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Using blood as ink, depicting Danqing, taking the scroll as the node, traveling through time and space, and coming to the place where the scenery in the painting is presented - this is the "painting world".

Possessing the supernatural power of "painting world", Yun Rong just appeared on Ji Zhan's black awning boat...

Xunzhou in the south of the Yangtze River, beside the Qingyu Lake, hold the hand of the son, and grow old together with the son.

When Xiaorong double tenth, it would be nice for my brother to pick the words for you.Just call it "Xu Zhi", Xu Xu is a gentleman, bright and warm.

Brother, I...maybe not be 20 years old anymore.

Xiao Rong, big brother protects you, and will not let you feel cold in this life.

Brother, we have agreed, don't lie to me.

In the world, there will be no one who treats me better than my elder brother...

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Content tags: commoner life near water towers travel through time and space

Search keywords: Protagonist: Yun Rong, Ji Zhan┃Supporting role: Lord Jing, literati┃Others: Traveling through the painting world, it is my good fortune to meet you

Chapter [-] first meeting

In the scorching summer, the lotus leaves touching the sky seem to swallow the whole Qingyu Lake, crowded together.Looking around, through the patchwork of high and low lotus flowers, it is not until the center of the lake that there is a piece of water as moist as sapphire blocks.

It's almost the end of the day now, but the heat of the sun still clings to it and refuses to fade away.The boatmen who often come and go in the lake have a break from their chant, and the fisherman who likes to hum the most ditties on weekdays is also listlessly throwing unripe lotus seeds. On the surface of the water, a piece of white spray was lifted, causing a lot of scolding.

A small boat with a black awning was floating on the water in the center of the lake. On the prow lay a young man in white clothes. His black hair was not restrained in any way, and it was scattered on his handsome face. He was naked. A pair of feet and shoes kicked one by one at the stern of the boat.After a while, he raised his hand to block the light that pierced his star pupils when he woke up from a nap.The sun that had already set in the west happened to cast a shadow through the thatched shed on the boat. Under this rare shade, Ji Zhan sat up lazily with his arms propped up, looking at the fishing rod that hadn't even hooked up a grass , "Tsk".

After living for more than 20 years, the problem of bitter summer is still with him. In order to live more comfortably, he had to hang around on the Qingyu Lake to relieve the heat. Yawning, put away the empty fishing rod, and prepare to go home by punting.

But at this moment, an incredible thing happened.

At first Ji Zhan thought it was his eyesight. After all, he had seen too much of the turbulent water waves on the lake, and it was common for him to see something wrong. But first, a blurry shadow appeared on the bow of his boat, and then, this Dao phantom slowly appeared like a mist condensed into water droplets.

At this time, Ji Zhan still felt that his eyes were dazzled, or he was confused after being exposed to the sun for two hours. Gradually, when he saw clearly that this phantom looked like a boy, he boldly frowned. Frowning, sticking out a finger.

Enough is enough.

Not even a ripple, just a shadow, nothing else.

However, the appearance of the young man in this phantom became more and more clear, green cloth shoes, white cotton socks on the ankles, and looking up, he was wearing a moon-white gown, and his slender fingers hooked a yellowish-brown bundle.Ji Zhan followed the young man's tall and straight body and looked up again - at this time, the young man had fully shown his figure, and his body seemed to be solidified. Ji Zhan stretched out his hand again and felt the hem of his clothes. The rough feel of the cloth.

And, the temperature of contamination.

This boy, really, really.

Ji Zhan raised his head, looked at the young man's fair and delicate neck and his childish but inexplicably smart face, at the corners of the young man's mouth that did not curl up but was inexplicably amiable, and at the young man's dark eyes reflecting his own white clothes.

He was stunned for a few moments, feeling extremely unbelievable—as if everything in the world had been frozen, and there was only one question circling in his mind.

"This brother...oh, no, this little brother," he asked looking at this tender face, "how did you...um...jump onto the bow of the boat below?"

That evening, the number of people returning from Xijiang Xiaozhu by Qingyu Lake became two.

Speaking of Ji Zhan, his name is the most resounding in the entire Dalin Dynasty, especially in this Jiangnan boundary, when it comes to talents, Ji Zhan is also called the top one.He was famous for his talent when he was young, and he took part in the scientific examination when he was sixteen. No. [-] is about to fall on his head.

