Fantasy: The Lolita I picked up turned out to be Dao

Three days later, Song Xuanzi was still in seclusion, and Yan Qingxuan had already consolidated her cultivation before leaving the seclusion. At this time, Qiao Mo had prepared gifts—two pearls that were priceless to ordinary people, and a portion of spiritual tea. branches.

This branch was a treasure found by the head of the Jiuxia Sect from an immortal residence when the Jiuxia Sect was still in Zhongzhou. There were three in total. Two of them were planted at that time, and they all grew into top-quality spirit tea trees.The remaining one is different from the other two in that it contains more intense aura, and it is still emerald green after thousands of years of existence, with more than a dozen green leaves on it.

At that time, Zongmen once picked two leaves to make spiritual tea, and it still has extraordinary efficacy after brewing it a hundred times.And this branch, no matter what method Jiuxiazong used to plant it at that time, it would not grow, so it was finally preserved as the sect's treasure.

"This branch..." Yan Qingxuan was also surprised when she saw this branch, because as the sect's treasure, even she didn't know about it, and these were things that only the heads of previous generations knew.

"This branch has existed since my Jiuxia Sect was still in Zhongzhou. It is a branch of a spiritual tea tree, but the sect has not been able to plant it. I think that senior must love tea. The person who is the master of life can also do great things, maybe this branch can be rejuvenated in the hands of that senior." Qiao Mo said, "It is not too late, before Elder Qiao is out of the customs, you can take me to see the elder. senior."

The two of them walked against the wind, and soon arrived at the boundary of Luoxia Town, and at this time, it began to rain.

"Sect Master, the rain seems to be getting heavier and heavier." Yan Qingxuan said.

"We monks, are we afraid of rain and snow?"

"What I mean is, since Senior Luo, no, Mr. Luo regards himself as a mortal, and we also interact with him as a mortal. Although the rain cannot drench us, it can reach mortals." Yan Qingxuan said.

"That's right, then let's buy two umbrellas here in Luoxia Town, just waiting for the umbrella to walk up the mountain, which also shows our sincerity." Qiao Mo nodded, and fell from the sky with Yan Qingxuan, and then seemed to be walking up the mountain again. Thinking of something, he suddenly frowned, "Buying things from those townspeople requires secular gold and silver, have you ever brought them?"

"I've already prepared it." Saying that, Yan Qingxuan took out two or three silver ingots, "It should be enough to buy two umbrellas."

After buying an umbrella, the two came to the foot of Xiayin Mountain. Looking up, Xiayin Mountain was misty and rainy in the rain, and the manor where Luoqin was located in the middle of the mountain was looming.

"It's a great place." Seeing the scene, Qiao Mo couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

After that, the two held umbrellas and walked up the mountain like ordinary people until they reached the gate of the manor.

The manor was not closed, but the two of them did not dare to venture in. When hesitating at the door, a voice came into their minds: "The master is in the backyard, go in by yourself."

The two turned around and saw the tiger Huang Yin had appeared behind them at some point.At this moment, Huang Yin was lying leisurely on the bluestone under a big tree to shelter from the rain.

"Senior, did Mr. Luo expect us to come?" Yan Qingxuan asked.

"Prediction? Why does the master need to predict your behavior? Visitors are guests, and the gate of the master's manor is never closed. As long as they are the master's guests, they can naturally enter the courtyard. It's open, no one can take half a step." After Huang Yin finished speaking, he yawned and didn't want to talk to the two of them anymore.

Qiao Mo and Yan Qingxuan also saluted knowingly and then walked into the courtyard.

After entering the courtyard, Qiao Mo was shocked by the strong and simple atmosphere.But other than that, everything in the courtyard, including stone tables and chairs, planted flowers and trees, etc., looked ordinary, nothing special.

"It seems that there are some mundane things here. If it weren't for this simple, even ancient atmosphere, and the tiger monster at the door would call Mr. Luo its master, I would feel that this is where I live. A mortal." Jomo thought to himself.

"Sovereign, let me say again, don't easily mention the matter of cultivation in front of Mr. Luo later." At this time, Yan Qingxuan was still worried and transmitted the voice to Qiao Mo again.

The two quickly walked through the front yard, walked around the house from the north promenade, and came to the back yard.The backyard is a rock garden and a lake.There are several lotus flowers in the lake that are waiting to bloom, and a small boat is docked on the shore of the lake.On the edge of the lake, backed by a rockery, there is a gazebo. Luo Qin is standing in the gazebo, painting, with a delicate umbrella leaning against a bench on one side. On the stone table of the gazebo, there are two or three side dishes. A jug of wine.

