That person from three hundred years ago..." The woman in jade frowned after hearing this.
That strong man can be called the first person in the history, and no one can compare with him. The woman in jade is naturally familiar, but in this vicissitudes of life, the past is only the past and will never be seen again. The saint of the past is not the saint of today. The god of the past is now godless.
In this world, there will no longer be such figures who shocked the past and present.
"There is no strong person named Chu in the current generation. Even if we push it back thirty years, there is no strong person named Chu. What's more, he is stronger than Aunt Gongsun. Could it be that that person deliberately concealed his real name. In the last thirty years, only the hero Shen Jianxin was perhaps better than Aunt Gongsun."
"But, even if Shen Jian's heart is strong, he won't be too strong. And if he were alive, he would still be over seventy years old and a bad old man. How could he be the young master you said?" The middle-aged scribe frowned tightly. , I really can’t think of who the woman in jade clothes is talking about?
The middle-aged scribe was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head and sighed: "Perhaps, a remarkable figure has appeared in the world. Once such a figure appears in front of people, he will definitely not dive into the water. This is true. Dragon, since it is a real dragon, it will appear in the world sooner or later, making waves in the world and making rain fall all over the world."
He really couldn't think of anyone in the world who had such strength and was so young that he could turn the woman in jade into a young master. It can be said that there is no such character at all.
Perhaps, it was a figure who had not yet appeared, who would shock the entire world once he appeared, who gave guidance to the woman in jade.
"Mr. Yan is saying that maybe Young Master has been hiding in the world. This is the first time he has entered the world and met me. This meeting will definitely not be the last." The woman in jade clothes nodded, and then walked towards Go forward and look at the painting on the long table.
"Mr. Yan's paintings are really astonishing. They are so vivid and lifelike that he painted Youluo very well. The painting sage is worthy of being a painting sage. If Youluo could have one-tenth of Mr. Yan's painting skills, he would not be a master." The sisters were laughing.”
The painting on the table shows many women. Each of these women has different expressions and different postures, but they are the same person. Every woman in the painting is the woman in jade herself.
"This painting contains one hundred and one sword skills performed by Youluo. The position of the sword falling is exactly the same. Mr. Yan is not a painting, it is clearly a memory of my Xiufang's sword skills." The woman in jade smiled. He smiled, calmly stretched out his hand, put away the painting on the table, and held it in his arms.
The middle-aged scribe saw this scene in his eyes and did not stop him. In a sense, this is indeed no longer a painting, but the swordsmanship displayed by the woman in jade. This is the treasure of Xiufang, how can it be left outside?
Naturally, this treasure of the town cannot be left outside. Otherwise, the woman in jade clothes will be regarded as a criminal in Xiufang.
The middle-aged scribe just shook his head, let out a long sigh, and said: "It's indeed very true. But it's missing this one stroke. What's missing is the cessation of progress that has not been made for decades."
"There is something missing? What is it?" The woman in jade clothes was also startled when she heard this. He didn't expect that Mr. Yan would say such words, so he was stunned for a moment.
This is a contemporary painting saint. The paintings he sketches and depicts in one stroke can no longer be described as paintings. But another world, a world exactly like the current world. It can be said that Mr. Yan lives in two worlds, one inside the painting and the other outside.
Mr. Yan's paintings are extraordinary and possess uncanny craftsmanship. How could there be a missing stroke?
The middle-aged scribe was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "This is what I dreamed about in my dream. Maybe, there is no such stroke at all. It is a stroke, and all living beings rise in the painting."
"It can be said that what I lack in this stroke is soul. If one day the objects in the painting can be freed from it, then my painting will truly reach its peak. Now, I am just standing on the mountainside. , but the peak is covered by clouds, so I don’t know how far away it is.”
"To talk about painting a sage... I'm really ashamed." The middle-aged scribe shook his head, feeling ashamed.
"There are all living beings in the painting, but what is missing in this stroke is the soul. What I am asking for...is that the things in the painting can be freed from them?" The woman in jade clothes frowned slightly after hearing this.
As Mr. Yan said, this is too far-fetched. Even if this painting looks like a painting, it is just a dead thing. How can there be a soul, and how can one escape from it?
This missing piece simply does not exist in this world. This sounds more whimsical than turning gold into stone.
The woman in jade clothes woke up from her daze, looked up and down at the middle-aged scribe with a face full of shame, and sighed in her heart, secretly thinking that Mr. Daoyan was obsessed with painting, thinking of impossible things.
It's just that because of Mr. Yan's identity, it's difficult to explain clearly. He just chuckled and said: "Youluo believes that Mr. Yiyan's transcendent attainments in painting will definitely enable him to pursue this step."
