A good night

A moment ago, Yin'er said that it is easy to distinguish between true and false. What should exist is true, and what should not exist is false.

Half a moment later, her mother Liu Yue picked up a picture and used the light of the set to put it in front of her, easily overturning her remarks, leaving this clever Yiner speechless.

If it was just now, it was a mechanism, not a paper... What could Lin Qian take every step first? So what if Lin Qian had to do it carefully and be cautious? Sweating in cold sweat is not only a sigh of Liu Yue's achievements, but also a worry about each other's prospects. It's good,

He and Yin'er just passed by the maze, but Lin Qian knew it was "just a maze" because he could only see that it was a maze at the moment!

Liu Yue, the strength of this woman is that you know that this is not just a maze, but you can't guess the deeper intention of her planning. Lin Qian is like this, let alone the careless person who runs inside and doesn't know here.

There is a maze...

"Lingyun pen, this is the signature, it should be your mother." Lin Qianwei could pull the topic away and didn't want Yin'er to be nervous.

"Well, it turns out that this is my mother's pen name..." Yin'er was indeed concerned and thought with interest.

After lifting this shocking painting, I saw a corner of the glacier. There was originally a closed cave afterwards. Lin Qian and Yin'er passed by, and the walls on both sides were full of paintings, which were dazzling and breathtaking.

"This should be called a 'painting wall'. It turns out that my mother is a great painter!" Yin'er looked at the signatures of these paintings, and they were all "Lingyun Pen". The paintings are as famous as their names, and the brushwork was first-class. Initially, there were several pictures of flowers, birds, insects and fish.

, It has a natural emotion, a strong spirit and a good spirit. Later, I saw a few pictures of thin bamboos, and the rugged joints were seen, which showed much progress than flowers, birds, insects and fish. I walked a few more steps and posted them on the wall.

Most of the contents are landscapes, rivers, and the skills are exquisite, which teach people to be in the scene. Especially there is a picture of Qiantang River tide, although it is just a static painting, it can actually show that "sound drives thousands of riders and rushes thousands of air

The sound and spirit of the mountain come, at this moment, the excellent technology is no longer worthy of praise. This spirit and artistic conception are comparable to those of the world. Lin Qian suddenly felt something was wrong: Lingyun's pen should not be Liu Yue, but Wanyan Yonglian

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Before he could speak, Yin'er exclaimed: "No, this Lingyun pen is my father, not my mother." Lin Qian was stunned and came back to her senses, and saw Yin'er pointing at the signature and reading the era: "Da Ding Si

I wrote it in 2019. The fourth year of Dading in Jin Dynasty was the second year of Longxing in Song Dynasty. My mother was only five years old. No matter how prodigy was, she could not draw such a good painting!”

"Yes, yes!" Lin Qian nodded. The previous paintings have never had an era, but in terms of skills, they should have been four years earlier than this Dading.

It is strange that the previous paintings not only improved in stages, but also had many pictures in each stage, which together were hundreds and thousands, crowded and complex. However, it was a section four years after Dading.

During his days, with the rapid increase in accomplishments, the number of paintings on the walls decreased sharply. Lin Qian calculated that it was at the age of twentieth, Wanyan Yonglian began his career in battle.

"When my father was young, he should have been a young prince who was proficient in Chinese and calligraphy and painting. He was full of knowledge and elegant and romantic." Yin'er turned to look at the long journey, and had endless aftertaste.

"No wonder the 'Shengjing Qixiu' he later established was a first-class calligrapher, painter and medical scientist in the Jin Dynasty... I thought he was a vassal, but now I think he is so ashamed." Lin Qian nodded and sighed.

"The princes and nobles have no choice but to learn." Yin'er smiled. As she said, Wanyan Yonglian was a prince after all. In addition to the ambition and desire to plunder that had been tempered for years of conquest, he still had royal blood.

The aristocratic atmosphere is very different from the wild family.

However, in the mountains and rivers all over the walls, a picture of a lady with different styles and stiff techniques suddenly inserted into the walls. She looks like a naughty child's graffiti, and the paper is much worse than that of Lingyun's pen, of course, even the pseudonym is

No, Qian Yin immediately understood that this must have been done by Liu Yue in childhood, which happened to follow Wanyan Yonglian's youth.

"Haha, did you start with the picture of a lady?" Yin'er was even more excited, so she pulled Qian and wanted to trot all the way. This period of Wanyan Yonglian's sedimentation period was obviously always fighting, while Liu Yue transitioned from childhood.

When the graceful girlhood was born, the level of painting should be called a rapid progress, and of course there are countless.

