The Legend of Shushan Xuanjian

Chapter 450 Gongsun Xiaojiao
You can't listen to the cold rain at the quiet window.

There are people in the world who are obsessed with me, but Xiaoqing is the only one who is sad.

——"Untitled" Feng Xiaoqing (Ming Dynasty)

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With a flick of a finger, several years in a hurry.The past is so clear, as if it just happened yesterday.

How happy I was at that time, especially when I was ordered to sketch on the Jialing River.

In the most beautiful season of spring and flowers blooming, Xiaojiao and I took a bamboo raft in the river to travel the landscape of Jialing River.Looking far away, you will remember the beautiful scenery of clear mountains and beautiful waters, hills and valleys in your heart.

After returning to Chang'an, I concentrated on swiping the brush, and it was completed in one day, and the beautiful scenery of the Jialing River for three hundred miles was vividly written on the paper.Even the imperial concubine praised this painting, which aroused her homesickness.

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It took Wu Daozi a long time to come out of his memory. He said to the three people: "Whenever I exhausted my thoughts on painting, Xiaojiao showed me the superb swordsmanship over and over again, guiding me from the sword to the painting, and from the painting to the Tao. From then on, I used my brush like Sword dancing, splashing ink like a sword flower, sweeping with a brush, like a whirlwind, all done in one go.

Xiaojiao taught me that Zeng Qing and Piyu add luster to the painting, as long as the alchemy raw materials Zeng Qing and bookworm produced in Weizhou and EZ are crushed and mixed into the paint, the Bodhisattva outlined is like a real person, with bright and shining eyes .

I used this method to paint the statues of Manjushri, Samantabhadra and the conquest of demons and dragons in the Temple of Mercy.The two Bodhisattvas are painted with eyes that can move with the viewer's movement, and they are eager to speak. The dragon's whiskers are as vigorous as iron, its horns are like halberds, and its scales are like armor.These paintings shocked the painting world and made me famous in Chang'an.

In the end, Xiaojiao violated his oath and passed on the secret of the teacher's sect - illusion.After I finished my studies, I used this technique to paint, and painted five huge chilongs on the Datong Hall. These five chilongs, glittering with golden light, stretched their teeth and danced their claws, coiled around the thick beams and pillars in the center of the hall.

His Majesty was overjoyed, and praised: "Daozi draws dragons, and the armor flies. Whenever there is heavy rain, clouds and mist will be formed. They are so vivid that they seem to burst out of the pillar!"

It can be said that if there is no Xiaojiao, I will only be a master of Danqing, and I will not be able to become a generation of painting masters.

It's a pity that glass is fragile and love is easy to thin.We still came to the end of the fork in the road. "

"Since you love each other so much, why did you separate?" Princess Qingluan was puzzled.

Wu Daozi sighed: "Our encounter was destined to be fruitless from the very beginning. Although I come from a poor family, my family background is clean, and my family does not allow me to marry a dancer from the teaching workshop as my wife.

Xiao Jiao knew this from the beginning.

She said to me, 'I know I'm not good enough for you, you only like me because I'm pretty, once my appearance fades, you'll abandon me. '

Xiaojiao never asked me to marry her, but only hoped that the two of them could stay together for a few more years.

We naively think that as long as we don't think about it, all these are not troubles, or we prefer to let time anesthetize ourselves.

However, staying together without a marriage commitment is like a journey without an end. The longer the time, the more depressed each other feels, until they are overwhelmed and have to say goodbye.

Zen Master Guangxiao, the abbot of Zhao Jinggong Temple, was an old acquaintance of mine in Luoyang. The day when he asked me to paint the wall "Hell Change" was the time when Xiaojiao and I were about to part ways.

During that period of time, I was in a terrible mood. I was depressed and had no one to tell, and I was irritable and irritable.Sitting in front of the east wall, the pen is like a dead branch, with no inspiration.

Seeing that the agreed delivery date is approaching, the mural has not yet been completed.In order not to lose the trust of the pilgrims, the abbot, Zen Master Guangxiao, ignored my feelings and privately invited Huangfuzhen to write another "Hell Change" on the west wall of the temple.

This Huangfu Zhen of unknown origin is my formidable enemy.He is young, handsome, talented, rising like a comet, and even my benefactor, King Ning, wants to recruit him.

The whole Chang'an is saying that he will soon replace me as the number one painter in Chang'an.

I didn't think so at first, until I saw Huangfu Zhen's "Picture of Ghosts and Gods" on the south wall of Jingyu Temple in Xuanyangfang and "Pure Land Transformation" in Pingkangfang Bodhi Temple, I had to admit that my time has passed.

