Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 84 Let Lu make peace with this hurricane in the East China Sea.

“‘What you think is what you paint, and what you paint is what you transform.’ Is this the true meaning?”

Lu Chenran looked at the light in the wing and murmured to himself.

Fortunately, it is not too late to discover this technique.

In fact, the most fundamental aspect of phantom painting is not the resemblance, but what is in the mind, in order to achieve a spiritual resemblance. In other words, whatever is in the mind is what it is.

"I underestimated the magic of phantom painting."

Along the way, he had acquired many little skills, but this time, it gave him a different feeling.

Lu Chenran sat up from his chair, opened the window, and looked at the clear moon above the waves of the East China Sea.

"Another day has passed, and we are getting closer and closer to Beijing."

The expectations in my heart for the immortal on Bulham Mountain are getting bigger and bigger, and I can't help but guess what the immortal will say? Is it to summarize a path of spiritual practice for all people in the world?

"嘤——"

Snow Fox walked over quietly, squatted on the ground with all four legs, and silently looked at the light here.

Lu Chenran came back to his senses, held her in his arms, and gently smelled the fragrance on her body.

"Xiaoyi, when can you speak?"

"嘤——"

Snow Fox rubbed his arm slightly.

But no matter how firm his thoughts were, the temptation in his arms was real. Snow Fox's narrow fox eyes looked at him, and every glance seemed to be full of tenderness.

Lu Chenran waved his sleeves, and the light slowly faded away.

The watery moonlight spilled in through the crane paper window.

His heart moved, and he kissed her gently on the forehead. The fatigue of the day was gone, and then he fell into a deep sleep.

Xue Hu was stunned on the spot, looking at Lu Chenran whose breathing was blowing. He was already asleep.

As the mirage got closer to Shangjing, Yisu's heart felt a little more relaxed, as light as the wind.

A wisp of green smoke filled the air.

The appearance of the woman in white shirt was as gentle as water as when she first met.

"Ran'er."

She gently reached out her hand, took his big hand, placed it between her cheeks, and quietly felt his temperature.

Still in his sleep, he twitched the corner of his mouth, as if talking in sleep, and a trace of saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Pfft-"

Seeing this scene, Yi Su smiled softly, leaned over and wiped the crystal clearness from the corner of his mouth, and shook his head:

"He's still just a child after all."

Another two days passed.

In the past two days, Lu Chenran had hardly gone out. Apart from three meals a day, he was either sitting cross-legged in front of the mirage and meditating, or reading various strange books to prepare for going to Beijing.

The moon rabbit seemed to really notice that Lu Chenran was busy. Although he didn't know what he was busy with, he didn't bother him.

She just lay on the low table and stared at him reading with a serious look on her face. However, she and Xue Hu would disappear for a while every day, and then the meals would be served on time.

These peaceful days are quite peaceful.

Drink tea and sit quietly.

"Senior, you can reach Lianyundu today."

Lu Chenran tidied his clothes, opened the window, and looked at the beautiful weather.

At this time, it was Yinshi, and there was only a little light on the sea, while the sky was still shrouded in a layer of melancholy darkness.

The night wind is still lingering, and a soft mist is rising from the morning mirage.

When the two blend together, the elegant courtyard is gradually filled with gauzy morning mist.

Yue Fu lay lazily on the brocade couch and read a romance novel. He glanced at Lu Chenran, yawned, and rubbed his sleepy eyes:

"Have two days passed so quickly?"

Lu Chenran looked at the charming woman slumped on the bed and sighed.

The previous glimpse of the moon on the laurel, with the contact over the past few days, the image of the moon rabbit in his heart gradually collapsed, looking like he was lazily dressing up:

"Senior, it's time for you to get up and move."

Yue Fu winked at him playfully, biting her red lips:

"What can I do when I get up? My aunt has nothing to do."

Although she was not dressing up, her breathtaking eyes were half-open and half-closed, her lazy and charming figure, and her occasional yawns still made her alluring.

Her hair was piled up lazily, without rouge, but it made her a little less charming and a little more elegant.

Even Lu Chenran, who was always by Aunt Su's side, would inevitably be stunned by such a sudden and beautiful appearance.

Then Yue Fu seemed to think of something and scratched his head:

"Ran'er is going to deliver the message to the shark today."

"Look, aunt has forgotten all about it. When you come to visit, you have to wear clean clothes. Bring your clothes and aunt will wash them for you."

He said so, but his body obviously didn't move at all.

Her unsocked feet rubbed against her slender white calves, and she turned over symbolically.

Snow Fox glanced at the Moon Rabbit with a disdainful look, and said it nicely. He has lived for thousands of years, who doesn't know who he is?

Lu Chenran shook his head. He was already accustomed to Yue Rabbit's temperament:

"Thank you, senior, for your kindness. Mr. Lu appreciates it."

"You can wash your clothes yourself."

