Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 82 Sir, just feel my pen.

Yue Fu blinked at Lu Chenran, and a little luster flashed on her long eyelashes.

Then her cheek was pressed against his ear, her red lips whispered, and the fragrance floated:

". Let me give you some advice, sir."

A light fragrance lingered on Lu Chenran's nose, and this intimate gesture made him slightly uncomfortable.

But I also know in my heart that with my shallow understanding of painting, I am afraid that I will not be able to exert the wonderful effect of the 'little magic painting technique'.

So he bowed his head and said thanks:

"Thank you for your guidance, senior. I'm sorry."

A touching smile appeared at the corner of Yue Fu's mouth, and she said softly:

"Please also ask Mr. Lu to pick up the pen."

She flicked her fingers, and the agarwood beside the low table slowly floated, filled with incense.

Lu Chenran picked up a fine pen from the desk, which was covered with ink. He put it on the paper and was about to say something when he felt a soft and white hand covering his hand. superior.

"Sir, just feel my pen."

There is still a bit of warmth, and the vermilion cardamom makes the knuckles look white, as delicate as white porcelain.

He was startled for a moment, and turned around subconsciously, only to see that there was no other expression on Yue Fu's cheeks, and he looked very natural.

'Maybe they don't pay attention to these secular etiquette as demons.'

Suppressing the lingering desire in my heart, I silently felt her strokes and recorded every detail in them.

Painting can be roughly divided into two types: gongbi and freehand brushwork. No matter which type of painting, the most important thing is to write and use the brush, and more importantly, it is the muscle memory accumulated over the years.

If he is proficient in these, masters the wetness and dryness of the ink on the pen tip, the strength of the strokes, and the thickness of the smudge, under the observation of his mind, Lu Chen, although he is not proficient, can still vaguely touch a lot of skills.

After a few rough tips, I just relied on my own exploration.

Yue Fu's plump body was pressed against his back. There was only a layer of clothes between him, and there was a faint scent of sweat overflowing. There was a certain amount of warmth that could penetrate the back of the paper. The gradually rising body temperature made people palpitate.

Lu Chenran took a deep breath, trying to calm down the rippling Pinghu in his heart.

Along the way to search for immortals, even though I have met many strange objects and have an incomparable level of concentration compared to ordinary people, there is still an indescribable charm growing in my heart when the warmth and warmth of jade comes to me.

If Lu Chenran turned around at this time, he would definitely be able to see the faint blush on Yue Fu's cheeks.

——The demon really doesn’t care about human etiquette, but the Moon Rabbit is a woman after all.

When her hand touched him gently, she realized that the person was a man after all, and then she realized that her breathing was also rapid.

With the subtle changes in her mood, her thin shirt was quickly soaked with fragrant sweat, and it stuck smoothly to the contact surface of their bodies. Deep in her throat, she even wanted to let out a breathtaking moan.

Yue Fu pursed her red lips slightly, and her ears were red as if they were about to bleed. Feeling such a close action, was this disordered heartbeat a sign of shyness?

The body is tense, the white wrist is gently exerted, the tip of the pen is lightly spitted, and the ink is fine and soft but not continuous, slow but not chaotic.

After a few moments of flirting, a big white cat took shape.

"How do you feel, sir?"

As soon as the words fell, Yue Fu felt something was wrong.

This sentence was very ambiguous and somewhat teasing.

There was faint sweat on Lu Chenran's forehead. With the blessing of his heart and eyes, he remembered every stroke, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said softly:

"Thank you, senior. I feel pretty good."

Yue Fu swallowed softly.

This feeling is even weirder.

Hushan God jumped onto the table with a curious look on his face and looked at himself in the painting, but his claws were not steady for a moment. He pulled the plum blossom grinding block on the table and with a little force, he pulled the ink block to the ground. .

"Snapped--"

Ink splattered.

Yue Fu's clothes were stained with circles of ink stains, gradually spreading around.

Hushan God seemed to be startled by this sound, or perhaps he was afraid of being punished by Lu Chenran.

