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Chapter 70 The legacy of pure yang, the method of concentration

From Ye Zhiqiu's perspective, one can see that this ancient painting in her collection seems to be undergoing inexplicable changes.

Rubbing her eyes, she confirmed again and again that she still felt the figure in the painting moving.

"Qin Bao, Qin Bao, come and see this painting."

She touched Zhou Tan with her hand and whispered to herself, for fear of startling the figure in the painting.

Zhou Qin looked over in a daze, and first glanced at Xia Ming who was standing motionless in front of the ancient painting. Because Xia Ming's back was facing them, he couldn't see Xia Ming's gaze.

"My boyfriend is so handsome. His profile is so cool." Zhou Tan's eyes were staring.

Reluctantly, he shifted his gaze from Xia Ming to the painting of landscapes and waterfalls.

"What's wrong with this painting? The lines are a bit single, and it looks old. It's a good Chinese painting. I vaguely remember seeing this painting in your home.

You said before that this is the legendary Taoist Lu Dongbin's "Wangchuan Waterfall Map"?It must not be authentic. "

As a painting lover, Zhou Qin naturally has some research on Chinese painting, otherwise he would not have come to participate in the art exhibition with pleasure.

"This is just one of the many ancient paintings in my collection. I have had an expert identify it. There is a high probability that it is a fake. It should be a replica. The material is still very new. But I feel that this painting has a unique charm, so I collected it gone."

"Qin Bao, didn't you see that figure in the painting moving?"

Ye Zhiqiu pointed to the white-clothed figure in the landscape and waterfall painting, with a long sword on his back, like a swordsman in the rivers and lakes, looking at the waterfall flying down from afar.

"I clearly saw the figure in the painting just now, trembling slightly, it's strange, why hasn't it changed now?"

"This is a painting, not a projection. How could the figure in the painting move?"

Zhou Qin stared at the ancient painting, but didn't notice that the figure in the painting was moving.

Ye Zhiqiu clicked his tongue in amazement, his beautiful eyes blinked and blinked, feeling incredible, and whispered:

"Maybe these days, I didn't have a good rest in order to hold the art exhibition, which caused my eyesight."

Ye Zhiqiu was also confused, and suspected that he had misread it.

After she finished speaking, she paused, glanced at Xia Ming's tall and handsome figure, and her voice rang in Zhou Tan's ear.

"Qin Bao, I thought you were with Yueru, why did you find a boyfriend all of a sudden. However, your boyfriend has a really good temperament.

My old lady, I also count countless men, and I have seen all kinds of young meat, tall, rich and handsome, and sports students, but there is no one with his unique temperament.

I always feel that it is very clean, very dusty, and very MAN! "

Zhou Tan gave her a blank look, and said, "Hmph, don't make Xia Ming's idea, I fell in love with him at first sight, he is mine, you can't take it away."

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Xia Ming's figure and nodded approvingly.

"You said it was love at first sight. I believe it now. He is really too temperamental. If he is not your boyfriend, Tan Bao, and we are good girlfriends, I would like to chase him."

"Hmph. My family, Xia Ming, won't fall in love with you, a rascal!" Zhou Qin glared at Ye Zhiqiu.

"That's not necessarily the case. Women don't like tea, and men don't love. What man doesn't want to have a good sister who is considerate and considerate. Qin Bao, you should take good care of your boyfriend. I think you will meet many rivals in love in the future." .”

"Don't worry, I'm more confident in myself."

……

In front of the painting of landscapes and waterfalls, Xia Ming is like a perennial green pine, but his consciousness seems to have left his body and entered the painting, turning into the Jianghu swordsman in the painting.

It seems like a moment, and it seems like a long time.

Xia Ming's consciousness returned, and he couldn't help but whisper to himself:
"The sword of the great river comes from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning."

His star-like eyes reflected the figure of a river and lake swordsman. Under the Wanchi Waterfall, he swung his sword, rolled up thousands of waves, and danced thousands of sword flowers.

Each sword has a unique sword style, fierce and graceful.

It seems that a sword fairy who specializes in swords is swinging a sword to condense his own will, trying to break through the shackles of heaven and earth, and compete with the gods.

Xia Ming looked at the painting again, the unique artistic conception in it had disappeared, and it became simple and unadorned, as if the mission of inheritance had been fulfilled.

"I never expected that this ancient painting turned out to be the authentic work of Lu Dongbin, the patriarch of Chunyang. It bears his sword intent, and it is worthwhile to get this inheritance." Xia Ming murmured in his heart.

This Chinese painting of mountains, waters and waterfalls contains a special kind of inheritance, which is different from the inheritance of the method of breathing energy, with the core of "extracting" the inspiration of heaven and earth.

