled his followers to stop immediately.
'This is where the ancestors of the Jiang family lived? '
After Lin Yiyuan Shen appeared, he looked around and roughly saw that the situation of the Jiang family's ancestor was somewhat difficult at this time.
"This is the place of enlightenment for the ancestors of the Jiang family, but the ancestors of the Jiang family are not currently third-grade scholars..."
Lin Yi noticed something strange at this time, which was slightly different from when he first met Sage Wuwei.
At that time, Yue Wuwei was just short of becoming a third-grade scholar.
Lin Yi looked at the people present and recognized Jiang Liu'er, the ancestor of the Jiang family, at a glance, but he was only a sixth-grade Confucian scholar.
"I originally thought that if he is a third-grade scholar, I might as well discuss painting with him. Maybe I can make some achievements in painting. I'm here early..."
Lin Yi sighed in his heart.
However, he had no purpose in coming here this time. He simply wanted to enter the spiritual realm in the sage's enlightenment field to see if he could have a conversation with the sage.
This is very interesting.
Let the ancients know whether future changes will be good or bad, and whether the future prosperity will be as the ancients wished.
Culture needs to be passed on. As long as culture is never interrupted, this nation will always stand on the earth.
Heaven and earth are immortal.
"Who is the senior?"
Brother Ma mustered up the courage to step forward and bowed to Lin Yi: "Junior Ma Xiaojun is a descendant of the Ma family in Hangzhou..."
Lin Yi glanced at Ma Xiaojun.
Hangzhou?
Shouldn't it be called Painting City?
But then he realized that there was a high probability that Hangzhou would be the territory of the down-and-out middle-aged man in front of him.
"Senior, junior Jiang Liu'er, I have met senior..." Jiang Liu'er also bowed to Lin Yi.
"Senior Painting Saint, don't be polite!"
Lin Yi didn't mind building a good relationship with the Jiang family painting sage, just like Yue Wuwei back then.
He hoped that this would be an opportunity for him to win over various schools of thought.
"Painting...Painting Saint?"
Jiang Liuer was stunned and looked at Lin Yi in shock, his body trembling: "What...what do you mean? Senior?"
Obviously Lin is wearing a holy crown and a Confucian robe, and he is in the state of a primordial spirit... He is the real saint, why do you call him a painting saint?
Brother Ma on the side was so frightened that his scalp almost flew off. This senior, who was like a god coming down from the earth, called Jiang Liuer the painting saint?
But just now he was demanding debt from the Painting Saint.
Cold sweat began to break out on his back and forehead, and his breathing became slightly short.
Lin Yi chuckled and said: "So it seems that the junior is the first person to talk to the senior?"
After saying that, Lin Yi glanced at Brother Ma and asked Jiang Liu'er: "Senior Painting Saint, is this your relative?"
Jiang Liuer was about to speak.
Brother Ma took the lead and said, "Yes, yes, I am Jiang Liu'er's cousin!"
Jiang Liu'er's mouth opened slightly.
The Ma family is a wealthy and prominent family in Hangzhou. It has great power in the surrounding counties and towns. It is a true family of native emperors.
"Cousin, I told you before that when you are short of money, you tell your cousin and I will give it to you no matter how busy you are. If the servants hadn't seen that you were living in difficulty, I would have been kept in the dark by you. !”
Ma Xiaojun took out a pouch from his sleeve robe and said: "There are hundreds of taels of silver in it. You can use it first. For painting practice, you need to purchase various four treasures of the study, which all require money. My cousin has no talent for reading, but But I am very optimistic about you, cousin..."
Jiang Liuer was stunned and shook his head quickly: "No, no, I can't afford to pay back..."
Ma Xiaojun said with a straight face: "Repay? Cousin, do you treat my cousin as an outsider? Don't worry, you won't pay back a penny!"
As the young master of the Ma family, Ma Xiaojun's ability to judge people is not outstanding.
He knew very well that Lin Yi was not an ordinary person, and he also knew that the Holy Crown of Yuan Yuan could not be worn just because he wanted to. It was a holy crown condensed by the laws of heaven and earth.
In other words... this young man who fell from the sky is definitely a saint.
Even the saints respect Jiang Liu'er as the senior painting saint, which means... this person is probably from the future.
He has heard some legends that scholars' spiritual spirits can enter the spiritual realm and enter different historical nodes.
He knew that the legend was true, and he happened to encounter it.
Jiang Liuer resisted a little and said, "This is not good!"
Ma Xiaojun said seriously: "Cousin, are you looking down on my cousin?"
"no……"
"Isn't that enough? Don't worry, accept it. You can chat with the senior first. My cousin will go back first and come back to visit tomorrow..."
Ma Xiaojun stopped as soon as he saw the situation and said goodbye to Jiang Liuer and Lin Yi immediately.
"Why!"
Jiang Liu'er sighed deeply when he saw Ma Xiaojun leaving.
Lin Yi asked doubtfully: "Senior, why are you sighing? It is rare to have a cousin like this... But think about it, in the current situation of senior, without the support of your cousin, it would be difficult to become a painting saint..."
"Ah? I rely on the Ma family to become a painting saint?" Jiang Liu'er was stunned, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
