From the innate gong to traverse the heavens

Chapter 599: Meng Bingyun's Picture Scroll
The Dagan Dynasty had 99 prefectures, [-] prefectures and counties, a population of tens of millions, and was prosperous. As the capital of the country, all the good things in the world naturally gathered in Yujing City, and there were many foreign business groups. There are many people and wealth, and there are many knights in the rivers and lakes, Taoists and ghosts among them, so there are many legends in this place.

A certain scholar met a fox fairy in a certain place, and it was a night of wind and rain.

A certain servant girl in a certain mansion is actually a man, but she was born as a woman, and she pretended to be a woman to avoid misfortune.

But in this legend, there is also a legend about Mr. Street Painter.

"This person is called Xu Lang."

In the tavern, a man in his forties, in luxurious clothes, held a birdcage, and said to the people next to him: "Tian Huan on my street is a Jinshi in the last year of Yi. His father has been dead for three years. Not long ago, because of the book, I got in touch with the person at the painting booth, and I knew that this person only painted dead people, so I asked Xu Lang to paint a picture for his father."

"At that time, Tian Huan wanted to tell his father's appearance, but Xu Lang said it was unnecessary, so he drew a picture, and Tian Huan's father's appearance appeared on the paper. I saw that painting, and it was like telling Tian Huan's father. Resurrected, squished, pressed into the picture scroll, they can no longer be described as lifelike, let me tell you, with that hand, the painting saint is nothing compared to him."

This kind of bragging caused people around him to boo him while drinking and gossiping.

Chen Zimo of the Chen family in Chizhou, after becoming a monk, called himself Qiandaozi, he was a famous painting saint in the Daqian Dynasty, and his scrolls were highly respected by the current emperor, Hong Xuanji, the name of painting saint is undeniable.

Suddenly a person popped up, saying that he was even more powerful than a saint of painting. When people heard this, they just shook their heads, thinking it was a "niche bragging".

"You don't understand."

This luxuriously dressed man didn't argue too much.

In this era, if artists want to stand out and leave a name in history, they mainly need to communicate with those who hold great power in the dynasty, and then his paintings can be promoted and recognized by others. In the eyes of this noble man Xu Lang just hasn't had any social relations with the nobles yet.

Once there is communication, it will surely rise with the wind.

Art booth.

One after another, people in front of Xu Lang's booth heard that Xu Lang only painted for the dead. They felt somewhat unlucky, and then left again. It wasn't until a scholar arrived in front of Xu Lang's booth that Xu Lang put down his scroll and looked up.

"Hong Yi."

Seeing the person in front of him, Xu Lang greeted him with a smile.

This is Hong Yi, the leading actor in the world of Yangshen. At this time, he is quite elegant, but his body is relatively thin. When he saw Xu Lang raised his head, he said in admiration: "I really admire your concentration. In such a cold wind, wearing a Thin, but can remain unmoved and concentrate on reading."

As a scholar, Hong Yi naturally knew how great this was.

"Um……"

Xu Lang lowered his head, tugged at his clothes, and said, "My clothes are made of Huo Huan cloth. They are like charcoal fire, so they are naturally warm."

"..."

Only then did Hong Yi look at Xu Lang's clothes. He had seen things like Huohuanbu in his notebook novels. According to legend, many immortals wore Huohuanbu. It is said that this set of clothes is not afraid of fire. After there are stains, it is not washed with water, but burned in the fire, and then taken out is a brand new piece.

This is only found in legends...

This also made Hong Yi feel that Xu Lang was unusual.

"The scroll is finished."

Xu Lang looked at the scroll in Hong Yi's arms and asked.

As Hong Xuanji's son, Hong Yi should have had a rich life, but the Zhao family suppressed him, and Hong Xuanji ignored him, making it difficult for Hong Yi to live in the mansion. All the books he read had to be borrowed, and he was also borrowing When I was reading books, I had a relationship with Xu Lang, fate.

"The notes copied by Tian Huan really opened my eyes."

Hong Yi handed the scroll to Xu Lang, only then did he see some ink marks on his fingertips, and wiped it on his clothes quietly.

Xu Lang took the book, put it on the booth, looked at Hong Yi, sighed, and said: "If you practice Taoism, and your soul reaches the realm of day travel, you can never forget it, and you don't have to copy it so painfully. "

Taoism?Soul?Day trip?

These three points surprised Hong Yi. He had seen these records in the notebook novels, but it was always difficult for him to get a close look at the forbidden art of the Daqian Dynasty.

"Brother Xu, is there really Taoism in this world?"

Hong Yi asked in surprise.

Xu Lang nodded, and asked back: "If there is no Taoism, why did the Daqian Dynasty ban Taoism?"

After the founding of the Daqian Dynasty, the world's martial arts and Taoism were collected, and the martial arts and Taoism were compiled. After they were published in the world, these books were taken back, marked as banned books, and prohibited from being circulated.

"Then, brother Xu, your painting is actually a kind of Taoism."

Hong Yi's eyes flickered, and many things in the books he read naturally came to mind, and he said in his mouth: "I read in the notebook novels, there is a kind of person who specializes in painting for the dead, but there is a limit, the time for this person to die is no more than 20 days. When I arrived at the grave in [-], I felt something, and then splashed ink, and the picture scroll I made was exactly the same as it was in life. Although I haven't seen the picture you painted for Tian Huan, I think it should be similar."

After reading a lot of books, Hong Yi himself is a small encyclopedia.

"It should be similar in principle, but there are differences in procedures."

Xu Lang looked at Hong Yi and said, "I don't need to go to the grave to paint. For example, if you are in front of me, if I want to paint, I can paint it." While speaking, Xu Lang began to study ink.

Hong Yi looked at Xu Lang's painting booth, and felt that this inkstone was also quite strange. In this cold street, the ink developed was even and clear, and there was no sign of condensation at all.

"Brother Xu, please draw a picture for my mother!"

Hong Yi bowed his hand and asked.

Hong Yi's mother, Meng Bingyun, died of illness seven years ago. This is also the eternal pain in Hong Yi's heart. Now he is studying hard, just wanting to win a title for his mother, so that his mother can overwhelm Mrs. Zhao in terms of status. Let Mrs. Zhao offer honest sacrifices to her mother's tablet.

Xu Lang smiled slightly, and the pen and ink in his hand had already started to work. In a short while, the outline of Meng Bingyun had appeared in front of Hong Yi, and the trace of resentment and tenacity on the brows made Hong Yi almost see that his mother was alive.

Looking at this picture scroll, Hong Yi seemed to have seen a lonely daughter who married Hong Xuanji, entrusted her to someone who was not her husband, and finally died with resentment.

"This is not my mother..."

Looking at the picture scroll, Hong Yi unknowingly tasted a different thing, felt the aloofness of his mother, which was different from what he had seen.

"Are you sure, you know everything about your mother?"

Xu Lang looked at Hong Yi and asked.

(End of this chapter)