This is a green lake, even if it reflects the sky and mountains, it is just a reflection. The real distance is far, far away.
There was a light breeze in all directions. This is not surprising, this is the sound of the wind, a sound that can be heard anywhere in the world.
However, other sounds came out of nowhere.
There are no pines and cypresses here. Why is there this swaying sound? This sound echoed in the air, as if green and thick branches and leaves were growing everywhere, swaying wildly.
Here, it seems that the four seasons are passing by, the autumn wind has passed, and the spring breeze has specially cut it, and every branch seems to have come alive. The vitality and greenness are all reflected in the painting.
The middle-aged scribe was stunned, and so was the woman in jade. Only the crowd around them was still restless.
They were wondering why there were people flying from the sky. Is this a human or an immortal?
This may be a human being, because there are no immortals in this world. This is a fairy again, because this young man, whether in temperament or appearance, cannot be compared to anyone in the world. This is a banished immortal from above the nine heavens. Just after experiencing the descent to earth, it fell into people's eyes.
"Who is this young master...?"
The men were stunned, and so were the women. It's just that the former and the latter have different reasons for being stuck.
The former is wondering why this man fell from the sky and landed in the boat. The latter was stunned on the spot because of this man's appearance.
This is a young man wearing Taoist robes and rich ornaments. This young man had thick, wavy black hair and a face that was as smooth as jade, as if it had been broken by a bomb.
Extraordinary handsomeness. Just standing there, it was like the blazing sun, emitting light that was difficult to look directly at.
Whether it is the colorful colors coming from the body that are comparable to the colorful colors in the mountains, or the light itself, it is difficult to look directly at it. It even made those women's eyes gleam with stars, their throats gulped, and their mouths drooled.
If we say that the woman in jade is a fairy that men dream about, she is an unattainable fairy. Then, this man is also the dream of women.
It is said that men are lustful, but women are not. Is the skin inside that robe fair? Is it as breakable as an egg? And do you have strong chest and thighs? Do you have an explosive baby?
The women were eager to see it, and their hearts were burning. He even wanted to abandon his reserve and immediately stepped forward to take off the young man's clothes and touch the man's chest or anywhere on his body.
The sound of breathing gradually became thicker, like thunder that had not yet been brewed, embellishing the spring. Isn't this a reflection of the loneliness in the heart of a woman and the late spring?
Although this spring is late, it has finally come.
A spring for women.
Men are different from women. Women need to remain chaste and serve one husband throughout their lives. If there is any violation, it will be criticized by thousands of people, despised by thousands of people, and may even be punished with death. Therefore, no matter how beautiful the woman in jade is, she can still choose one person in the end.
But this young man is different. A man has three wives and four concubines, which is a symbol of status. What does it matter if such a strange man has three thousand beauties in his arms?
So, do these three thousand beauties have their place?
Maybe you can fight for it. Because all the women here, although not as beautiful as the jade-clad woman, are still beautiful in the world and have good status. They are all from everyone, and they have the hope of occupying the position of these three thousand beauties.
At this time, Ling Dabao did not know the identity of these women.
thought. Even if he knew about it, apart from feeling proud, he would not have any thoughts about the three thousand beauties in the harem.
He has always believed that it is better to lack than to overdo. Treasures are treasures because they are rare. If anyone could get close to him, then the title of the most beautiful man in the world would be in vain.
A good horse goes with a good saddle, a talented man goes with a beautiful woman. The most beautiful man in the world must naturally match the most beautiful woman in the world. Among the women present, only this woman in jade is qualified to be worthy of his great spiritual treasure.
Although the crowd around them was noisy, the middle-aged scribe and the woman in jade clothes were still there. The latter was just surprised and suspicious, but the former was shocked and shocked.
This vibrant and green meaning actually originated from a painting. It actually came from the sketches of this young man.
He didn't know who the man who suddenly appeared was, but he knew that he was a master of painting.
This can no longer be said to be lifelike, but the painting is moving, as if there is life in the brush. Isn't this... the dream of the middle-aged scholar, the realm he pursues?
"Who is this...who is this?" The middle-aged scribe was shocked in his heart.
This young man is really too young. Apparently, he was in his early teens. Why is such a young person so accomplished in painting?
If the middle-aged scribe's painting attainments are standing on the top of the mountain in the human world, then this young man has already stepped on the sky.
No matter how high the mountain is, it cannot be as high as the sky.
A middle-aged scribe, no matter which mountain top he stands on, he is still standing in the human world and is a mortal. But this young man is standing in the sky, a heavenly immortal. There is a gap between immortals and mortals.
"No... I am a contemporary painting sage and the person with the highest attainments in contemporary painting. How could anyone take a step further than me?" The middle-aged scribe lowered his head and found it difficult to accept this fact.
