The first thousand three hundred and fifty-seven chapters meet
There are immortals in this world. However, this has always been a legend.
However, Mr. Yan felt that his son was probably a disciple from the Immortal Sect.
To this day, Mr. Yan still clearly remembers that everything in the world appears in one stroke.
The picture of stars and rivers is shining brightly, and fairies descend to the earth, condensing the Milky Way and dancing around it, just in a stroke.
This is a dream within a dream, a realm of immortality. This is a realm that a mortal can never touch.
Only people from the mountains who are not stained by the dust and smoke can make the painting appear true.
"Perhaps there really is an immortal sect in this world. Isn't this a legend? As early as three hundred years ago, there were rumors that the god who holds most of the world's lifeblood came from the mountain. So, if this is really the case
, does my son have the same origin as that god?"
This rain dyed the mountain red even more. Mr. Yan listened to this wind and rain, and listened to the rain washing on the red leaves on the branches, so the branches swayed. Then, like beads,
The jade plate fell, shaking down from the sky along the rustling leaves.
This fireworks seemed to have turned into a river, gurgling and flowing, and it was very gorgeous.
Mr. Yan looked at this late autumn scene, looked at the carriage driving, picked up the wine bottle and took a sip, and then narrowed his eyes again, as if he was a young man seeking artistic conception in the rain, his eyes kept flowing.
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Is this really seeking artistic conception? The purpose is just to record this flowing fireworks in my mind, and then use the thoughts in my mind to create a picture, a real picture of autumn.
Mr. Yan saw that in the eyes of the young man, there seemed to be a scene, drifting with the spring breeze and moving with the spring and autumn. It seemed that those eyes were the sky and the earth, containing all things in the world.
There should be no drama of infatuation or separation in these eyes. All that is needed is to calm down and focus all your emotions on seeing everything in the world.
Then, stroke by stroke, they appear in the world and are indistinguishable from the real world.
"My son...are you going to start painting again?"
Mr. Yan lifted the curtain with one hand and looked at the young man driving the carriage without blinking, waiting for the next moment.
At this moment, the beautiful mountains and scenery are set off and rendered by the natural colors of heaven and earth. It would be a pity not to paint a picture.
Unfortunately, Mr. Yan did not bring a paintbrush, but only a few blank scrolls.
Before this ink arrives, even if I want to keep what I saw today with me, I can't do it.
But Mr. Yan believes that his son can do it.
Mr. Yan kept staring at his precious son.
Ling Dabao, on the other hand, was looking at the wine bottle in his hand. Then he raised his head and took a sip of wine. Then he raised his head again, squinted his eyes, and watched a wet red leaf falling with the raindrops.
Mr. Yan looked at Ling Dabao and felt anxious.
He wanted to see the creatures in the painting and get close to that state again. Only in this way, he might have some insights in his heart.
Five days ago, the appearance of the young man revealed a picture of the true spirit, which vaguely made Mr. Yan feel a little enlightened.
It's just that this perception is too hazy, as if there are layers of fog that have been covering up the true face ahead. If it is not lifted up, it will be impossible to truly comprehend.
As time goes by, this haze becomes thicker and thicker. Perhaps, in just a few days, the realization will no longer be clear.
Therefore, Mr. Yan was very anxious and wanted to see his son paint again.
However, this painting also pays attention to the right time, place, people and people.
Back then, Zhou Youluo's sword dance was like a dragon that shocked the sky. The moment when the most beautiful woman in the world danced in the most beautiful lake in the south of the Yangtze River, it was the right time, right place and right people.
It was at that time that Mr. Yan created the best painting in his life. Unfortunately, it was still not what he dreamed of, and there was still a world of difference.
However, it is still the pinnacle of this life. If it were at any other time, Mr. Yan would naturally not be able to do it here.
The right time, place, and people are favorable. For military strategists, this is the best way to win. For painters, is it not the same?
Today, in this late autumn mood, the right time, place, right people and people have gathered together again. Mr. Yan believes that the true spirit in the painting is the same as the world. It is not possible every time, but it must be possible this time.
Indeed, just as Mr. Yan thought, as long as Ling Dabao wants to write, then the autumn fireworks picture, which is only slightly inferior to the picture of beauty dancing with swords in the day and night, will appear in the world.
The reason why it is said that this autumn color is not as good as the night color is that the beauty is not standing here.
Therefore, Ling Dabao was not in the mood to paint.
Mr. Yan waited for a moment. It was raining heavily and had been falling for quite some time.
This rain is not as urgent as before. This day is not as bright as before.
Once the sun completely sets on the west mountain. Due to this rain, the sky will be dark without moon or stars, and then the rippling fireworks will be completely extinguished.
The time and place are favorable, and the only thing missing is harmony. However, this harmony lasts long, but the time and place are favorable, but it cannot wait for others, and is extremely short-lived.
After all, Ling Dabao had no intention of painting at all. He just shook his body and shook off the raindrops that fell on his shoulders.
