Eternal Painter Swordsman
4. Shuiyun Hall

Huang Xinxin returned to her residence and locked the door tightly, only that the walls here were really uncomfortable.

Only use thin paper as a barrier between rooms with sliding wooden doors and wooden beams as a lock.

After deciding that everything had been locked, Huang Xinxin looked at the worn out clothes in his closet.

There were some clothes that were old and plain, some colors had also faded. Huang Xinxin used it.

Then taking the others and tearing them to use as a veil, people when small called her Xia Mei because she was born with a beautiful face.

Then, he would use this name here as another identity. This was an exciting adventure according to Xia Xinxin.

"It can be said, my dream of getting into the story was fulfilled even though it was not like my dream of becoming the lead. " Murmured Xia Xinxin.

He opened the window and jumped from there, when he jumped, it turned out that the outside was the home page.

Xia Xinxin closed her window and went outside while slumping, afraid that someone would notice her disappearance.

Xia Xinxin brought her savings money which was not at all small of course, she was a rich person.

How could the daughter of an Ancient noble, Huang Xinxin, be short on money ? Golden Tael really did not mean much to him so many people started queuing in front of his house to get free food.

Huang Xinxin entered the clothing store and changed her clothes into women's clothes with her hair tied in a ponytail and a black veil.

She was wearing all-black clothes, it was not at all eye-catching as many people in the same clothes were on the street.

Why do most people use black ? He knew the reason when this came towards him, if to look at the local conditions involved with the painting.

Then it's hard to avoid paint spills, though, if indeed they used a light color then it would definitely dirty their clothes while for ordinary folk like them who did not even have many types of clothes then they could only use black.

Huang Xinxin sat in the restaurant and ate quietly, her veil was a rather unique type.

It was mounted on bamboo, looking like a curtain that covered his face while he could still eat quietly without being disturbed at all.

He ate seriously and enjoyed the food here, it was really delicious and not too greasy.

This was in contrast to the food she often ate in her daily life while still alive as Xia Xinxin, mostly she ate western cuisine.

But, after trying the typical food here, this feels really fresh and spoils his tongue.

He finished two dishes and paid, but when he paid, he met a man who had a sharp gaze.

They don't really interact directly, only have eye contact for a few seconds. Before he finally looked at each other, it was just that he felt like he was electrocuted.

Huang Xinxin quickly lowered her head and left from there, this person had an oppressive aura at all, almost the same as someone who had killed countless people.

"Miss ! Your return is !" Shouted the tavern owner but Huang Xinxin ignored him.

If he remembered from the story he had read, then Huang Xinxin should only be 16 years old while Jiu Rui would be 17 years old in three months.

Jiu Rui was supposed to promise to dance with Huang Xinxin but since she met Wu Ying, this was not the case.

Of course, if looking from Huang Xinxin's shadow, then this matter was extremely painful, even almost inexplicable with words.

For a person like Huang Xinxin, then he definitely did not want to lose what had belonged to him.

It was only fitting that he would be able to slander and poison Wu Ying in the end but in the end, it was an extremely impulsive no-planning act, tantamount to sending himself to the gallows.

There was one place that became an attraction for everyone in this Capital, this place was a place where people could paint and sell their paintings.

This place is always crowded, both morning, afternoon, evening and night. People only need to pay for the rented space for each room.

Huang Xinxin intended to rent an hour and form a simple drawing. This place is named, Shuiyun Pavilion.

The idea of people flowing like water and the imagination of the painter floating like a cloud flying freely in the sky.

When Huang Xinxin arrived there, there were already countless works of art displayed there beautifully and full of elegance.

It's just that there are some less realistic and made simply, but even so the meaning to be conveyed is still well conveyed.

"I want to rent for an hour. " Said Huang Xinxin.

"Of course, miss, please write your name here. " Say the waiter gives the book.

Huang Xinxin wrote his name, certainly not the real name but Xia Mei.

"Miss Xia, I'll drop you off. " Say the waiter.

Huang Xinxin nodded and left her money there and followed the maid to go to her room.

There were dozens of private rooms here and it was all almost full at all times, people had ideas at different times so the Shuiyun Pavilion would never be quiet.

Huang Xinxin sat before the canvas in front of her and calmly closed her eyes. Everyone says that people have two sides in their lives.

Then, he would form two real sides, two different characters, one was the cheerful Huang Xinxin while the other was the considerate Xia Mei.

Huang Xinxin paints quietly, in calm waters there is a lotus lantern-shaped hope that floats as the only light with dark water and a dark sky without months.

It really felt realistic until it could almost be said to be real, Huang Xinxin wrote his name in the bottom corner and it just so happened that his time had run out.

"Miss, your time is up. Did Miss just draw it ?" Ask the waiter in surprise.

In just an hour, this girl was able to form such a beautiful painting ?

"Can I sell my paintings here ?" Asked Huang Xinxin.

"Each painting can be sold and will be categorized, if lucky it will enter the auction object that is carried out every week. Miss can follow me. " Say the waiter.