Legend of the Great Saint

In the dark drawing room, the skylight casts a column of light, dust floats in it, and the floor is covered with drawing paper.

There are many diagrams of evil ghosts in different shapes. Just a glance, I feel a vicious breath, and it comes to me.

However, none of these patterns have been completed. It seemed that the painter had lost interest in them just half of the time.

Qian Danqing lay on the drawing paper, stretched out his limbs, pale face, the whole person lost weight, his eyes were round, and there was a fear that had never dispersed.

“Danqing, are you ready?” There was an old voice coming out the door, "said the Master.

“Yes, Master.” Danqing's weak path stood on the ground and walked to the front of the painting, which was the only neat place in the house, all the brushes were washed clean and the paint was neatly arranged.

In the pencil wash, it smells like blood.

There's a painting right in the middle.

Dropping the curtain, he tried to control himself not to look into the painting, curling the framed painting little by little to relieve the breath.

As if it wasn't a painting he'd painted himself, but a beast who would bite.

The door was split in half, bright sunshine, and a wild influx.

Qian Danqing covered his eyes with his hands, gradually saw a blurred figure and hurried to prayer; “Master. ”

Taoist looked at the disciple's face, and his heart also felt a bit of pain. Bi Blood Danqing gave him an incredible gift to draw paintings that far exceeded his standards, but at a great price, a real injection of effort.

“Let's go! ”

“To where?” Danqing's divine colour is a little confusing, immersed in the picturesque world, almost forgotten about the contest.

“Cloud Island. ”

Luo Danqing suddenly woke up, but remembered being intoxicated by Li Qingshan a few months ago, his face was unnaturally red.

It was after that day that he began to close the door to the studio for almost six months.

His ugliness after drinking must have spread. After all, both sides are enemies, which is inevitable, but hating himself is too careless. I held onto the axis of the painting in my hand. His indignation and frustration were all incorporated into the painting. I must teach Li Qingshan a harsh lesson.

Ah, so embarrassing! After all this time, I hope you've forgotten about it. Li Qingshan, I can't spare you!

Qian Danqing was in the mood, and with Qian Shi Dao, he came together outside Yunfeng Island, only to see that many bamboo forests had been cut off, turned into fields, or orchards, where several farmer disciples were cultivating.

“Raging heavenly objects.” The quiet and elegant atmosphere was suitable for painting, but unfortunately it fell into the hands of such vulgar people as Liu Chuanfeng.

Crossing the bamboo forest trail to Zhuxuan, Liu Changqing sat down in the hallway to taste tea, raised his glasses and smiled. Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai sat beside each other.

But none of these people can attract the attention of Qing Danqing, because that damned Li Qingshan, is making great strides, his face filled with sunshine confident smile, from the salute: “Master Qi, Qingdaoyou, you are finally here. ”

Master Xiao nodded and said to Changqing Liu: “Yoo Daoyou, this is not a place to try, why let us come here!” This is his painter's island, and he doesn't want to see him destroyed.

Liu Changqing said: "The place to try is in the soldier's grand martial arts, but the novelist still has some objections to this fight, so invite both parties to come and discuss it. ”

Qingdan stared at Li Qingshan: “What, do you want to escape? ”

“Of course not.” Li Qingshan smiled slightly and looked back at Liu Chuanfeng, after obtaining the first consent of the novelist's name, he said: “I just think this competition is unfair! ”

Qingdao Qingdao: “How unfair was that when you promised it yourself? ”

Li Qingshan said, “Yunfeng Island is the cornerstone of my novelist. Losing nature is nothing. Winning is nothing but holding on. It is something that belongs to us. Do you think it's fair?

“The reason we promised was that we were forced to do the same. If the painter couldn't make the corresponding bet, I asked Master Liu to cancel the contest. ”

“Now, it's not like you can cancel. What kind of bet do you want?” Shining eyes stared at Li Qingshan.

He had never really thought about gambling, and in his view, the novelist must have lost, setting such a bet was totally unnecessary.

Now, the boy obviously knew he was going to lose, so he bluffed out and tried to escape. If he insists, Changqing Liu will naturally not help cancel the contest, just because the kid refuses to participate, he says that the painter is forced to do so.

Since you want a bet, what about the bet I gave you?

"“ I don't know, "said Li Qingshan." I don't know what it's worth to get to Yunnan Island. Please tell Master Xue! ”

“I'm a poor painter, nothing of value, just a few small paintings. This painting is written by the old man. If you think it's appropriate, you can do it. If you don't feel it's appropriate, just admit it!” The Master Dao took out a painting at will, arrogant.

