Moon Black Wind Gao Aunt Haunted

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It's a very, very old story, and it's been a long time.

It's so old... those who have witnessed it with their own eyes are long gone, so old that it becomes a few short lines of wild history, so old... probably no one knows about it.

Even I have heard about him.

But... There were really people who were amazing in an era, and the talents of these people will not be annihilated by a few short lines.

Just like the seeds of sycamore, blown down by the breeze, some fall on the ground, will germinate, sprout branches, grow leaves, and then become a lonely tree, and some will fall on people's collars, and then be shaken off.

But the person standing under the tree didn't take it seriously, shook the tree seeds on his clothes, and continued to stare at the front and the back of the painter painting.

This young painter in his early 20s has been sitting here all morning, helping the common people to paint portraits for free.

In normal times, this kind of "free event" would always cause people to scramble and yell and push, but this time it was different... They were quiet, no one spoke, and everyone gathered around Form a big circle, leave a certain space for the painter, and watch him paint quietly.

For some reason, seeing him, everyone quieted down unconsciously, and subconsciously made room for him... Such a spotless person should not be too close to the world.

The painter hangs his head, and the white skirt is spread on the ground, blending with the paper on the ground... Surrounding him are portraits of people whose ink is not completely dry. There are many men, women and children in the paintings, although their appearances and expressions are different. , put together but there is no sense of disobedience, they are all the smoke and fire that reveals all the flavors of life.

He dipped the ink, held the pen, and hung his wrist at the right height from the white paper. A drop of ink fell, rendering a piece on the rice paper, and then the tip of the pen also fell. With a few strokes, the facial outline of the old woman sitting opposite him was completely blurred. Vividly on the paper, it seems to outline the weather and frost left behind after half a lifetime of hard work.

There are three things in the world, they are heaven, earth, and man. The sky is above the universe, the earth is under the dust, and man picks up the paintbrush. Therefore, there are all things in the world.

Wu Daozi put his old hand on the brim of his hat, and like everyone around him, he unconsciously held his breath looking at his painting.

He didn't expect that this young man's painting had reached such a level. He not only painted the face and skin, but also the bones and heart.

Such a character will become a great weapon within three years, and if he is not destroyed now...then, he will only be slowly destroyed in the future.

Wu Daozi slowly clenched his fists, his withered eyelids drooped, his experience made him unhappy, even if it was... deciding whether an innocent life should disappear.

Suddenly, a weak voice broke the calm, not only interrupted Wu Daozi's thoughts, but also made Huangfu stop his pen.

"...Mr. Huangfu, can you interrupt for a moment?" The boy's sudden sentence interrupted the entire artistic conception, dragging the painter back to the world abruptly.

He turned around, put down the pen again, and took the letter paper that the servant bent over with both hands.

On the letter paper is a simple and elegant lower script with hairpin flowers. The artist just glanced at the name, and there was a gleam of joy in his eyes.

This smile is like the melting of ice and snow in winter, revealing the gorgeous color that heralds the approaching spring, which amazed the mountains and plains.

"Everyone, I'm sorry." His voice was like the lowest note on a guqin, and there was a long echo when he was touched. He was holding the letter in his hand, and just about to say something, he was immediately laughed out of good intentions by the surrounding people interrupted.

"It's a letter from the female relatives at home." The aunt carefully squeezed the words she hadn't finished, while joking about this young man who was a little at a loss. They watched Huangfu Zhen blushing, and kept bowing to the people around him. The feeling disappeared completely, just like the dull scholar next door who reads like a fool.

And the fact seems to be the case, Huangfu Zhen hurried back to the inn room with the letter in his hand, his face was still red, he went to the window and took a look to make sure that the boy who came with him was still there. After entering the room, he carefully opened the letter paper.

He took a deep breath, and after looking at ten lines at a glance, the redness on his cheeks not only did not fade, but became deeper and deeper.

Huangfu Zhen heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the end, and lay down on the berth unaffected, and then covered his face with the letter.

His fiancée is coming to see him.

That's great, he thought, after she comes here, he can show her what Luoyang looks like, show her what delicious food is sold in the shops here, how delicate the makeup is, and show her the street jugglers... ...I want to show her everything, I want her to know.

Thinking of this, Huangfu Zhen sat up abruptly. This elegant and steady painter finally showed some of the impatience he should have at his age.