The inheritance of "meaning" in this authentic painting of Lu Zu has an inexplicable attraction to those who have cultivated the method of breathing energy to a high level. That's why Xia Ming noticed the specialness of this painting when he saw it for the first time.

"Lu Dongbin, a representative of Taoism in the early Tang Dynasty, known as the "Chunyang Patriarch", is a real sword fairy and an idol pursued by Li Bai.

According to the feeling I just entered into this painting, the inheritance left by this painting is a way to condense my own "sword intent".

Extreme swordsmen condense the "sword intent".

Those who are more than swords gather "sword intent".

And what does this "meaning" have to do with it? "

Xia Ming thought deeply in his heart, as if he was only a step away from understanding the truth.

But it was this finishing touch that prevented him from kicking it away.

"Perhaps, when my realm reaches, I will naturally understand."

Xia Ming smiled, and stopped looking at this painting of mountains, rivers and waterfalls. After he got the inheritance of "The Method of Concentrating Mind", this painting has no value to him.

However, as the authentic work of "Chunyang Patriarch" Lu Dongbin, it is also invaluable in terms of collection value alone.

If it weren't for Lu Zu's "meaning" left on it, it would have been dilapidated after a thousand years.

Zhou Tan came to Xia Ming's side, took his arm, and said with a smile:
"Xia Ming, the art exhibition is about to begin in earnest. Artists from all over the world will show their works and invite experts to appreciate them.

Then, some works will be auctioned on-site, and the funds from the auction will be used to carry out public welfare and charity.

As a young painter, Zhiqiu may not have many fans, so I want to help her. "

Xia Ming smiled. It turns out that there are so many ways to do art exhibitions. No wonder Zhou Tan insisted on coming here to support her best friend.

If it's an auction, it's really embarrassing for no one to bid, especially for wealthy daughters like Zhou Qin and Ye Zhiqiu.

"Don't worry, her painting skills are not bad. Someone should bid for the auction. If it's really not good, we can take pictures."

As soon as Xia Ming finished speaking, he felt a suspicious look cast towards him.

I saw Ye Zhiqiu wearing Hanfu, swaying a seductive figure, coming to Xia Ming and Zhou Tan, staring at Xia Ming.

"Listen to you, you also know how to paint?"

"I don't understand!" Xia Ming shook his head, he didn't know anything about painting.

"What? You don't even know how to paint, yet you dare to comment on my painting skills like that. Of course, you are handsome and qualified to comment."

Zhou Tan stood aside, shaking his head helplessly.She understands Ye Zhiqiu's character, and she is extremely confident in her painting skills, so she naturally does not allow others to judge her painting skills randomly.

Especially someone like Xia Ming who knows nothing about painting.

Xia Ming was speechless. Originally, he saw that Ye Zhiqiu was wearing Hanfu, which had a kind of classic beauty, and he had a good impression of him, but now he found that the other party's personality was a bit weird.

Of course, these have nothing to do with him, he is just a passerby.

Seeing that Xia Ming frowned slightly, Zhou Qin quickly smoothed things over and held the two of them by the arms.

"Zhiqiu, don't discuss painting skills. In my eyes, your painting skills are the best in the world. The art exhibition is about to start, and we are all waiting for you to perform on stage."

Ye Zhiqiu was interrupted by Zhou Qin, and swallowed back the words that he wanted to continue to hate Xia Ming.

"Qin Bao, don't forget to support me."

"Don't worry, Zhiqiu, I won't let you lose face."

Zhou Qin replied with a smile, they are both rich second generation, and they value face very much, especially for this kind of international art exhibition.

If the best friend's entry is rated very low, and no one participates in the auction, wouldn't it be a big shame.

After Ye Zhiqiu left to prepare for the exhibition, Xia Ming rubbed Zhou Qin's hair, and said with a joking smile:
"Haha, so she asked you to be the trustee."

Zhou Qin was enjoying Xia Ming's big hands, and muttered at the corner of his mouth: "How can I be a trustee, I really love painting. Zhiqiu really has a talent for painting, I am so envious, I used to My dream is to become a great painter.”

"Well, you're not Tuo. Qin Bao, since you like painting so much, why didn't you learn painting?" Xia Ming asked curiously.

With Zhou Qin's family background, she has enough money, let her pursue her dream of becoming a painter.

Hearing Xia Ming mention this, Zhou Tan's eyes dimmed instantly, as if recalling the sad past, he became silent.

"Qin Bao, what's wrong with you?" Xia Ming asked suspiciously.

Zhou Qin shook his head, regained his energy, and hugged Xia Ming's arm: "Thinking of some unpleasant past events."

"Honey, I actually have some drawing skills. Would you like me to give you a sketch?"

