Zhentiandi Road

Hearing Hua Lao's words, the two stopped and turned around.

The old painter stood up, bowed his hands to the monks waiting in front of the booth, and said, "Everyone, I'm sorry, the little old man has to close the booth today. If you want to paint, please go early tomorrow." After speaking, he waved his hands and cleaned up From east to west, they came towards Dijing and Zifei.

Seeing this, the monks in front of the booth shook their heads and sighed, turned and left. Although they were dissatisfied in their hearts, they did not dare to express it, lest they offend the old painter and affect their own painting.

"Can the two of you take a step to talk." Hua Lao came to the two and asked.

Dijing also wanted to know what was going on with this old painter, and it was really not a good place to talk because of the noisy crowds here, so he exchanged glances with Concubine Zi, nodded and said, "But I wish."

With Hua Lao at the front and the two behind, they walked out of the free trade market.

Di Jing also admired the old painter's ability very much, and wanted to figure out what kind of Taoist art it was. Being able to draw the appearance of the soul of a living being was obviously not something that can be possessed by ordinary people who enter the Tao through painting.

Under the leadership of Hua Lao, the three of them galloped all the way and came to Shixianzhai again. Shixianzhai is not only a restaurant, but also provides accommodation for guests.

Dijing and Zifei followed Hua Lao to the room where he lived. The room was equipped with complete measures, including a place to rest and a place to practice.

"I don't know what's the matter with Mr. Hua? My name is Di Jing, and this is Concubine Zi." Di Jing and Concubine Zi sat down in the room and looked at Mr. Hua.

Master Hua took a close look at Zifei, sighed slightly, and asked, "Has this Zifei girl's soul been hurt, and it has not been cured until now?"

Dijing glanced at Zifei and realized in his heart that Zifei's soul had been severely injured, which made it impossible to practice and cannot be healed. Her parents could only seal her to prolong her life. Soul injuries are the most difficult to heal. There are very few things in the world that can repair the soul, and all of them are extremely precious, no one is willing to give them to others.

Concubine Zi nodded and said: "Old Hua is really astute. Before I was born, my mother was fighting with the enemy and accidentally got hit by the enemy's spell. Although my mother was fine, but I was already in the womb. I escaped, my soul was hurt, my parents tried all kinds of methods but couldn't cure me, so they sealed me up."

"Well, that's true. I think your parents should have sealed you in an extremely cold place. I see that there is a chill in your soul that has been suppressing the wounds of your soul." Hua Lao nodded and said.

"Dare to ask Mr. Hua if there is a way to heal it?" Dijing's heart moved, and he asked. This Mr. Hua seems to have studied the soul very well, and he might know how to heal the wounds of the soul.

Hua Lao shook his head slightly, and asked, "Madam, do you know what kind of magic is the injury?"

"I heard from my parents that the name of this spell is 'Great Spell'."

"The big gun technique is indeed as its name suggests. After being hit, the soul will gradually disappear and turn into nothingness." Hua Lao nodded after hearing this, then paused, and said: "The big gun technique, if you go one step further, you will touch At the level of Dao, the little old man's magic power is shallow, and he has no power."

After hearing this, Di Jing felt disappointed.

On the contrary, Concubine Zi smiled and said: "Master Hua doesn't have to be like this. I heard from my parents that he is extremely powerful and has a deep study of the soul. Although he didn't get the Tao, his big magic trick is difficult even for a sage to understand." Extremely difficult."

Di Jing nodded when he heard this. Although this old painter had a higher level of cultivation than himself, he was only at the level of the peak Xuanxian, and he must be much worse than Zifei's parents.

"I don't know why Hua Lao has such a high level of cultivation, why does he still paint with people everywhere?" Di Jing asked.

"Hehe, this is the little old man's practice method, painting all living beings and all appearances. Although the little old man enters the Tao through painting, the essence of my Tao lies in the soul, because when the little old man paints, most of his energy is concentrated in the eyes. Yes, so after practicing, I have obtained a supernatural power, and I can see the souls of all living beings, which is why I can see that there is something wrong with Zifei's soul." Hua Lao explained with a slight smile.

So that's the case, Dijing nodded, no wonder he can tell at a glance whether someone has painted a portrait, the original reason is this.

"I don't know if the girl is willing to let the little old man draw a portrait of you?" Hua Lao opened his mouth and looked at Concubine Zi.

Concubine Zi glanced at Dijing, nodded and said, "It's getting old for being so troublesome."

"No trouble, no trouble." After Hua Lao finished speaking, he took out his drawing paper and brush.

This time, Hua Lao's painting speed was much slower, and it seemed that it was very difficult to draw.

Dijing felt a force in the void flowing through Zifei's body, and then flowed to the paintbrush in Hua Lao's hand, wrapped around the tip of the brush, and landed on the paper.

After a full hour, Hua Lao had just finished painting.

"Miss Concubine Zi's soul has been seriously injured, and it seems that it may disappear at any time. With the ability of this little old man, I can barely draw for the girl." Hua Lao looked a little tired.

After the portrait was finished, Dijing glanced at it, and the figure on it was exactly the same as the concubine, in clothing, demeanor, and hair, but the figure in the painting seemed a little ethereal and illusory, as if it would break through the sky at any time and disappear, only Those eyes were radiant and full of light.

"Hua Lao, why is this painting like this?" Di Jing could tell the difference in the portrait at a glance.

"Oh, this painting is the soul of Miss Zifei. It is ethereal and unpredictable. This is a manifestation of a serious injury to the soul. It can be said that this painting is the soul of Miss Zifei. The characters on the painting will slowly fade away. It will fade and become illusory until finally, although it will not disappear, but it will also lose all the spirit, which means that the soul of the concubine is gradually weakening. The big ** is already so powerful before entering the Tao gone."

The old man sighed slightly, and looked at the concubine with a little unbearable gaze.

After hearing Hua Lao's words, Dijing was silent for a while.

Concubine Zi took the painting, glanced at it, and said with a smile: "Hua Lao's painting skills are unparalleled. Although I have met many painters, none of them are as good as Hua Lao."

After hearing this, Hua Lao smiled slightly and said, "Little old man is just studying this way intensively, so he should not be praised by the girl like this. This picture of the concubine can be integrated into the soul. Although it can't heal the trauma of the girl's soul, it can also relieve the girl's wounds." pain."

Concubine Zi smiled and said: "I heard that Mr. Hua only draws one portrait for each person. I'd better keep such a precious thing." After speaking, she put away the scroll.

"Perhaps it's because the little old man's cultivation level is not enough. When he painted the same person for the second time, he couldn't draw the charm he should have." Hua Lao shook his head slightly and smiled.

"The two of you are called to stop this time, one is because of the damage to the soul of the concubine, and the other is because of this little friend from the imperial capital." Hua Lao turned his head to look at the imperial capital, with a slight doubt on his face.

"Oh? I don't know what happened to Hualao's office?" Dijing also asked with a little doubt.

Concubine Zi turned her head, looked at Dijing, and then at Hualao.

"The little old man has been practicing painting all the way from a mortal to this point. It can be said that he has seen countless people and painted portraits of all kinds of creatures, but he has never seen the appearance of a soul like the little friend from the imperial capital." Hua Lao Looking at Dijing, he opened his mouth and said.

"Is there something wrong with Brother Dijing's soul?" Concubine Zi looked at Dijing and asked worriedly.

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