"It's not moving like a bell, it's moving like a dragon, and the golden light is in my hand, giving me magical powers."

"Arrow through the clouds, break!"

The pure golden light formed an indestructible barrier. One purple light arrow after another hit the sky above the barrier with lightning speed, but it failed to hurt it in the slightest, but it turned into bubbles.

"That's great, junior brother, your golden light technique has been perfect."

"It's thanks to the cultivation of my senior sister!"

"If you want to thank me, please thank your master. I am just a sparring student."

"Thank you, senior sister!"

"hehe……"

I was sixteen years old that year, and at a young age, I had already broken through the heavenly ranks. Everyone said that I was talented, but in a moment, it became a good story in the sect.

According to the sect's regulations, disciples who break through the heavenly rank can get the opportunity to enter Haotian Palace to observe.

If I had known that the Haotian Palace had treasured countless treasures left by my ancestors, at that moment, I was naturally a little overjoyed.

As soon as I walked into Haotian Hall, I saw a painting of ink painting, which was painted with wintersweet. There was also a poem written on the right side of the painting. That poem was actually what I read in the text of elementary school. The great poet Wang Mian's "Ink Plum":

My inkstone washing pond tree,

Flowers bloom with light ink marks.

Don't praise the good color,

Only the clear air fills the universe.

The brush strokes are thick, vigorous and powerful, the brush strokes are leisurely, and the poetry and painting environment have been completely integrated. If you look closely, it seems like you have returned to a certain moment several years ago, when the plum blossoms were first completed.

There is also a legend about this painting.

The great talent Wang Mian is a poet and a painter.

Wang Mian loved plum blossoms all his life. As a poet, he liked to chant plum blossoms, and as a painter, he liked to paint plum blossoms. Wang Mian's love for plum blossoms is unparalleled in the whole world.

It is said that he traveled thousands of miles, went through hardships and obstacles, and climbed to the top of the snow-capped mountains just to paint plum blossoms, and stood proudly on the top of the snow-capped mountains.

The top of the mountain is frozen for thousands of miles.

A person, a pen, a piece of paper, a plum tree... At that moment, he became friends with Xuehua and became confidants with Meihua.

After fighting Han Feng for several hours, Wang Mian finally brought back the painting he wanted from the snowy world - plum.

During those days, he stared at his masterpiece all day long, and he couldn't figure it out, and always felt that something was missing - poetry!

He thought repeatedly...

Once, when washing a pen by the pool, there happened to be a plum blossom next to the pool table. Seeing the water in the pool slowly dyed black by ink bit by bit, Wang Mian suddenly had an idea and wrote this masterpiece of eternal song "Ink Plum", which was written in the painting. From then on, the picture added a little more glory, as if it had gained life.

Wang Mian hung the painting on the wall with great satisfaction.

Days pass by day...

That day, Wang Mian went out to hunt.

After returning from hunting, Wang Mian suddenly discovered that the painting had disappeared, or it was completely turned into a piece of white paper!

Wang Mian exclaimed: "Who stole my painting?"

When he was furious, Wang Mian suddenly smelled the fragrance. The fragrance of the flowers, the boiling food, and an indescribable charm.

"Official, are you back?"

The voice of a gentle and elegant little woman came into her ears, and Wang Mian turned her head to see...

Looking back, Wang Mian saw a woman in white appearing in front of her. She looks beautiful and graceful, and has lotus flowers... just like the fairy above the nine heavens who have fallen into the mortal world.

"Who are you?"

"hehe……"

Looking back, a smile makes you charming.

"Your paintings don't know me? I was the plum blossom fairy on the snow-capped mountains. I slept in the dark for a long time. It was your will that awakened me. Your paintings gave me life, and your poems gave me soul. My essence was the plum blossoms in this painting. You can ask me to paint plum blossoms in the future!"

"Daimei? Are you a fairy or a demon?"

"If the heart is right, the demon is an immortal; if the heart is evil, the immortal is a demon. Do you think I am an immortal or a demon?"