Changqing Liu spoke out: “Is it the Heavenly Girl Scattered Flower Map?" ”

Master Dao is the best at drawing beauties for life. The beauty of the painting is not only wonderful, but the joy and sorrow are no different from the real person, but there are no flaws like the real person. The beauty of the painting has surpassed the beauty of the world.

Therefore, there is the phrase "3,000 Maggies, better than a painting of the Master Dao", which is famous throughout the nine provinces of Ruyi County.

This Tian Feng scattered flower map is his seal. It is rumored that before he painted this painting, he had white hair. After painting, his hair was white overnight.

As soon as he saw it, he loved to keep his hands open and wanted to spend a lot of money to buy it, but he said: "This is the wife of my apprentice and cannot be given to anyone else. ”

If other people say such words, they are afraid that they will be used as push words, then Master Dao will take the painting as his wife for the rest of his life, even Qian Danqing will see the beautiful woman who walked out of the painting, he will call her Master Mother.

This "Heavenly Girl Scatter" is left to the true Heavenly Girl of the Qing Dynasty.

If you want to hear it, you can only do it. You can't spoil this good word.

The shaft opens, the men present are all stunned, and the shaft closes.

I can't remember the face of the woman that day. I only remember the belt dancing, the fall of England and the champagne scattered. Floral fragrance still clearly haunts the nose. The face of the jade woman is gradually stabilizing, but it is the most beautiful face in everyone's heart.

Changqing Liu's thoughts go back decades, when he was still a schoolboy, and the season was full of things. A young girl swung on the swing and gave a silver bell-like laugh, which was Mr. 's little daughter.

And the day after tomorrow, on each side, he also read the beauty, and raised countless concubines. Her face could not even speak of beauty, but the feeling she had left him was no substitute for any beauty, not even herself.

The time was running out, the feeling was already blurred, and when I saw the painting, it suddenly became clear again, as it was yesterday, so to speak. With a smile in his eyes, he could not necessarily lean toward the country, but could lean toward it. Thousands of spiritual stones are worth spending.

Li Qingshan woke up and looked at Liu Chuanfeng and Sun Fubai. They all looked the same. At first glance, they were looking back at the past.

Only Dan was stunned, Master had said to leave the painting to him as his wife, but in order not to distract him, but he had never seen it with his own eyes. He also had great expectations. Today, at first sight, he felt that it was not as beautiful as Master's previous paintings. None of the people who had prejudiced the painting did not say good, because it was strange and stunned.

Taoist pride, this painting is his life's work, completely reversed the previous painting style, he used to paint the hope, when the practitioner put on the spiritual stone, he painted the most beautiful woman of his heart.

But this painting is all about memories, easily breaking through the practitioner's strong psychological defense, touching the softest part of his heart, and stirring up the most beautiful memories. Perhaps even though the status changes, the memories never fade away, like an old glass of wine, the more flavorful it becomes.

It's always you who really touches you.

Until I noticed the expression on my disciple's face, the Master Dao did not secretly fail.

Eleven years ago, he was just a little beggar. All he thought about was eating buns. It was too luxurious to even eat meat. And by now, though the mood is moving, it's like a blank sheet of paper in this area, and it doesn't matter what the memories are.

If Shifu said, with this mind, draw a plate of hot white buns, it can really direct his saliva.

“Okay, I promise.” Li Qingshan Road, but not color and divine teaching, but the breath emitted by the painting, although it has surpassed the level of the spiritual apparatus, cannot be called a magic apparatus, or it is not an object at all, more like a powerful living spirit sealed in the painting.

If it is a duel with Heavenly Girl in this painting, there is no certainty that even he will win. Anyway, definitely a good thing.

Moreover, Li Qingshan is only striving to maximize the benefits. If Master Xiao really hasn't pulled any strings, he won't be able to give up the competition. With this result, he is already satisfied.

Liu Changqing said: "Well, then make a covenant and no one shall repent! ”

The soldier fought over the island, surrounded by high, low and misplaced columns on the observation deck, and his head had been saved. As soon as a walker arrived, the voice of the discourse rang.

“Qingshan.” The long-awaited Han Qiongzhi hurried up and tried to give him a hug, but looked around and bit his lip, shy of doing so.

Li Qingshan's eyes lit up. Today, she is dressed in a large red palace outfit. Her skirt is embroidered with a rich and royal peony. If she is an ordinary woman and wears this outfit, she will only look too vulgar. She is also the only one with such a confident and exaggerated personality. Such a charming scene, it looks like a flame burning in flames, beautiful and irresistible.

Originally hidden behind the exhilarating exhilaration, the noble attitude of the world's women gradually emerged and was very moving. It seemed that after the date, she became more and more dressed, and the silk on her shoulder, unknowingly, had fallen behind her back. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)