With his tail tucked and his ears flattened, he crawled like a mouse and slipped under the bed. He turned around, stared out with round eyes, and stared outside silently.

The crisp sound woke up the sleeping snow fox.

Smelling a subtle noise there, she followed the direction of the sound and tiptoed to the other side of the wing.

next moment,

The fox's eyes widened in an instant, and a sense of resentment arose in his heart.

Unspeakable sadness suddenly emerged in my heart.

Why was this rabbit so intimate with Ran'er behind her back? They were holding hands, almost sticking them together, and I was sweating profusely while drawing.

Yue Fu seemed not to have seen her, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she bent down to wipe the ink stains under her skirt. She looked at the God of Tiger Mountain under the bed with a hint of reproach:

"You big cat, you're really making a fool of yourself!"

The delicate lines on the waist are visible to the eye, plump but just right.

Such a slight scolding made Lu Chenran come back to his senses and saw his aunt squatting on all fours, staring at him with an expressionless expression on her face, looking unhappy.

This made Lu Chenran feel a little uneasy in his heart, but he didn't do anything wrong, he just learned some painting from Yue Tu.

"Xiaoyi, why are you here?"

This sentence of Xiao Yi brought Xue Hu back to reality and reacted.

He was indeed just a snow fox at this time. If he reacted too much, Yi Ran'er's careful thoughts might be exposed. So he just looked at him silently for a while and then turned around.

I kept mumbling in my heart, don't care about this.

But his peripheral vision never left Yue Fu's body for a moment.

‘This shameless rabbit will take advantage of you. ’

Lu Chenran put down the brush in his hand, stepped forward, picked up the snow fox, and pinched the fox's face as before.

Only this time, the snow fox in his arms was struggling fiercely. Its four little paws were kicking randomly in his arms, and its fluffy fox tail was sweeping randomly. There was an indescribable meaning in its eyes. She turned around, jumped out of his arms, and lay down alone in the pear blossom canopy, curling up to sleep.

"Xiaoyi, what's wrong with you?"

Lu Chenran felt a little guilty, but he asked knowingly.

Snow Fox turned away from him, not looking at him, leaving only a fluffy white mass, showing a don't touch me attitude.

Yue Rabbit looked at the awkward fox with some surprise, put his finger gently on the sandalwood mouth, chuckled, then turned around, looked at Lu Chenran, and said:

"How are you doing, sir? Why don't you try it yourself?"

Is this fox jealous?

It's really interesting.

Lu Chenran's mouth showed a hint of bitterness. This was the first time he had seen his aunt acting like this.

How could it be like this if it wasn't for the concern in my heart?

Coaxing a woman to be happy has always been a metaphysical issue, let alone coaxing a fox.

He knelt down, got close to the pear blossom tree, rubbed the soft fox tail, and said softly:

"Xiao Yi, what's wrong with you?"

The snow fox swept its tail and wanted to say: 'Let's go learn to draw with the rabbit. Isn't she good at drawing? What are you doing with your aunt? ’

But when the words came to my lips, they turned into a sigh.

"Xiao Yi, are you hungry?"

Snow Fox suddenly turned around and stared at him unblinkingly for a while.

‘How could I do this? ’

Yisu didn't know what was wrong with her. Suddenly, even she felt like a harried woman. Although she was very upright, but she couldn't help but there were always people cheating, but she couldn't find any reason for her identity. constraint.

I suddenly felt a little guilty in my heart. Am I too selfish?

It was obvious that she was not like this, and it was all this rabbit's fault. She was just Ran'er's aunt, and all she could do was turn into a fox and look at him silently.

Lu Chenran saw his aunt's fox face changing expressions constantly. He didn't know how many thoughts were running through the snow fox's mind at this moment, so he just picked it up and rubbed its head:

"The weather outside is really nice today, let's go for a walk."

Moon Rabbit took a step forward and half-blinked his bright eyes:

"Sir, don't you paint anymore?"

Lu Chenran smiled gently:

"Later."

