It was obviously a coffin, but after Liu Wei'an's mind was immersed in it, he found that it was a world. The world is bustling, with people coming and going on the streets, singing, selling, and bargaining, making people feel like they have entered the ancient painting "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".
The scholar wearing a handkerchief waved his folding fan and seemed to be commenting on the couplets. In fact, from the corner of his eyes, he looked at the young girl passing by on the street. From time to time, he could see a vendor pushing a wheelbarrow passing by, shouting: "Let's go." Give way, give way..."
"Young master, do you want to buy paintings? The paintings here are all from Tang Boju's house. They are all high-quality. If they are fake, you will pay ten for them. You can take a look at insects, fish, flowers and birds, human figures, statues, mountain gods and ghosts. You can take a look at it. You will find something you like. "A slightly old voice sounded from my ears.
Liu Wei'an suddenly woke up and found himself standing in front of a calligraphy and painting stall. The stall owner was an old man with gray hair. His eyes were cloudy, his deep wrinkles and rough hands showed that he did not live a wealthy life.
The old man was wearing linen clothes that had turned white after washing, and the original color could no longer be seen clearly. There are more than twenty paintings on the stall. They were not painted for a long time, and you can still smell the residual fragrance of ink.
Liu Wei'an looked at himself again. He was dressed as a scholar. He didn't hold a folding fan in his hand, but the fabric was fine and luxurious. He should be from a wealthy family. He flipped through a painting and asked, "How much silver does it cost?"
As soon as the words came out, he was stunned for a moment. The current custom is how much money, how much silver should be the ancient saying, why would he ask this?
"There's no rush. Young Master will look at the painting first and then discuss the price after reading it. If Young Master thinks it's worth it, it's worth a thousand taels. If he thinks it's not worth it, then it's worth ten taels." The stall owner said with a smile.
Liu Wei'an was stunned again. There was someone selling paintings like this. He couldn't help but glance at the stall owner. At this sight, he was stunned. When I looked at the stall owner before, he looked like he was overwhelmed by life and looked poor. But now, the stall owner's appearance remains unchanged, but his eyes have changed. They are calm but profound, like the sea, unfathomable.
"The young man is too abrupt. Let's look at the painting first and then discuss the price." Liu Wei'an lowered his head and carefully observed the painting. It was a painting of insects and birds. Liu Wei'an had no foundation in painting. If he was asked to look at outlines, lines, colors, etc., he would not understand them at all. He did not feel that the painting was very sophisticated at all. On the contrary, he felt that the painting was very poor. , a very young child is almost free to doodle.
A bug is just a ball of gray ink plus two black dots, which is a bug. Birds are also free to apply a larger ball of gray ink in the air or on the treetops, and expand a little on both sides to make it look like wings. It is plump and not afraid. Broken the treetops.
He looked left and right, but couldn't see anything good about the sub-painting. He was thinking that even if he painted it himself, he could do better than this.
"Sir, how do you feel? Isn't that a good thing? This is Tang Boju's work in his later years. It is a masterpiece of painting techniques and is very rare." The stall owner seemed to ask kindly.
"I'm sorry for my poor eyesight, but I didn't see the special features of this painting." Liu Wei'an hesitated for a moment and thought it was better to tell the truth.
"Master, take another look." The stall owner's voice was full of confusion. Liu Wei'an couldn't help lowering his eyes. At this glance, the transformation seemed to come to life, turning into a bolt of lightning and hitting him.
boom--
Liu Wei'an was shaken all over, and a huge universe seemed to be opened in his mind. Bugs, birds, branches, and rockeries appeared in the universe. However, at this time, the bugs, birds, branches, and rockeries were no longer real objects. It became a mysterious formation. A huge pen with no end in sight is sketching, stroke by stroke, the formation is evolving from simple to complex, from death formation to life formation. Higher up in the universe, a vast talisman is transformed into The Milky Way covers the universe, and in the Milky Way, stars shine.
The soul-calming talisman, Liu Wei'an recognized this talisman at a glance. Although when he recognized this talisman, it was in the shape of a tablet, but after studying it day and night during this period, he recognized it until it turned into ashes.
The formation outlined by the giant pen complemented the Soul Soul Talisman. As the giant pen was swayed in the void, some things that were previously incomprehensible were now suddenly revealed. More and more stars lit up on the Soul Soul Talisman, and some connected stars formed lines. A fulfilling feeling returned to his body, and Liu Wei'an felt inexplicably happy and satisfied.
But soon, Liu Wei'an felt something bad. As the giant pen waved faster and faster, insects and birds took shape one by one, moved, and the feeling of fulfillment became stronger and stronger, and finally he was about to explode. . Liu Wei'an felt secretly unhappy. He knew that he had accepted too many things at once and couldn't fit them in. However, in this situation, he couldn't help himself and couldn't even listen to it.
what to do?
The soul talisman above my head is getting brighter and brighter
, if it were other times, so many stars would light up in a short time, he would jump with joy, but now, he wants to cry. If his body explodes, these things can still remain in his mind, but that's fine. If his body explodes, these things will disappear in the sky, and he will regret it for the rest of his life.
Just when the eyebrows cracked, a familiar voice sounded. In an instant, the universe was small, the Milky Way was dim, and everything solidified into a painting in front of me. The painting of insects and birds was exactly the same as what I had seen before, without any changes.
"Sir? How do you feel this time?" The stall owner still smiled and had a good attitude. It seemed that whether Liu Wei'an bought it or not, he would not be troubled by it.
"I'm very satisfied with this painting, but I don't know the price -" Liu Wei'an looked at the stall owner.
"Not expensive, ten thousand taels." The stall owner raised a finger.
"It's really not expensive." When Liu Wei'an wanted to take the money, he realized that he didn't bring any money. He suddenly became embarrassed and looked at the stall owner: "The young man was in a hurry and forgot to bring some silver. I don't know if I can get it on credit—— "
"No credit!" The stall owner interrupted him and said calmly: "It doesn't matter if you don't bring any silver. The young master is a scholar. If you can keep a pair of calligraphy treasures, you can exchange them."
"Really?" Liu Wei'an was surprised and happy. He tried his best to draw a painting. His paintings are not valuable, but this insect and bird painting is priceless. He is a great master. Make money.
"When I do business, I value children being honest. It's naturally true. However, the young master can't paint at will. There are requirements." The stall owner said.
"What's the request?" Liu Wei'an felt chilled. He could handle it as he pleased. How could he paint according to the request? What if you make him a fancy figure? You can’t even draw a cartoon pattern.
He looked at the stall owner uneasily.
"Don't worry, young master, the questions asked by me are all the questions that young master is good at." The stall owner said with a smile.
"Sir, please give me a question!" Liu Wei'an thought that the stall owner was bragging. How could he know what he was good at?
"The "Dark Emperor Sutra" or the "Soul-Calming Talisman"!" The stall owner said something lightly, which made Liu Wei'an almost jump. For a moment, his scalp went numb and he looked at him in disbelief.
How could he know?
