(God's perspective)
The cave was not as dark as Jiang Lin thought, and a warm light came from the depths of the cave.
Jiang Lin was curious, and she continued to explore the depths. Suddenly she stepped on a bamboo basket. There were some painting tools and some unfinished paintings in the bamboo basket.
"It looks like someone left just now, but are there really ordinary people here?"
Just when Jiang Lin was about to pick up the painting in the bamboo basket and appreciate it, a sword was suddenly fired from behind her and scratched her shoulder.
Fortunately, Jiang Lin's quick eyesight and quick hands caught the arrow that attacked her, and she turned her head to look in the direction of the arrow.
It was a sturdy man with an unshaven beard and his whole body was wrapped in fur to keep warm. He even had some equipment on his waist to resist spells absorbed by the wind and snow.
This strong man was pointing a crossbow at Jiang Lin, "Get out of there! Put it down!"
Jiang Lin calmly put down the paintings in the bamboo basket. She stood up and left the bamboo basket and walked towards the man.
"Don't come near me! Otherwise I will attack you!"
Although the man is as strong as a mountain villager, his character...
Jiang Lin took a careful look at the paintings in the bamboo basket.
These paintings were probably not painted by this man.
Jiang Lin ignored the man's threat and still walked towards him.
The man shouted in panic and shot an arrow at Jiang Lin.
Jiang Lin intended to use magic to resist, but the arrow broke her barrier and almost hurt her.
"Hoo~"
Jiang Lin grabbed the arrow, and the arrow was just one finger away from piercing her flesh.
The man was even more panicked and pointed his crossbow at Jiang Lin.
Jiang Lin had no choice but to hold the two arrows and pass them towards the man.
The man was a little surprised to see Jiang Lin returning the arrow to him. When he was sure that Jiang Lin was not a threat, he put down the crossbow.
"Sorry, I was too nervous and almost hurt you, Daoxian."
The man tidied up his bamboo basket.
"Grandpa, I think your courage is commendable." Jiang Lin spoke very normally.
But the man didn't feel good about it, "Is the Taoist Immortal a man? I can't see that the Taoist Immortal is already an old man with a childish face."
"...You don't have to worry about what I call myself Grandpa. Grandpa, I am a woman..."
This was the first time Jiang Lin encountered such an answer.
"Since Daoxian is from a girl's family, calling yourself grandpa here...isn't it a bit...not that I'm biased, but calling myself Daoxian is a bit ungentlemanly." The man smiled.
Jiang Lin couldn't laugh. This person was too kind to talk to...
"You painted all these paintings?" Jiang Lin had no choice but to change the subject.
The man's hands collecting the bamboo basket paused slightly, then he raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "That's right."
"The painting is good."
"Isn't it just good..."
The smile on the man's face disappeared, "It seems that my painting skills are really getting worse than before..."
The man's back looked a little disappointed, but Jiang Lin didn't notice this subtle feeling at all. She then asked what she cared about more.
"I think your paintings are quite good. Why do you paint all the bland snowy mountains here?"
"Bland? How could she be bland?" The man became inexplicably excited and looked at Jiang Lin reproachfully.
Jiang Linquan thought this was the pursuit of art by people like painters.
"Don't you find it boring to paint the snowy mountains here all day long?"
"Even if I finish painting in this life, I will come here to paint her in the next life! This snow-capped mountain is the most beautiful existence in the world!"
The man clenched his fists. He looked like he was driving Jiang Lin out, but he knew that he would not be able to beat Jiang Lin with his hands.
"Okay, grandpa, I agree. Don't be so excited." Jiang Lin walked towards the depths of the cave again, but she was quickly blocked by the man.
"You can't go in here."
"Why? There must be something inside."
Jiang Lin insisted on going inside, and the man also armed himself to stop her.
The man's hands and feet were shaking slightly.
You know clearly that you can't resist, but you still stand in front of him. Maybe you want to protect something.
Jiang Lin was not unreasonable in a way. She suggested that the man relax first.
"Don't be so nervous. Since you are so insistent and won't let me go, grandpa, I won't go there. But on the other hand, you have to tell me the reason. Otherwise, grandpa, I won't be able to go over and have a look later. after all."
The man stood in front of Jiang Lin and did not relax at all. "I don't care why Dao Xian came to Hanshan. In short, no one can enter here and no one can disturb her."
"It seems to be very important to you. Is there some story between you two? Why don't you tell me about it with grandpa?"
Jiang Lin looked like she was watching the fun. Without Xiao Wang protecting her, her character might have offended many people.
"If I told you, wouldn't you come over?"
"Then it depends on the story you tell."
The man relaxed his brows and then spoke, "That was more than twenty years ago.
At that time, I was just a confused painter who didn't understand the world.
I travel around just to paint a painting that I am most satisfied with.
Then I came to Hanshan here. There was no such peak in Hanshan at that time. I was rescued by a woman because of the snowstorm.
That woman was none other than the original appearance of the mountain below us. And her name is the same as this place - Hanshan. "
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On a windy and snowy night, the young man fell on the mountain road carrying a bamboo basket.
When the young man woke up, he found himself lying in the cave. After he slowly sat up, he saw the beautiful woman as white as ice and snow.
"You wake up! Did you draw these paintings? They are so beautiful!"
The woman held the painting in the boy's bamboo basket and kept praising it.
The boy was a little embarrassed when he woke up and saw the woman, but she praised his painting...
The boy blushed and tried to snatch the painting from the woman's hand, but accidentally tore the painting.
It was here that the distance between the boy and the woman was accidentally narrowed.
When the boy and the woman were fighting for the picture scroll, he accidentally fell backwards, and the woman also fell on top of the boy due to inertia.
The boy's face was hot and red, and the woman also felt a feeling she had never felt before.
Is this the heartbeat? Is this the temperature?
"What's your name?"
The woman asked, looking at the boy's face.
"My surname is Tao Mingyou... I don't know what the girl's name is..."
"Cold mountains! Cold cold, mountains and rivers!" The woman approached the boy's face and felt the warmth that made her heart beat. "Tao You, you are so good at painting, can you draw a picture of me?"
"Draw you?"
"Yeah, draw me. I know you can do it."
The woman smiled brightly at the boy, and the boy was instantly obsessed with her.
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