"Dong dong dong", there was a knock on the door.
Breaking the thoughtful silence in the room, Yun Qiuhe woke up from the fascinating artistic conception. Still recalling the majestic and majestic spirit, he took a few steps and opened the door ignorantly.
"Have you finished the painting? It's getting dark. Master, aren't you going to treat us to a drink?"
Wu Qianping walked in and saw that several people looked at him without saying a word. He joked: "It's strange. What's your expression? It seems like you don't welcome me here?"
Fu Gujing seems to have lost something.
He was attracted by the spiritual energy flowing from Zhang Guan's pen, as if he had touched a chance for a breakthrough. While he was thinking hard, he was interrupted by Lao Wu's untimely knock on the door. If he had known better, he would not have agreed to invite him to drink tonight.
There was a sense of absurd loss that shot oneself in the foot.
If the opportunity has not come, you can't force it.
Yue Anyan stared at the back of the woman walking among the ink landscapes with a sword in a daze again.
Just now she looked at the ethereal figure, and her thoughts were racing and she remembered a lot.
From being self-pitying to being lonely and helpless, wandering around the world, and then returning to the mountain gate, it was like a dream. She seemed to have released many suppressed emotions in her heart, and her whole body felt relaxed.
Zhang Wenfeng put down his brush and said with a smile: "How could it be? We are all waiting for the hospital master to go together."
He had great fun painting, gained a new magical power, and was satisfied.
Yun Qiuhe said hurriedly: "Hey, Guanzhu Zhang, I haven't finished painting yet, so dinner can wait."
The painting in front of me is only more than half completed, and the bare mountain peaks on the right are not finished with trees, which is incompatible with the mountains on the left.
She could care less about other things.
Only in painting, she has a heart to pursue perfection.
"I can't paint anymore. My interest is gone and my heart can't sink. If I continue to paint, it will destroy the artistic conception of the painting. Let's just leave it like that. I'll finish it when I have the opportunity in the future."
Zhang Wenfeng waved his hand and refused.
For him, painting is not just for the sake of painting, but rather done out of spontaneity.
Wu Qianping came forward and took a look. He looked at the majestic ink painting and noticed the incompleteness below. He said sadly: "A good painting is not completed. It's all my fault for disturbing your elegance."
Yun Qiuhe quickly stepped back and asked, "Zhang Guanzhu, why don't you write an inscription and a postscript without signing it for now?"
She really likes this painting. She likes all the essence, energy, spirit and artistic conception.
The freehand style of splash-ink painting is very interesting to her.
Zhang Wenfeng saw a hint of pleading in the woman's eyes and smiled: "Okay, let me think of a few words to write?"
My eyes glanced at the back of the black donkey walking by the stream in the picture, carrying a bamboo hat and a gourd. After thinking for a moment, he changed a long hair, soaked it with thick ink, and wrote two lines of cursive script on the upper right corner:
"The cool spring breeze blows me away from my drunkenness. It's slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back to the desolate place where I came from, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine when I return."
The dead ink is like an old branch hooking and pulling together, complementing the interest of landscape ink.
Yun Qiuhe clapped his hands and applauded. These words were full of artistic conception, filling up the flaws in the picture and giving space for imagination.
Wu Qianping smiled and said: "Brother Zhang has a strong heart, and his writing shows his spirit."
The words are a reflection of his heart. I didn’t expect Brother Zhang to have such a bold, uninhibited and willful side.
Fu Gujing tasted it for a while and said with a smile: "I'll continue it next time if I have a chance. Let's go. Brother Zhang has been busy painting today and is tired. Let's go drink."
Taoism cultivates oneself, just like a person who knows whether drinking water is cold or warm.
As for the meaning of good words and paintings, just appreciate it with your heart and understand it, and don't make comments easily.
It will inevitably affect the perception of others, which is not beautiful.
Yue Anyan looked at the large painting with smooth ink and was a little reluctant to part with it, and was about to ask for it.
Seeing this, Yun Qiuhe rushed to say: "Put this painting here with me. When Zhang Guanzhu gets interested, he can continue painting. Let's watch it together. Sister Yue, you can come here often in the future."
He also shook Yue Anyan's arm, which was quite flattering.
For the sake of the paintings she likes, she plays tricks again and plays a little trick that can be seen through at a glance.
Yue Anyan smiled, stopped arguing with Yun Qiuhe, and followed the three people in front of him out the door.
It was already dark outside, and I couldn't help but feel the passage of time while looking at the painting. It went by so fast.
After the banquet, it was late at night.