Luo Qin was standing on the side of the gazebo, facing the lake, with a drawing board erected in front of him, and the brush that Luo Qin used to paint was a kind of brush that Qiao Mo and his wife had never seen before: the tip of the brush was flat, and the hair was thick. Very short, like a small brush, and the body is slender.What is used to paint is not ink, but puddles of paint of different colors like oil stains on a wooden board held in Luo Qin's hand.

On the drawing board, the lotus in the lake is painted, but it is not the lotus at this time.Although the lotus is not in full bloom at this time, it has also grown buds.On the screen, there are only lotus leaves. The lotus leaves look like they are in the rain, but the whole picture looks like a sunny day.

After a while, Luo Qin finished painting, put the things in his hands back on the stone bench beside him, turned around, and saw two people waiting outside the pavilion.

"Mr. Luo is very elegant." Yan Qingxuan, who knew Luo Qin, naturally spoke first at this time.

"Why are you here? Who else is this?" Luo Qin glanced at the two of them, then picked up the jug from the table, poured himself a glass of wine, held the wine, and began to appreciate his work again.

"This is the elder of the family, named Qiao Mo. He heard that I was instructed by Mr. Luo yesterday, so he came to thank me." Yan Qingxuan said, "Job, this is the Mr. Luo Qinluo I mentioned yesterday. .”

"Come in and sit down, don't stand outside and get caught in the rain." Luo Qin said, facing the two of them sideways, "I just drew a picture, let's take a look if you don't mind."

The two walked into the pavilion and stood beside the stone table, looking at Luo Qin's painting across the stone table.

"Mr. Luo, excuse me for being ignorant, what technique did you use before? I am also very interested in painting, but I have never seen such a painting method." After looking at the painting for a while, Qiao Mo asked Luo Qin.

"Oil painting, by the way, there is no concept of oil painting here." Luo Qin said, "But it is still a bit less interesting than ink painting. By the way, Mr. Qiao, you are an elder, so you don't have to be so modest."

"Then Mr. Luo doesn't have to be so polite. Hearings are different. Mr. Luo's words of advice to my family Qingxuan yesterday can be said to be worth a lot of money, which shows that Mr. Luo is a great talent." Qiao Mo said.

"Alright." Luo Qin nodded, and said, "Since Mr. Qiao also likes painting, let's take a look at this painting."

Qiao Mo walked a few steps closer, came to the painting, looked at it carefully, and after looking at it for a while, said: "Although Mr. Luo used the lotus pond in the rain at this time as a reference, the painting may not be the scene at this time. But This kind of painting method is also common in ink and wash paintings. Especially when painting mountains and water, you don't want to show every stone, scene, grass and tree in the painting, but you need the shape of mountains and the meaning of water. If the shape and meaning are achieved, Then there will be the color of mountains and rivers. If there is no such shape and meaning, it will be useless to paint mountains and rivers."

"Thank you, Mr. Qiao, Luo admires you." Luo Qin smiled, and sincerely admired, "Both of you, please sit down."

When the two sat down, Luo Qin picked up the jug and asked, "You two, can you drink?"

"Have a drink now and then." Jomo replied.

"I can only drink a little." Yan Qingxuan said.

In fact, if it's ordinary wine, it doesn't matter to Yan Qingxuan or Qiao Mo to drink a few catties at a time. The impact of alcohol can be resolved with their own skills, and they don't care.Maybe it was just because of their mortal image, the two of them, especially Yan Qingxuan, had to be more reserved.

"This is Luo's own brewed wine. Although it is strong, it has a long aftertaste." Luo Qin poured a glass for both of them.Then he picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and shifted his gaze to the painting: "Old Qiao is right, what I painted is indeed not the lotus pond at this moment, but a certain time and place in my impression. Hawthorn."

"Then, Mr. Luo, why are you here painting this lake?" Yan Qingxuan asked.

"Actually, where I paint has nothing to do with you seeing this painting," Luo Qin said with a smile, "Where I am and what I am painting may indeed have some influence on this painting. But After you see this painting, all you need to think is that what this painting shows is what I want you to see, or what I let you see. As for what this painting wants to express , What is the painting? It has nothing to do with the painting, it has nothing to do with where it is facing what is painted, it is only related to me.”

After listening to Luo Qin's words, Qiao Mo started to look at the painting again. After looking at it for a while, he took another sip of wine.

After taking a sip of the wine, Qiao Mo was caught off guard by a burst of sweetness, which exploded from his mouth with the unique stimulation of the wine. The sudden discomfort caused Qiao Mo to swallow the wine in his mouth all at once.But surprisingly, the intensely stimulating wine in the mouth is extremely smooth in the throat, with a line to the end.Then, a fresh fragrance came out from the throat, which complemented the fragrance remaining in the mouth, creating a wonderful feeling, making people eager to take another sip.

