Song Ciwan released the big white goose under the morning sun.
The big white goose slept, and the sky in front of it changed from late night to morning inexplicably. It staggered on the ground and flapped its wings a few times, turned its head and shouted at Song Ciwan in confusion.
Song Ciwan smiled and stroked the goose's back, calming it down, and said: "Dabai, it's dawn, have you had enough sleep?"
Big White Goose: "High, high, high! High, high!"
It flapped its wings and rolled on the dewy grass in the early morning. There were a few fine grass clippings on the snow-white goose feathers. Although no one said anything, it seemed to be saying: Am I that sleepy goose? Hehehe, don’t underestimate the goose every night!
It held its neck high and looked lively.
The goose paced, its wings flapped slightly, and it occasionally turned its head and used its flat beak to grab the corner of Song Ciwan's clothes, urging her forward.
It seems to be saying again: Wanwan, let’s go quickly. Look, the sun is just right in front of us. Let’s rush!
In its world, there is nothing real or unreal. As long as you follow Song Ciwan, the road ahead will be real.
Facing the direction of the rising sun, Song Ciwan was pulled by the big white goose and ran for a while.
With her speed, there was no need to run at all. She could easily move forward tens or even hundreds of feet in a leisurely manner.
If she uses the space crossing technique, she can even travel thirty miles in one step——
No, it's not thirty miles now.
Song Ciwan attended the wedding banquet last night. Not only did she gain strong infuriating energy, filling the emptiness in her Dantian, but she also unknowingly realized many things.
After the two phases were superimposed, the range of her spiritual perception expanded.
Song Ciwan had a feeling that she was sure that as long as she was willing at this moment, she could even cross sixty miles away in one step.
Of course, when walking in daily life, everything you see is scenery, and Song Ciwan will not do it casually if it is not necessary.
She was dragged by the big white goose and ran towards the rising sun, like a mortal who had not yet practiced cultivation, using her own feet to measure the scenery of the wilderness step by step.
The big white goose shouted excitedly: "Ang, ang, ang! Goose, goose, goose!"
"Dabai!" Song Ciwan called it from behind, and together with it, left a long string of laughter on the way to the rising sun.
If the years are long, they should also be remembered for the laughter of this moment.
Cross the wilderness, cross the river beach, and cross the lush autumn reeds ahead.
The outline of the city in the distance can already be seen with the naked eye, as well as ships of various sizes swaying on the waterways in all directions.
The big white goose stopped running and stood by a beach, stunned.
It turns out that the world after climbing over Tianlong Mountain is like this!
Poor Dabai is a domestic goose who grew up in a small town. In the past, he only thought of himself as a dry land goose. How had he ever seen such a developed water world?
When Song Ciwan and the big white goose passed behind a reed swamp and stood at the head of a small river, a boatman in the distance shouted in a local accent: "Young lady, do you want to cross the river? "
Big White Goose: "Quack, quack! Aang, aang, aang!"
It is infinitely happy. No matter what others say or shout, it responds extremely positively.
Standing on the edge of this continuous body of water, the big white goose felt like its blood was boiling in a trance, as if it was some kind of instinctive thing in the body that was sprouting and colliding at this moment, trying to grow upward and sprout tiny buds.
It is a goose, and geese are close to water!
On the other side, the boatman who asked Song Ciwan if he wanted to cross the river was rocking the oar and was already coming towards this side with a babbling sound.
As we got closer, we saw that the person standing on the bow of the boat rocking the boat was a middle-aged woman with a weathered face. The woman wrapped her head in a gray cloth, with a simple villager's smile on her face: "Little lady, Crossing the river? I'll send it to Huijiang City for only five copper coins."
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Fengling County, Huijiang City.
This is a small city on the water. Although it is only at the county level, because of its developed water system, people from all directions always meet here. As time goes by, Huijiang City becomes particularly prosperous.
Compared with Suyang, a small town where Song Ciwan originally stayed, the atmosphere of Huijiang City is completely different.
The most distinctive thing is that there are more waterways than land in Huijiang City. Most of the buildings in the city are built on the water, and most of the roads outside the city are waterways.
One after another, there are criss-crossing waterways. If it were not for the locals to lead the way, it is very likely that people would not be able to reach the entrance to the city even after wandering on the water for a long time.
Song Ciwan took the big white goose on the boat. Some boats lingering a little further away suddenly made a variety of sounds that seemed to be regretful and joking: "The tiger's mother stole the business again. I said, he Wenwen Auntie, why are your hands and feet so nimble? Among us, you are the fastest in rocking the boat!"