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Old God Yuefu lay on the bed, pulled the quilt around his body, stuffed a piece of candied fruit into his mouth, looked at the sun rising outside the window, and said vaguely:

"Well, you don't have to do laundry anymore."

"Look, there's going to be a hurricane today. I'm afraid you won't be able to get out."

Lu Chenran looked at the scenery outside the window with some doubts.

Ultramarine sky with a few clouds.

It's not like there are signs of a hurricane.

Then he said gently to Yue Fu:

"Even if there is a hurricane, the letter must be delivered. It cannot be delayed for too long. Besides, it is not good to delay Mirage's schedule because of this matter."

Yue Fu glanced at him:

"You still think that you value friendship, so let's do whatever you want."

Lu Chenran nodded with a smile and packed his bags.

The winter plum blossoms bloom alone on the street of the mirage. Many people have discovered that three of the ninety-nine and eighty-one light ink petals have bloomed. However, the third flower today is a bit darker and not as beautiful as the other flowers. The deep blue of the previous two days was a slightly darker navy blue.

"Tsk, tsk, that's really weird. Doesn't the color of the plum petals represent the weather?"

"How is it possible? You see the weather is not bad today."

"Who knows?"

"By the way, where is Wu Painting Sage?"

At the winter solstice, Wu Hua Sheng's nine-nine scroll of cold-repelling pictures turned into this tall winter plum. It has already spread throughout the mirage. Many people come here every day to pay homage to this self-painting. of winter plum.

Because of this incident, Wu Huasheng's reputation in the mirage became even greater.

At this time, Wu Huasheng himself was standing at the bow of the mirage, looking at the waves of the East China Sea in front of him, with infinite pride in his heart that could not be expressed in words.

After pondering for a while, he moved a small table, prepared paper and ink, mixed the colors with bright yellow, took a deep breath, and sketched the world on the rice paper.

The sky is high and the clouds are wide.

Lianyundu in the early morning was soaked in mist.

Wu Dao had been talking to Senior Brother Wang Yun all night long in the past few days, and gradually gave up the idea of ​​​​looking for the living immortal. Such an expert in the world must not want anyone to disturb him rashly.

Since Wang Yun's sudden enlightenment, he has locked himself in his room and written furiously. He is nearly sixty years old, but he is still full of energy and feels somewhat defiant of old age.

Speaking of which, Senior Brother Wang Yun's life was full of ups and downs. Not only was he demoted, but he was also hunted down. Fortunately, Jiren had his own destiny and escaped. When I stayed at the ancient temple for the night, I met Tiger Tiger. He was supposed to be eaten by the tiger, but the tiger took pity on him and let him go.

People often have to go through ups and downs, great joys and sorrows, and only after experiencing the ups and downs of the world or after a serious illness can they realize something profound.

"If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later."

Wu Dao shook his head and sighed.

The number of people watching gradually increased. After all, it was unusual for the painting sage to paint the East China Sea himself.

A thin and noisy sound kept coming from here:

"You are worthy of being a painting saint. He almost brought this mountain and sea to life."

"Yes, after the light color, it is more like the mountains and sea are included in the painting."

"The Painting Saint has perfected the painting of the human world!"

"I'm afraid it's unprecedented."

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There were a few clouds on the horizon.

The wind gradually picked up, rolling up the corner pages of the scroll, carrying the smell of the sea.

Wu Dao frowned, pressed the rice paper with sandalwood, and continued to dye the bright yellow and light colors while looking at the gradually perfected painting, but his frown became deeper and deeper.      Wrong.

Although there is no other special feature from the previous paintings, two days ago, after I saw the winter plum tree that came out of the painting, the strange feeling in my heart became more and more intense.

It seemed like he was trying to catch something.

"This painting is missing something."

But what's missing?

Wu Dao was also unclear.

But he could only write and look at the boundless sea in front of him, constantly perfecting the picture in his mind, and almost the entire East China Sea was depicted in this picture.

The sky gradually darkened, and everyone raised their heads and looked at the sky with some surprise.

"It was sunny just now, why is it suddenly going to rain?"

"right!"

"The wind has also picked up. I'm afraid it won't be an ordinary rain."

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The originally gray sky seemed to have been splashed with thick ink.

The lead clouds above the head became heavier and heavier, and within a short time, the sky had completely darkened. The thick clouds and heavy ink blocked one side of the sun, and a circle of gold penetrated the clouds and reflected into the sky.

"Bah-"

A raindrop fell on Wu Dao's face.

Immediately afterwards, there were ten, hundreds, and tens of millions.

"Crash-"

Countless raindrops poured down, covering the entire world in this fine rain curtain.

"call--"

A violent gust of wind suddenly rose up, and the force was so great that it almost knocked the people on the mirage to the ground, shaking them to the point of collapse.

The entire East China Sea turned into a whirlpool in an instant, and a dull thunder exploded throughout Lianyundu.

