In this world, there are immortal gates. However, this has always been a legend.
However, Mr. Yan felt that his son was probably a disciple from the Immortal Sect.
To this day, Mr. Yan still clearly remembers that everything in the world appears in one stroke.
The map of stars and rivers shines brightly, and fairies descend to earth, condensing on the Milky Way and dancing around it, all within a single stroke.
This is a dream within a dream, the realm of immortality. This is a situation that a mortal can never touch.
Only the people on the mountain who are not stained by the dust and smoke can make the painting appear true.
"Perhaps there really is an immortal sect in this world. Isn't this a legend? As early as three hundred years ago? There were rumors that the god who holds most of the lifeblood of the world comes from the mountain. So, if this is really the case , does my son have the same origin as that god?"
This rain dyed the mountain red even more. Mr. Yan listened to the storm and the rain washing on the red leaves on the branches, so the branches began to sway. Then, the pearls fell down like a jade plate, shaking down from the sky along the leaves.
This fireworks seemed to have turned into a river, gurgling and flowing, and it was very gorgeous.
Mr. Yan looked at this late autumn scene, looked at the carriage driving, picked up the wine bottle and took a sip, and then narrowed his eyes, like a young man seeking artistic conception in the rain, his eyes kept flowing. .
Is this really seeking artistic conception? The purpose is just to record this flow of fireworks in my mind, and then use the thoughts in my mind to create a picture, a real picture of autumn.
Mr. Yan saw that in the eyes of the young man, there seemed to be a scene, drifting with the spring breeze and moving with the spring and autumn. It seemed that those eyes were the sky and the earth, containing all things in the world.
There should be no drama of infatuation or separation in these eyes. All that is needed is to calm down and put all your emotions into observing everything in the world.
Then, stroke by stroke, they all appeared in the world, and were indistinguishable from the real world.
"My son...are you going to start painting again?"
Mr. Yan lifted the curtain with one hand and looked at the young man driving the carriage without blinking, waiting for the next moment.
At this moment, the beautiful mountains and scenery are set off and rendered by the natural colors of heaven and earth. It would be a pity not to paint a picture.
Unfortunately, Mr. Yan did not bring a paintbrush, but only a few blank paintings.
Before this ink arrives, even if I want to keep what I saw today with me, I can't do it.
But Mr. Yan believed that his son could do it.
Mr. Yan has been staring at his precious son.
Ling Dabao, on the other hand, was looking at the wine bottle in his hand. Then he raised his head and took a sip of wine, and then raised his head again, squinting and watching a wet red leaf fall with the raindrops.
Mr. Yan looked at Ling Dabao and felt anxious.
He wanted to see the creatures in the painting and get close to that state again. Only in this way, he might have some insights in his heart.
Five days ago, the appearance of the young man revealed a picture of the true spirit, which vaguely made Mr. Yan feel a little enlightened.
It's just that this perception is too hazy, as if there are layers of fog that have been covering up the true face ahead. If it is not lifted up, it means that it will not be truly comprehended.
As time goes by, this haze becomes thicker and thicker. Perhaps, as long as a few days pass, that feeling will no longer be clear.
Therefore, Mr. Yan was very anxious and wanted to see his son paint again.
However, this painting also pays attention to the right time, place, people and people.
At the beginning, Zhou Youluo's sword dance was like a swimming dragon, which shocked the sky. The moment when the most beautiful woman in the world dances in the most beautiful lake in the south of the Yangtze River, it is the right time, right place and right people.
It was at that time that Mr. Yan created the best painting in his life. Unfortunately, it’s still not what I dreamed of
Dreams are still different from heaven and earth.
However, it is still the pinnacle of this life. If it were at any other time, Mr. Yan would naturally not be able to do it here.
The right time, right place, and right people are the best way for military strategists to win. Isn’t this true for painting?
Today, this late autumn mood has once again brought together the right time, the right place, the right people, and the right people. Mr. Yan believes that it is not possible every time that the true spirit comes out of the painting and it resonates with the world, but it must be possible this time.
indeed. Just as Mr. Yan thought, as long as Ling Dabao wants to write, the autumn fireworks picture, which is only slightly inferior to the beauty sword dancing picture at night, will appear in the world.
Why is it said that it is slightly inferior? The autumn color is not as good as the night color, because the beauty is not standing here.
Therefore, Ling Dabao was not in the mood to paint.
Mr. Yan waited for a moment. It had been raining heavily for quite some time.
This rain is not as urgent as before. This day is not as bright as before.
Once the sun sets completely. Because of this rain, there is no moon or stars in the sky, and it is dark, then the rippling fireworks will be completely extinguished.
The time, place, and people are favorable, but the only thing missing is harmony. However, this relationship lasts forever, but the right time and place cannot wait for this person, and it is extremely short-lived.
After all, Ling Dabao had no intention of painting at all. He just shook his body and shook off the raindrops that fell on his shoulders.
