After the subjugation of the country, I became pregnant with the cub of Emperor Qiu

The unintentional brush and ink on the painting silk is no longer a smudge that stains the painting silk, but gradually smudges and spreads in Yi Ci's eyes, and finally forms a stubborn mountain standing there.

There are green trees on the high mountain, rugged paths, clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, and a Taoist temple in the mist; the scenery at the foot of the mountain is no longer empty, a small river flows lingeringly through the stubborn mountain, softening it with gentleness.

Where there is water, there is smoke.

Two little Taoist boys came to the foot of the mountain to fetch water with empty wooden barrels. The little Taoist in front turned around and said something to the little Taoist behind. In the mountains...

Where there are people, there are birds and beasts.

An eagle soars in the mountains, circling among the mountains, its sharp sight sweeps across the trail boy at the foot of the mountain, and quickly passes by, searching for prey again; at the foot of the mountain, a wild bee dances around the blooming flowers, it is caught The two little Taoist boys were disturbed and flew away from the flowers for a short time, and flew back again after seeing the little Taoist boy leaving...

This world seems to come alive, full of natural interest.

Yici reflects the "God" of all things in this world in my heart.

He used water to smudge the ink on the silk, and changed to a harder stone badger pen to outline.When he was writing, he had a strange feeling in his heart. It was not like he was painting a picture he had never seen before, but more like the landscape that existed in nothingness urgently needed to be revealed, controlling his With both hands, let him engrave these "gods" in the painting.

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Monk Juyuan hadn't been like this for many years. His emotions were rarely intense, and his old heart was beating powerfully, just like a rushing river desperately trying to rush out of its narrow channel.

This feeling reminded him of the competition back then.At that time, he shocked the world with one painting, and he has become famous in the world since then. The painting he painted was called "the first painting of mountains and rivers" by the world.

Today's Juyuan actually has the same strong feeling back then.

It is a strong desire to win and lose, he wants to fight, he wants to win, no one can beat him in landscape painting!

This desire is so strong that Ju Yuan's hands are even trembling slightly.He thought of Tian Qing, Shi Zhong, and the opponent he had defeated all the way... This trembling feeling fascinated him, as if fresh flowers bloomed on an old withered tree, and he seemed to be younger.

He wants to use this victory to spread his reputation throughout the world again!

For this victory, Juyuan prepared a lot.He studied Yi Ci's landscape paintings for three full days. During these three days, he was thinking about Yi Ci's paintings while eating and sleeping, and finally made him understand the essence of Yi Ci's ink paintings.

Now, he can also use the techniques of Yici ink painting and integrate it into his paintings, so that his paintings have the charm of ink painting.He can even use it more proficiently and sophisticatedly than Yici.

Ju Yuan restrained his boiling emotions, the light in his eyes was so hot that it could burn a hole in the painting silk.

He quickly entered the state, swaying the painting silk that he had already engraved in his heart with the brushwork that he had honed for decades.

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Three hours soon arrived.

At the same time, the paintings of Yi Ci and Ju Yuan were respectfully lifted out of the room by the boy, and sent to the judging place.

Yi Ci walked out of the room, and when he came out, he ran into Monk Juyuan who also walked out.His gaze passed over the Juyuan monk indifferently, and he went to the place of judgment under the leadership of the boy.

Monk Juyuan stared at Yi Ci's back, and when he regained his youthful state, he no longer had a kind and kind face, and a competitive edge flashed in his eyes.Juyuan smiled in his heart, young people are too rebellious, it is always good to suffer a little.

He was looking forward to seeing Wan Bei Xianren's expression when he learned that he had lost.

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The two scrolls unfolded at the same time.

Everyone in the painting circle who had been waiting for a long time gathered around again.

They are most concerned about the paintings of monk Juyuan.As monk Juyuan's peers, they have seen the most glorious moment of monk Juyuan.At that time, monk Juyuan shocked the world with one painting by virtue of his super high comprehension and attainment of landscape painting.

Since then, monk Juyuan's landscape paintings have been praised by the world as "the number one landscape painting".

It wasn't until the appearance of Wan Bei Xian Ren that this situation was finally broken.

In the past ten years, Juyuan monks have lived in seclusion in the mountains, and no paintings have been published.Everyone wants to know how the paintings of Monk Juyuan will change in the past ten years.

Is it because of the aging of the years, like the old man Shi Zhong, he is not as good as his prime?Or is it better than before because of ten years of tempering?

Monk Juyuan's paintings were surrounded by people. In contrast, Yi Ci's paintings looked a bit deserted, only a few two people stopped to watch intently.