After three years of filial piety for his father, Ji Zhan did not participate in the scientific research again as others thought. Instead, he built a villa by the Qingyu Lake in Xunzhou, Jiangnan, and started working as an idler in an open and honest manner.

It's not that he's really idle and doesn't do anything, Ji Zhan has two specialties besides the colorful and pertinent articles he writes.One is that the characters are written very well, and the other is that the seal is very well engraved.

Ji Zhan's character is hard to find in the folk. He was originally the youngest son of a rich family. His parents love him and his brother is kind, so his expenses are definitely not short of him.It is said that only a poor literati sells calligraphy. His calligraphy is written for fun by himself. He either forwards it to relatives, or helps a friend inscribe something, or even eats delicacies in a small mountain shop, all on a whim. Write something like "customers come like clouds".

And his other considerable talent is Jinshi Engraving.This can be regarded as a friend of his who accidentally added something interesting about engraving, but Ji Zhan didn't expect Ji Zhan to plunge into it. It really gave him a trick.Now it is not only the characters inscribed by Ji Zhan, but also the seal engraved by him himself, it will be really rare.

But at this moment, Ji Zhan, Ji Xijiang, and Ji Dacai looked at the wolf-eating little guy in front of them and scratched their heads in trouble.

This little guy said his name is Yun Rong, which is an interesting name, but he is unwilling to explain his inexplicable origin to Ji Zhan, let alone watching him stuffing things into his mouth in a hurry, his cheeks twitched. Puffy like a squirrel, Ji Zhan poured a cup of tea, tried it with the back of his hand, it was not hot, and handed it to Yun Rong who was still eating with chopsticks.

"Eat slowly, it's all yours, don't choke." He couldn't help patting the boy's back worriedly, feeling that he would cough in the next moment.

"Hmm..." Yun Rong managed to swallow the food in his mouth with tea, and grinned with a big smile, "Young Master Ji is so kind."

Tsk, really red lips and white teeth.This idea inexplicably appeared in Ji Zhan's mind, and he immediately suppressed it.

When Yun Rong was full of wine and food, Ji Zhan had no choice but to "interrogate" this young man who somehow appeared on the bow of his boat. After all, the way he appeared was too curious. He has heard of it a lot, and there are many records in the book, but he has always only listened to it as a casual story. Who would have thought that he would see a real one today.

"Master Ji..." Yun Rong just started, when Ji Zhan interrupted him.

"Well, you should still call me 'Brother Ji'. I will be twenty-three next year, so I should be a few years older than you, my little brother." For some reason, Ji Zhan privately didn't want Yun Rong to call him so distantly.

"Okay, Brother Ji." The smile on Yun Rong's face suddenly became brighter, and his big watery eyes narrowed, forming two arcs of laughter.

"Brother Ji, actually, this is how I came here." Yun Rong first stared at Ji Zhan for a long time, then sighed a little, and then began to pick out the content and talk about himself thing.

The story begins when he worshiped a painter as his master when he was eight years old.

Yun Rong, strictly speaking, is not from this world.At first, he was just the son of an ordinary peasant family, with a house and a field in his family, and his life was pretty good.It's a pity that a nest of strong men fell on the hill two miles east of his village. It was half a day late when the imperial court sent troops to encircle and suppress. Xiao Yunrong in the kang cave.

It was a blessing in misfortune, the general who led the army rushed to save the people in this village, and he felt a little guilty in his heart, and Xiao Yunrong, who was five years old at that time, could be regarded as an early talent , Holding a pen in the general's tent, he drew a rough image of the bandit leader. The general happened to have a friend who could be regarded as a master of Danqing, and he was worried about a servant boy who didn't have aura. Melted back to Beijing.

Immediately afterwards, Yun Rong stayed with his master to be a painting boy.

Yun Rong's talent really cannot be hidden. Within two years, his master inspected his character and character, officially accepted him as a disciple, and passed on the mantle.Since then, for more than ten years, he followed his master to learn the method of Danqing, until he was 18 years old when Master Hua said that he was a teacher.

It was not until then that Yun Rong knew his master's secret, which later became his secret.

Master's paintings, in his opinion, have psychic powers.The vivid objects in the painting can be taken out of the painting and become real. Yun Rong has seen the master perform such a secret technique once or twice, but he doesn't know how to do it.One day, Master called him to the studio and asked him to take off his shirt.

Then, the master bit off his own index finger, and drew a winding and complex spell on his back.