"Then I will take Mr. to walk around the mirage."

"Alright."

"Sir, the winter solstice has arrived."

"Then I want to eat dumplings."

"Huh? That's right, eating dumplings."

Lu Chenran was startled for a moment, and then nodded gently:

"It's all right."

The Zhou Dynasty is a vast land with abundant resources, so the differences between the north and the south are inevitable. We should respect the customs of various places, so why bother arguing about sweetness and saltiness?

Yue Fu blinked at him, then smiled charmingly and said:

"Sir, please wait a moment while I go change my clothes."

After saying that, he turned into the room, and a thin rustling sound came.

Lu Chenran raised his head and looked at the wind and waves on the sea.

The salty sea breeze blew the snow fox's eyes, narrowing them into slits.

The winter solstice is here, and the Spring Festival is not far away.

"It's time to start counting nine."

The winter solstice has arrived.

Even above the mirage, everyone was beaming with joy and seemed to be singing and dancing.

There is a steady flow of people, and thousands of lanterns are hung high, brightly lit.

Yue Fu is wearing a pale moon-colored skirt, which is simple but extremely elegant. Her black hair has been tied up, and it is naturally draped behind her back. She just tied it up casually with a white ribbon.

A light dab of crimson dandelion was applied to her lips, and no rouge was applied to her face. She changed from her usual charming and lazy look, looking extremely fresh and elegant.

The perfect fusion of two extremely contradictory temperaments in this person is absolutely stunning, and it can make people fall in love at first sight but not dare to have a single thought.

Perhaps due to the reflection of the red lantern, her cheeks seemed to be stained with a deep blush. The corners of her mouth raised a hint of smile, and she looked at him with deep meaning:

"Let's go, sir."

Lu Chenran looked at her with complicated eyes. The moon rabbit from the ghost town appeared in front of him so cutely that he didn't even bother to act:

"What should Lu call you, senior?"

"Senior, that's fine. If sir wants to call you Aunt Fu, I will be happy to do so."

"Senior, why bother?"

"Sir, don't think too much. I just happen to want to take a stroll in the East China Sea."

The snow fox glanced at the rabbit, narrowed his charming eyes, and felt an unprecedented urge to beat the rabbit in his heart.

Isn't this a conspicuous bag?

However, he also knew in his heart that even if Yue Tu didn't do this, Ran'er might have guessed her identity.

How could a rabbit maid have so much power in this mirage? The elegant boudoir was definitely not accessible to guests.

"嘤——"

Lu Chenran rubbed Xuehu's head, took Xiaoan's hand, and followed Yuefu.

The mirage is huge.

As if there is a different world, most of the people on the boat are wealthy businessmen and gentlemen, or knights traveling around the world, and there are also many scholars and poets, bustling and swaying on the deck.

A freshwater river imitates the Qinhuai River, gurgling. Although it is not as grand as the lights of Wanjia, it has its own Xiaojiabiyu that shines with spring.

Both sides of the river are illuminated with luxurious lights. If you see them on the sea, it will really look like a hazy fairyland.

Among the crowd, Lu Chenran was wearing a fox fur and holding a little girl, with a snow fox squatting on his shoulders and a very beautiful woman beside him, which naturally made everyone look back.

However, the heeling above the mirage is complicated, and the legendary owner of the mirage is a terrifying monster in the public's mind, but there are no troublemakers.

"Mr. Big, it's so lively!"

Xiao An held a piece of candy cake in one hand and looked at the flow of people around him.

Not far away, the flow of people became thicker, seeming to be watching something.

Wanting to join in the fun, Lu Chenran followed curiously, looking at the center surrounded by layers of people.

A middle-aged man with a curly beard, holding a thick pen in his hand, was drawing on a foot-high scroll in front of him.

He looks fair and clean, speaks politely to the people around him, and has a bookish air in his waving and demeanor.

On the scroll, heavy ink was splashed on it, but only a few strokes were used to outline it. A cold plum tree came into view. The branches were knotted, and the rough spots were scattered with dry ink, which made the vigorous branches lifelike.

