The wind and snow are dancing, and the red plum trees stand proudly on the ice and snow.
As strong as a dry plum branch, the branches slowly disappear from the paper.
About three-thirds of the way to the left side of the scroll, a cup-shaped plum blossom is in full bloom. The flower core and fluttering petals are clearly outlined in the middle, which is in sharp contrast with the depth-of-field blur processing of the entire picture, making it full of life.
In the room on the second floor of the Bamboo House, Zhang Wenfeng used vermilion, cyan and gamboge for the first time besides ink.
He needed to mix several colors to bring out the thickness and vigor of the plum blossom branches. The entire painting seemed to have very little ink, with large areas of fog and blank space, but it took him a lot of time to create the atmosphere.
Listening to the "whirring" of the wind outside the bamboo building, and as the brush painted the details of the snowflakes, the feeling of the wind knife and frost sword became more and more obvious in his mind. The twists and turns of the plum branches seemed to follow the path of the sword, moving with the wind, chaotic and endlessly changing.
A few feet below, two children stretched their necks to look at the painting, admiring it without saying a word.
Hu Qiang'er had seen a lot of his master's paintings and found this painting amazing. It seemed a little better than the one painted for him.
Lengxiang's feeling was shocking. Hundreds of years of flowers blooming and falling were a kind of chaotic and instinctive cultivation method for her. The master used a paintbrush to present the common flowers, and she only felt that every stroke touched her heart.
Joyful, longing, lively, sad, strong...
Bits and pieces of wind and rain, sun and rain, just appear in the painting.
"Master, you have finished the painting and signed the inscription and postscript."
Hu Qiang'er saw that the master had stopped writing and was in a daze, so he whispered a reminder. He was worried that the ink pen in the master's hand would accidentally fall down and damage the scroll. Appreciation of beauty is the same.
"oh."
Zhang Wenfeng slightly woke up from the chaotic thoughts, dipped in ink, and wrote a line of elegant small characters on the right side: "There is no need to strive for spring, but all the flowers are jealous." He also wrote at the bottom of the left: "Zhang Wenfeng Painting in the Midwinter of the Bingwu Year."
Putting down the brush, he signaled Ryoka to take the painting away.
"Thank you, sir!"
The little boy's eyes are sparkling, his heart is going crazy with joy, his calligraphy and painting are suitable, and they are timeless and wonderful.
Unexpectedly, the master gave her the painting that touched her soul easily without waiting for her to ask. She used her magic to gently hold the ink-soaked scroll and carefully walked out. No matter how strong the wind and snow outside were, it could not blow the animation paper.
The joy on her little face couldn't be concealed, it was more moving than the plum blossoms in the snow.
Hu Qiang'er saw that the master seemed to have gained something, so he closed the bamboo door thoughtfully and put a piece of paper saying "The master is in retreat" on the door.
Zhang Wenfeng pulled out the broken bronze sword from his waist and sat cross-legged on the futon with his hands held horizontally. For a moment, he was immersed in the various feelings of sword enlightenment brought to him by painting. No matter how strong the wind and snow were outside, he closed the door and became united. , regardless of winter, summer, spring and autumn.
Raise the sword with intention and temper the sword with heart.
Occasionally, the blade of the sword would glow with green light, and it would disappear in a flash.
The inside of the bamboo building has long been filled with green mist, and no one can be seen. The invisible sword energy is densely spread in the room. It seems to be floating irregularly, but it does not damage the bamboo building at all. The chill is even worse than the freezing weather outside.
The snow has stopped and the warm sun is shining.
The plum blossoms on the hillside are blooming more lively, and they are bright red as if spring has arrived.
As the days passed, the closed door of the bamboo building did not open. The mountain leader came twice and asked Hu Qiang'er and the little boy to hang out outside the bamboo building where the master retreated several times a day.
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In Dingxicheng, the sky is dark, dry and cold.
Hearing a knock on the door from the courtyard door, Shi Nanguan put down his regular script brush, stopped copying scriptures, got up and walked to open the door.
He didn't expect the captain who was holding a spear and wiping it every day to do these chores, nor did he expect Tie Jinlin who was flipping items around the table to keep accounts. On the days when they were not on missions, Yan Jing spent most of the time with the newcomer Cui Zhongxian. The Injury Examination Department in the city helped, and Shang Qingyun spent half a day in Donglin Pavilion asking for advice on the formation.
