"It turns out that the divine fortune teller is such a person. Unless someone is proficient in hexagram techniques, it would be difficult to get a clue of it!" Ding Yi sighed inwardly. After a while, he paid the bill, stood up and left the tea stall, picked up the dead wood crutch, and continued.
After walking forward for a while, a simple wooden house appeared in the distance. Next to the wooden house stood rows of green bamboos. The green bamboos were swaying in the wind like girls, with their slender figures dancing beautifully and charmingly.
At this time, Ding Yi pulled the door knocker that was shiny due to long-term use, opened the red lacquered wooden door with a creak, then crossed the threshold, sat next to the simple coffee table, skillfully grabbed the bronze teapot and poured it into the dark red tea cup.
When I pour tea, the sound of the water turns from crisp to murky.
When the tea was almost reaching the edge of the cup, he put down the teapot as if he could see it. At the same time, he gently took a sip with a calm expression, then put down the cup again. After tasting the tea with relish, he stood up and walked to the study with a dead wood cane. He stood there.
When he reached the side, his face with closed eyes was facing the rustling green bamboo, recalling a certain situation thoughtfully.
"Alas, the bamboos are whistling in the wind, and the heart can feel soothed. Who can understand the reason? The only bamboo in the painting!" Ding Yi sighed silently, turned around and leaned against the sandalwood desk, put the dead wood crutch on the edge of the table, and pulled it over casually.
A piece of Huanggong rice paper, which is as textured as an egg membrane, as firm as jade, as thin and smooth as jade, skillfully spreads it to both sides, grabs the square stone to press the corners, slowly and leisurely rolls up the cuffs, and reaches for the crane-patterned pen holder on the side.
"Young Master, your pen..." At some point, Long Er quietly came to the desk. With quick eyes and quick hands, he bent down and handed over a Feimeng Howling Wolf Xuanhao brush with both hands respectfully. Then he lowered his head and sharpened it with concentration.
Mo Lai.
"Long'er? When will you come back? How are things going with Marquis Zhongyong?" Ding Yi held the brush in his right hand and froze it in mid-air, with his right hand on his waist. His face was as calm as water, but he seemed slightly worried.
"Back to the young master, I chased the killers from the street. When I was about to intercept the killers, they jumped from all the entrances like a flood, so I chose the nearest one to pursue quickly, and finally I was caught in the mountains more than ten miles away.
Captured. When I wanted to press for details, the other party suddenly bit the poison between his teeth, foamed at the mouth and died. After thinking about it, I rushed to the Tang Mansion for rescue, but the killer was nowhere to be seen. After waiting for a long time, he remained the same. I
It is expected that the killer saw me chasing him, changed the time of the assassination, and rushed back first!" Long'er said while grinding the ink.
"Well! That must be the case! But the killer has not been eliminated, and the danger of Marquis Zhongyong still exists. You need to wait again tomorrow!" Ding Yi gently shook the brush and said.
"Yes!" Long Er promised.
After a while, Ding Yi clamped the brush and dipped it in a few drops of ink like a dragonfly. Then he raised his head and meditated for a long time before bending down and swaying, and drew a series of wonderful arcs smoothly and smoothly without moving his arm at all.
position, but the wrist is flying as fast as a rotor, and a series of shadows of the brush stay directly above the rice paper. Just from these shadows, you can feel that this painting must be extraordinary.
If you look carefully, you will feel that your eardrums are beating with the rustling sound of green bamboo outside. His expression is immersed in it, and the figure of a woman gradually appears in his heart. She is free and easy, like a fairy descending to earth.
, the bright moonlight floating in the sky suddenly lost all its luster like a fish sinking into the water in shame after seeing Zhaojun. She stood quietly by the bamboo forest, silently staring at the bamboo leaves, bamboo joints, and bamboo patterns, her expression was so happy.
Complacency, when people see it, not only will they not have the slightest thought of infringement, but they will kneel down and worship you unconsciously.
Ding Yi's wrist movements followed his thoughts, making the original painting become more refreshing and intoxicating. After a while, the brush froze in mid-air, and Ding Yi quietly looked at the rice paper. It turned out to be as white as snow. However, suddenly,
An extremely beautiful bamboo shadow that cannot be seen with the eyes but can be felt with the heart is presented in the painting.
At this time, when I looked at the brush carefully, I saw a mysterious breath flowing along the fingers into the ink droplets that were about to drip. The ink droplets flashed crystal clear but never fell.
Ding Yi touched the top of the rice paper with his left hand, and an unpredictable hexagram appeared in his palm. Mysterious energy poured into the center of the ink droplet, and like a silkworm swallowing silk, it shot out a thin line of ink, following the trajectory of the brush just now.
Penetrate into the rice paper.