On the table case, Juyuan’s landscape painting lies quietly on the table case, but the vast mountains and clouds seem to rush out of the painting. The vigorous and vigorous brushwork makes the scalp numb and the whole body tremble.Even better, there are not only dangerous peaks in the painting, but also a quiet forest at the foot of the mountain.The gentle mist surrounds Jinglin, where an ancient temple is located. The mottled walls bear the traces of time, as if it has lasted for thousands of years, sharing the rising sun, moonset, and changing clouds and mists with this unchanging peak...

The scenery and artistic conception reached a perfect unity at this time.

Everyone seemed to be drawn into the impenetrable ancient temple by Juyuan's paintings, sitting and watching the changes in the world, deeply moved.

Juyuan is still the same Juyuan, even though no paintings have been published for ten years, the writing has always shocked the world.

Someone said with emotion: "This painting is even better than the No. [-] painting in the world when Juyuan was in his prime!"

Some even hesitated: "Is this still worth comparing?"

In their view, Juyuan's painting has reached perfection in the divine form, and it is impossible for another painting to surpass this state.After seeing Juyuan's paintings, no one believed that Wanbeixianren would win.They also know the strength of Wanbeixianren, but Wanbeixianren has been behind Juyuan for decades, and it is impossible for him to catch up.

But in the spirit of fairness in the competition, they still came to Wan Bei Xian Ren's painting.

The two people who had surrounded Wan Bei Xianren's painting before were still stopping, their expressions were infatuated, as if they were in a fantasy world, and they were unwilling to leave for a long time.

Seeing the expressions of these two people, some people feel a little contemptuous in their hearts, thinking that these people have never seen Juyuan's paintings.But when they recognized who the two were, they were immediately surprised.

Both of them were in their seventies, one had snow-white hair neatly combed behind his head, his face was glowing red, and his eyes were hale and hearty; Very serious.

One of these two founded a painting academy. The well-deserved painter Sheng Jidai, whose reputation and painters are not inferior to monk Juyuan, is deeply respected by everyone.The other person is Wu Shengyou, a master of landscape painting who insists on traveling all his life and honing his painting skills. He can be called the patriarch of landscape painting. Although his name is not as well-known as Juyuan, no one in the painting circle knows him. His attainment is only higher than that of Juyuan.

At this moment, everyone immediately put away the contempt in their hearts, and gathered in front of Wan Beixian's painting one after another.

Even Huashengjidai and Wu Shengyou, the founder of landscape painting, admired Wan Beixianren's paintings so much. Maybe this painting could really be compared with Juyuan's paintings.

However, when they saw Wan Beixian's paintings, they were immediately ashamed of their contemptuous thoughts.

Alive!

This was the first thought that popped into their minds when they saw Wan Beixian's paintings.The painting seemed to move in their eyes.

The small river washes against the foot of the mountain and makes a clear sound of water flow. The high mountain stands silently and stubbornly, ignoring the naughty water flow. The flowers and plants on the river bank are gently swaying with the warm wind, and two bees fly over to a flower.Suddenly, two little road boys in the mountain were laughing and playing, and ran down the rugged stone road in the mountain.They have lived in the mountains since they were young, and they are very familiar with everything in the mountains. The crooked path is not an obstacle for them at all.

The bee was disturbed, reluctantly left the flower, and circled around the flower.The little shepherd boy quickly filled the bucket and returned to the mountain carrying the bucket.The sharp eyes of the eagle in the mountain clouds and mist passed over the little boy, and continued to search for its prey.

On the high mountain, a small Taoist temple is located on the top of the mountain, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and sit and watch the clouds and mists rolling...

The warmth at the foot of the mountain and the coldness at the top of the mountain blend in the painting, so harmonious and wonderful.Every part of the painting, even the tiny flower-like scenery, is full of freshness.Even if it is a small stroke, it seems that there is a spirit poured into it.

The mountain is still the same mountain, the stream is still the same stream, but because of this touch of "God", everything becomes alive.

This is not a painting, this is a vivid world in the painting!

At this time, even if the paintings of Monk Juyuan are compared together, no one will think that the paintings of Monk Juyuan are better, even if the paintings of Monk Juyuan have almost reached the highest level of form and spirit.

At this time Wu Shengyou finally raised his head from the painting, his eyes were moist, and a stagnant air in his chest seemed to be spit out at this moment. "I have been pursuing such a state all my life, because I have traveled the mountains and rivers and wandered outside for 40 years, but I can only touch its threshold and never get it. I thought that this state was just a conjecture of the old man, and no one in the world can achieve it. , now it seems that the old man's conjecture is not wrong. There are really people who can reach such a state..."