The day before the Obon Festival was Xiaojiao's last day in Chang'an.She and I made an appointment to meet at Dongshi Restaurant.After the meeting, she tested for the last time to see if it was possible to save the relationship.

At that time, I was completely silent, my heart was ashamed, I was drunk, and I said a lot of hurtful things.

Xiao Jiao just sat in front of me blankly, without arguing a word, just twisting his handkerchief and weeping silently.

Just as I got up and brushed off my clothes to leave, Xiao Jiao suddenly wiped away tears. She pointed to a scribe on the long street and said, "Sanlang, let me help you one last time before I leave."

After finishing speaking, she left the wine shop, bypassing the crowd, Sipa covered her face, and flew down from the eaves of the attic on the other side.He drew out the long sword in his hand and stabbed the scribe on the long street to death.Then, jump through the house and escape into the distance.Since then, there has been no more news.

When I arrived at the scene, the scribe was lying in a pool of blood, not dead yet, with his hands covering his throat, blood gushing out like a fountain.

In the crowd of onlookers, he recognized me, and stared at me with wide eyes, unwilling to die.

This person is my sworn enemy——Huangfu Zhen.

From then on, no one can shake my position in the painting circle of the Tang Dynasty, and I have no lovers or enemies..."

After a long pause, Wu Daozi looked at Bai Fu and said: "This little brother is a person who knows how to paint, and he said it very well. People who have never been to hell can't paint such murals."

After talking about the past, Wu Daozi seemed to have aged a few years.

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"Then how do you know we are here to find Gongsun Jiao?" Fang Shuliu returned to the original question.

"Because she returned to Chang'an, but she is no longer a human being, but a deadly ghost!" Wu Daozi looked at the mural on the wall and smiled miserably.

"Where is she now?" Fang Shuguang asked.

"She's right behind you!"

The three of them were shocked, and turned their heads quickly, only to see a woman in red standing in front of the mural "Hell Change", covered with a layer of tulle from head to toe, as if floating down from the painting, her whole body was transparent. With a gloomy and cold air.

The three were startled.

Before the three of them could react, Gongsun Jiao's sword flashed, and a sword thrust out, piercing Fang Shuliu's throat.

Fang Shuliu was about to dodge when he suddenly found that his legs and feet were limp and he couldn't control him.

Fang Shuliu suddenly realized that the mural "Hell Change" itself is a very clever illusion, and if you stare at it for a long time, you will be easily bewitched by the illusion.

Bai Fu's situation is slightly better than Fang Shuliu's. He moved quickly, stepped on the sky pillar and swayed, slid sideways to get close to him, flipped his right hand, and grabbed Gongsun Jiao's wrist.

Gongsun Jiao circled the cloud with his left hand, and a piece of red cloud brocade, like a wandering dragon, wrapped around Bai Fu's arm.

Gongsun Jiao tugged, like a long tassel in his hand, binding the Canglong.

Bai Fu held the air in one arm, turned around alone, like a wild goose, circling around, and came behind Gongsun Jiao.

Gongsun Jiao's body was soft, he leaned back, and stabbed Bai Fu's ankle with one sword.The movements are done in one go, like the wind blowing on the water lilies, which is truly graceful.

Putting his right arm on the ground, Bai Fu kicked three times in a row, sweeping towards Gongsun Jiao's head.The momentum is like a mother of lightning in the sky, and there is a thunderbolt sound from one leg.

Gongsun Jiao didn't dare to take it head-on, and shot Chixia Yunjin with his left hand towards the beam of the house. Changhong rolled up, and with a move of Canglong Blow the Waves, he avoided the attack and swung into the air.

Before Baifu launched the second attack, Gongsun Jiao waved his right hand, and three arrows shot at Baifu's chest.

Bai Fu turned upside down, with his head down and his feet up, Wu Xiang kicked out with his legs towards the three arrows.The arrow shattered in an instant, turning into an ice mist, and the surrounding air cooled down rapidly.

Fang Shuliu roared: "Be careful with the illusion, this is the Ice Soul Ghost Arrow!"

Bai Fu secretly thought it was not good, he had already fallen into the ice formation.

In the battle with Gao Lishi that year, Gao Lishi broke his finger and took away the dragon ring.When he was comatose and imprisoned, the magic pestle worn around his neck disappeared.

Yang Yichan's betrayal created a hole in Bai Fu's Taoism.Without the Demon Subduing Pestle, Bai Fu would not be invulnerable to all poisons against illusions.

　bibliography

　　"The Sealed History of the Tang Dynasty: The Dead End of the Grand Empire", Wei Fenghua, Modern Publishing House, January 2018

　　
　
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