"You want to paint for me, are you here?" Xia Ming glanced at Ye Zhiqiu's booth. There were brushes, ink, paper and inkstones for painting, and it was not difficult to paint on the spot.

Zhou Qin nodded, and said with a sweet smile: "The sketch is very fast. Zhiqiu will not appear on stage until later. I want to draw for you as a souvenir."

"That's good, I'll wait and see what I look like in Qin Bao's heart."

"Xia Ming, I'll draw you a sideways sketch in the posture you just saw in the painting."

"Fine!"

Xia Ming came to the "Landscape and Waterfall Painting" left by Lu Dongbin, the founder of Chunyang, and continued to think about the "method of concentration".

Zhou Qin had some drawing skills, so he immediately got into the mood, took out the drawing board, and sketched Xia Ming sideways.

"Since Lu Zu left behind the "method of concentrating mind", it must have its true meaning. What is the meaning of the concentrated "mind", what is its purpose, and whether it is related to the way of practice..."

Xia Ming kept thinking about it, but couldn't understand it.

According to his calculations, this "method of concentrating the mind" should be the same as the method of eating qi, and it is a necessary way to practice the righteous method of Taoism.

"Recorded in Lu Zu's book, there are many records about "meaning" such as "meaning guards the dantian", "meaning moves around the sky", "meaning the universe" and so on.

So, does "meaning" refer to the cultivator's own thinking, or "spirit", or in layman's terms, the "soul" of life..."

At Xia Ming's level, his spiritual sense is extremely sensitive, and all the wind and grass in his body, within a radius of ten meters, are presented in his mind in detail.

For him, the so-called "atheism" is completely unbelievable.

Raise your head three feet and there is a god.

But now, in the eyes of ordinary people, he may be a "god".

"If the "method of concentrating the mind" is related to the cultivation of spiritual awareness, soul, perception, etc., then the strength of the "mind" is likely to have a huge relationship with the way of cultivating immortals..."

In thinking, half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Tan's sweet voice woke Xia Ming from his thoughts.

"Xia Ming, I've finished drawing, come and see how it goes."

"The drawing is finished, so fast?" Xia Ming was slightly taken aback, and came to Zhou Tan's side, looking at the sketch in front of her.

A handsome man admiring an ancient painting sideways, with sharp edges and corners, a resolute look on his side face, a tall and straight figure, standing upright, like a sentinel on guard.

"Qin Bao, the painting is really good, you are amazing!" Xia Ming praised sincerely.

"Then this sketch is for you." Zhou Qin happily wrapped up Xia Ming's sketch and gave it to Xia Ming as a souvenir.

"Thank you, Qin Bao." After Xia Ming accepted the painting, he gently kissed Zhou Tan's forehead.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhou Tan's cheeks instantly turned crimson when Xia Ming kissed his forehead.

Shyly breaking away from Xia Ming's embrace, he said softly:
"The art exhibition has officially started, let's go and have a look."

"Okay, let's go, I'm also a little curious, what exactly is the work your best friend used for the competition?"

Together, the two came to the center of the booth. The person in charge of the art exhibition had already given a long and impassioned speech, which made Xia Ming fall asleep.

After a long while, the entries finally started, and Ye Zhiqiu was the 16th contestant.

As paintings of various styles were presented by various writers and reviewed by well-known experts from all over the world, Xia Ming also saw the works presented by Ye Zhiqiu, which surprised him.

"Hey, it's a good idea for Ye Zhiqiu to create with this." Xia Ming thought to himself.

Soon, a total of 36 works were quickly displayed, and the experts in the audience conducted a comprehensive evaluation.

"Entry No. 1, Spring Dwelling in Fushan, with a comprehensive evaluation of 8.4 out of 10."

"Entry No. 2, the oil painting "Big Summer Aerospace Dream", has a comprehensive evaluation of 9.0 points."

……

"Entry No. 16, the picture of "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea" by Guofeng, with a comprehensive evaluation of 8.2 points."

……

After Zhou Qin heard the result, he waved his pink fist, expressed his dissatisfaction, and muttered.

"These referees are really blind. Zhiqiu's picture of "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea" is so lifelike that it can't compare to those crooked works that don't even draw specific things.

What kind of rubbish aesthetics are these experts, do they understand painting or not?He even gave Zhiqiu's work the lowest score. "

Zhou Qin looked at Xia Ming and asked, "Honey, are you right?"

What else could Xia Ming say, and he agreed very much: "That's right, if I choose, your best friend's picture of "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea" must be No.1."

Ye Zhiqiu's painting "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea" is just based on the magical fog scene of "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea" health soup.

Although he hadn't fully reached the state of being wonderful and lifelike, but based on his aesthetics, he felt pretty good.

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