"Father, it seems that the rain is going to get heavier and it will get dark soon. These horses have been driving day and night for two days. If they get soaked in the rainy night, then... There are no horses to be found in this wilderness. It’s time to find a shelter from the rain.”
Ling Dabao held the wine bottle in his arms, stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, turned to look at the carriage, and asked.
This rain seems to be coming very hard, but it doesn't look like it will only last for a while. But a long time, at least, one night.
In Ling Dabao's view, if Miss Youluo encountered this kind of rain, she would stop and find a place to rest for the night.
In the past five days, Ling Dabao has not seen any sign of Miss Youluo. Maybe it's because the two sides are far apart, or maybe they're going in completely different directions. After all, there is more than one way to get to a place.
"Looking for a place to hide from the rain?" Mr. Yan was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes immediately widened.
The right time, the right place, and the right people gathered together. For those in the Painting Way, this was an opportunity to seek help in times of crisis. However, my son was unmoved.
"Son, you don't want to paint? This scene is hard to find. Why don't you paint it first before looking for it later?" Mr. Yan thought about it for a while, but still persuaded.
You can't say it explicitly, you can only help secretly from the sidelines. After all, he is an old man now and cannot force his children. If it is forced, then he is not a good father.
Ling Dabao put all his energy into finding the girl Youluo, so he couldn't think of painting. It rained quite a bit this night, so it would be better to find a place early to light a fire and keep warm.
After all, a painting can be done at any time. For him, what need is the right time and place? All it takes is harmony. He alone contains three kinds of things.
Ling Dabao really didn't want to paint, and he didn't want to show off in front of men. After all, he was too charming. If his adoptive father saw the serious beauty of his painting, he would be so shocked that he would distort and fall in love with him. , what should we do?
"Father, it's not that the child doesn't want to draw, it's that he can't draw." Ling Dabao thought for a while and sighed.
"Can't draw? Isn't it possible that a child's painting skills can't preserve this beautiful scenery?"
Mr. Yan was extremely surprised.
I never thought that my son would not be able to leave behind this picture of autumn fireworks.
Ling Dabao sighed again. Then, he said leisurely.
"It's not that I can't keep the beautiful scenery, but that I can't paint the things that have passed away."
"Past things? What do you mean by this?" Mr. Yan looked confused and confused.
Ling Dabao raised his head and took a sip of wine. The chill in his body dissipated slightly, and then his eyes fell on the maple leaf pavement, which was moistened by the rain and looked even darker red.
"Father, you don't know something. Before my master taught me how to paint, he warned me repeatedly not to paint people or things that have passed away."
"The blooming and falling of flowers is a natural law, just like life and death, which cannot be determined by human beings. These lost scenes and lost people cannot be brought back. No one in this world can truly carry forward the lost things. If you stay here, you can’t stay here any longer.”
"If I keep this leaf-falling autumn rain, it will be against the laws of nature, go against the heaven, and harm my destiny."
"That's it..." Mr. Yan's eyes suddenly shrank when he heard this. He understood and stopped forcing himself.
The two drove the carriage and searched for a distance of two miles and found a cave. Just enough room for the three horses and the two of them.
They made a fire with wood, put some sweet potatoes in the campfire, and drank wine together. It's just that Mr. Yan forgot that the wine Ling Dabao poured and the wine he drank was the same wine that more than 20 women on the flower boat spit into the wine pot.
He had no idea that Ling Dabao was reluctant to part with him, so he took it with him.
"If the rain stops, we will reach the old capital in another seven hours' journey."
.......
In the darkness, the wind howled.
In this darkness, there is a huge and decaying attic.
"The Nihuang Tower in Ni City is rumored to house the most beautiful courtesan in Beidi County.
"The richest man in the world naturally wants to see the best women, drink the best wine, eat the best food, and listen to the best music."
Vaguely, a soft voice seemed to sound in the darkness.
"The Nihuang Tower is very big and very tall. There are seven floors in total. And this one is also seven floors high."
"It is rumored that Nihuang Tower is home to one-tenth of the beauties in the entire Beidi County. Floor after floor. Each floor is a little more beautiful."
"I once remembered that on the seventh floor, there was the most beautiful woman in Beidi County, and she was one of the most beautiful women. The famous courtesan Yunxiu.
But this seventh floor is rarely open. "
"Because if you want to hear Yun Xiuzhi play a song, you need a thousand taels of gold. Just for one song, a thousand taels of gold. Not many people in Beidi County can afford it, let alone if you want Yun Xiuzhi to come forward and play. Song, start with ten songs.”
"But on that day, someone bought the seventh floor of Nihuang with a million taels of gold for ten days. It was on that day that that person entered Zhou Zhiruo's world for the first time."
"The Nihuang Tower in Nicheng, the Gongziyu in the Nihuang Tower. This is indeed the place where they met."
