This is a green lake. Even if it reflects the sky and the mountains, it is just a reflection. The real distance is very, very far away.
A gentle breeze blew up from all directions. This was not unexpected. This was the sound of wind, a sound that could be heard anywhere in the world.
However, other sounds came out of nowhere.
There are no pines and cypresses here. Why is there this swaying sound? This sound echoes in the air, as if green and dense branches and leaves are growing everywhere, swaying wildly.
Here, it seems that the four seasons are passing by, the autumn breeze is passing, and the spring breeze is specially cutting it. Every branch seems to come alive. The vitality and greenness are all revealed in the painting.
The middle-aged scribe was stunned, and so was the woman in jade. Only the crowd around them was still restless.
They were wondering why someone was flying from the sky. Is this a human or an immortal?
This may be a human, because there are no immortals in this world. This is an immortal, because this young man’s temperament and appearance cannot be compared with the world. This is a banished immortal who came from the nine heavens.
.I just experienced descending to earth and fell into people’s eyes.
"Who is this young master...?"
Those men were stunned, and so were those women. But the former and the latter had different reasons for being stunned.
The former was wondering why this man fell from the sky and landed in the boat. The latter was stunned by the man's appearance.
This is a young man wearing Taoist robes and rich ornaments. This young man has thick black hair and a smooth face, as smooth as jade, as if it has been broken by a blow.
Extraordinarily handsome. Just standing there, it is like the blazing sun, emitting light that is difficult to look directly at.
Whether it is the colorful colors on the body that are comparable to the colorful colors in the mountains, or the light itself, it is difficult to look directly at it. It also makes those women's eyes starry, swallowing their throats, and drooling.
If the woman in jade is the dream of men, an unattainable fairy, then this man is also the dream of women.
It is said that men are lustful, but women are not the same. Is the skin in that robe fair? Is it as breakable as an egg? Does it have a strong chest and thighs? Does it have an explosive baby?
The women looked at him eagerly and felt hot inside. They even wanted to abandon their reserve and immediately stepped forward to take off the young man's clothes and touch the man's chest or anywhere on his body.
The sound of breathing gradually became thicker, like thunder that was not yet brewing, embellishing the spring. Isn't this a reflection of the lonely empty garden in the heart of a woman who is late for spring?
Although this spring is late, it has finally come.
A spring for women.
Men are different from women. Women need to maintain their chastity and serve one husband throughout their lives. If they cheat, they will be criticized by thousands of people, despised by thousands of people, and even given the death penalty. Therefore, no matter how beautiful the woman in jade is, she can still choose one man in the end.
But this young man is different. A man has three wives and four concubines, which is a symbol of status. What does it matter if such a strange man has three thousand beauties in his possession?
So, do these three thousand beauties have their place?
Maybe we can fight for it, because although the women here are not as beautiful as the jade-clad woman, they are still beautiful in the world, and their status is good. They are all from everyone, and they have the hope to occupy the position of these three thousand beauties.
At this time, Ling Dabao didn't know what these women were thinking. Even if he did, he wouldn't have any thoughts about having three thousand beauties in his harem except for being proud of them.
He has always believed that it is better to lack than to have too much. The reason why treasures are treasures is because they are rare. If anyone can get close to them, then the title of the most beautiful man in the world will be in vain.
A good horse is matched with a good saddle, and a talented man is matched with a beautiful woman. The most beautiful man in the world naturally deserves the most beautiful woman in the world. Among the women present, only this woman in jade is qualified to be worthy of his spiritual treasure.
Although the crowd around them was noisy, the middle-aged scribe and the woman in jade were still stunned. The latter was just surprised, but the former was shocked and shocked.
This vibrant and green meaning actually originated from a painting. It actually came from a few strokes of this young man's strokes.
He didn't know who the man who suddenly appeared was, but he knew that he was a master of painting.
This can no longer be said to be lifelike, this is the painting moving, as if there is life in the brush. Isn't this... the dream of the middle-aged scholar, the realm he pursues?
"Who is this...who is this?" The middle-aged scribe was shocked in his heart.
This young man is really too young. It looks like he is only in his early twenties. Why is such a young man so accomplished in painting?
If the middle-aged scribe's painting attainments are standing on the top of the mountain in the human world, then this young man has already stepped on the sky.
No matter how high the mountain is, it cannot be as high as the sky.
No matter which mountaintop a middle-aged scholar stands on, he is standing in the human world and is a mortal. But this young man is standing in the sky and is an immortal in heaven. There is a difference between immortality and mortals.
"No... I am a contemporary painting sage and the person with the highest attainments in contemporary painting. How could anyone take a step further than me?" The middle-aged scribe lowered his head and found it difficult to accept this fact.