"boom--"

Everyone ran towards the attic not far away to temporarily escape the sudden wind and rain.

Soon, only Wu Dao was left, still writing and standing motionless in the wind and rain.

"Painting Saint, come and take shelter from the rain. Stop painting now and leave it there."

"Painting Saint! Your health is important!"

"Painting Saint——"

Everyone in the attic shouted, calling the painting saint to come in and take shelter from the rain.

Wu Dao gritted his teeth and stood in the rainstorm, but refused to put down the pen in his hand. Where was the light he was looking for? Where exactly?

Just one stroke away!

He felt that it was just a stroke away!

But that stroke is a realm that he will never be able to pursue in his entire life!

The sky was completely pitch black, and then, wherever you could see, there were terrifying whirlpools, accompanied by rumbling sounds, shaking the world!

This is a hurricane that can swallow up everything in the world.

The real terror on the sea, no matter what it is, is so insignificant in front of this Fang Tianshi.

Finally, someone came to their senses, pointed at the wind tunnel in the distance that could swallow everything, and shouted:

"hurricane!"

"It's a hurricane!"

"The hurricane is coming. Painting Saint quickly hide in this house——"

"Painting Saint, hide here quickly!"

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Wu Dao took a deep breath, stared at his painting, and then finally sighed, put down the pen, turned around and ran towards the attic.

On the sea, the most terrifying thing is the hurricane.

Even a mirage in the fog is dangerous.

Everyone looked through the windows, looking with fear on their faces as the hurricane, which was enough to swallow up the world, set off a wave of hundreds of feet, covering the sky and the earth.

The wind howled and thunder and lightning struck.

"boom--"

As the most prosperous place in Haizhou, Lianyundu is close to the seaport. No matter whether it is water transportation or sea transportation, it cannot bypass this ferry. There are countless ships coming and going every day.

The heavy rain caused by this hurricane caught all the fleet by surprise, so in the rain at this time, there were still countless figures running in the heavy rain.

The torrent swamped and swallowed countless cargo ships, and miserable cries for help could not be heard.

Everyone on the mirage looked at the cargo ships that kept falling or sinking into the water with complicated expressions. A sense of sadness gradually spread in everyone's hearts.

But they also know in their hearts that the sea is the most powerless.

In the heavy rain like a waterfall, in everyone's field of vision.

A figure gradually appeared at the bow of the ship, wearing a fox fur, walking towards this side.

people?

Seeing this scene, everyone in the attic quickly opened the windows and shouted at the man:

"Little sir, it's dangerous outside, come here and take shelter from the rain!"

"!!"

Seeing that the young gentleman had no reaction and seemed not to have heard anything, everyone became even more anxious. Voices gathered one after another, one after another:

"Little sir!! Come and take shelter from the rain!"

"Danger--little sir!"

"!!"

Finally, the gentleman in fox fur seemed to hear their voices and glanced at the crowd.

Everyone just breathed a sigh of relief, and then a big man pushed the door open, waved to Mr. Fox Qiu, and motioned him to run two steps quickly.

"Little sir, come and take shelter from the rain."

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However, the young gentleman did not go to the attic.

Everyone watched helplessly as Mr. Foxqiu walked towards the low table on the bow of the ship, minding his own business, and their hearts were full of anxiety.

"Hey, little sir? What are you doing over there!?"

Wu Dao in the crowd stared blankly at Mr. Huqiu. The gentleman looked familiar, as if he had seen him before somewhere. But he also stuck his head out of the window and shouted at him:

"Little sir, don't worry about the painting and go forward quickly."

Wu Dao hasn't finished speaking yet.

The next moment, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared blankly at the scene in front of him. He felt that there was an endless tremor in his heart, which could not be increased.

At this moment, everyone on the mirage saw this scene.

Maybe I will never forget it in my life:

The gentleman in fox fur walked silently to Wu Huasheng's scroll. Spontaneously, he took out a gold pen and lightly touched it on the scroll.

Just a simple stroke.

but.

This stroke is a rainbow.

In an instant.

Above the sky, which was as dark as day, one could vaguely see the white fish belly gradually appearing in the eastern cloud sky.

Then, that touch of fish belly white became brighter and brighter.

The raging giant waves of a hundred feet calmly subsided.

The eddies on the sea dissipated along with the hurricane, and it was as if everything had never happened.

The wind stopped, the rain stopped, and the heaven and earth were silent.

A rainbow bridge emerges from the clouds, piercing through the dense ink. The setting sun is filled with half and half gold, reflecting the glow of the blue sky and the sea, making the entire sky glow with smoke.

The sun hangs high, and the mirage touches the sky.

In the misty and soft mist, there is a wisp of plain luster floating in the air.

Suddenly, the wildness is vast.

This sum.

Paint a calm sea for the turbulent storm in the East China Sea.

(End of this chapter)