The color of the ink has just set, and everything is fresh. If you take a gentle sniff, you will definitely be filled with the fragrance of the ink.

Many twigs extend from the branches of the winter plum blossoms, and the petals of the plum blossoms are painted with fine and light ink. The five colors are rich and intense, and the various colors of ink are piled or dipped in light and dark colors.

At the top of the scroll, there are five characters written in cursive script:

【Nine-Nine Cold Relief Picture】

In the lower left corner, there are twenty-eight characters written in regular script:

"Try to count the ninety-nine pictures in the window, and the remaining cold will disappear and the warmth will return to the beginning." ’

"The plum blossoms are everywhere, and there is no white left. I see that they are apricot trees now." ’

As the last stroke was finished, the middle-aged man breathed a long sigh of relief and lay down on the chair next to him. Then he turned around and looked at the crowd watching the painting, bowed, and said with a smile:

"Everyone, it's the same as before."

"Those who have money will give you a round of applause, those who have no money will give you a round of applause——"

Xu is a middle-aged man who speaks elegantly, has a friendly attitude, and has a certain temperament, so his stall is much more lively than the surrounding ones.

After the words fell, the crowd suddenly became noisy, applauding, throwing money, and it was lively.

Everyone was talking about it:

"You are worthy of being a master of national painting! Once this picture of winter plum blossoms is published, there will be no more paintings in the world!"

"It's a pity that the Painting Sage is too dignified and has offended the royal family of the Zhou Dynasty. There is no place for the Painting Sage in the world, so he can only survive in a corner above this mirage."

"You don't understand, how can ordinary people have the opportunity to climb this mirage? This is also the fun of painting the holy game of mortals."

"Guoshi!"

"This trip to the Mirage is wonderful. I actually have the opportunity to meet the legendary painting saint here. This life is not in vain."

Listening to the discussions around him, Lu Chenran found a tea stall and asked for a pot of tea.

A simple porcelain pot, three sea bowls, dots of tea powder, and dark and turbid tea soup were all the paintings of the middle-aged man looking at them.

During the winter solstice, it is a traditional custom to draw nine-nine pictures to relieve the cold.

This picture is also called the elegant picture. It is a drawing of nine winter plum blossoms on the scroll. Each branch has nine flowers, one branch corresponds to the number nine, and one flower corresponds to the day. Each day, a plum blossom is filled with a specific color according to the actual weather conditions.

It is not difficult to see that this person's painting skills are more than half a step higher than Yue Fu's. He can be said to be a master of painting, and he deserves to be called a painting saint. Even though a cold plum tree is reflected on the paper, his character can be seen.

Listening to the discussions of the people around him, it is obvious that this man known as the Painting Saint has a story.

Lu Chenran drank all the bad tea in his mouth, placed nine coins on the table, and prepared to look elsewhere.

The waiter at the tea stall was clearing the table. He came to the table and put away the nine copper coins, and wiped the table with the rag on his shoulder.

The tea stall's capital is small and profits are thin. A bowl of this loose, inferior tea costs one penny. The average customer only pays for two or three bowls of tea, which is two or three pence. However, Mr. Huqiu left nine pence, although it was not much. But the mood is excellent.

Seemingly sensing Mr. Hu Qiu's curiosity, or perhaps there was no business at the tea stall, the waiter sat down on his own and started chatting:

"Young master looks strange, where did you come from?" Seeing the waiter talking to him, Lu Chenran sat back again and said with a smile:

"Linjiang Crossing."

"Oh! It's the Dadukou in the north. Where are you going, sir?"

"Go to Shangjing."

"We'll have to get off the boat when we reach Jinling Ferry, but it's still far away. It will take us seven or eight days anyway."

"Who is that gentleman? The painting is amazing!"

"Hey!"

It seems that they talked about something they know, and the waiter in the shop is a little proud. He feels very happy whether he is hearing or telling about things like publicity and gossip!

