"Painting is painting, why worry about overthinking and ruining the city's practice," Yuexiu frowned, straightened the white jade paperweight on the table, and said loudly, "When the young master was studying, a gentleman once said, Although the young master is extremely talented, he must act in a focused manner and must not combine three or two things into one, as this is the easiest way to give rise to worries. Since he is a thoughtful person, he must not act like this and worry and waste his energy."
Mi Yuhuai didn't say anything, just took the woman's hands, frowned for a long time and said, "Leave it to me to worry about this kind of thing, but your hands are very cold. This paperweight has been placed outside the house all year round. It's a cold hand, he just played with the seasons, but he didn't notice any difference, how can he be considered to be fine with cold syndrome?"
The woman's hands were extremely cold, especially compared to the white jade paperweight. Now being held in Mi Yu's arms, she was quite panicked for a moment and tried to pull away quickly, but she couldn't move, so she had to tighten her lips and let it go. Holding the warm hands, the warmth slowly comes.
"How can I draw pictures with peace of mind when I have so many things on my mind?" The scholar's eyelids drooped, as if he was a little sleepy. "It's probably not my turn to do those leisurely and leisurely pleasures. My mind is as chaotic as flounder and rarely pure, so I have to do it." When I am painting, I can straighten my thoughts, and in the final analysis, it is barely a break from my busy schedule, so I can change my mind."
The woman sighed, leaned on the scholar's shoulder, and whispered softly, "Master, if you are really worried about something, just put it in the painting. I am afraid that the situation of the caravan will not be as good as it was in the future. It is hard work and pain, but it is painful." Got the master."
Mi Yuhuai smiled, then freed up his hand, picked up the pen again, and sketched on the rice paper.
There are three or five streams of running water, five or six green mountains, and more than a dozen tree shadows, and the picture scroll is beginning to take shape.
Mi Yuhuai painted the most important white space in the painting. Apart from the flowing water, the green mountains and the swaying shadows of the trees, all that was left was a large amount of white space. Although the scenery was excellent, it still felt lacking.
Immediately, the brush strokes were sharply turned, and the character "Bi Wang" was drawn on the blank space. Between three and two strokes, there was a fierce tiger standing on the edge of the rock, with its fangs drawn back, and the evil spirit in its eyes was extremely strong.
The big snake in the river raised its head high and looked toward the sun in the sky.
"The white gourd gate is like a tiger piercing the mountain, and thousands of merchants are like snakes crossing the river. Although the golden crow is brilliant, it cannot be suppressed. I don't know how to solve this disaster." Mi Yuhuai put away the pen, not a single step was lost. He looked very calm, but Yuexiu noticed that there were some traces of sweat in the slender palms holding the two palms.
A strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake, and a pack of wolves cannot defeat a mountain tiger. Even though the caravan is now so powerful that it can vaguely overwhelm the government, but after all, autumn is coming for all things, and the brilliance of the Golden Crow must be restrained. After all, it cannot withstand the weather.
The scholar's brows sometimes loosen and tighten, clearly showing his thoughts.
Outside the courtyard, there was a knock on the door. The servant had just finished being scolded. He hurriedly put down his work and rushed to the door in a few steps. He pushed open the two doors, only to find that the man standing outside the door had sword wounds all over his body and the blood was not dry. He was so frightened that he almost took a few steps back and sat down. Fortunately, he was still full of energy when the person came to speak, so he barely suppressed his fighting. He hurriedly called the maid to prepare some medicine, and then walked through the pavilion and entered the bamboo tower. , out of breath and out of breath.
In the Tiantai Mountain competition, several masters tried their best, but they were all defeated by Ye Zhai's sword. Three of them were seriously injured and were dying. They relied on old medicine to hold their breath. The remaining masters, the ones with the least injuries were the ones who came to report the news. Ning Buyue was also covered in sword wounds, but none of his vital parts were hurt.
