"That person from three hundred years ago..." The woman in jade frowned when she heard this.
That strong man can be called the first person in the ages, and no one can compare with him. The woman in jade is naturally familiar, but in this vicissitudes of life, the past is just the past, and it will never happen again. The saint of the past is not the saint of today. God, now, is no longer God.
In this world, there will no longer be such figures who shocked the past and present.
"There is no strong person named Chu in the current generation. Even if we push it back thirty years, there is no strong person named Chu. What's more, he is stronger than Aunt Gongsun. Could it be that that person deliberately concealed his real name. In the last thirty years, only the hero Shen Jianxin was perhaps better than Aunt Gongsun."
"But, even if Shen Jian's heart is strong, he won't be too strong. And if he were still alive, he would still be over seventy years old and a bad old man. How could he be the young master you call him?" The middle-aged scribe frowned tightly. , I really can’t think of who the woman in jade clothes is talking about?
The middle-aged scribe was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head and sighed: "Perhaps, a remarkable figure has appeared in the world. Once such a figure appears in front of people, he will definitely not dive into the water. This is true. The dragon, since it is a real dragon, will appear in the world sooner or later, making waves in the world and causing rain to fall all over the world. "
He really couldn't think of anyone in the world who had such strength and was so young that he could turn the woman in jade into a young master. It could be said that there was no such person at all.
Perhaps, it was a figure who had not yet appeared, who would shock the entire world once he appeared, who gave guidance to the woman in jade.
"Mr. Yan is saying that maybe the young master has been hiding in the world. This is the first time he has entered the world and met me. This meeting will definitely not be the last." The woman in jade nodded, and then walked towards In front of him, he looked at the painting on the long table.
"Mr. Yan's paintings are really astonishing. They are so lifelike that he painted Youluo very well. A painting sage is worthy of being a painting sage. If Youluo could have one-tenth of Mr. Yan's painting skills, he would not be a master of painting." The sisters are laughing."
The painting on the table depicts many women. Each of these women has a different look and posture, but they are the same person. Every woman in the painting is the woman in jade herself. .
"This painting contains one hundred and one sword skills performed by Youluo. The position of the sword falling is exactly the same. Mr. Yan is not painting, it is clearly a memory of my Xiufang's sword skills." The woman in jade smiled. He smiled, calmly stretched out his hand, put away the painting on the table, and held it in his arms.
The middle-aged scribe saw this scene in his eyes and did not stop it. In a sense, this is indeed not a painting, but the swordsmanship demonstrated by the woman in jade. This is the treasure of Xiufang's sect. How can it be Can you live outside?
Naturally, this treasure of the gate cannot be left outside. Otherwise, the woman in jade will be regarded as a criminal in Xiufang.
The middle-aged scribe just shook his head, let out a long sigh, and said: "It is indeed very good. But it is missing this one stroke. What is missing is the progress that has not been made for decades."
"There is something missing? Which one is it?" The woman in jade was also startled when she heard the words. He had never expected that Mr. Yan would say such words, so he was stunned for a moment.
This is a contemporary painting saint. The painting he draws with one stroke can no longer be described as a painting. It is another world, a world exactly the same as the current world. It can be said that Mr. Yan is in two worlds, one is One is inside the painting and the other is outside.
Mr. Yan's paintings are extraordinary and holy, with uncanny craftsmanship. How could there be a missing stroke? The middle-aged scribe was silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "This is what I dreamed about in my dream. Maybe, there is no such stroke at all."
It is in one stroke that all living beings arise in the painting."
"It can be said that what I lack in this painting is soul. If one day the objects in the painting can be freed from it, then my painting will truly reach its peak. Now, I am just standing on the mountainside.
, but the peak is covered by clouds, so you don’t even know how far away it is.”
"To talk about painting a sage... I'm really ashamed." The middle-aged scribe shook his head, feeling ashamed.
"There are all living beings in the painting. What is missing in this stroke is the soul. What I am looking for...can the things in the painting be freed from them?" The woman in jade clothes frowned slightly after hearing this.
Mr. Yan said, this is too far-fetched. No matter how similar the painting is, it is just a dead object. How can it have a soul, and how can it be freed from it?
This missing stroke simply does not exist in the current world. This sounds even more whimsical than turning gold into stone.
The woman in jade clothes woke up from her daze, looked up and down at the middle-aged scribe with a face full of shame, and sighed in her heart, secretly thinking that Mr. Daoyan was obsessed with painting, and was thinking of impossible things.
It's just that due to Mr. Yan's identity, he couldn't explain it clearly. He just chuckled and said: "Youluo believes that Mr. Yan will be able to pursue this step with his transcendent attainments in painting."
"I'm afraid this life is hopeless..." The middle-aged scribe shook his head with self-awareness. This is completely beyond the limits of ordinary people. I am afraid that even an immortal cannot make the objects in the painting jump out.
