Miaoxuan thoughtfully re-rolled the painting and tied it with a rope, and his tone was a little helpless: "Not everyone can be a painter. Whoever was born in this world is a chess piece. How difficult it is to be outside the world, unless..."

At this point, her voice came to an abrupt end.

"Unless what?" Zhang Jin asked.

"It's nothing, I'm confused for a moment and I'm a little nonsense." Miaoxuan shook his head quickly, unwilling to continue talking.

Zhang Jin did not continue to ask questions, but raised a flute and played another song. For ancient literary and artistic young women like Miaoxuan, the music was quite useful in highlighting goodwill.

He heard him play two more songs, and Miaoxuan's eyes were filled with bright colors and asked with some anticipation: "Can you ask the young master to meet here in a few days? Then I will bring my pen, ink, paper and inkstone to paint myself."

"It is my honor to invite the painter Hokusai."

"Have you heard of me?" Miaoxuan was a little surprised.

"Many paintings have been circulated in the hands of Master Jinghai of Yong'an Temple, among which Mr. Hokage's paintings are also well-known in the capital. But I didn't expect that Mr. Hokage was actually a girl, and such a beautiful girl." Zhang Jin said with a smile.

Miaoxuan smiled politely and did not take his praise to heart: "Then I agreed that we will meet here three days later."
Chapter completed!