He opened the drawer, and there was a jade hairpin inside. Among the dazzling array of accessories, he immediately fell in love with it. This cyan jade hairpin inlaid with gold threads and the white stork carved with silver on the top made Huangfu Zhen the first. He noticed it with his own eyes, but what moved him the most was the transparent cyan jade quality.

Although it is not the most expensive, but the cold pure blue color of the whole body is like the green leaves with clear veins shining brightly under the hot sun. fiancee.

That little girl with a hint of green in her name.

He sat at the table, wrote a few lines in a hurry, and then put the jade hairpin in. After thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand out of the window, folded a green willow branch, and put it in together. Put it in the box, carry it out of the house, and go straight to the counter of the inn.

"Yo, Master Huangfu, what do you want me to do?" Xiao Er who was sitting in front of the counter sat up straight for a moment, then stood up respectfully.

Since the artist moved into this shop, the teahouse downstairs has been full every day, and countless people have come here admiringly, wanting to meet this extraordinary young and promising artist.

Huangfu Zhen returned the gift, "Please clean up another empty room, preferably next to my room." Immediately afterwards, he took out the box, "It's still the original address, please come again." He wanted to take out the money, but was immediately stopped by Xiao Er.

"How can I ask for your money?" Xiaoer smiled all over his face, "After you become famous, my lord, you still remember our small shop, helping us inscribe a pair of calligraphy and leave a pair of calligraphy, we are lucky It's over." After speaking, Xiao Er quickly took the box from Huangfu Zhen's hand, and ran to the post station without saying a word.

Huangfu Zhen looked at the empty hands and smiled in relief. The servant beside him came over and asked, "It's getting late, are you ready for dinner?"

Is it getting late?

Huangfu Zhen tilted his head slightly, and it happened that a slanting sun cast the afterglow, leaving a gentle orange color on his thin but gentle face. He squinted his eyes, but his thoughts drifted far away... At this moment, is she standing there too? Under the same sunlight, looking in the same direction as him?

Thinking of this, Huangfu Zhen squinted his eyes, then turned around, his white robe drew a graceful arc, "Go, don't eat."

He suddenly... wanted to do something.

Watching the tall and straight figure of the young painter gradually disappear, an old man in the corner raised his cloudy eyes and winked at the man in bunt next to him. The latter understood, drank the wine in the glass, and then stood up , followed him out.

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"Its shape is as graceful as a frightened bird, and as graceful as a swimming dragon. It is full of chrysanthemums and luxuriant spring pines. It seems like the moon covered by light clouds, and the snow flutters like the wind. Looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as the sun. Ascension to the morning glow; when you observe it by force, it is as bright as a flower coming out of Lubo..."

Huangfu Zhen's painting "Luo Shen Fu Tu" was rated as three points in form, three points in care, and three points in spirit. It can be said to be the best work. He knelt under the white wall of the temple, took out the branch and followed him for time The longest pen, without hesitation, began to paint.

He never paints the whole part of "Luo Shen Fu Tu". Although outsiders speculate that the appearance of the gods should not be profaned, some people say that they are afraid of such things as "painting the finishing touch", but only he himself knows the real reason.

It's because his level is not up to the mark.

However, he suddenly wanted to try it again, and he suddenly felt... Maybe he could draw this god's all-powerful beauty this time.

……

When Wu Daozi walked slowly, he finally arrived at the gate of the temple. Looking up, the man he invited to "solve everything" was looking inside in astonishment, as if he had seen a miracle come. I froze outside the door.

what happened?

Wu Daozi tremblingly pushed the man away, looked inside the main gate, and saw clearly Huangfu Zhen's tall and straight back when he was quietly painting, and the painting on the wall... destined to be famous forever.

Beads of sweat slid down his head and wet the clothes on the old man's back, but he didn't realize it, looking at the painter's tall back with cloudy eyes, suddenly...as if he saw himself more than 30 years ago.

No, not to mention the me at that time, even the me now...may not be able to reach his level.

Wu Daozi raised his head tremblingly, looking at this mural that seemed to be glowing.

The goddess born from Luoshui showed her true face. She was born in the world but was so out of place. She stood between the sky and the earth, riding the wind. Her thin clothes were wrinkled by the wind. Clouds and mist linger together.