After all, this is the dream of a middle-aged scholar, and it is impossible to capture the soul in a painting with just one stroke.
The lady in jade clothes doesn't say much anymore. Some words can be stopped immediately. Some words, if you say more, it is a compliment.
The woman in jade clothes looked up and looked around. She saw the men surrounding her.
The expressions on these people's faces show that they are all obsessed. Some of them are even drooling. Of course, there is also disgust. Of course, not everyone on this boat is a man.
Women have always been jealous, let alone the women here. They all come from a wealthy family and are quite pretty. When they see these men, they are all confused by this jade-clad woman, and they feel quite resentful in their hearts.
I am used to seeing women in jade clothes, and I have always ignored these men. Naturally, I am also blind to the eyes of these women.
"Now that Mr. Yan has helped Youluo finish drawing this sword dance, it's time for Youluo to go back to the house and rest." The woman in jade clothes withdrew her eyes and decided to return to the house. After all, she was outside and the sensation she caused was too great.
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"Thank you, Miss Zhou, for dancing specially for me." The middle-aged scribe nodded.
This dance was a request from a middle-aged scribe to the woman in jade in order to find some insights from the situation. Unfortunately, this sword dance is extraordinary and holy, like the dance of a fairy in the sky, but still cannot find inspiration and enlightenment here.
"Miss Zhou, are you going back to rest?"
At this moment, there was a sudden exclamation.
Those men who were immersed in the beauty of the jade-clad woman were finally awakened.
Zhou Youluo, this is the most beautiful woman in the Zhou Dynasty. Almost all men are in love with her. This is the first time they know that the woman in jade is on this ship, and it is also the first time they have seen her so close.
Distance is something that most people will never encounter in their entire lives.
The time they watched was too short, and they just wanted to stand here all day and night.
"Miss Zhou, the Huaihu Lake is extremely beautiful at night. It's such a pity to go back so early." Zhou Youluo raised his head slightly, and what he saw was the blue sky with white clouds. The sun was high in the sky, making the autumn atmosphere still there.
But it's not cold yet.
This is obviously far away from sunset, so where does the darkness come from?
The woman in jade clothes just smiled and said: "A sword dance consumes a lot of Youluo's energy. In the evening, Youluo will naturally come out and perform another dance."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Youluo was about to retract his eyes when he suddenly froze there.
She seemed to be hallucinating.
"This is........."
Following this sound of astonishment, everyone raised their heads.
When he raised his head, he was stunned for a moment.
"Is this an illusion?" They rubbed their eyes with disbelief on their faces.
They saw a colorful road bridge coming towards this direction a mile away. On this road bridge, wild geese were paving the way.
"Someone... is flying in the sky. Is this an immortal?"
What they saw was a group of wild geese paving the way to form a bridge, emitting colorful lights, and standing on top of it was a young man dressed in Chinese clothes and full of jewelry.
The crystal light shone like another round of blazing sun. It exuded a dazzling light and overwhelmed the scenery of lakes and mountains.
"Why are there people in the sky? Why are there geese paving the road? This way of controlling beasts is really profound. Who is this master?" The middle-aged scribe looked up at this scene and naturally did not believe that this was the so-called immortal.
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The road and bridge were getting closer and closer to the direction where everyone was. The sound of the waves gradually sounded and became clearer. It was obvious that they were approaching the flower boat.
Finally, people saw a banished immortal standing above the bridge.
The stranger is like jade, and the young master is the most handsome in the world. This man's appearance is so handsome. Even those men were in a daze, let alone those women.
Ling Dabao smiled, tapped his toes downwards, and his body flew into the air like a light swallow.
"It turns out that this middle-aged scribe is painting. Haha, I'll let you wait and see what the magical skills in painting are, and what my senior brother said is awesome!"
A light shadow fell on the flower boat like a flying swallow in just an instant.
"Beauty and beautiful scenery should have a good painting to remember the beauty's journey." As soon as Ling Dabao's feet landed, he walked up to the middle-aged scribe, picked up the white scroll beside him, and spoke softly.
Said: "Old man, please borrow a pen."
Before the middle-aged scribe could open his mouth, he saw this unexpected young man unfolding the scroll, picking up his pen, and dabbing it with ink.
Put down the pen and have a blast.
In just a few breaths, the middle-aged scribe saw a scene appear in the painting.
This happened so fast that he didn't even see it clearly. The next moment, the middle-aged scribe heard a voice.
Not only the middle-aged scribe, but everyone present could hear this voice.
This is the sound of the wind.
Then, there was the sound of swaying pines and cypresses, echoing in the air, and the lush and dense branches and leaves suddenly began to sway. It was as if the spring breeze in February was blowing through the cuttings, and every branch seemed to come alive.
The vitality and greenness are all reflected in the painting.