Linghu An said bitterly: "Girl, since you left twenty years ago, Linghu An has followed the girl's teachings carefully and has been studying pen and ink with great concentration. Now Linghu An is full of poems and books, but now Linghu An But you are already a homeless wanderer. The girl wants Linghu An to paint for you. Linghu An will do whatever you want. But if you can't paint the girl's color, wouldn't it be..."
"Twenty years ago, I appeared to save you, so do you know why I appeared this time?" Hua Ni said quietly.
Linghu An bowed and said: "Linghu An is born stupid, how can he know the girl's thoughts? I hope the girl will make it clear."
Hua Yan sneered: "Since you know this is my intention, how can you not guess why I appear?"
"I hope the girl will make it clear." Linghu An still had a respectful look on his face, but he couldn't see any of the infatuation for Hua Ni described by Xianxian.
"If I asked you to marry me, would you dare?" Hua Xiang said coldly.
It was also when Zi Hua Ni blurted out the words that the young man beside Yu Zun also changed his color, and a raging fire was already ignited in his sharp eyes, "I want to kill him... I want to kill him." I'm going to kill him..." The young man repeated the same sentence with bared teeth, his pale face already turning livid.
Yu Zun looked at the man and woman by the lake quietly, seemingly unaware of the boy's strange behavior.
Linghu An opened his mouth with difficulty, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know whether he should say it or not. There was a trace of panic in his eyes, and there was a trace of hesitation in the panic. He glanced to the side, but he was looking towards He saw Yu Zun and Hua Xiang, but he seemed not to have seen them, and the greenness on his face was somewhat inconsistent with his age.
Hua Xiang looked at Linghu An quietly, but a hint of disappointment gradually appeared on his cold face. Linghu An couldn't bear it, but he didn't know why when he saw Hua Xiang's dejected look, he felt like that in his heart. It was painful, but he couldn't understand why such a beautiful woman, a woman who had once had a relationship with him, could...
He said with an unnatural expression: "Girl, now I, Linghu An, am alone, without any money, and in such a downturn, how dare I... How dare I covet the appreciation of the girl... If the girl follows me , wouldn’t it be... wouldn’t it be that you have to suffer with me, Linghu An..."
"Just make a painting for me first. As long as you make this painting for me, you will naturally understand my decision," Hua Ni said indifferently.
"Okay, since you insist so much, I will comply with your wish." Linghu An unfolded the rice paper on the bookshelf, grinded it, dotted ink, and dropped ink. His shoulders swayed and twitched with the ink pen in his hand, watching him The painting seems to be performing a profound martial arts, and it seems to be very cool and smooth.
Just a moment later, a lifelike woman was already covered on the rice paper between the sleeves. At this time, the figure of the painting monster standing in front of him gradually faded away, and she was like an ink stain in a trance. , gradually became lighter, and soon, there was only a swaying shadow in the corner where she stood, which was indeed cast by the green tree above her head.
But the pale rice paper in scholar Linghu An's hand was covered with a woman with an excellent and lifelike appearance. The woman's expression was so real that at first glance, people would mistakenly think that the woman was really a real person.
Linghu An stared blankly at the position where the painting was standing. However, at this moment, there was only a slightly rippling ripple left in front of his eyes. The ripples were gently swaying in all directions from the place where the painting was standing. , and then the ripples actually rippled in front of him, as if a woman was walking in front of him.
However, there was only a piece of emptiness and fantasy left in front of him. Green butterflies were flying leisurely around the emptiness. The butterfly's body was crystal clear, and its wings were flapping, stirring up the dazzling brilliance. There were pieces of gorgeous light patterns.
"Girl? Girl? Girl, where have you been? Your painting, can you come and see the painting I made for you?" Linghu An looked around blankly. However, the surrounding fields were silent, but there was no trace of the painting nightmare. shadow?
Linghu An stared blankly at the still-dry ink marks in his hand. He suddenly remembered that when he was copying for her as a child, she was no longer around after the painting was finished.
"Could it be that you..." A bold idea suddenly popped up in his heart, "Could it be that you are living in the painting I painted?"
"But this is too ridiculous..." He shook his head in denial again.
However, when he looked at the woman in the painting quietly, that feeling suddenly emerged in his heart. He could feel the flow of her life in the painting, and he could also feel her breathing, or he could feel Seeing her faint hint of embarrassment, she seemed to be saying to him: "You idiot, what are you looking at? You have been looking at it for more than 20 years, haven't you seen enough?"
"No, this is not a conjecture, it is true, it is determined to be true, because she...because she is in my heart, I can hear what she has to say, and I can feel her heartbeat." He gently held the ink painting in his hand, covered his heart in shock, and murmured.
"It's you...it's you...it's you who brought junior sister to her...I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you." The young man beside Yu Zun said, Already crazy, he took out an ink pen from his sleeve and quickly produced thousands of sharp weapons. The sharp weapons cut through the space and flew towards Linghu An.
Linghu quietly turned his head to look at the young man, but the scholar-looking Linghu An at that time had long since changed from his youthful appearance. Instead, he turned into a thin and haggard old man with a face full of vicissitudes of life, and the person he was standing just now The Qinghu Lake has turned into a peak with rugged rocks.
The dying Mr. Ling Huan still held a pair of ink paintings in his hands, but it was the painting of a beautiful lady he copied by a clear lake when he first entered the world.
Mr. Linghuan lamented: "Others think that I, Linghu An, have been wandering around the world all my life, lonely and helpless, but only I, Linghu An, know from the bottom of my heart that you have always been with me and never left. Unfortunately, now I, Linghu An, We have entered a situation of death, are you willing to accompany Linghu An to death?"
