Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty Eight The World in the Painting
Li Xiuyuan still agreed to Gu Xian's request.
Not because he wanted to use his paintbrush, but because he needed to find out the whereabouts of Third Sister Hu. Instead of searching everywhere, it would be better to believe in this fairy for once than to worry. Moreover, Teng Yunzi also went to ask the master.
Perhaps the master is also helping.
"Just one hour at a time. I hope your help, Immortal, will not disappoint me." He said seriously.
Gu Xian smiled and said: "How can the immortal go back on his promise? It only takes one hour."
"What do you need me to do?" Li Xiuyuan asked.
"Nothing is needed, you just need to stand there. Today I will make a picture of Tianmu Mountain and Jinghu Lake." Gu Xian became happy, immediately spread out the paper, dyed ink and started painting.
He painted dragons and snakes, and the beautiful scenery in the distance of Tianmu Mountain was all included in the painting. The artistic conception was profound and layered. In just a moment, the scenery behind it was painted in seven or eighty-seven degrees.
It can be seen that this immortal's painting skills are very good. If he were a mortal, he would probably not be able to finish all the time in an afternoon.
But when it came time to draw Li Xiuyuan, the ink pen in Gu Xian's hand slowed down significantly.
He first drew Li Xiuyuan's clothes, and then his body.
The more he continued to draw, the more excited Gu Xian became. He felt as if something had become transparent. Perhaps it was the beauty of the immortal that he was pursuing.
No, this is not maybe, but definitely.
Gu Xian was sometimes amazed, seemed to be cheering, sometimes drinking, sometimes composing songs... his body was wild and his expression was crazy, as if he had gone crazy.
But the ink pen in his hand never stopped.
Even with his eyes closed, he can splash ink freely, and his arms are steady and strong. Such painting skills are not something ordinary people can possess.
After he finished drawing the body, Gu Xian began to draw Li Xiuyuan's appearance.
But at this moment, Gu Xian frowned, put away all the crazy expressions, and fell into deep thought. He looked at Li Xiuyuan's appearance and wanted to write, but the pen tip suddenly stopped before it landed on the paper.
paused, then he raised his head and took another look suspiciously.
I wanted to write again, but hesitated.
"Strange, strange, why I can't describe his appearance." Gu Xian muttered to himself, his expression gradually becoming anxious.
His painting has reached its peak. He can feel that as long as this painting is completed, his painting skills will be transcended. This is the only thing he pursues after becoming an immortal.
"Why didn't the immortal write any more?" Li Xiuyuan said as he stood there.
Gu Xiandao: "Why can't I describe your appearance? Is this a test given to me by God? It makes me unable to achieve the state I want to achieve?"
Li Xiuyuan said: "Is the appearance of a mortal important? I don't think it is important."
"You're right, it doesn't matter what you look like." Gu Xianruo felt something and started writing immediately.
However, I saw that the face of the Taoist in the painting was blurry, as if he was separated by a layer of distance. He seemed to be able to see clearly, but also seemed not to be able to see clearly, which made people confused.
"Yes, this is what a god should look like. There is no fixed appearance or posture. It makes people feel like they are separated by a layer of clouds and mist, and they can never see clearly, but they can still have daydreams about it." Gu Xian was very satisfied with this in his heart.
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Although the posture of the gods must be clearly depicted?
After finishing the painting of Li Xiuyuan's appearance, Gu Xian was stumped again when he was about to finish the painting.
He was not in a hurry, but Li Xiuyuan was a little anxious: "Why did the immortal stop writing again?"
Gu Xian sighed with emotion: "I thought it would be different this time, but in the end I was stumped. I have finished painting your body and appearance, and I am very satisfied with it, but only your eyes I don't know what to say? This is probably
It’s probably because I haven’t reached that level yet.”
Li Xiuyuan came over curiously and took a look, and saw all kinds of beautiful scenery on the Tianmu Mountain Jinghu Lake map, layered on top of it. From every angle, it seemed like different scenery could be transformed into a fairy.
He has reached a peak in his use of the changes in shades of ink.
However, in the scroll, there is an immortal wearing Taoist robes standing by the lake. His appearance is vague, but he has an indescribable charm. However, his eyes are empty and lack the last two strokes to highlight the eyes.
"Zhang Sengyao once painted the finishing touch, and his reputation spread throughout the world. I thought that Zhang Sengyao's painting skills were just like this. I can paint anything he can paint. But now I understand that the most difficult things to paint are not the scenery, characters, immortals and Buddhas.