"It must be an illusion..."
The middle-aged scribe still finds it difficult to accept that there are people in the world who can go further than him in painting.
The woman in jade clothes took a deep breath, slowly regained consciousness, raised her head and glanced at the slightly pale middle-aged scribe, and then at the young man.
Although after seeing this young man clearly, he secretly sighed that his beauty was better than most beauties in the world. Even comparable to myself. But she wasn't as captivated as the other women. She just looked up, then withdrew her eyes, and walked to the middle-aged scribe's side.
"Mr. Yan? Why do you feel like the things in the painting are coming to life when you look at this painting?" The woman in jade clothes lowered her head and glanced at a corner of the painting on the table. She suddenly felt dazed and looked around again. . It seemed as if a pine and cypress tree had really grown out of the painting, with lush green leaves everywhere.
"Even you saw it?" After hearing what the woman said, the middle-aged scribe took a deep breath and sighed.
This was not only seen by him, but also by this woman. This shows that this is not an illusion, but that this young man's painting skills have really reached that level.
"This is what Yan was thinking in his dream. What Yan lacks is actually in this young man. In this world, the waves behind the Yangtze River really push the waves ahead. Are my generation no longer as good as the generation after it?" the middle-aged scribe thought. He sighed.
Whether it was the man named Guiding the jade-clothed woman or the young man who suddenly appeared, they were far ahead of their generation. In front of this young man, the title of Painting Saint is just a joke.
The real painting saint should belong to this young man!
When the young man heard the footsteps, he just smiled faintly and still wrote freely, feeling proud of the spring breeze.
Suddenly, the spring breeze came again. There was another sway.
The branches are swaying and pulling, and in this painting, there is a sudden sound of water, as if the tide is rising. The sound of the tide rises and falls one after another. It was like the sound of waves in the blue ocean. Then, there were boats to carry people across.
When people are being ferried, who are they being ferried over? Whether it is the same person again, inside and outside the painting, it is not the same world. But at this moment, they are connected together, as if everything inside and outside the painting is this world.
Then, there was another thumping sound. Is this the earthquake of the earth? Or are the bamboo shoots springing up one by one and breaking through the earth?
neither.
This is the standing of the mountains, the experience of all the vicissitudes of life, the ups and downs, the alternation of the years, the reproduction of the mulberry fields, the vast land!
In a trance, people saw the tall, straight and magnificent mountains, as well as the strength and unruliness of life. Streams in the mountains and lakes everywhere, frightened birds flying into the sky, flying across the entire spring, all living things, represent the vigorous life blooming in this world.
"This is......"
People are confused because they have seen a lot. Scenes that had not appeared before and could not appear in that season all appeared at this moment.
This is a landscape. When you look up, there is a landscape in the sky. It's as if the world has been turned upside down.
But in fact, there is no inversion. They are still on this flower boat, and this flower boat is still in the lake, still immersed in the scenery of the lake and mountains in late autumn.
But when they looked up, they still saw the water in the sky and the flower boats in the sky. I saw the scenery of spring.
This has not happened before, this cannot happen. This is the spring curtain.
All the birds in the mountains are flying away, and there are spring waves everywhere.
In this spring wave, there was another trance. People saw a figure walking in the lake and in the boat, covered with stars and moon, and dancing with a sword.
This is really a nine-day fairy dancing in the sky.
"This is me..." The jade-clad woman's eyes flashed slightly, and when she saw the woman dancing the sword in the clear water in the sky, she also let out a cry of surprise.
That woman, if not her, who else could she be?
"I didn't expect that there is such a transcendent person in this world, and all of this seems to come alive in his paintings. This is too far-fetched, but Youluo still saw it today."
At this moment, there is no longer anything inside or outside the painting, only this beautiful scene of a prosperous time. There is a scene where beauty, mountains and rivers are all moved by force.
"This person... can be my teacher..." The middle-aged scribe took a deep breath, murmured, and made a decision in his heart.
He who hears the Tao first becomes a teacher. Since this young man has gone further on the road of painting, why doesn't he worship him as his teacher? Only in this way can you find what you are missing.
Suddenly, a hearty laughter sounded in people's ears.
"Girl, they say that a talented man matches a beautiful woman, and a beautiful woman loves a hero. Look, how about you, a beautiful woman, being the wife of a talented man like me?"
As soon as these words fell, they were like thunder in everyone's ears, no matter whether they were men or women, they were all shocked in their hearts.
However, this inner sensation only lasted for a very short time.
The woman in jade clothes blinked, looked at the young man with confusion, nodded and said: "Yes, a talented man is indeed worthy of a beautiful woman. But if he is a talented man, you are not as good as him, so you are not qualified for Youluo to marry you."
