Xuanhuan: I'm really not an expert

Chapter 1203
On pale rice paper.

From scratch, the peak is majestic, standing on the top of the earth, standing on the top of the earth, the years become streams, and cause and effect become fog.

The vast mountains and forests are like the image of endless boundless years, the cycle of life and death, prosperity and decline one after another, with no end in sight.

A road stretches away, where there are mountain villages, eight or nine fertile fields, rice paddies, traffic, chickens and dogs hearing each other, and smoke from the kitchen, as if it has surpassed the grand years and became a world of mortals.

At this moment, the picture scroll has been divided into nine parts.

Bafen painting is the color of the mountains, and a little mountain village is completed.

Although the eight-point mountain scenery is vast and charming, and although the scenery is infinite, it seems to have become the foil of the small mountain village at this moment.

The small mountain village is not on the highest peak or in the center of the picture, but it is like a red plum on the branch of a green tree, like a bright moon on the vast sea.

The green trees are dead and still, but they live because of a little red plum; the sea is lonely, but they are born because of a bright moon.

"At the highest point here, draw an ordinary picture."

Seeing the completion of the painting by Li Fan, Ji Zhe suddenly sighed and said:
"It is indeed a good painting."

"Is this painting finished?"

Li Fan smiled slightly and said:
"There is still one point left unwritten."

He swiped his pen indifferently, and the tip of the pen suddenly turned around from the small mountain village, and landed on the highest peak where they were.

At the top of the peak, he drew the old tree that had died for an unknown number of years.

At this moment, the whole painting suddenly had another meaning.

Among the layers of distant mountains, this old tree is like an old man, looking at the small mountain village in the distance, like a homesick wanderer!
"The square house is more than ten acres, with eight or nine thatched houses. The back eaves are shaded by elms and willows, and the peaches and plums are in front of the hall. It is warm and distant in the village, and there is smoke in Yiyixu. Dogs bark in the deep alley, chickens crow on top of mulberry trees. There is no dust in the house. There is leisure in the empty room."

Li Fan spoke softly and said the last sentence:
"After staying in a cage for a long time, I can return to nature."

He raised his eyes to look at the lonely man, and said with a smile:

"You live here for a long time, see the highest scenery, watch the ups and downs of the sea of ​​clouds, this is your cage."

The lonely man thought about it:
"You live in the village, you are exposed to the world of mortals, and you feel the changes of the mortal world. This is also your cage."

Li Fan smiled and said: "Zi Feiyu, An Zhiyu is happy. Neither you nor I can convince the other party, because we have never experienced the other party's path."

"Why don't you follow me back to the village for three or five years, how about that?"

"Going back to the village, there is a house to enjoy the mountain breeze, there is food to fill the hunger, there is good wine to drive away sorrow, and there are two old friends to relieve loneliness."

The lonely said:

"I am older than you, and I have traveled a longer distance than you. I have experienced all of these..."

In his eyes, he recalled something, and said: "But I admit, your proposal still moves my heart."

"I will go back to the village with you to feel the warmth of the world, but you have to follow me to observe the ups and downs of life and death, and to experience the end of the heart... No matter how you look at it, I have earned it."

He smiled.

Li Fan also smiled, stretched out his hand and said, "Please."

The lonely said: "Please!"

The voices of the two fell.

Suddenly, they disappeared from where they were.

On the mountain peak, there is only an old pine tree that has been dead for an unknown number of years.

"What about Master?"

Su Baiqian opened her mouth, and she looked around, with a trace of panic in her eyes.

"They... went to the painting."

Ziling, on the other hand, came forward with murmurs, and she looked at the painting that Li Fan had just left with her own hands.

As far as the two people could see, they could clearly see that in Li Fan's painting, there were actually two more people on the mountain peak at this moment.

It is Li Fan and Ji Zhe!
In the painting, the lonely person goes to the small mountain village.

But Li Fan sat withered under the pine tree!

"Is this a virtual world?"

Su Baiqian asked.

"No... Master's paintings have already blended with reality, and what he is in is also reality."

"In the reality we live in, every change will be reflected in the world in the painting..."

Zi Ling murmured: "Furthermore, Master's painting has included the cause and effect of the heavens and the years, this... this is the real picture scroll of the ages!"

Years are ink, cause and effect are pens.

"He and the lonely... are walking each other's way."

"The lonely will understand the way of the master, and the master... will walk the way of the lonely."

Zi Ling murmured.