One minute on the stage, ten years of hard work off the stage, nothing wrong. Liu Yue didn't know how much writing and writing she had to spend when she walked a few steps. When she was young, she was also talented and beautiful, and she was free and easy.

In addition to the pictures of ladies, there are mostly mountains, rivers, and the lines are outlined lightly and delicately, which can be distinguished from Wanyan Yonglian. Moreover, the mountains and rivers are mostly dominated by the scenery of Wuxia Xiaoxiang, with fishing boats singing at night, and the smoke and clouds of Dongting are all in.

During this period, the morning sunset was shining and the weather was full of atmosphere. "Tai'an clouds and the willow moon in Dongting" were also said to have been many years. I think this is why the two people from all over the world met and appreciate each other, thus guiding Yin'er in this way of life.

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Listening to Lin Qian sighing at the two people who were called together, the circle of his eyes turned red: "My mother has painted so many Dongting Lakes, but in the end, she drowned there..." Lin Qian pressed her shoulder to comfort her: "Maybe your mother, she

It was the fairy from Dongting Lake who came to the world for a while and finally went there again." Yin'er burst into tears and smiled: "It's really not that uncomfortable to be associated with gods and gods."

Turning around, Liu Yue's painting finally began to be signed, but the name was unexpectedly called "A Issue of the Jianghu".

Lin Qian once thought that Liu Yue was frivolous and disdainful, so she could have the "Lingyun Pen". Later, she thought that Wanyan Yonglian would of course have a conceited youth, so she convinced herself that Lingyun Pen was Wanyan - but even so,

I didn't expect that Liu Yue's name would be Qingke.

"The tired girl, the little girl, is forced to say sadness to write new poems." Yin'er smiled and said, after walking for a long time, she finally came to a relatively spacious area, where the paintings here were hung in the air

The display may be because of a lot of it, so it is impossible to post one by one and take up space.

"There are so many paintings, and the inspiration or interest are obviously from each other." Lin Qian came from the depression and saw the place spectacular and enthusiastic, and immediately felt it.

Around this area, one is straight and half circle, and the other is back and half circle. Lingyun pen and the paintings of Jianghu are arranged at intervals, rising and falling, and entangled endlessly, from the same time to the same end, both in fighting and blending. Lin Qian, Lin Qian, is both in the battle and in the same way.

It can be seen that during this period, the two of them were really like fish in water. They were probably often grinding each other and singing happily. This was the 19th year of Dading, that is, the sixth year of Chunxi of the Southern Song Dynasty, and Lin Qian was just born.

The most intense period of internal strife in the Short Dao Valley was also the most intense period, and Wanyan Yonglian's first wife finally opened her heart after the death of her first wife.

Liu Yue, who was trained to be meticulously trained to make a detailed work, showed an amazing calmness and calmness here, and has been retained and deepened. As people began to hide secrets, the painting gradually became deeper.

The artistic conception of "the boat crossing in the wild is scattered by the boat" comes out naturally, and the streams painted under the moon reveal a hint of Zen "the bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows on the stones", which is intriguing.

Wanyan Yonglian's paintings also shifted to the realism. Most of the situations contain love, hate, love, hatred, birth, old age, sickness, death, or suffering from people. The longest painting during the period, both with beacons and sword light

, defeated horse, horn, black kite, dead branches, dead corpses, wreckage, and at the end of the picture, the back of a general, Lu Qiao. Qian was shocked. Looking at this picture as if he was looking at his own mentality, Wanyan Yonglian, he did not

For any utilitarian purpose, he did not lose his conscience after repeated plunder and attacks. He knew that his hands were covered with blood and knew that the result of stopping the war was still blood flowing.

Home is home...

Lin Qian sighed heavily. The Short Knife Valley and the Anti-Jin Alliance completely made Wanyan Yonglian a mistake. His starting point should actually be to save the world from danger.

"Hmm? What's the sigh?" Yin'er asked.

"I didn't expect that he was so compassionate to the world and worry about the country and the people." Lin Qian turned his head and stared at Yin'er, "No, I actually thought of it. He named you "Mu Yan" just to regret the war for the people.

The suffering brought by it.”

"Sometimes, wars and the people may only choose one..." Yin'er lowered her head, and this matter was difficult to complete.

"It's not just the people." Lin Qian continued to move forward with Yin'er. Gradually, Liu Yue's paintings began to become less, and Wanyan Yonglian's style became a little brighter. It can be seen from the anniversaries of Liu Yue and Wanyan Yonglian's paintings that they sometimes

He can use the year name of the Song Dynasty, and sometimes he can use the year name of the Jin Dynasty. It doesn’t matter at all, and it is obviously not distinguished from the Hu and Han Dynasty. This state may not be achieved by anyone today, and Lin Qian secretly admires it.

