Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 263 Who Wins
"Arriving at the mouth of the sea?" Fuyu Fengzhang took a deep breath subconsciously. Indeed, the smell of salt in the air had surpassed the soil. He exhaled a long breath and finally got rid of the enemy's pursuit. In his heart, entering the sea means leaving his homeland, and he may never have the opportunity to set foot on the land of his homeland again in this life.

"Haruko, help me out to have a look!"

"Yes, but your injury—"

"It's much better!" Fuyu Fengzhang smiled: "If there are no accidents, this may be the last time I see the land of my homeland!"

Ampere Haruko didn't speak, she put her right arm on her shoulder, stretched out her left hand to wrap around the opponent's waist, and helped Fu Yu Fengzhang stand up.The two walked out of the cabin.The boat is not far from the river, close to fields and farms. Just after noon at this time, a small town is located on the high ground beside the river bank. It is so narrow that it only has a small street and two rows of houses. At the end of the street is a tall square Fort.Most of the shops, inns and taverns around the pier had been looted or burned, and some of them seemed to be still inhabited. To the east of the port was the bay, and the water shone blue-green in the sun.Many boats of different sizes were moored on both sides of the river in a disorderly manner. Some were paddling boats sailing on the inland river. There were only a few large sailing boats. The sails had been retracted, and it seemed that most of the crew had gone ashore.

"How many of us are there?"

"1 people, maybe more!" Ampere Haruko replied in an uncertain tone.

"So much?" Fuyu Fengzhang was taken aback: "I remember when I left Ren Cun, it was only three or four thousand at most?"

"Yes!" Ampere Haruko nodded: "But many people on the road heard that this is your team, and they are going to the country of Wa, so they joined the team. They were afraid that the Tang people would retaliate against them, so they took their families and mouths across the sea. Wa country!"

"So many people are still willing to follow me!" Fuyu Fengzhang sighed, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"That's natural, anyway, you are the king of Baekje!" An Pei Qingzi patted Fuyu Fengzhang's arm: "There is a large area of ​​land to be reclaimed in the east of Yamato, there are so many people, and there is father An Pei's family With your support, you will definitely be able to rebuild Buyeo!"

His wife's words hit a sore spot in Fuyu Fengzhang's heart. He nodded heavily, and held Qingzi's hand tightly: "Our children will definitely rule the people of Fuyu from generation to generation!"

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Sibi City, Dinglin Temple.

"Victory! Victory!"

Wave after wave of cheers came from the classroom not far from the monk's house. Hundreds of teenagers were raising their arms and shouting, chasing each other. The energy overflowing from them almost knocked off the roof of the house.

"Victory!" Monk Huicong stood by the window, looking at the classroom not far away, with a conflicted expression: "Victory is victory, but who wins and who loses?"

"Zen Master, you think too much, it's not good for you!" A familiar voice came from behind, Huicong turned his head and saw Liu Chongguang's face full of concern.

"Master Liu, when did you come?" Huicong asked.

"It's been a while! I just stood there for the purpose of reshaping the Buddha statue." Liu Chongguang pointed to the door: "I came in without closing the door when I came. I should have knocked first, please forgive me! "

"Nothing!" Huicong waved his hand: "Come on, sit down and talk! Are you thirsty? The poor monk will pour you some water!" He said, picking up the kettle and the bamboo cup.

"No need, it's too troublesome!" Liu Chongguang took the cup carefully and sat down cross-legged. He took out a few pieces of paper from his arms and handed them over with both hands: "Look, the sketch I drew for the Buddha statue, look What do you think?"

Huicong was refreshed when he heard the words, and hurriedly took it: "Oh? Let the poor monk see it!" He spread out the blueprint, and involuntarily let out an exclamation: "Ah! Master Liu, did you draw this?"

"That's right, it's really drawn by a villain!" Liu Chongguang twisted his neck uneasily: "Zen Master, do you think this is okay?"

"Yes? No, no!" Huicong said "no" a few times: "It should be said that it is very good, really, it is the first time I have seen such a good portrait, Master Liu, you are a real master of Buddhist painting Ah! Hey! What kind of brush do you use to draw, it doesn't seem to be a brush?"

"Zen Master, you are flattering!" Liu Chongguang was blushed by Huicong's praise: "I use charcoal pens, not brushes!"

"charcoal?"

"Yes, it is to burn pine sticks into charcoal, and then draw on paper!" Liu Chongguang took out two charcoal pencils from his arms, and wrote a few words on a blank piece of paper. Huicong beside him was amazed: "Master Liu is really ingenious. This charcoal painting has a different taste from brush painting. This is the first time I have seen someone paint like this!"

"Actually, I also learned it from others!" Liu Chongguang said with some embarrassment.

"Learned by others?"

"Yes, it's Wang Canjun!" Liu Chongguang whispered: "When he usually wants to build something, he often uses this charcoal to draw pictures for me and Pingji, and let us follow suit. Later, I thought it was very useful, so I also Follow along, and Wang Canjun doesn’t keep his secrets, as long as you ask, he will point out one by one. After a long time, I learned, in fact, Pingji is better than me in drawing! Look at these few pictures, they are drawn by Pingji! "

Huicong took a few more blueprints that Liu Chongguang took out from his bosom. These pictures were not Buddha statues, but temples. He was immediately attracted by the symmetrical, harmonious, and solemn beauty of these blueprints. He couldn't help but Comparing the original Dinglin Temple with these drawings, I have to admit that compared with these drawings, the original Dinglin Temple is simply an earthen enclosure.

"Master Liu, your son didn't draw these drawings out of thin air, did he?" Huicong asked after reading the drawings.

"Probably not, how could he have such ability!" Liu Chongguang laughed and said, "If I guessed correctly, then the kid should have heard about the magnificent scenes of Chang'an and Luoyang in the Tang Dynasty from Wang Canjun, and then drew them, right? "

"Well, I guess it's the same, but even so, he is a rare genius!" Huicong nodded and said with a smile, "Master Liu, you gave birth to a good son!"

"Where, where!" Like most parents, Liu Chongguang's mouth was modest at this time, but his face was full of pride.Huicong complimented a few more words, picked up the blueprint and looked at it, the more he looked at it, the more he could feel the distinctive nobility and majesty reflected in these buildings. Naturally, he would not attribute it to the harmonious proportions, but It is considered to be the magical effect of Buddhism.After a long time, Huicong couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "If you can go to the Tang Dynasty and witness these temple statues with your own eyes, you will die immediately and be buried in a foreign land. What regrets will there be?"

(End of this chapter)