"This wine is indeed a good wine." Qiao Mo admired, the ordinary wine without a trace of aura, but it has such a pure and irresistible taste, which made Qiao Mo think again, that has nothing to do with cultivation , Simple wine is also addictive.

Jomo drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and after thinking about it for a long time, he put down the glass and turned his attention back to the painting.

What Luo Qin said earlier made Qiao Mo seem to realize something, but it was not clear. He felt that this was the opportunity Luo Qin gave him, and it depended on whether he could realize something.

"By the way, Mr. Qiao," Luo Qin said again at this moment, "I remembered something interesting, let me tell you about it."

"Mr. Luo, please speak."

"I once knew a very famous painter who was considered the most outstanding painter of an era. He once said in his later years, all I wish is to be able to paint like a child." Luo Yun said, "In their eyes, children's eyes are the most pure and flawless, so they can see and draw the most beautiful pictures. What do you think if you don't know what to do?"

"Draw like a child?" Qiao Mo felt that Luo Qin was pointing him, just to see if he could comprehend something.He thought for a long time, but Luo Qin didn't urge him, and started to drink at his own discretion.

"Mr. Luo," Qiao Mo said after a long time, "I think what the painter said must be wrong, at least the old man can't understand this."

"It's okay, everyone just communicates. Let's also talk about your thoughts."

"According to the old-fashioned way of thinking, it is still the same sentence. The pursuit of painting should not be the image of the painting. It is not that the more lifelike the painting, the better the painting. It is not the difficulty of comparing painting techniques. What the painting pursues is, in the end, the The painter’s own realm.” Qiao Mo said, “Like the color of mountains and rivers, some people can see the beauty of mountains and rivers; It is what the painter pursues to integrate the artistic conception that is unique to what he sees into the painting."

"That's right, Mr. Qiao really has a lot of research on painting. I respect you." Luo Qin picked up the wine glass, gestured to Qiao Mo, drank it down, and said, "But in terms of painting, a painter not only needs to hone himself It is necessary to sharpen one's vision and state of mind, and these two points are not something children can possess. Even if they return to the basics in the end, there is a difference. It is ridiculous for those people to say that the mountains and rivers are still mountains and rivers in the end. I think the first landscape is the same as the last landscape."

Before crossing, Luo Qin had a deep study of fine arts, and he always looked down upon the path taken by Western fine arts after Impressionism and Fauvism.Especially the Dadaism that started from Duchamp, and the contemporary art and modern art after that, those works that have given up aesthetics and completely pursued the impact of the work and the interpretation of the artist's personal personality are even less attractive.

Qiao Mo naturally didn't know what Luo Qin was thinking, but after hearing Luo Qin's words, he suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart.

"Thank you, Mr. Luo, for your guidance." Qiao Mo stood up suddenly, and saluted Luo Qin respectfully.He knew in his heart that his state of mind and perception at this time were completely different from his previous self. Although he hadn't made any progress in his cultivation, the clear understanding in his heart could be achieved after he was born. In the practice of self-cultivation, remove many obstacles for yourself, so that you can practice more smoothly.This is much more precious than raising several realms at once.

"You're being polite, Mr. Qiao." Luo Qin said politely, but still accepted the gift, "It's rare that the weather is beautiful today, and everyone is quite interested, so I will draw another painting."

After speaking, Luo Qin stood up, opened a wooden box on one side, took out the Four Treasures of the Study from inside, and placed it on the stone table.

"Qing Xuan, grind the ink for Mr. Luo," Qiao Mo ordered.

"Miss Laoyan is here."

The ink was thickened and the brush was full. Luo Qin stared at the rice paper in front of him for a while, then started to paint, and the whole painting was completed in one stroke.

The painting is still a lotus pond, but there is only a section of jade lotus root protruding from the mud on the screen, and two or three small fish are swimming and playing on the side, and there is nothing else on the screen.

"This may be the difference between the artistic conception we understand and the artistic conception understood by the West." After finishing the painting, Luo Qin looked at the picture for a while, and then sighed softly.

"Wonderful, this painting." Qiao Mo and Yan Qingxuan also stood beside Luo Qin, looking at the painting together, Qiao Mo couldn't help admiring, "Painting a lotus without seeing the lotus, but these two or three small fish , but it shows the vitality of this lotus pond."

"If Qiao Lao likes it, I will give it to Qiao Lao." Luo Qin said with a smile.

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