So he cleared his throat and started gossiping:

"Mr. Wu is the painting sage of the Great Zhou Dynasty! The painting sage bestowed by the emperor was not conferred by himself."

"."

Yue Fu's eyes flickered a little, she had never been interested in this kind of story.

Seeing that Lu Chenran was drinking tea, he should have listened for a while, so he picked up the snow fox in his arms, put Xiao An on his lap, and coaxed the child.

Xiao An took small bites of the plum blossom cake in her hand, and Yue Fu stretched out her fingers to gently wipe the cake crumbs from the corner of her mouth.

This harmonious scene looks like a deeply affectionate couple, a talented man and a beautiful woman.

However, the premise is that the hint of teasing flowing from the corner of Yue Fu's mouth is ignored.

The snow fox stared with round eyes and struggled desperately in her arms but in vain. He could only let the bad woman rub the fox fur on his body.

"Xiao Yi, listen to your aunt, why don't you do it?"

"Look how good little An is."

Xue Hu glanced at Lu Chenran from the corner of his eye and saw that he was listening seriously and did not notice his side. He suddenly lay beside Yue Fu's ear and whispered:

"Rabbit, that's too much."

This sound immediately startled Xiao An. She put down the plum blossom cake in her hand and stared at the white fluffy fox with a puzzled face:

"Xiao Yi? Did you speak just now?"

Xuehu looked at her innocently and let out a sigh.

"Xiao An misheard what Aunt Fu said."

Yue Fu rubbed Xiao An's head and said gently.

"But Xiao An just heard Xiao Yi talking about rabbits."

"There are so many people here, Xiao An heard wrongly."

Xiao An thought for a while, then said with a serious face:

"No! Xiaoyi just talked!"

"How can a fox be so stupid and talk?"

Yi Su took a deep breath and stared at Yue Fu with a somewhat unkind expression, but Yue Fu pretended not to notice and chuckled:

"Xiao An just heard it wrong."

Xiao An thought for a while and realized that it made sense, but then he thought of something and immediately defended:

"Then why can the big cat talk?"

"Because the big cat is a tiger."

"Tiger can talk, but Xiaoyi can't?"

"Xiaoyi may be able to talk in the future."

"Oh."

Xiao An looked at Xue Hu suspiciously again and ate the plum blossom cake in his mouth.

Xue Hu curled up in Yue Fu's arms, staring gently at Lu Chenran who was listening to the gossip.

Along the way, I witnessed his growing wings, and unconsciously, it seemed that he was no longer the infant boy.

'Of course, you have really grown up.'

Perhaps even Yisu didn't notice it in his heart:

Unknowingly, many things that were originally taken into consideration became indifferent and gradually became indifferent.

The heart is the most precious thing condensed by the way of heaven. It cannot be controlled by itself. It is like a frog boiling in warm water. You may notice it one day, but it will be too late.

Lu Chenran listened to the waiter's endless stories.

Perhaps it was because the sound was loud enough, and before I knew it, many people were sitting at the tea stall, and a Confucian scholar came over, holding a volume of books in his hand, asking for a bowl of tea soup, and sitting there minding his own business. Sipping tea.

When the waiter saw that there were many people, he became more enthusiastic when talking:

"There are rumors that Wu Huasheng suffered a lot when he was young. He first learned calligraphy from Mr. Liu, a master of Confucian calligraphy. Later, he discovered that he did not have any particularly high talent for calligraphy."

"One day, Painting Sage Wu was looking through the classics and found a story that said: The highest state of painting is 'painting is not painting, painting is melting'. This article made Wu Hua feel astonished for a moment!"

"Later, Wu Painting Sage asked many contemporary painting masters. Although these masters had their own wonderful ideas in their paintings, they were far from the realm described in the article he read when he was a child, so he worked hard to change his calligraphy. , studied painting, and gradually mastered the wonderful method of painting."

"Wu Hua Sheng's talent for painting is unparalleled in the world. In addition, due to his hard work and studiousness, he was already 'exhausted of the beauty of painting' when he was still young."