"If the master fails, will he...will he become another lonely person?"

Su Baiqian murmured.

Zi Ling was very firm, saying: "No..."

"Master will not become a lonely person, he will not forget us..."

Su Baiqian also nodded firmly.

"Sometimes forgetting can be a good thing."

At this moment, the voice of the lonely man suddenly sounded again.

Both Zi Ling and Su Baiqian were startled, only to see that the lonely man had reappeared under the withered old tree at some point in time!
"You... haven't you already gone to the painting?"

Zi Ling spoke unexpectedly.

This painting was made by Master himself, it surpasses everything, even a lonely person... shouldn't be able to come out so easily...

Moreover, if the lonely person enters the painting, he should follow his words and follow the path of the master...

But at this moment, in the painting, there is only Li Fan left.

"You...you tricked my master into the game!"

There was a trace of anger in Su Baiqian's eyes.

The lonely man raised his hands behind his back, smiled, and said:

"I didn't lie to him. I exchanged paths with him. I felt the ordinaryness he said, and he endured my death."

"I did follow his path, but...not in this life, but in a long, long time ago."

There was an imperceptible ripple in his calm eyes, and he said:
"I have also walked with close friends and group disciples, I have also joined hands with women, and I have also faced dams."

"What he wants me to feel is nothing more than a trace of warmth in this world, a ray of true love...Those things that he thinks can achieve the mortal path and break my path of solitude."

"I've had all these things."

The lonely said softly: "It was cut off later."

"So, the fence he set up for me can't trap me."

"But he hasn't experienced the real sabi, so he is still in the painting."

"It's the path he chose."

"The return of ten thousand ways to the mortal is a false road. I will correct this road for him. Silence is the destination of all spirits."

But Zi Ling stared at the lonely man and said:
"No...you are afraid of him."

"You are afraid of my master, you are afraid of this road... Otherwise, why don't you just let my master die?"

The lonely man looked at Zi Ling and said with a smile:
"It's very simple, because I can't kill him."

He said softly:

"In the past and now, I am everywhere, I am omnipresent, I see everything, I know everything, I hear everything, I am omnipotent..."

"I watched the ups and downs of every life, and listened to the joys and sorrows of this world. Immortals, saints, gods, chaos... and even taboos, I can destroy them with a snap of my fingers."

"But in the long river of karma in the past and present, I can't find his shadow, I can't see his roots. For so many years, I haven't even been able to peek into his heart."

"He is an anomaly."

He lowered his head, looked into the scroll, and said:
"For the unkillable odd number, the only way is to make him me."

"After all, those who share the same path have nothing to fear."

He was so calm and said:
"The taboo civilization should have disappeared long ago, and you should have died long ago."

"The vault of darkness, the taboo world, the chaotic world, the so-called pure land of the Yang world, and the underworld... and you, it is only because of him that we can survive until now."

"After all, only you can make him become me."

Ji Zhe looked at Zi Ling and the others, but an imperceptible sadness suddenly appeared in his eyes, but this sadness disappeared in a flash, and his figure became very faint, and he had disappeared from the field.

It's just that in the years, someone seems to be whispering and singing:
"Eternal life and death are boundless, don't think about it, never forget it... there is a lonely grave thousands of miles away, there is no place to talk about desolation."

……

at the same time.

Somewhere in the Horror Beast Forest, under an old tree.

The black and white emperor and the white robed man were still playing chess.

"I lost."

Black and white sighed, and put down the chess pieces in his hands.

"31 moves."

There was a trace of appreciation in the eyes of the white-robed man, saying:
"What he taught you has no beginning and no end, and it is indeed very strong."

The white-robed man also dropped his chess piece and said:
"For 3 years, reincarnation is immortal."

"You can also get the supreme way."

After finishing speaking, the white-robed man turned around and left. He seemed to be walking on the steps of time, and every step could not be traced back.

"Senior, are you looking for Senior Li?"

Hei Hei raised his eyes and asked a question.

"When I played chess with you, I met him."

The voice fell, and the lonely figure was no longer seen.

That is the moment.

Black and White heard the words, thoughtfully, and said: "Everywhere...all the time...is this the biggest confidence in the dark sky?"

boom!
The aura of the black and white emperor suddenly fell into a wonderful change.

On the chessboard, each white piece and black piece seems to evolve into an endless avenue, from life to death, from beginning to end, from reincarnation to end of reincarnation...

Black and white... has become supreme.

There is no beginning and no end.

……

(End of this chapter)