"I'm afraid this life is hopeless..." The middle-aged scribe shook his head, knowing himself. This is completely beyond the limits of mortals. I am afraid that even an immortal cannot make the objects in the painting jump out.
After all, this is the dream of a middle-aged scholar, and it is impossible to capture the soul in a painting with just one stroke.
The jade-clothed woman won't say anything more, just stop talking to some words. Some words, if you say more, it will be a compliment.
The woman in jade clothes raised her head and looked around. See the men around you.
These people's faces show that they are obsessed. Some people even drooled. Of course, there is also disgust. Naturally not everyone on this boat is a man.
Women have always been jealous, not to mention the women here, who all come from famous families and are quite pretty. Seeing these men, they were all deceived by the jade-clad woman, and felt quite resentful in their hearts.
I am used to seeing women in jade clothes, and I have always ignored these men. Naturally, he is also blind to the vision of these women.
"Now that Mr. Yan has helped Youluo finish painting this sword dance, it's time for Youluo to go back to the house and rest." The woman in jade clothes withdrew her eyes and decided to return to the house. After all, she was out and caused too much of a stir.
"Thank you, Miss Zhou, for dancing specially for me." The middle-aged scribe nodded.
This dance is a request from a middle-aged scribe to a woman in jade. In order to find some insights from the situation. It's a pity that this sword dance is extraordinary and holy, like the dance of a fairy in the nine heavens, but still can't find inspiration and enlightenment here.
"Miss Zhou, are you going back to rest?"
At this moment, there was a sudden exclamation.
Those men who were immersed in the beauty of the jade-clad woman were finally awakened.
Zhou Youluo was the most beautiful woman in the Zhou Dynasty. Almost all men loved her. It was the first time they learned that the jade-clad woman was on the ship, and it was also the first time they saw her. Such a close distance is something that most people would never encounter in their lifetime.
The time they watched was too short, they just wanted to stand here for a day and a night.
"Miss Zhou, the Huaihu Lake is extremely beautiful at night. It's such a pity to go back so early."
Zhou Youluo raised his head slightly and saw a blue sky and white clouds. The sun is high in the sky, making the autumn feel not cold yet.
This is obviously far away from sunset, so where does the darkness come from.
The woman in jade clothes just smiled and said: "The sword dance consumed Youluo a lot of energy. Youluo will naturally come out in the evening and perform another dance."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Youluo was about to retract his gaze when he suddenly froze there.
She seemed to be hallucinating.
"This is........."
Following this sound of astonishment, everyone raised their heads.
When he raised his head, he was stunned for a moment.
"Is this an illusion?" They rubbed their eyes, looking in disbelief.
They saw a colorful road and bridge coming towards this direction a mile away. In this road bridge, wild geese pave the way.
"Someone... is flying in the sky. Is this an immortal?"
What they saw was a group of wild geese paving a bridge, emitting colorful lights, and standing on top of it was a young man dressed in Chinese clothes and full of jewelry.
The crystal light shone like another round of blazing sun. It shines with dazzling light, overwhelming the scenery of lakes and mountains.
"Why are there people in the sky? Why are there geese paving the road? This way of controlling beasts is really profound. Who is this master?" The middle-aged scribe looked up at this scene and naturally did not believe that this was the so-called immortal. .
The road and bridge were getting closer and closer to the direction where everyone was. The sound of the waves gradually sounded and became clearer. It was obvious that he was approaching this flower boat.
Finally, people saw a banished immortal standing above the bridge.
The people on Mo are like jade, and the young master is the best in the world. Jun, this man's appearance is so handsome. Even those men were in a daze. Not to mention those women.
Ling Dabao smiled, tapped his toes, and his body flew into the air like a light swallow.
"It turns out that this middle-aged scribe is painting. Haha, I'll let you wait and see what the magical skills in painting are, and what senior brother said is awesome!"
A light shadow fell on the flower boat like a flying swallow in just an instant.
"Beauty and beautiful scenery should have a good painting to remember the beauty's journey." As soon as Ling Dabao's feet landed, he walked up to the middle-aged scribe, picked up the white scroll beside him, and spoke softly Said: "Old man, please lend me a pen."
Before the middle-aged scribe could say anything, he saw this unexpected young man unfold the scroll on his own, picked up his pen and dipped ink.
Put down the pen and get angry.
In just a few breaths, the middle-aged scribe saw a scene appear in the painting.
This happened so quickly that I didn't even see it clearly. The next moment, the middle-aged scribe heard a voice.
Not only the middle-aged scribe, but everyone present could hear this voice.
This is the sound of the wind.
Then, the sound of swaying pines and cypresses echoed in the air, and the lush and dense branches and leaves suddenly began to sway. It's as if the spring breeze in February is blowing through the cuttings, and every branch seems to come alive.
The vitality and greenness are all reflected in the painting.