"It must be an illusion..."
The middle-aged scribe still finds it difficult to accept that there are people in the world who can go further than him in painting.
The woman in jade clothes took a deep breath, slowly regained consciousness, raised her head and glanced at the slightly pale middle-aged scribe, and then at the young man.
Although after seeing this young man clearly, he secretly sighed that his beauty was better than most beauties in the world. He could even compare with himself. However, he was not attracted as much as the other women. He just raised his head and glanced at it.
He withdrew his eyes and walked to the middle-aged scribe's side.
"Mr. Yan? Why do you feel like the things in the painting are alive when you look at this painting?" The woman in jade clothes lowered her head and glanced at a corner of the painting on the table. She suddenly felt dazed and looked around again.
.As if a pine and cypress tree really grew out of the painting, with lush green leaves everywhere.
"Even you saw it?" After hearing what the woman said, the middle-aged scribe took a deep breath and sighed.
This was not only seen by him, but also by this woman. This shows that this is not an illusion, but that this young man's painting skills have really reached that level.
"This is what Yan was thinking in his dream. What Yan lacks is actually in this young man. In this world, the waves behind the Yangtze River really push the waves ahead. Are my generation no longer as good as the generation after it?" the middle-aged scribe thought.
I sighed with emotion.
Both the man named Guiding the Lady in Jade Clothes and the young man who suddenly appeared were far ahead of their generation. In front of this young man, the title of Painting Saint was just a joke.
The real painting saint should belong to this young man! When the young man heard the footsteps, he just smiled faintly and still painted freely, with only a spring breeze of pride.
Suddenly, the spring breeze came again and there was another sway.
The branches are swaying and pulling. In this painting, there is a sudden sound of water, as if the tide is rising. The sound of the tide rises and falls one after another. It is like the sound of waves in the vast blue sea. Then, there are boats carrying people across.
.
Who are you ferrying over? Are they the same people again? The inside and outside of the painting are not the same world. But at this moment, they are connected together, as if the inside and outside of the painting are all in this world.
Then, there was another thumping sound. Is this the shaking of the earth? Or is it the bamboo shoots springing up one by one, breaking through the earth?
None.
This is the standing of the mountains, it is the vicissitudes of life, it is the ups and downs, it is the alternation in the years, it is the multiplication in the changes of the mulberry fields, it is the vast land!
In a trance, people saw the tall, straight and magnificent mountains, as well as the strength and unruliness of life. The streams in the mountains returned to the lakes everywhere, and frightened birds flew up from the sky, crossing the entire spring. All living things represent the blooming of this world.
Exuberant life.
"This is......"
People were at a loss because they saw many, many things that had not appeared before and could not appear in that season, all appeared at this moment.
This is a landscape. When you look up, you can see a landscape in the sky. It seems that the world is upside down.
But in fact, it is not reversed. They are still on this flower boat, and this flower boat is still in the lake, still stuck in the scenery of the lake and mountains in late autumn.
But when they looked up, they still saw the water in the sky, the flower boats in the sky, and the scenery of spring.
This has never happened before, this cannot happen. This is the spring curtain.
All the birds in the mountains are flying away, and there are spring waves everywhere.
In this spring wave, there was another trance. People saw a figure walking in the lake and in the boat, wearing stars and moon, and a sword dancing.
This is really a nine-day fairy dancing in the sky.
"This is me..." The jade-clothed woman's eyes flashed slightly, and when she saw the woman dancing the sword in the clear water in the sky, she also let out a cry of surprise.
That woman, if not her, who else could she be?
"I didn't expect that there would be such a transcendent person in this world, and all of this would come alive in his paintings. This is too far-fetched, but Youluo still saw it today."
At this moment, there is no longer anything inside or outside the painting, there is only this beautiful scene of a prosperous age. There is a scene where beauties, mountains and rivers are moved by force.
"This person... can be my teacher..." The middle-aged scribe took a deep breath, murmured, and made a decision in his heart.
He who hears the Tao first becomes a teacher. Since this young man has gone further in the art world, why doesn't he become his teacher? Only in this way can he find the stroke he is missing.
Suddenly, a hearty laughter sounded in people's ears.
"Girl, they say that a talented man matches a beautiful woman, and a beautiful woman loves a hero. Look, you, a beautiful woman, how about being the wife of a talented man like me?"
When these words fell, they were like thunder in the ears of everyone, regardless of men or women, it was a sensation in their hearts.
However, this inner sensation only lasted for a very short time.
The woman in jade clothes blinked, looked at the young man with confusion, nodded and said: "Yes, a talented man is indeed worthy of a beautiful woman. But if he is a talented man, you are not as good as him, so you are not qualified for Youluo to marry you."