It’s those eyes.”
Gu Xian sighed: "My painting skills stop here. You can go and go to the bank of Jinghu Lake to find the two women fetching water. They carry water every day. They will definitely know who comes in and out of Tianmu Mountain. You go
You will definitely gain something if you look for them."
After saying that, he wanted to abandon his pen and tear up the scroll.
"Wait a minute." Li Xiuyuan stopped him.
"Since the Immortal refuses to put pen to paper, why don't you let me do it for you? If such a painting is torn up, wouldn't it be a waste of natural resources? If my eyes don't look the same, the Immortal will destroy the painting no matter how late he is, and he will treat it like a dead horse.
Bar,"
Li Xiuyuan said, and he immediately took the brush from Gu Xian's hand.
Gu Xian was stunned for a moment when he saw the brush being taken away.
Before he could speak, he saw that Li Xiuyuan had already started writing. He started writing very quickly, without thinking, as if he had made two strokes at random.
The Taoist in the painting immediately had a pair of eyes.
Although it was just two simple strokes, it gave the whole painting a soul. The Taoist's demeanor changed drastically. His eyes were deep and calm, as if he could see through everything. He looked into the distance, all the beautiful scenery behind him, and even the painting.
In a corner, Tianmu Mountain is hidden in the clouds and mist.
They all became foils.
It seems that there is only one person in the whole world.
Li Xiuyuan took a look and said, "If Immortal feels dissatisfied, I will tear it up immediately."
He felt that his move just now was a bit rash, but it was mainly because he felt impatient when he saw that the immortal was still reluctant to start writing, so he forcibly took the brush away and lit his eyes.
"Wait a minute." Gu Xian hurriedly reached Li Xiuyuan.
He suddenly picked up the scroll, then stretched out his hand and shook it.
Buzz~!
A ray of black light flew out from the painting, covering all directions, and the surrounding area was immediately filled with the scent of ink.
next moment.
The scene in front of me has undergone earth-shaking changes. Everything around me has turned into ink color, and everything has lost its color.
People and objects in the distance also disappeared without a trace, leaving only three people in the whole world.
Gu Xian, Li Xiuyuan, and the Taoist in the painting who resembled Li Xiuyuan.
"This is..." Li Xiuyuan was surprised.
Have you been under a spell?
This is impossible. There should be no magic in the world that can be useful to me.
"This is the world in the painting." Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded, and a Taoist priest was seen walking behind Li Xiuyuan.
This Taoist has a vague appearance, a calm demeanor, and an extraordinary appearance. He is a true immortal.
"Have you spoken?" Gu Xian also opened his eyes wide at this moment, and then laughed loudly: "This painting has become psychic, and my painting skills have made a breakthrough."
"Your painting is not psychic, it's just me." The Taoist in the painting said.
Gu Xian nodded and said: "That's right. It's you who is psychic. You should thank the person who lit your eyes."
"Just lighting your eyes shouldn't make such a big difference, right?" Li Xiuyuan said.
He somewhat understood that the realm that Gu Xian pursued was to communicate through calligraphy and painting. Just like Zhang Sengyao's finishing touch, fake things could become true.
This is not a magic, but an existence close to Tao.
Therefore, Li Xiuyuan will be more affected.
"Go out, this is my world, you shouldn't disturb me." The Taoist in the painting said, standing with his hands behind his hands, looking into the distance, and continuing to look at the sky.
The demeanor in it is something that very few people can possess.
After the words fell, all the ink colors around them faded, and Li Xiuyuan and Gu Xian returned to Tianmu Mountain again.
Looking at the scroll again, it has already been rolled up confidently and is no longer open.
"Good painting, good painting, this is the real masterpiece handed down from generation to generation." Gu Xian picked up the scroll and rubbed it, as if he was holding a rare treasure.
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said, "Congratulations then."
"My last wish has been fulfilled. Although I didn't accomplish it by myself, it is enough. I will never draw again in this life. Just keep the pen in your hand. You don't have to give it back to me.
Okay... what would be a good name for this painting? Why not call it Fairy in the Painting."
Gu Xian held the painting and turned around to leave. He waved his hand, as if there was nothing worth remembering anymore, and murmured to himself as he walked away.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the ink pen in his hand, but saw that the ink pen had disappeared.
There are five colors of light hidden in his hand.
Talent is Gu Xian's talent.
It turns out that the ink pen in his hand is the manifestation of his talent.