Mi Yuhuai glanced at the vigorous mountain tiger on the rice paper, looked gloomy, stood up and left.
Ning Buyue's wounds were not deep, but there was still a sword mark on his shoulder blade, which went deep down to his side ribs, and blood flowed. Seeing Mi Yuhuai coming here, he didn't care about the pale-skinned medicine maid beside him, struggled to get up and said , "We entered the Tiantai Mountain Arena and competed with Ye Zhai. Although we were all defeated, the injuries were not serious. When we led the gang back to the season, a group of people stabbed out diagonally and fought hard, all of them were injured. The masters were so ruthless that they couldn't resist, and the gang of people were killed and retreated. The masters were all seriously injured and came here to ask for help from the chief helmsman and Mi Gong. If they delayed any longer, they would all die. .”
"Have you ever seen clearly the appearance of the group of people who were ambushing him?" Mi Yuhuai asked in a deep voice with a gloomy face.
"The leader, I saw him at the foot of Baihao Mountain a while ago. He seemed to have just entered the gate of Baihu Mountain. He wielded a broad sword and was extremely brave." Ning Buyue was covered in blood and cursed fiercely. Humen's plan has resulted in the loss of many of our men, so we hope that Mi will send his free help to the outside of Tiantai Mountain to support him."
The scholar didn't say anything, and immediately came out of the mansion, got on his horse, nodded with Yuexiu, and rode out without uttering a word from the beginning to the end.
On the top of the monument, someone also came to report the news, but the man in the house just replied coldly, and then there was no movement. The man quickly retreated without making any movement. It was not until the clouds and fog on the top of the mountain dispersed a little that the man walked out. Thatched hut, with a knife on his waist.
"The Baihumen can't hold back their anger. Now, even before their sword practice has reached the level of perfection, they are already colluding with the governor and merchants to attack my caravan."
The man turned around, looked at the extremely narrow thatched hut, sighed softly, and immediately walked to the front of the thatched hut.
"It's been a long time since I've taken a step down the mountain, so I'm feeling depressed. I just want to take a walk."
After a pause for a moment, the man turned around and walked away. Without any extraordinary posture, he walked down the mountain step by step from the depths of the clouds.
The wooden beams at the four corners of the hut were all broken, and it collapsed in an instant.
On this day, all the heads of the helmsmen halls in Fengyou County were summoned to the main helm. The area where the caravan originally gathered seemed much colder, and there were no traces of people.
On Tiantai Mountain, Ye Zhai sat cross-legged in silence, paying no attention to the urgent words of Mr. Chu next to him. Instead, because he felt noisy, he took out the flute from his waist and blew it softly.
"The fact that the sect master is so interested at such a critical moment really makes me extremely ashamed," the old servant said eagerly. He was so angry for a moment, "If the sect master was so leisurely and elegant, the old servant would go get a flute by himself." Sizhu, how about playing flute with the sect master?"
"That's a good relationship." Ye Zhai narrowed his eyes and smiled, temporarily stopping the flute. "It's obvious that he was tricked by the county governor. No matter what the urgency, it's possible that he would step into the county governor's house and slap him three or five times. A slap in the face from the mountain brings out the bad breath in the chest? Since you know it is useless, why do you need to care about it? Whether this matter can be revealed or not, and whether the relationship is cleansed or not, can Baihumen change from a thorn in the side to a friendly neighbor? "
"Even so, we can't just let it go," the old servant still said eagerly, sighing, "How can the master of the house change his temper?"
"When soldiers come, they will block the water and cover up the soil. Whether or not the caravan exists in Fengyou County has nothing to do with me. The absence of the caravan is extremely important to the county guard. Since he can seek help from others and seek his own things in his position, this It is my duty to inherit the coal ash on behalf of the county governor."
The old man wanted to speak, but the leader of the Huafa Sect raised his hand to stop him, raised a very disdainful brow, and spoke softly, "After working for several generations, can't I just do it this time?"
"What the hell."