The founder of the painting academy, Ji Dai, was also emotional. He had never experienced such an excited moment in decades. His face became more rosy, and his breathing became more rapid. It seemed that there were no words to express his mood at this time. He clapped his hands and said ten times in succession. A few "good" words.

No one objected.

The fairy "Li Heqing" in the painting, the painting general "Yang Shengming", the father and son "Su Changfeng", Su Tianqian, Cui Daowen, and the old man Songshi have already been distracted by the paintings of Wan Bei Xianren at this time, and have no time to care about everything outside.

Soon, the results came out.

The Juyuan monk who was waiting in the lobby sat quietly, looking like an ancient well without waves, as if he didn't care about the result of this competition.

And Yu Xiangjie, who was standing behind Monk Juyuan, always had a smile on his mouth, and his eyes were fixed on Yi Ci, as if he had already expected the result of the competition, waiting to see Yi Ci's gaffe when he fell to the bottom.

Yi Ci sat in the hall peacefully, the gauze cap on his head covered Yi Ci's face, making Yi Ci look like a cold jade sculpture.Luo An stood respectfully behind Yi Ci, his face adjusted through makeup, looking like a clumsy and stubborn servant.

After several judges from the painting circle came to the hall, the old man Songshi, who was the owner of Yangxue Pavilion, announced the result of the competition.

Elder Songshi glanced at Monk Juyuan and Yi Ci, and said in a serious tone: "The result of this literary battle is that the idler wins!"

"What?" Yu Xiangjie cried out, his expression fierce, "This is impossible!"

The sound of "click" was the sound of the string of Buddhist beads in the hands of monk Juyuan falling to the ground.Although the Juyuan monk tried his best to restrain himself at this time, his face still twisted slightly uncontrollably.He bent down to pick up the string of beads while trying to adjust his expression.When he raised his head again, Monk Juyuan let out a long breath and said, "I want to see Xiaoyou's paintings."

The old man Songshi raised his eyelids, as he was also a human being, he easily saw through the detached appearance that monk Juyuan put on.Thinking of those things about Monk Juyuan in the painting circle of the Northern School, and seeing the appearance of Monk Juyuan now, the corner of his mouth raised silently: "Of course."

"I'm afraid I don't have this chance!"

The voice came from outside the hall, easily attracting the attention of everyone present.

Old man Shi Zhong's son Shi Mingzhi walked into the hall, and immediately saw Monk Juyuan and Yu Xiangjie with stiff expressions on their faces.Behind Shi Mingzhi were several soldiers and guards.

Shi Mingzhi's loyal Chinese face was full of anger and hatred, and he said bitterly: "My father treats you as senior brothers and senior nephews, and you have done some stupid things that are worse than pigs and dogs!"

Monk Juyuan shrank his pupils and said reluctantly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Yu Xiangjie's back was tense, and cold sweat rolled down his back and forehead. He suppressed the panic in his eyes, and forced himself to calm down: "Is there some misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding?" The anger in Shi Mingzhi's eyes almost ignited, he raised his hand without talking nonsense, "Arrest these two!"

Old Man Songshi frowned.

After all, Yangxue Pavilion was his place. Shi Mingzhi rushed in with his soldiers and guards to arrest people. He couldn't just sit idly by, he had to have an explanation.So old man Songshi said: "Nephew, what happened?"

No matter how much Shi Mingzhi was angry, he couldn't express it to this old man who was a close friend with his father.He knew that he needed to give old man Songshi an explanation for taking people away here, so he said angrily and unfairly: "The matter must start from the book written by my father. Since Yu Xiangjie lost the battle with Wan Beixian Renwen, several times The first time I came to ask for a book, my father still refused to agree, so Yu Xiangjie had to leave. Unexpectedly, after this, he brought his master, monk Juyuan, to Qindu..."

"Monk Juyuan tricked my father out of the city on the pretext that he was going to pay homage to my mother. He tried to coerce my father to hand over the book. My father almost died in their hands! Fortunately, my father was rescued. Next, but my father became seriously ill as soon as he went back, and he was about to die..."

"what?"

Everyone was shocked, and didn't dare to think about the truth of this matter for a while.A person with the status of monk Juyuan would kill someone for a book?

The panic on Yu Xiangjie's face was almost full, he stopped and said: "Don't make false statements and wrong me and my master, what is the evidence? Does it depend on what you say for the truth of the matter!"

The muscles on Monk Juyuan's face kept shaking, and he could hardly hold the beads in his hand. With dry lips, he smiled wryly at Shi Mingzhi: "Nephew, have you believed other people's lies..."