"But after all, it is far from the supreme realm in his heart. Mr. Wu traveled around the world with a pen just to pursue the supreme realm in his heart. Along the way, he left nearly a hundred paintings handed down from generation to generation, which provoked People all over the world are looking for you.”

"."

Halfway through what the waiter said, all the tea guests below shook their heads and sighed:

"Hey, Wu Painting Sage pursues something too ethereal. Isn't that a realm of 'painting is not painting, painting is melting'? That is the magic of the immortal family."

"The painting sage must be reading strange stories."

"But why did the painting saint offend the royal family? Is he living in a mirage?"

"Xiaoer! What happened next?"

"."

The Confucian scholar lowered his head and pondered for a while, then looked around and saw a young gentleman in fox fur. He didn't know what he was thinking about.

The waiter continued to talk eloquently, and his words were astonishing:

"Later, the Emperor of Zhou Dynasty found out about this person and summoned him to Shangjing. After seeing his paintings, Long Yan was delighted!"

"He was also ordered to 'no painting unless there is an edict.' Unfortunately, Wu Dao had already joined the Confucian sect before, cultivated his aura, and had a strong character. How could he pay attention to the emperor's unreasonable request?"

"But he was painting in private, and the emperor was not an unreasonable person, so he just turned a blind eye and let him go. It can be said that he valued the painting saint very much."

"Sixteen years ago, there was a severe drought in Shu. Many refugees flocked to Beijing in search of a way to survive. Wu Dao, a man who cultivated Haoran scrolls, had a great heart, but he couldn't bear it, so he committed a taboo."

"I painted privately and put up a high-profile auction at Baihualou in Shangjing. In the end, the eight pieces of "Starved to Death in Shangjing" were sold for a total of 14,000 taels of gold and were pocketed by the people. The painting saint should even spend his family wealth to help the victims."

"After he finished doing this, he looked up to the sky and laughed. He left the capital and played in the world of mortals. The nearly one million people who came to the capital knelt down to worship Mr. Wu and see him off."

"When the emperor heard this, he was furious. Painting in private is a trivial matter. To be so high-profile and even in front of the emperor's disciples, to violate the imperial order and sell paintings for money, no matter what the purpose is, this can be said to offend Long Yan. It's your turn to go to Beijing. A little painting sage seeking fame and fame? Where can I put the emperor's face?"

"Later, the painting saint disappeared from the eyes of the world, but he never thought of hiding in the mirage of the East China Sea."

"."

After the waiter finished telling his story, the whole tea stall was in an uproar.

All the tea guests looked at Wu Painting Sage with the highest respect.

"good!"

"Mr. Wu can be called a true saint."

"."

Perhaps the previous painting saints were only known for their paintings.

But after this incident, the people's hearts aspired to great kindness, and the word "sage" became worthy of the name.

Lu Chenran sighed with emotion after hearing this and took a sip of tea soup.

He did not delve into other details. Perhaps the waiter was exaggerating about this matter. It was just a key force running through this matter, but he was somewhat interested in it.

Confucianism?

I had never heard of this sect when I was in the north, but I inherited the Confucian sect from this painting saint, and according to the style he acted in, this Confucian sect's ideological and worldview is not the same as Blue Star's Confucian "benevolence and propriety". Too big a difference.

"Be good to those who are good, and be evil to those who are evil. The ruler despises the people, follow righteousness rather than the father, follow the Tao rather than the ruler." ’

Of course, the later development of Confucianism and Black Confucianism was also because Zhu Xi's Neo-Confucianism was misinterpreted by later generations and was widely publicized and exploited.

Just as Lu Chenran was thinking blankly, the voices behind him suddenly became noisy.

He turned around and saw Mr. Wu standing up from the Grand Master's chair, looking at the crowd, cupping his hands and smiling:

"Today, someone painted a picture of ninety-nine to relieve the cold. There are ninety-nine and eighty-one wintersweet petals on this painting. According to the usual custom of the winter solstice, one petal is painted every day."