Wang Mian just shook his head slightly, then looked at the white paper hanging on the wall, and said, "Are you really from the painting?"

The plum blossoms smiled slightly, flicked their white clothes, turned around and returned to the painting. The plum blossoms in the painting were vivid and the poem came back.

There was another ray of light, and the poems and plums in the painting disappeared. A woman in white danced gracefully, smiling like a flower. The painting had already turned into a piece of white paper.

Wang Mian exclaimed, there is such a magical thing in the world? Could it be that God missed me that I had a deep love for plum blossoms and sent this plum blossom fairy to accompany me?

"Are you a fairy in the painting?"

"The fairy in the painting? You'd better ask me to draw plums!"

Wang Mian has a lot of thoughts.

"Well... The thrush sounds like the name of a bird. I'll call you Mo Mei in the future! What do you think?"

"The trees on the head of my inkstone washing pond are blooming with light ink marks. Don't praise the good color, just leave the clear air to fill the world. The ink plum, well, a good name, thank you for the official's name."

"You always call me an official? Do you know what an official refers to?"

"I know! Could it be that officials don't like concubines?"

Wang Mian smiled slightly and stared at Mo Mei again.

"I love plum blossoms alone. I stand at thirty years old and still alone. There are charming and red flowers in the world. I only look forward to a woman like plum blossoms coming to me one day. Don't praise the good color, but only leave a clear air to fill the world. The woman (ru) is what I love!"

"If the officials do not dislike it, I will be with you for the rest of my life, hold your hand and grow old with you."

From then on, the great poet Wang Mian and the plum blossom fairy lived a life like a fairy-like beauty.

She grinds ink, he writes; he plays the piano, she dances; he composes music, she sings...

I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals.

It’s a pity that the years pass by are like water.

Compared with the vast universe, human life is so short, and time passes by, but only a few decades.

He is old, sick, and left...

She couldn't keep him, so she had to go with him.

From then on, painting in poetry is still in mind, but the world is filled with less clear air.

From then on, painting was just painting, poetry was just poetry, and the story of ink plum blossom became a legend.

After knowing this story, I feel a lot of emotion.

Each of the rare treasures in Haotian Palace has a history of hundreds or even thousands of years. Here I saw Yuan Tiangang's "Tongbei Tu". At that moment, I felt the mystery of the mysterious yellow heaven and earth and the vast universe.

It was a piano, which appeared in pairs with a musical score.

This zither is called Ben Lei, and this composition is called "Qian Shang Yuyi Song". This song was written by Emperor Xuanzong Li Longji. It is said that it was composed by Emperor Xuanzong for his beloved concubine Yang Yuhuan.

There is also a painting behind the piano, which is an oil painting, which is from the former national teacher of the Celestial Empire, Leonardo da Vinci. The poem on it was written by Li Bai:

Clouds think of clothes and flowers think of face,

The spring breeze blows the dew thickly.

If it weren't for Qunyu Mountain,

I will meet under the moon on the Yao platform.

This painting is called "The Drunken Concubine's Drunken Smiling Picture". The beauty in the painting, who looks back and smiles, is the beautiful woman with pink and colorless faces in the six palaces, is the gorgeous Yang Guifei Yang Yuhuan.

There is another secret about this painting, which can absorb human souls.

Whenever the "Rich Skirt and Feather Clothes" is played on the thunder, the "Drunk and Laughing Picture of the Imperial Concubine" will automatically open a barrier.

And those who are intoxicated by "The Song of the Nichang and Feathered Clothes", their souls will automatically enter the inner world in the painting, called Zi's Illusion.

That is a paradise.

As the saying goes, "Drunk and dream" means that those who enter are not unable to get out, but are lingering, happy and unwilling to come out."

They were completely intoxicated by vocal music and beauty, and could not extricate themselves. The so-called fallen red is not a heartless thing, which turns into spring mud to protect flowers. Their souls finally merge with the painting and become the nutrients of painting.

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Chapter completed!