Shi Mingzhi interrupted him.

He took out the token of the government's arrest from his pocket, stared at Monk Juyuan and Yu Xiangjie and said: "The government's order has come down, and the witnesses and material evidence are all there. If you have anything to say, go and tell the government yourself!"

With the token, the old man Songshi didn't stop him anymore, and let the guards lead Monk Juyuan and Yu Xiangjie out of Yangxue Pavilion.

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, it was hard to believe what they saw today.

Ji Dai, the founder of the painting academy, said: "The group of dragons has no leader, and the painting world of the Northern School is afraid to be shaken..."

Seeing this scene, Wu Shengyou just snorted coldly: "It's time for the Northern School of Painting to be purged, what has become of the miasma!"

Everyone, you said what I said.

Yi Ci took advantage of this time to say goodbye to everyone and left Yangxue Pavilion.

After leaving Yangxue Pavilion, Yi Ci rode a carriage to avoid the crowded streets, and walked towards a sparsely populated place, so that Luo An could take him back to the palace.

Although the capital of Qin is prosperous, it is not everywhere.It has only been one year since the unification of the Qin State, and the capital has not been moved, but still settled in the old capital, so there are still poor old Qin people living in the city.

Yi Ci walked in a hurry, he was worried about the affairs in the palace, and unknowingly walked to a cold street.

There were few people on the street, but the voices of storytellers and children came from the teahouse ahead.The storyteller is telling a fairy tale in the storybook, Hou Yi shoots the sun.Yi Ci's footsteps paused slightly, and he chose to move forward as he was supposed to avoid the crowd.

On the teahouse, a young storyteller in blue clothes is holding a storybook and telling the story in the storybook.Several children surrounded him with bright eyes, eagerly waiting for the storyteller to tell the rest of the story.

While listening to the story told by the storyteller, the children asked strange questions.

"Why don't we have nine suns?"

"Will our sun also turn into a bird? When it gets dark, the bird will go to sleep, right?"

"Is this how the word '日' is written?"

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The storyteller smiled and patiently answered the children's questions.

Yi Ci was moved when he saw this scene.

Inexplicably, Gu Zheng's appearance appeared in his mind, that cold face was constantly changing softly in his imagination, and finally turned into a young and immature face that hated everything.

Gu Zheng once said that the reason why he couldn't write was that an orphan who lived like a beggar couldn't get his husband's teaching, not to mention writing, even literacy became a problem.

There are not many children like Gu Zheng. Most of them will help their families with farm work and housework after they grow up a little. Literacy and writing have become a very distant thing for them.

Yi Ci suddenly had an impulse in his heart, if only he could teach these children how to read through the script.

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Gu Zheng was upset.

Qin's frontiers are not stable recently, but this is not the reason for Gu Zheng's upset.The few nomads on the border are just a few innocuous fleas, which will be wiped out one day when they are in a bad mood.What really made Gu Zheng impetuous was the state of Qin this year.

Since the end of the year, Qin seems to have entered a disaster year, with plagues in the west, droughts in the north, and floods in the south.The normal sowing season of the people has been disrupted, and it can be predicted that there will be a scene of no harvest during the autumn harvest.

The people were originally dissatisfied with Gu Zheng's forced recruitment of people to build the canal, and now there are disasters everywhere, and there are rumors among the people that Gu Zheng's anger caused the dissatisfaction of the heavens, which caused the disaster.This kind of speech is so rampant that there are even rebellions in several places under the slogan of "for the Communist Party of China".

The state of Qin this year is like a lion covered with worms. Although it is not fatal, it is difficult everywhere.

These problems cannot be solved in a short while, Gu Zheng has made arrangements for these matters in the past few days, and finally managed to take a short break from government affairs.

The nerves that had been tense for days were relaxed, and all the pent-up fatigue surged up.When people are deeply exhausted, they will always think of the most relaxing place deep in their hearts.

Gu Zheng thought of Yi Ci in this way.

It was rare that he didn't have to review the memorial until late at night, so Gu Zheng rode the imperial chariot to Yi Ci's bedroom.

Gu Zheng walked into Yi Ci's bedroom, but he didn't see Yi Ci coming to greet him, instead he saw the palace lady who was taller than ordinary women following Yi Ci.The palace lady lowered her head and followed behind the eldest palace lady Lan.

Gu Zheng frowned and asked, "Where's Yi Ci?"

Qiu Liang felt a chill run up his spine, not knowing how to answer.

Today is the day for Yici to fight with monk Juyuan, and Yici has not returned yet!

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