"But today, I and you are gathered on the mirage in a leisurely and elegant manner. Wu would like to invite you to paint together and add some ink color to these nine-nine-eighty-one-point plum blossoms!"

"What do you think?"

"."

After the words fell, everyone onlookers looked at each other, looking at each other.

This is to paint on the painting of the painting saint. What should I do if it is destroyed with one stroke?

There was a smile on the corner of the painting saint's mouth. He looked around, but no one came forward to light flowers with a brush. He shook his head and continued:

"Since no one has come forward, Wu will be the first to add something."

"."

After that, he held the brush and lit green ink on one of the plum petals.

The plum blossoms stained with ink quietly reflect on the paper.

"Everyone, please——"

"It's time to give me a lucky draw."

The painting saint smiled lightly, put his pen aside, and looked at the people around him.

The crowd of onlookers was suddenly in a mess, pushing and shoving. Finally, a big man dressed as a knight-errant stepped forward a little shyly and said cautiously:

"Wu Painting Sage, will you add a touch to this painting?"

"Strong man please——"

Wu Huasheng smiled and nodded.

The big man held a brush and carefully dyed one, and the ugly and rough ink stuck to the painting.

"Painting Saint."

The Jianghu man put down his pen in shame.

"Hahaha, it doesn't matter, I'm just having fun! Everyone, do you have any more?"

Seeing that this big man was really not being held accountable for anything, the crowd of onlookers naturally became happy. One after another, they stepped forward, borrowed brushes, or brought their own brushes, and lit the petals of plum blossoms on the scroll.

Here, it is very lively and enjoyable.

Wu Huasheng looked at the scene in front of him with joy, and felt very happy in it.

He always had a friendly smile on his face and was busy in an orderly manner.

He has been chasing the highest realm of painting all his life, but in the end he has no hope of reaching this realm. But he has never doubted that realm.

‘Painting is not painting, painting is melting’

Draw a road, the road is long and blocked.

"Mr. Big, what are they doing?"

After Lu Chenran finished listening to the story, he returned to the tea table. Xiao An wiped the dirt from the corner of his mouth and asked, pointing to the 'Nine-Nine Cold-Relieving Picture' not far away.

Lu Chenran touched Xiao An's head and chuckled:

"It's adding a third of color to Mr. Wu's painting."

"Xiao An also wants to draw!"

"it is good."

Lu Chenran picked him up. There were many people in the room, so he put Xiao An on his neck and walked toward the scroll astride him.

Yue Fu hugged Xue Hu with a smile and followed the two of them like a family out for fun.

Many people gathered in front of the scroll. Xiao An looked at the ten-foot-high scroll, then pointed to the plum blossom on the top and said:

"Mr. Da, Xiao An wants to draw this!"

"it is good."

Lu Chenran spontaneously took out a writing brush and put it in Xiao An's hand.

She reached it tremblingly, but her little hands couldn't hold the brush.

Lu Chenran smiled, and then his big hand held her little hand:

"I'll help Xiao An."

"it is good!"

A little nib.

Light ink spreads all over the paper.

"The painting is done!"

"let's go."

"Uh-huh!"

Then the three of them merged into the crowd.

Wu Painting Sage drank tea slowly and watched the crowds of people applying light ink on his scroll.

Suddenly!

There was a breeze blowing by, mixed with the faint fragrance of winter plums, filling the air——

He looked at the scroll in confusion, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, there were countless shocked sounds and a lot of noise:

"What's going on?"

"Oh my god!! This"

"How come this picture scroll is alive!?"

"I'll go, where's the painting?"

"Hanmei is alive!!!"

"."

The sun sets over the East China Sea, casting golden light that mottles the place.

The picture scroll disappears by itself.

There is only one cold plum left, proud of the snow and frost.

Ninety-nine and eighty-one plum petals dance with the wind, and the fragrance spreads across the heaven and earth.

In this endless East China Sea.

The plum blossoms are blooming.

ps: I’ve created a group, babies! Link below.

(End of this chapter)