The shifting of the Milky Way and the Beidou, the alternating profit and loss of the sun and the moon, all fall in her eyes; the tides rise and fall, the vicissitudes of the sea, and all living beings reproduce endlessly, all of which are under her feet.

The gods who have been extolled for generations... Finally, layers of veils were lifted, and through the paintings of this world, I took a look at the prosperity of this prosperous age.

That's it.

Wu Daozi slowly closed his eyes, completely out of the mood for comparison.This is no longer in suspense.

Huangfu Zhen took the white paint and dabbed it on the white stork that was about to fly in Luoshen's hand, leaving the last stroke.

In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the misty literary energy showed the trend of purple energy coming from the east, and the sky above the temple was constantly circling, announcing the birth of a master's work in a destructive manner.

That's right, a master's work represents a master's work that can establish a sect and last for a hundred years!

Huangfu Zhen stood in front of his work for a long time, and finally sighed contentedly. Just as he was about to pick up the paint on the ground, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck. He turned around in surprise, and found a sword glowing coldly beside his neck.

"This is……"

Before Huangfu Zhen finished speaking, the man behind him interrupted him.

"It's only natural to take people's money and do things for them."

"But..." The man paused, looked up at the paintings on the wall that seemed to be glowing with divine light, "I regret it."

"Although I am a rough person, I don't want a talented person like you to die in my hands." The man's words made Wu Daozi, who was eavesdropping outside the door, teary-eyed, but let Huangfu Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.

He couldn't die here, his fiancée was still waiting for him.

"I would like to hand over double the money to those who are behind the scenes." Huangfu Zhen was neither humble nor overbearing, as if he had no timidity in his heart.

Behind the back, the man was quite satisfied with Huangfu Zhen's words. He was about to put the sword back into the scabbard, and Huangfu Zhen also felt the chill on his neck disappear. His pupils shrank sharply!

"How can you be so dishonest!"

The eyes of the old man at the door were red, and he rushed towards him yelling, the man flung himself away, but unexpectedly, Wu Daozi's target was not him at all, but the person under his sword...

A few drops of bright red splashed onto the mural, dyeing the skirt corners of the goddess born in Luoshui red, like large expanses of other shore flowers, blooming recklessly on Tianshuibi's dress, continuously smudged.

Then, there was deathly silence.

The old man knelt down on the ground in disbelief, looking at his blood-red hands in bewilderment, but the man sneered.

"Don't give me any more money. You killed the man, and it has nothing to do with me."

And Wu Daozi...but he didn't reply for a long time, he just had a crazy expression and muttered to himself:

"He saw it was me, he saw it was me... he, he saw it was me...!"

The slowly cooling corpse on the ground still had its eyes wide open, with surprise and confusion on its face. At the last moment of his life, he never thought...why would he choose to kill him with such a kind and kind painting saint when facing him? .

"He knows that I killed him...he will come to take revenge." Wu Daozi muttered to himself, "He will definitely come to seek revenge from me."

He turned his head, looked at the painting of Luoshen Fu, and looked at the goddess in the painting with a ferocious face.

"You saw it too, right? You saw it too... I killed the man, right?"

The man shook his head and sneered, he didn't want to listen any more. He was most annoyed by these so-called "literati", who were more ruthless than each other, but they erected the moral archway afterwards, and each one became less courageous.

Behind him, Wu Daozi cursed, took the wall dust that he didn't know when he had prepared, and mercilessly splashed it on the painting. Then, tremblingly, he took out the pen from the silent young painter...

"Go to hell for me...!"

Outside the temple, it rained heavily at some point, but the literary energy above the sky was still hovering in the shape of a dragon. It was not annihilated because of the destruction of the paintings. On the contrary... it seemed to be getting stronger and stronger!

The man sat on the threshold of the door, looking at the chaotic thunderclouds in the sky boredly, for an unknown amount of time, he became a little crazy.

Until... There was another sound in the hall.

He turned his head and saw Wu Daozi slowly walking out of hell... that's right, it was hell.

"Money, it's still the same." The old man returned to his original appearance, completely gone from his madness a few hours ago, "The next people, please continue to deal with it."

After all, the old man seemed to have been sucked out of all his strength, and he staggered out, and the body disappeared without knowing when, leaving only...

"Hell in Disguise" behind him.