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Text Volume 0002 Qingming River Scene

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    In Lu Sen's vision, there is a transparent window.

    About a hundred or so squares form a square gray interface.

    The wooden cube that was sucked into his palm just now was stored in the first grid, and marked with the number: 54.

    Lu Sen turned his head, and then saw Hei Zhu's pious and fanatical expression.

    Seeing the sight of his master coming, Hei Zhu lowered his head slightly, walked up and asked: "Mr. Lang, your hand is injured, do you want to go to the hospital to bandage it?"

    Lu Sen wiped his right knuckles with his left hand. The blood on them had already congealed. With such a wipe, the bloodstains disappeared, and the skin of the knuckles was as smooth as before, and there was no sign of injury.

    Hei Zhu was stunned again, and then showed a natural expression.

    Then Lu Sen asked: "Is there any place in the city where we can sell strange wood? If you do things more reasonably, take me there to have a look."

    "Yes, of course. Is Mr. Lang going to sell the Qimu just now?"

    "We must have some money to exchange for food." Lu Sen said with a smile: "Besides, I have to change my clothes at the right time, otherwise it will be difficult to talk to outsiders."

    In fact, Heizhu is very hungry now. He has only eaten a black rotten steamed bun since morning, and he immediately leads the way.

    Back on the street again, the two of them once again enjoyed the street-cleaning effect brought by Lu Sen's exotic clothes. It was very easy to move forward on the crowded street, and they came to a shop in less than half a stick of incense.

    ""Si Hai Tong Mu"." Lu Sen read out the name of the shop.

    Hei Zhu explained from the side: "When I was begging for food in the city, I heard that the owner of this shop was honest and fair. The owner of the shop is called Huang Mugui, and I heard that he planned to start a business when he was young.  To earn money, I went to ask a well-known fortune teller in the city. The fortune teller said that his name contained the word "wood" and he was suitable for wood-related industries. Shopkeeper Huang didn't want to do longevity material business, so he started wood carving.  This woodcarving shop has been erected."

    Lu Sen looked at the wood carving shop, which was obviously much larger than the surrounding shops, and then walked up the stairs.

    When he arrived at the door of the store, he found that Hei Zhu hadn't followed, and when he turned around, he saw Hei Zhu staying there on the ground below, showing an embarrassed smile.

    Hei Zhu was dressed in rags and had no shoes on.

    A pair of feet were as black as carbon.

    As for the shop of 'Sihai Tongmu', the floor is paved with smooth wooden planks, which are shiny and look like precious wood.

    "Wait there for me."

    Hei Zhu bowed and nodded.

    Lu Sen stepped into the shop.

    In fact, when you are outside the store, you can already smell the unique elegant fragrance of wood products. After you walk in, the smell is stronger, but it is not annoying.

    The interior of the store is very large, and the decoration is also very elegant. What is more eye-catching are the various wood carvings placed on the shelves in the store.

    Chickens, ducks, birds and fish are all common small animals.

    And in the middle, there is a two-meter-high, unpainted, pure large-scale wood carving.

    A phoenix.

    Standing on a huge mulberry tree, it is about to fly.

    The feathers on the phoenix's body are fully visible, which looks very real.  If it's just 'like', that's fine.  The phoenix is ??engraved with a very charming charm, it really has that kind of noble and elegant momentum, the aura of the phoenix coming out of a hundred birds.

    No wonder the shop was able to be erected. The wood carvings in this shop, even a person like Lu Sen who has been baptized with literary and artistic information, finds them extremely amazing.

    At this time, the waiter who was busy cleaning the container heard footsteps behind him, immediately turned his head and said with a smile: "Guest officer, good afternoon"

    Then the waiter swallowed his saliva, and his expression became a little frightened. He felt that he had encountered a demon.

    There is no way, the black and white skull on Lu Sen's clothes is too advanced for the people of Bianjing.

    At least the people in Bianjing City have not yet evolved to appreciate this thing.

    "Guest officer Lord, how can I help you?" The waiter's voice was trembling.

    He is the only one in the shop now, what if this monster has malicious intentions?

    Lu Sen felt quite helpless, and he also knew what the other party was afraid of, so he tried his best to put on a gentle smile: "I heard that the store bought Qimu here?"

    "Yes, yes." The shop clerk nodded repeatedly, for fear of irritating the monster in front of him if he answered slowly: "As long as it is high-quality wood or strange wood, our shop will charge a high price."

    "Then what do you think of this product?"

    the?? same.

    A certain picture scroll hidden deep in my mind, which I will hardly really forget, came to my eyes with the recovery of memory.

    The picture scroll and the reality gradually overlap.

    "Qing, Ming, Shang, He, Tu!"

    Lu Sen called out the name almost word for word.

    At the same time, every time he shouted a word, his left hand, which was not holding the pie, would slap the bridge railing hard.

    Very excited.

    After five heavy slaps, strands of white marks spread all over the surface of the wooden arch bridge.

    Many passers-by have noticed these white and twisted spider silk-like marks. They don't know why, and they don't have any sense of crisis.

    At this time, Hei Zhu was already frightened into a fool, and the pancake that was almost finished fell on the bridge.

    He knelt down with a bang, hugged Lu Sen's legs and cried hard: "Lang Jun, Lang Jun, please. If the bread is not to your liking, if it is too unpalatable, you will beat that old Zhang to death."  , You can also kill me, but don¡¯t get angry with this bridge, there are at least a thousand people on it, sir! ?
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