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Chapter 56 Smelling the reeds, people know the ruler

Jiongye Mountain, which is not in Yangcheng, is still windy and sandy.However, in the small world of the beard, it is already full of a warm room.

Thanks to Cai Li.

Previously, in the small world of the beard, the boxes and cabinets fell to the ground, and the scrolls, picture scrolls... and sand were buried together.The beard is left alone, and the long Jing is also left to him.The two of them looked like a hand-luck shopkeeper, and these houses didn't look like the houses they lived in, but rather belonged to someone else.Those precious picture scrolls, painting saints should not be taken seriously, and long thorns should not be taken seriously.

Instead, this room looks like Cai Li's. He works hard without complaining, and is busy going in and out.It's sweeping and sand removal again. It's a lot of fun, but it seems that you can find some fun and taste in it.

Cai Li first sealed up some sand and dust-proof tents in the outer courtyard. He climbed up on the raft in the wind and sand, carefully sealed the corners of the eaves, and sealed the lower end of the tent to the ground. After everything was sorted out, he left. into the house.

Cooking Beard and Changjing watched Cai Li lift the shelves one by one and straighten them.

When the shelves were all sorted out, Cai Li picked up the painting tubes again, and sorted them out one by one to restore them to their standard.

I wiped the side with a fine cloth inside and out, and the room was as clean as new.There is a tent outside the house to block the wind, and the small world will no longer have to be troubled by sand and dust.In the midst of natural disasters, one room is quiet.

The beard looked at it and said, "Look at Changjing, Cai Li is very strict. These pictures are in exactly the same position as before, and the lines are not bad. It's a bit more appropriate than before."

Chang Jing stretched his waist and said, "Cai Li has a set rule in his heart. Even if these scrolls are poured a thousand times or ten thousand times, he will still pick them up and put them away. It's not unusual, not unusual."

"What you said is true, Cai Li is the ruler of these picturesque walks." There was light in the beard's eyes, and he was glad that he brought back a treasure.

Cai Li was making final adjustments between the shelves. The discussion between the two behind him drifted into his ears. After listening to it subconsciously for a while, he suddenly realized it.His eyes lit up, as if he had opened up.

He put down the picture scroll in his hand and lightly rubbed the cloth bag on the picture scroll, as if to say a final wave of goodbye to the resolution in his heart.

Suddenly he put aside the scroll, his hand dropped, and the space was empty.He turned around and walked to the front of the beard, fell to his knees on the ground, bowed down, buried his body, and gave a deep kowtow to the beard and Cai Li.

It was probably half a cup of tea, and the whole room was silent.

The beard coughed twice, wanting to say something, some understand him, some don't.After all, nothing was said.

Chang Jing speaks less and is lazy.Seeing him kneeling this way, he didn't bother thinking about words, just waiting for a good show.Lying on the couch with his head back, he circled the half-reed pole in his hand.

Cai Li lay on the ground for a while, then got up and raised his head. When he raised his head, he suddenly realized that on the reed mat he had just kowtowed, he had woven a poem out of fine reeds:

The water grass is green and the wild water is bright, and the boat is full of cormorants.

The cormorant was about to dive into the water, but waited for the fisherman to speak.

There was a sound of fish dispersing in the bow of the boat, and the waves were chaotic.

There is a male who meets a big fish and swallows half of it and more than half.

Next to this poem, there is also a fisherman who is rowing a boat with some poles on the boat, and a few ospreys parked on the poles. The demeanor of the fish is vividly described.

Under the form, there are also reflections of fishing boats, ospreys, and fishermen, and even people can feel the tranquil water surface holding the boats.

When it comes to painting water, it is difficult and difficult. It should not be too figurative. If it is real, it will lose the character of water, and its interest will be lost; , it’s better not to draw, it’s really a coincidence that it’s good to hold it well, and to have some degree of relaxation.

Before, I always felt that there was no one able to paint the water with the beard and the holy cook. The water was calm, turbulent, distant, and secluded... Now, I see something more vivid than the water painted by Mr. Cook. However, this is not a painting on a scroll, but on a reed mat.Is such a vulgar thing even possible?so?

My heart seemed to be touched by something, and there was a ripple of spiritual light on the water that calmed my heart.In an instant, Cai Li seemed to see through everything, or in other words, he really opened his eyes.All kinds of things before, such as yesterday's death.Now calendar, such as today's birth.

Until this time, Cai Li remembered one person: Chang Jing.The book boy of Mr. Cook's Beard.Cai Li only weighed his weight again today.

Only then did Cai Li realize that the whole room was full of reed paintings, reed mats, fence curtains, reed ceilings, standing curtains, thread curtains...he said, "I see, no wonder I always feel that, How come there is a smell of reeds that only grows at the foot of Jiongye Mountain and next to Jiongye Lake.Self-evident now.

Cai Li has been in this small world for so long, and it seems that she has just opened her eyes to see these things that have always existed.Unconsciously, time has passed, wasted a long time.

It's no wonder that he always sees the long thorns and half the reeds not leaving his hands. It was strange before. How could anyone have this hobby?Now I understand: these things are what Chang Jing does on weekdays.Unremarkable, but has long been detached.

No wonder he was always sleepy and lazy, always staying in his own room and not coming out on weekdays.It turned out that Muffled made these reed fabrics.

If an ordinary person did any of these, he would have exhausted his life's skill. Chang Jing alone completed the immortal and outstanding items in this room... It is not in vain for him to stare and stare to death. It's all about resting the body and mind and balancing the spirit.

On closer inspection, this is really no ordinary fabric.Not only are they both physical and spiritual, some of them are even above the power of painting saints!These two—Cuibeard and Changjing, I don’t know who their master is.

how to say?Cai Li was in awe of everything in the small world, and even these reed objects were regarded as sacred objects by Cai Li since then.

This is really different from Wanjuan Pavilion.For some reason, the "ruler" in Cai Li's heart was bent and shattered all of a sudden.

On the back mountain of Jiongye Lake, there is a palace, which was built by the Great Salt Emperor Hua Han for the purpose of water enclosure, but it is now abandoned.After the owner of Buyang City was replaced by Duixi, no one cared there.

The few old people who lived there who were sweeping the door were all familiar with the beard.The days of wind and sand have made the bright and clear scene there become chaotic.

Since it was not far away, there was nothing to do in the small world, and the beard said that with Cai Li, he intended to let him go for some cleaning and help.

When Cai Li heard this, she happily went.

Chapter 56 Smelling reeds, people know the ruler is broken

(End of this chapter)