He, the deputy captain, was so idle that he copied scriptures every day.
Opening the courtyard door, I saw a shy and slightly shy face that was unfamiliar to me.
Shi Nanguan grabbed Zhuang Yu's shoulders who came to the door, dragged him into the yard enthusiastically, slammed the door shut with his kick, and shouted: "Brothers, we have a distinguished guest, so we must treat him well."
Wei Jingjie stepped out of the hall threshold with his polished spear in hand, smiling so brightly that his white teeth were exposed.
Tie Jinlin didn't even bother to remember the accounts, he was busy collecting the loot and spiritual energy stones into the storage space. He was not afraid of thieves stealing them, but he was afraid that thieves would miss them. After suffering a loss once, he would be stupid if he didn't learn to behave.
After pressing the treasure hidden on his chest, it was so solid. Tie Jinlin rushed out of the main room and ran in front of the captain. He laughed and said: "What brought Brother Yu here today? Brother, you are so small. How many punches do you have to hold, so you have to go to the bottom first, we have never beaten the master’s apprentice before, so we won’t let the master know about it, so why don’t you put on some small shoes for us?”
Make a "clucking" sound with your fists.
Zhuang Yu cupped his hands with a smile on his face: "Brother, I was knocked down with one punch. I can't bear the fists of my brothers." He took out a piece of paper with his right hand and opened it to Tie Jinlin: "Brother, I have paid off my debt. Last time Thank you brother Kang for your generous donation, which saved me a lot of time. Later, I will go to the most expensive restaurant on the street to set up a table, where I can order casually and frown without calling myself a man."
Tie Jinlin took the note and saw that it was written by the mountain leader himself, so he handed the note to the captain.
Shi Nanguan glanced at it, smiled and loosened his tight arms: "We are all brothers. If we are too polite, we will show off. Let's eat at home... Old man, which restaurant is the most expensive in the city?" Zhuang Yu straightened his wrinkled robe.
After a while of fussing, they walked into the main room.
Zhuang Yu greeted Mr. Donkey and put down a jar of good wine.
"What happened to that matter? Tell us quickly while Jingjing is not at home."
Shi Nanguan asked impatiently.
"I have been practicing in a Taoist temple these days and haven't gone anywhere. I don't know what you are talking about, Brother Pumpkin?"
"Believe it or not, I beat you with a fist as big as a sandbag and made your nose and face swollen, making you unable to go out."
Shi Nanguan said angrily, reaching for his neck. Tie Jinlin chuckled and started to clench his fists again. The captain grinned and showed his white teeth. After entering their den, how dare you not resort to real tactics? All his clothes were taken off him.
"Don't worry, brothers, why can't you take a joke?"
Zhuang Yu pushed away Xiaopang's restless paws, took out a piece of yellow paper from his cuffs, and said: "My friend in Qizhou sent a message yesterday, saying that the boy suffered retribution. The night before yesterday, he suddenly died of bleeding from all his orifices, burning his bones and soul. ”
He waited in the Taoist temple for his master to come out of seclusion so that he could perform the apprenticeship ceremony. He waited for more than ten days, but in the end he received good news from Qizhou, without him needing to take any subsequent measures. The disaster had been plotted by his fellow disciples and he died an untimely death.
It was one of the apprentices of the old temple master before Jinfeng Temple who took action and poisoned a woman with the "Jade Sunflower Lotus" he purchased, thus avenging the old temple master in one fell swoop. The monk did not want to implicate other brothers, so he left a letter and absconded overnight.
Wei Jingjie hurriedly grabbed the yellow talisman to investigate. It said clearly, but he didn't say anything for a while.
Shi Nanguan and Tie Jinlin took it and looked at it respectively, and the three of them looked at each other.
They kept in touch with their brothers in the Taoist temple and knew that Zhuang Yu had been back to the sect for some time. They felt that the mysterious cause of that man's death was a bit unreal.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
"I really didn't do it. It has nothing to do with me. I am innocent. Why do you look at me like this?"
Zhuang Yu shouted injustice.
Even if he did it he wouldn't admit it.
It was a follow-up to the rumors he spread some time ago. The old temple owner of Jinfeng Temple might have been killed by that kid. Anyway, there is no evidence of his death now, and no one can figure it out.
He came to Dingxi City to find out something else, so he came to inquire about the news in advance.
You can't wait for the viewer to assign a task, just shout and move.
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