"Huh? In the eighth year of Chunxi, why did my mother stop painting at that time? She gave in to her father?" Yin'er was still unconscious, and Lin Qian smiled but said nothing.

"Hmph, you know again, but you won't tell me." Yin'er pouted.

"She rarely had paintings during that time, so she should have focused on nurturing a little life." Lin Qian looked at Yin'er with a hint of love.

"..." Yin'er suddenly remembered that she was born that year... She couldn't help but smile, and Lin Qian actually used her little life to describe her.

I was so happy at that time. I was so immersed in this mood. Maybe I would be a talented woman when I grew up... But now I am so happy... I am so old now, and I really want to do it for the sake of the

A man is giving birth to a little life... "Mom, she had given birth to me when she was twenty-three years old. I have to work harder and not be behind her." Yin'er continued to test Lin Qian.

After reading about half a circle of paintings, Lin Qian took her to the next passage, which made her feel disappointed and not answered her. She didn't know whether he didn't understand or pretended not to understand, and it was difficult to repeat it casually, so it seemed so deliberate.

So my heart kept wandering around. When I was struggling, I suddenly heard Lin Qian say, "It's amazing."

Yin'er looked in the sound and there were still paintings on both sides of the passage, but after the autumn of the eighth year of Chunxi, he left a painting of Liu Yue's last painting, and Wanyan Yonglian had no works again. Lin Qianqi's not these, this one

There seemed to be several miles behind the lengthy passage, and there were still many pieces of white paper hanging on both sides as if waiting to be written.

"It turns out that they hope they can't finish this road..." Yin'er burst into tears. The sudden accident of her mother was obviously unexpected. A unique love came to an abrupt end, and the length of time was just not

In two years, my father and mother had a first half of their lives through calligraphy and painting, and they also decided on the second half of their lives. That was to continue to comfort each other with poetry and painting in the unstoppable wars between the Jin and Song dynasties.

But... when the only two of them in this world ignore the distinction between Jin and Song, then they are wrong.

It seemed that half a moment had passed underground, and it had been late from evening to midnight. In order to arrest Lin Qian by the second prince's order, all the officials and soldiers of Huining Mansion lived a life of the same age as the top and bottom.

At night, the streets and alleys were brightly lit. Every team of Jin soldiers patrolling the city greeted him when they met, saying hello, saying there was no news and then passing by and continued to trot. The entire Huining County was full of soldiers and chaos.

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The people responsible for patrol and hunting were ghosts and monsters. At the first time Lin Qian left with injuries, the four city gates in the east, west, south and north were already under the twelve primordial spirits of Qin Shi, Helian Huayue, Wanyan Zhan, and Wanyan Wang.

The blockade was logically blocked. Lin Qian was still in the city, but he found him for the whole night and was not heard from him.

"You are the one who reports to Lord Helian/General Wanyan/General Qin, Lin bandits are still missing!" "This is impossible!" The twelve souls all know that this is their best chance to catch Lin Qian!

"There must be somewhere you haven't searched." Qin Shi said coldly.

"Also, the residence of the princess and Lord Chen... the young people dare not offend."

"Let's not talk about the princess's residence, 'shoulder' are all there. Chen Zhu's residence...the article will be big." Helian Huayue pondered, "Go to the East City, the North City, and the South City, and tell the other generals respectively.

, Come with me and go to Chen Zhu’s mansion to search!"

At the same time, Wanyan Wang also used his brain on the city tower: "Chen Zhu... rumored that he had a close relationship with Lin Qian."

Wanyan looked at the two quietest parts of the city and frowned.

Almost at the same time, four twelve primordial spirits arrived outside Chen Zhu's mansion together. In terms of status, the twelve primordial spirits were actually the same as the top ten in Jin Nan. However, Chen Zhu was a senior after all, and a celebrity in front of Wanyan Yonglian, so he had to mobilize all his troops.

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"General Chen Zhu, hiding the imperial offender is a death sentence! You must consider your head!" When Wanyan Wang was rude and intimidated, Qin Shi stared at Chen Zhu expressionlessly as if he wanted to see through him. Helian Hua

Yue Sixiao said nothing, and Wanyan Zhan was serious and obviously thoughtful: "General Chen, offended."

"What should I do if I can't find it?" Chen Zhu sneered, pressing the sword with great power.

"If you can't find it, Wanyan Wang will be punished and kowtowed to General Chen a hundred times!" The other three twelve souls did not have time to stop them, and let Wanyan Wang say such a shameful punishment, and even brought them three together.

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To be continued...