The woman rocking the boat, who was called "Aunt Wen," smiled and replied: "I have two extra hands. Or am I the fastest?"
This joke immediately activated the atmosphere on the water, and laughter spread from all the boats.
Of course, Aunt Wen didn't have two extra hands, but it was true that her hands and feet were exceptionally nimble.
After Song Ciwan got on the boat with the big white goose, a delicate little head poked out from the boat canopy.
Immediately afterwards, a small figure emerged from the awning. It turned out to be a girl who looked about eight or nine years old.
The girl greeted Song Ciwan in a soft voice and said, "Sister, come and sit here. My mother will be able to row you to the city gate in about a quarter of an hour."
Song Ciwan subconsciously activated the magic weapon Qingming Eye in his eyes and scanned all the women and girls on the boat.
This scan confirmed that both of them were mortals.
Song Ciwan felt dumbfounded by her actions just now: Human psychology is really interesting. With her current cultivation level, she can easily tell whether the person in front of her is a human being or a treacherous person, even without using any magic weapon. There is no doubt that Huijiang City is normal Huijiang City, and the mortals around Huijiang City are also normal mortals.
However, Song Ciwan had encountered so many weird and bizarre things that now when she encountered some normal things, she would still be suspicious for no reason.
It always feels like it’s too normal but seems abnormal!
It can be seen that people's subconscious is really capable of taming themselves. After experiencing many crises, when there is no crisis anymore, they still feel uncomfortable.
But in fact, the rule of the Immortal Dynasty of the Great Zhou Dynasty is still strong today. If it really reaches the point where it encounters troubles everywhere, might the Great Zhou Dynasty collapse long ago?
Song Ciwan did not follow the little girl into the canopy, but stood outside the canopy, looking at the layout inside with a look of surprise on her face.
I saw two futons and a small table in the awning. The small table was wiped clean. The futons were made of reeds, and now they have lost their burrs——
These are nothing. What really surprised Song Ciwan was that there were several pieces of coarsely woven linen hanging on both sides of the awning. Those linen cloths were all spliced together from various rags, and the pieces were spliced together to form On the piece of linen, there are continuous drawings of vivid flying fairies!
These female fairies are either flying in the clouds, looking at flowers by the water, or playing chess in the bamboo forest...
Each one has its own unique characteristics, either elegant, delicate, or dignified... There is no need to enumerate all the postures.
The lines used to draw them are uniformly ink-colored. It can be seen that the ink color does not look like ink, but rather like carbonized dead branches cut into sharp pen tips, and then these beauties of different shapes are painted. Son.
The painter's brushwork is exquisite and unique. The lines of the charcoal branches are thick and thin, light and heavy, and are drawn far and near to form this vivid picture of beauty.
There is nothing unusual about seeing pictures of beauties like this anywhere else, in the homes of wealthy families, in street shops, or even in the bookstalls of down-and-out scholars.
However, at the moment, Song Ciwan clearly boarded a mortal boat at will. It can be seen that this small boat comes from a fisherman's family at the bottom of the folk. Although the woman rocking the boat has a friendly look in her eyes, her face is criss-crossed with ravines, and every wrinkle seems to be filled with the hardships of the years.
Although the clothes of the little girl who came out of the cabin were clean and starched, the edges of her sleeves were frayed and the tops of her shoes were frayed. Seeing that Song Ciwan didn't enter the awning, she picked up a small kettle from the other side of the cabin.
The kettle was warmed on a simple clay stove. The little girl took out a cup, poured a cup of warm water, raised the cup with both hands and presented it to Song Ciwan and said, "Sister, drink water."
It can be seen that he is well-behaved and sensible, and his tutor is very good.
Song Ciwan took the water glass and looked at the paintings hanging on both sides of the awning.
Such paintings are really incompatible with the awning boat in front of me. It is difficult to imagine how these paintings appeared here.
In particular, the beauties in these paintings actually looked very familiar to Song Ciwan!
Their appearance and appearance are clearly very similar to the beauties in the "Lanke Spring and Autumn Picture" that Song Ciwan took away!
Seeing that Song Ciwan's eyes had been falling on the hanging paintings on both sides of the awning, the little girl in the awning couldn't help but carefully asked: "Sister, look at these paintings, these paintings... are they pretty good?"
Song Ciwan nodded and praised: "The painting is indeed very good... No, it's not good, it's very good, it's excellent!"