After a while, Mr. Linghuan nodded, with a wry smile on his face, and said faintly: "In that case, then just follow the wind with me."
He spread the ink in his hand toward the deep valley at his feet, and he himself jumped into the bottomless cliff.
"No...no...you can't take away junior sister, I hate you...I hate you...I want to cut your bones and flesh, I want to Let you never be reincarnated, Junior Sister...Junior Sister...Junior Sister." The young man knelt on the ground, his vision was blurry, and the thousands of sharp weapons shattered the space in front of him. A moment later, , but the two of them appeared in the desolate wilderness again.
Yu Zun looked at the young man with a sad face quietly, "Have you seen it? He is the culprit who killed my junior sister, and I only have the world to accompany me in this life. What do you think I should do? How should I kill someone?" "Dead people" the young man said with a bitter smile.
"Junior sister is so stupid. No one is more stupid than her. She met the abominable Linghu An as soon as she was born. However, I am a painter in a painting realm. There is a taboo. Disciples who come out of the painting realm must not interfere in mundane matters, let alone mundane matters. You cannot fall in love with ordinary people in this world.”
"If you agree to others, you will definitely be trapped in the painting for the rest of your life. I still can't figure out why my junior sister wanted to save his life back then. He obviously...he obviously deserved to die. That's His life, since it is his life, why would Junior Sister go against the will of heaven?"
The grief and anger on the young man's face became more and more intense. He laughed desolately and said angrily: "She clearly knows that I love her. She knows clearly. How could she be so cruel and leave me alone in this world to survive the years? I hate my junior sister, and I hate the man who kidnapped my junior sister even more."
Yu Zun looked at him silently. Suddenly, he took a long breath and sighed: "You are not the only poor person in this world, but even though she and I are separated by humans and ghosts, I still believe that she is waiting for me. , if your junior sister really has you in her heart, so what if we are not together? At least you have been loved by her. If she doesn't love you, what will happen even if you get her? "
"Junior sister, she loves me. She only loves me. My childhood sweethearts and I were childhood sweethearts. How could she fall in love with that poor scholar? Yes! Junior sister must have lied to me. She must be blaming me. She has never I expressed my feelings to her, so she deliberately made me angry, Junior Sister... Junior Sister... I will go down right now... I will... go down to accompany you... ....”
He looked down and out, with a miserable look on his face, and a pair of blood-red eyes on his face as white as paper. He stretched out his hands as if to explore something, and there was a faint trace of tranquility around him. Flame light.
Yu Zun thought: "Not good." With his sudden luck, he pushed his hands forward violently, and a wave of waves that covered the sky and sun surged out from his palms. However, it was too late. The young man A quiet flame surged up on his body, which seemed to be caused by ghosts from the underworld.
The young man looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, looking at Yu Zun with tears streaming down his face, and said gratefully: "Thank you, thank you for giving me a reason to leave. Junior sister, maybe she really does what you said, she really loves me. "
"How could the joy of chatting with her ear to ear on the Jinghe Bridge that autumn pass away? How could the joy of drinking and poetry with her in the windy bamboo forest pass away? And by the Yao Pond, although she put herself My soul was sealed in Linghu An’s painting, but I remember the way she looked at me when she left.”
"I remember, I remember very clearly, how could that look be deceiving?"
"Junior sister, she must have something to hide. I have lived for more than 100,000 years. Maybe what I want is a reason to take me out of this world."
"I have carried the reputation of a painting saint for more than ten thousand years. It's time to disappear from this world. Thank you, thank you, friend..."
The painting saint only revealed his true face at the end. His temples were as white as snow, and his long beard was already completely gray. The heavy vicissitudes of time accumulated on his pale cheeks, but he could still recognize the turbulent years of those years. His delicate and handsome figure, his thin torso was like a flag, fluttering in the wind, and wisps of quiet flames gradually covered his face, making it blurry and decayed.
Yu Zun stared blankly at the old and exhausted image that was gradually fading in the wind. The long and mournful screams were still echoing in his ears, but at this time Zhongxia and Xianxian arrived here. , Xianxian looked at the painting saint blankly, and murmured: "How could it be you, senior..."
She suddenly shouted: "Senior, Mr. Linghuan once had a message before his death, asking us to pass it on to future generations. There has never been a day in the life of Senior Huaxiang that he did not miss his predecessor. Mr. Linghuan is ashamed of his life and looks forward to his predecessor." Knowing...it's easy to go..."
The Painting Saint looked up to the sky and laughed, his melancholy face showing some tenderness and warmth. A bright children's song hovered in the air, while the Painting Saint's back gradually faded away.
"Yan'erlang, the young boy left home and asked Tianya where he should go. Yan'erlang, the young boy left home and asked Changfeng where his parents were. Yanerlang, the young boy left home and asked Chunfeng where he was going. Yanerlang ...The young man left home...asked the beautiful woman...to go to Jiangnan together...No"
That distance, that endless distance that can't be seen at a glance, that distance where returning people and departing people have gone together, may be the burial place of sorrow and joy, or it may also be the source of disappointment, despair and hope!
Mr. Linghuan is gone, and in that far away place that is out of reach, the Painting Nightmare is gone, in that far place where I don’t know where to go, and the Painting Saint is also gone, in that far place where origins and origins disappear.
The wisps of quiet flames gradually dissipated, and the figure of the painting saint burned into ashes like a page of ink painting, scattered in the end of the world, in an unknown corner of the end of the world...
Yu Zun sighed lowly: "Senior Painting Saint is indeed a senior worthy of respect." He raised his head and looked at the sky blankly. There seemed to be a girl hidden in the chaotic clouds. The girl looked at him and smiled faintly. As if calling him softly, as if waiting for his return...
