Tieshan blushed and quickly looked around, because if he didn't look, he would fall.
"Um?"
This was coming from Tieshan, and his face was filled with surprise and inexplicable surprise.
"What a painting..."
This came from Yu Huang, with a look of exclamation on his face.
Her starting point is completely different from Tieshan's.
Soon, the two fell down smoothly.
"Brother Xiao, you are standing on the ground and not in the air? How did you discover the secret of this purple bamboo forest?" Tieshan asked with his fists clasped. There was no more contempt or sarcasm on his face. He was as polite as a student asking a teacher a question.
"I saw it accidentally and made some calculations. However, from the expressions of the two of you, I can be sure that my guess is completely correct." Xiao Qiyue said.
"Brother Xiao, this Purple Bamboo Forest is simply a beautiful painting. Was it deliberately arranged in advance? It's so beautiful that I don't even want to leave it behind." Yu Huang sighed with a look on his face.
"It must have been arranged in advance, Brother Xiao, I'm wondering if this is a beautiful bamboo formation?" Tieshan asked.
"If you have a picture in your mind, it will become a painting naturally. If you enter the Tao with words, God will do it. People say that it is a blessing in disguise. How can you know that it is not a blessing?" Xiao Qiyue said with a hearty laugh, and the sound made the bamboo leaves rustle and echoed throughout the purple bamboo forest.
between.
"What a painting in one's mind, and it will come naturally. Young man, you are such a literary talent, please come down and sit down." At this time, an elegant voice came, as if it came out of the ground.
"Thank you for the invitation, Master. Xiao is here." Xiao Qiyue smiled without any pretense or pretentiousness. He pulled out the Qinglong Moon Gun and rotated it. Suddenly, it drilled into the ground like a drill.
The mud and sand flew up, and soon a well about half a foot in diameter was drilled.
Xiao Qiyue slid down. Tieshan and Yu Huang were very curious and slid down.
Soon, the three of them stopped in front of a stone wall.
"Sigh... I come from a family of policemen. I have been a policeman for nearly 20 years. Although I found that the quality of this small piece of soil is somewhat special, I did not dare to think about it underground. Brother Xiao still has a sharp eye, and I am an iron mountain.
I admire you." Tieshan clasped his fists with a look of resignation.
"Senior can come out a long time ago, why don't you want to come out?" Xiao Qiyue said towards the wall.
"Alas..." A long sigh came, which seemed extremely miserable.
"Who is inside?" Yu Huang couldn't help but ask.
"The owner of this house." Xiao Qiyue said.
"Wen Zhenyun?" Yu Huang almost bit his tongue for a moment.
"That's right." Xiao Qiyue nodded.
"Didn't he travel far away a long time ago? If he was inside, why did he let that dog slave Wen Yang do whatever he wanted and risk the whole house?" Yu Huang didn't understand this.
"Maybe this is just a cover to create an illusion for everyone. In fact, Master Wen wants to completely break away from the world of mortals and concentrate on practicing martial arts." Tieshan said.
"Haha, no." Xiao Qiyue shook his head and said, "It was not what he wanted, it was just unintentional."
"Brother Xiao, what you said is too profound. Why don't you be more straightforward? It makes me feel itchy and foggy. Isn't it annoying?" Yu Huang rolled his eyes at Xiao Qiyue in anger. Suddenly, he was very charming.
Tieshan's eyes widened when he saw it, and he sighed in his heart that there is such a beauty in the world? Brother Xiao is so lucky.
"If my guess is correct, all of this is a 'good thing' done by that dog slave in Wenyang. This slave has extremely evil intentions.
He wanted to occupy the Wen family's old house, but he felt that his conscience couldn't bear it.
Therefore, the master was imprisoned under the ground.
And, let it fend for itself.
In fact, he built a tomb of the living dead for his master. However, the burial goods were quite rich. Wenyang at least had some conscience and moved all the poems, paintings and calligraphy that the master liked during his lifetime into the ground.