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Zhang and Yue insisted on returning to the Taoist temple, said goodbye to everyone, walked to the city gate and showed the Taolu branch badges to the guards, jumped from the top of the city, and disappeared into the vast night.
Side by side on the quiet and unmanned official road, we flew by for a long time.
Yue Anyan broke the silence, tilted his head and said, "I heard from Yun Qiuhe, Master, is your formation level better than hers?"
"I only know a slightly advanced Bagua formation by rote memorization, and I have only a limited understanding of the basics of the formation. You and Yun Qiuhe will learn it and it will be easy to get started."
Zhang Wenfeng knew that the senior sister would ask, so he explained.
He kept his promise and would not reveal the existence of the Mountain God.
Donkey knows that it doesn't matter, that guy has no personal opinions and just follows his position.
Yue Anyan understood. The temple master knew too much for her to learn. She smiled and said, "Master, you have to worry about the Taoist temple's protective formation. I'm afraid I won't be able to get it in a short time. The formation is too time-consuming and requires There’s so much to master.”
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said, "Okay, I will take charge of the overall situation and strive to complete the formation before mid-October. You learn the basics of the formation first, and then you can work with me to set up the mountain protection formation."
"Okay, I will concentrate on studying the basics of the formation these days and try to understand as many issues as possible."
Yue Anyan suddenly felt relaxed.
Otherwise it would always be an unbearable burden, keeping her in mind all the time, and it would almost affect her mood.
The two of them exchanged ideas on spiritual practice.
On the road of cultivating immortality, there is a long journey of loneliness and suffering, and we need close friends to help each other and forge ahead.
Returning to Xianling Mountain, it was almost 1:50, and the black donkey carrying the active young badger came out of the darkness. It grinned to welcome the visitor who returned late, said hello, rubbed Yue Anyan's arm, and strolled into the darkness again. Go in.
The mountain was clean, and the old lame man and the dark-skinned young man took a rest early.
The second senior brother was still copying books in the main hall, waiting for the two of them to return. The door was ajar, and orange light spilled out.
The two of them first went to the pool outside the kitchen to scoop up water to purify their hands, and then went to the main hall to offer incense.
The three of them sat down and chatted for a while, then dispersed.
Zhang Wenfeng returned to the quiet room in the west hall, held a candle, reflected on himself, and sorted out what he had earned during the day.
Today I am inspired to draw a picture, touch the empty book in the sea of consciousness, and obtain a new magical power.
Confirming what he had in mind, it was not just about slaying evil spirits, liberating ghosts, accumulating merit, and completing the scriptures on the empty book, but other feelings and insights were also possible, which gave him many different choices.
The "Bell Ringing Curse" is a method of frightening and restraining ghosts, and it is closely related to the chanting of the "Tai Shang Cave Xuan Ling Bao Tianzun's Wonderful Sutra for Saving Suffering and Eradicating Sin" which Bai Wuchang pointed out.
The "Tangled Roots Curse" corresponds to the Aoki Wrapping Technique he practiced, which is more complex, powerful and easy to use.
Unfortunately, it takes several days to slowly recover after one use, and there are casting restrictions.
It’s also related to the “curse source” he chose.
He used the bean as the source of the spell and cast a spell to entangle the moon-watching eel demon. The first-level perfect demon broke free within a breath or two.
If he could find a vine-type spiritual plant seed, it should be able to solve his problem?
Use his entangled spell to its maximum effect.
In addition, you can consider improving the Aoki Wrapping technique you have learned into a compound spell by referring to the Intertwining Mantra. This is not urgent, it will take time to comprehend slowly.
The "Hundred Turns and Thousands of Returns Curse" he newly realized, he pondered the scriptures and found that it was related to his Aoki Thorn spell.
A single Aoki thorn is not very powerful, but when hundreds or thousands of Aoki thorns are fired together, the scene is quite spectacular.
The ants killed the elephant, but he was still looking forward to it.
If he adds his newly acquired law enforcement skills and the "Wood Elemental Evil Killing Thorn" mixed in with it, even a Jianwei realm thief with a higher level of cultivation will be able to drink a pot.
There are many means of attacking spells, the application of tactics is flexible, and you can protect yourself in any situation.
Thinking of the proud place, I couldn't help laughing out loud.
Zhang Wenfeng immediately realized that this was the work of inner demons. He quickly suppressed his wandering thoughts and sat upright to recite the scriptures silently.
Warn yourself not to get carried away when you are proud. Fighting and killing are not the purpose, but just a means of training for Taoists. You must not get lost in bloodlust and cruelty and cannot extricate yourself.
Blessings are immeasurable!
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