Chapter 917

"Really?" Pray for the wind eyes a bright, a pair of earned look, doubt asked: "do not regret?"

"No two, no regrets." Downing looked at him with a smile and said, "as long as you can win me."

"Yes, you can say how to bet." He looked at Downing and asked.

Downing looked at the house half way up the hill and laughed meaningfully. As they walked up the mountainside, they said how to win or lose

Come to the waist of the mountain, the sun has not set yet, Qimu wind knocked on the door, came out to open the door is an old man.

"Old man, my brother and I are passing by here. It's getting late. Would it be convenient for me to stay here for one night?" Qimufeng asked, with a friendly smile on his face, which made his original excellent appearance more attractive.

The old man looked at one big and one small, and saw that both the big and the small were very good. The old man raised his hand and motioned them to leave. He was ready to close the door.

However, qimuyuan reached forward to block the old man's action of closing the door. He said with a smile: "old man, we have been hungry for a whole day. It will be dark and there is no place to rest when we go down the mountain. Please help the old man! We can pay for the lodging. "

The old man opened his mouth, but could not make a sound. At this time, a voice came from inside.

"Lao Zhang, since there are guests, please come in. What is it like to be stuck at the door?"

Tang Ning and Qi Mu Feng outside the house heard that the voice was like a middle-aged man. After hearing the voice of the middle-aged man, the old man opened the door and let them in.

As soon as he got inside, Downing's feet stopped slightly, and his eyes seemed to sweep casually. Looking at the layout of the house, it seemed that it was no different from the layout of ordinary people's houses. However, the difference was that there were pictures hanging on the walls of the fence on both sides.

In the open space of the courtyard, in front of the long table, a middle-aged man in gray clothes with a pen in his hand seemed to be painting there. Even when they came in, he did not look up.

When he saw the painting hanging in the courtyard and the owner's house in front of him was painting, he stepped forward and watched on one side. He saw that on the painting scroll was a young man in white. The young man was attacking with a long sword. Both his manner and momentum were vividly drawn.

Seeing that the middle-aged man put down his brush and prayed for the wind to bow his hands and salute, he then laughed and praised: "your painting skill is really excellent. The figure's expression is vivid and vivid, which is really admirable."

"Ha ha ha."

The middle-aged man who put down his brush laughed and looked at the praying wind standing on his side. Seeing that the young man was dressed in red, his face was excellent, and it was difficult to distinguish between male and female. His ink hair was bound at will. The whole man was full of unrestrained willfulness, and praised: "good temperament, young master."

"I'm flattered." Pray for the wind to say with a smile.

The middle-aged man looked at the child and saw that he was a five-year-old child, but he was wearing a small bald head. His appearance was also very excellent. His eyes flashed slightly and said with a smile: "this little boy is really cute."

Tang Ning's eyebrows and eyes bent, a smile of grin, delicate small face, a piece of pure color.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man laughed and said to him, "since you are passing by, you can rest here tonight! Lao Zhang and I are the only people in this house. When we have nothing to do, I like to paint. My paintings can be seen everywhere in this house. After dinner, I'll take you to enjoy it