Lanke's Spring and Autumn Pictures are spiritual magic weapons, and the original paintings were painted by Su Baiyi, a painter of flowers.
Of course, Su Baiyi imitated the paintings of the great Confucian Yu Chunqiu's paintings of beauties in the mountains and rivers.
Let’s not mention these origins, let’s just talk about the paintings on the awning boat.
In Song Ciwan's eyes, the beauties in these paintings were extremely vivid.
Except that the person who painted the painting may be just a mortal, so after the painting is completed, it cannot produce a vision like the Lanke Spring and Autumn Pictures. If we only talk about the spirituality of the paintings, Song Ciwan even felt that several of the paintings in the awning boat, Not inferior to Su Shun’s paintings at all!
This is quite incredible.
It should be noted that Su Baiyi is not only the court's prodigy, but he is also the fourth-ranked top genius on the list of all-spirited geniuses!
For this kind of person, his talent is enough to communicate between heaven and earth. If his paintings are infused with talent, they will be able to come to life in the real world just like the paintings of the legendary magic brush Ma Liang.
Comparing Su Baiyi with unknown painters among the people, if Song Ciwan hadn't seen it with his own eyes at this moment, Song Ciwan would have thought that someone was talking in his sleep?
But he saw that the little girl opposite suddenly became happy. She raised her head slightly, stared at Song Ciwan with bright eyes, and said crisply: "Sister, do you really think these paintings are excellent?"
At the same time, the scales of heaven and earth appeared around Song Ciwan, but he received a burst of energy from the little girl.
[Human desire, the joy, joy, and excitement of mortals can be sold for a pound or a tael. 】
Song Ciwan:...
All I can say is that he is such a little kid, so easily excited.
She smiled and said, "It's a very good painting. Who painted it? Is it you? Or someone close to you?"
Song Ciwan asked casually with a smile. When she asked the three words "Is it you?", her tone was kind and teasing. Song Ciwan subconsciously did not think that this painting was painted by the little girl in front of him. She was too young after all.
But the little girl smiled and rolled her eyes and said, "Sister, these paintings were painted by my mother! They were painted by my mother. She is so good at painting!"
As she spoke, the little girl put her hands in front of her and made an exaggerated gesture.
The big white goose raised its head and responded to her: "Aang, Aang, Aang!"
Song Ciwan was shocked. She turned her head and immediately looked at Aunt Wen who was standing at the bow of the boat rocking the boat.
This Aunt Wen had a gray handkerchief on her head, wore gray clothes, had dark and yellow skin, and had the stout waist of a working people. Although she smiled kindly when she turned her head, the weather on her face could not be concealed.
With such an image of a middle-aged woman, no matter where she appears, no one can associate her with the title of painter.
It is impossible for an ordinary painter, let alone a great painter who imitated Lan Ke's Spring and Autumn Pictures and painted such vivid paintings?
When Aunt Wen saw Song Ciwan looking at her, she immediately looked frightened and smiled at her: "Little madam, don't listen to this girl's nonsense. This painting of mine is just a random drawing by myself. How dare I pretend to be anything?" Do you paint well?"
The implication is that she admitted that these paintings were indeed made by her.
Song Ciwan didn't know how to respond for a moment, so she just blurted out and asked: "Auntie, why do you draw such a painting?"
This question mainly stems from the fact that the beauties in Aunt Wenzi's paintings are very similar to the beauties in Lanke's Spring and Autumn Pictures.
Aunt Wen replied honestly: "Hey, that's not true of me. I've been good at colors since I was a child, and I like to draw beauties... When I was a child, I liked to pick up branches and scribble on the ground, but I couldn't draw anything good. "
While rocking the boat, she chuckled and said, "I don't draw anything else, I just draw beauties. Some time ago, there was a rumor in the city that many scholars imitated Su Tanhua's pictures of beauties and drew pictures that could be drawn from the paintings. Here’s the beauty coming down!”
Aunt Wen exclaimed: "That's really amazing. I saw it from a distance when I sent someone to the city. I was very itchy at that time. When I came back, I followed that painting and painted several paintings."
As soon as she talked about painting, Aunt Wen started talking.
The scales of heaven and earth appeared, and a ball of energy from Aunt Wen was also collected: "Human desires, mortal joy, obsession, and love, can be sold for three pounds or nine taels." 】
Aunt Wen continued to talk: "I hid it from my family. I painted it secretly when I was on the boat with my wife, otherwise they would have scolded me for being so idle."
She smiled again and said: "Little lady, you have to praise me today, my painting is not in vain!"