"Father, it seems that the rain is going to get heavier and it will get dark soon. These horses have been driving day and night for two days. If they get soaked in the rainy night, then...
There are no horses to be found in this wilderness. It’s time to find a shelter from the rain.”
Ling Dabao held the wine bottle in his arms, stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, turned to look at the carriage, and asked.
This rain seemed to be coming very hard, and it didn't look like it would only last for a moment. It looked like it would last for a long time, or at least all night.
In Ling Dabao's view, if Miss Youluo encountered this kind of rain, she would stop and find a place to rest for the night.
In the past five days, Ling Dabao has not seen any sign of Miss Youluo. Perhaps it is because the two parties are far apart, or perhaps they are going in completely different directions. After all, there is more than one way to go to a place.
"Looking for a place to hide from the rain?" Mr. Yan was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes widened immediately.
The right time, the right place, and the right people gathered together. For those in the Painting Way, this was a time of crisis and distress. However, my son was unmoved.
"Son, you don't want to paint? This scene is hard to find. Why don't you paint it first before looking for it later?" Mr. Yan thought for a while and persuaded me.
He can't say it explicitly, he can only help secretly from the sidelines. After all, he is an old man now and cannot force his children. If he forces it, he will not be a good father.
Ling Dabao put all his energy into looking for the Youluo girl, and how could he think about painting. The night rain was quite cold, so it would be better to find a place to light a fire early to keep warm.
After all, painting can be done at any time. For him, what need is the right time and place? All he needs is harmony. He embodies all three.
Ling Dabao really didn't want to paint or show off in front of men. After all, he was too charming. If his adoptive father saw the serious beauty of his painting, he would be greatly shocked and distorted and fall in love with him.
, what should we do?
"Father, it's not that the child doesn't want to draw, it's that he can't draw." Ling Dabao thought for a while and sighed.
"Can't draw? Isn't it possible that even with my child's painting skills, I can't preserve this beautiful scenery?"
Mr. Yan was extremely surprised. He never thought that his son would not be able to leave this autumn fireworks picture behind.
Ling Dabao let out a long sigh again. Then, he spoke leisurely.
"It's not that I can't keep the beautiful scenery, but that I can't paint the things that have passed away."
"Past things? What do you mean by this?" Mr. Yan looked confused and confused.
Ling Dabao raised his head and took a sip of wine. The chill in his body dissipated a little, and then his eyes fell on the maple leaf pavement, which was moistened by the rain and looked even darker red.
"Father, you don't know something. Before my master taught me how to paint, he warned me repeatedly not to paint people or things that have passed away."
"The blooming and falling of flowers is a natural law, just like life and death, which cannot be determined by human beings. The passing scenes and passing people cannot be brought back. No one in this world can truly carry forward the passing things.
If you stay here, you can’t stay with me any longer.”
"If I keep these fallen leaves and autumn rain, it will be against the laws of nature, go against the heavens, and harm my destiny."
"I see..." Upon hearing this, Mr. Yan's eyes suddenly shrank, he understood and no longer forced himself.
The two of them drove the carriage for a two-mile radius and found a cave that could accommodate the three horses and the two of them.
They made a fire with wood, put some pieces of sweet potatoes in the campfire, and drank wine together. But Mr. Yan forgot that the wine Ling Dabao poured and the wine he drank were the more than 20 women on the flower boat.
Spit into the jug of wine.
He had no idea that Ling Dabao was reluctant to part with him, so he took it with him.
"If the rain stops, we will reach the old capital in another seven hours' journey."
.......
In the darkness, the wind howled.
In this darkness, there is a huge and decaying attic.
"The Nihuang Tower in Ni City is rumored to house the most beautiful oiran in Beidi County.
"The richest man in the world naturally wants to see the best women, drink the best wine, eat the best food, and listen to the best music."
Vaguely, a soft voice seemed to sound in the darkness.
"Nihuang Tower is very big and very tall. It has seven floors in total. And this one is also seven floors high."
"It is rumored that Nihuang Tower is home to one-tenth of the beauties in the entire Beidi County. There are floors one after another. Each floor is a little more beautiful."
"I once remembered that on the seventh floor there was the most beautiful woman in Beidi County, and she was one of the most beautiful women in the world. The courtesan Yunxi was famous all over the world.
It’s just that the seventh floor is rarely open.”
"Because if you want to hear Yun Xiuzhi play a song, you need a thousand taels of gold. Just for one song, a thousand taels of gold. Not many people in Beidi County can afford it, let alone if you want Yun Xiuzhi to come forward and play.
Song, start with ten songs.”
"But on that day, someone bought the seventh floor of Nihuang with a million taels of gold for ten days. It was on that day that that person walked into Zhou Zhiruo's world for the first time."
"The Nihuang Tower in Nicheng, the Gongziyu in the Nihuang Tower. This is indeed the place where they met."