It's just that it was originally a bad thing. Unexpectedly, under extreme hardship, the master actually entered the Tao through literature, taught himself without a teacher, and created a new era of martial arts.
I could have gone out a long time ago, but I lamented the unpredictable nature of the world and the sinister nature of the world and was unwilling to come out immediately.
As he continued to study underground, he unexpectedly deepened his understanding of literature and developed the master's terrifying literary style and martial arts.
Master, boy, what I said is right." Xiao Qiyue cupped his fists.
"You seem to have seen it with your own eyes, but since Wen Yang is dead, that should be impossible. So, young man, you are the first genius Wen Yang admired. Hahaha, come in." There was a crisp click.
There was a sound, and the stone wall automatically cracked, and Xiao Qiyue and the others walked in through the crack.
The fragments of calligraphy and painting all over the walls made Yu Huang and Tieshan feel dizzy.
But on the calligraphy and painting all over the floor, there is a man with an unshaven beard and disheveled hair sitting cross-legged, looking like a devil.
"Master Wen, Wen Yang probably only prepared food for you for a few months.
And when you run out of food, you can only wait to die.
But you risked your life to survive, and actually entered the Tao through literature.
Otherwise, what we see today is just a pile of bones." Tieshan said, pointing to the broken bowl.
"That's right, I thought I was going to die, but I didn't expect that all of a sudden I knew everything. The world is so unpredictable. Who would have thought that I, Wen Zhenyun, became a Taoist by eating these calligraphy and paintings." Wen Zhenyun lifted his hair and exposed his face.
With a face as rich as jade, he looks like an elegant scholar, so he is indeed extraordinary.
"Have you been living on these calligraphy and paintings all these years?" Yu Huang was dumbfounded.
"Haha, I never thought that calligraphy and painting could be so delicious. Moreover, the more I eat, the more energetic I become, and as I eat, I actually understand the art of martial arts." Wen Zhenyun said with a smile, "Fortunately, that dog slave gave me
I prepared piles of calligraphy and painting, otherwise, there really wouldn’t be enough to eat.”
"Master, what you said is wrong. You started by eating other people's calligraphy and paintings, but later you also finished eating your own.
Go down and eat while you are painting.
Haha, the dog slave has prepared a lot of blank papers for you.
And, you see, there is a big pool of ink.
That dog slave is still admirable, he can still think of it." Xiao Qiyue said with a smile.
"No wonder the smell of ink in the forest comes from this." Tieshan suddenly realized.
"Brother Tie, you are wrong." Xiao Qiyue shook his head.
"Am I wrong?" Tieshan was unconvinced again.
"The fragrance of ink that fills the forest is not real ink, but the master's 'Tao' and 'Martial Arts'. In fact, the purple bamboo forest that looks like a painting to you is the master's 'painting of true meaning'." Xiao Qi
Yue said.
"The 'power of true meaning' can actually affect the growth and arrangement of the bamboo forest and integrate the artistic conception into the bamboo forest. Wouldn't it mean that as soon as the master's true meaning comes out, the painting will be instantly formed, trapping and destroying the enemy with just one thought and one gesture?" Tieshan was shocked.
"Master Wu is in the painting, Tao is in the text. Every move is a painting, a word, maybe just a couplet, maybe just a word." Xiao Qiyue said.
"Hahaha, good, good, good, good, good, good friends are hard to find. In life, having a good friend is enough!
Young man, I'm leaving. This house is yours, and this painting is yours too.
You were worried about Gong Wutong's safety just now, so let her live in this purple bamboo forest?
I dare not say anything else. At least, no one in Jiangdu Province can break through this forest.
You can come in and out at will, especially this Mr. Xiao, you are the master, this forest is yours, everything is under your control.
I'm leaving. I'm going to discuss with the masters of literature and Chinese studies. Goodbye, little friend." Wen Zhenyun laughed wildly three times, and a scroll fell into Xiao Qiyue's hands like a feather.