Gradually, the sprouting branches and buds like the rejuvenation of the earth continue to stretch outward and grow, rhizomes, bamboo joints, bamboo leaves, bamboo patterns... until they turn into graceful green bamboos. From a distance,
It is as if you can see the looming Yin and Yang hexagrams and feel the vitality among them.
After the painting was completed, it was already dark. "Young Master, this bamboo is full of aura like a fairy descending from heaven, like a dream, and has mysterious and mysterious secrets. It is much better than the previous one..."
Cha! Cha! Cha!
Ding rolled the picture into a scroll and strolled towards the candlestick. The circle on the edge of the picture was slowly lit. As the flame slowly climbed forward, the front part turned into sections of paper ashes.
"For many years, the young master has always destroyed one painting after another, but I don't know why?" Long'er has followed Ding Yi for many years and has been puzzled by the true meaning. Every time he asked, he always failed. Now he can only
I kept sighing silently.
"Master often says that one hexagram is the universe. This painting is just like a hexagram, but it is ever-changing. However, I have used hexagrams in painting for so many years, but I can only get the shape but not the spirit. I really don't know when I will be able to break through and solve the mystery of my life experience...
"Huh..." The painting had burned to the end. Ding Yi, who was deep in thought, gradually felt a surge of fire in his hand, which reached his fingertips. The Taoist priest felt pain and waved his hand repeatedly. This suddenness disrupted his thoughts, and he saw the Taoist priest murmuring.
Said: "The beauty is like fire, turbulent in my heart, but this fire is no longer the soft candlelight of the past, it has long been turned into ashes. Things have changed."
Who is it? Long Er gave a soft shout, and his short body flew up like an ape climbing a tree, as fast as a ghost. A series of afterimages flashed behind him, and he followed the black shadow hovering in the room with his eyes like a torch.
When the black shadow saw Long'er chasing after him, he quickly gathered up his vitality and started flying. Long'er's energy rushed back like a rocket, and the two of them chased each other in circles.
After circling for more than ten times, when he saw the black shadow and was about to be overtaken, he suddenly circled around the beam of the roof and swooped down. The overlapping sword energy transmitted a dazzling light, and in a moment it gathered into a sharp sword.
The shape hit Ding Yi's Tianling Cap like a falling meteor. At this moment, Long Er's figure had disappeared in mid-air.
The sound of Long Er drawing his sword came to Ding Yi's eardrum. He raised his head and looked at the black shadow without fear, shook his head and sighed: "Oh, the dragon pattern sword is going to drink blood again!"
Phew! The black shadow didn't see any movement, nor did he sense any change in breath. He just felt a cold on his neck, and immediately there was a sword mark as deep as his throat bone. The blood flowed like an underground fountain, and his eyes were extremely intense.
He looked in disbelief at Long Er, who had been standing quietly beside Ding Yi for some time with a steady breathing. Half a second later, his body hit the ground with a bang.
"Young Master, he is a killer, but he is not like someone sent by Dugu City!" Long Er quickly searched for the dead figure, but found nothing after a moment. He couldn't help but look at Ding Yi and said with a deep frown.
"In the past two years, I haven't met anyone from Dugu City again, which proves that he has believed that we are dead. The man in black in front of me must have been sent by others, but I don't know why! Unfortunately, the three hexagrams are finished today, and we can only wait for tomorrow
The divination question is solved!" Ding Yi's expression was quite solemn, but it disappeared in an instant.
"Well! When I go to the Tang Mansion tomorrow, I will stop by to inquire about the news!" After Long'er finished speaking, he started to dispose of the body. At this time, in the Gu Shang Immortal Room, he was sitting in front of the case, meditating on the strange hexagram he had seen today.
, suddenly a warning sign appeared on his back, his body moved back with lightning, his hands turned up, his vitality surged from his Dantian, and in a blink of an eye, it condensed and sprayed out four pillars of light, and he shouted loudly: "Who are you, why do you want to sneak attack on me?
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"Hexagram Immortal, although you are one of the divine hexagrams, you have not been able to solve the strange hexagram. Now you are going to die!" Black shadows flashed like wind in the light pillar, the cold light was cold, and the floating breath shook the case.
of fragmentation.
"I have solved thousands of hexagrams, but due to my limited hexagram skills, I cannot solve them all. If according to what you said, I will lose my life because I cannot solve the hexagrams today, wouldn't I have ten more lives?" said the hexagram master Immortal Beisheng.
Liang Qi sensed in his heart that his opponent was quite powerful, and immediately asked him verbally, hoping to gain more time to gather energy to attack.
"I can't control other hexagrams, but today's strange hexagram is like this. Except for divine fortune tellers, all fortune tellers like you who can't decipher the hexagrams will die!" Black Shadow said coldly.
"Why?" the immortal on the hexagram asked urgently.
"The dead don't need to know the reason! Chi!" After saying this, a sharp wind blade flashed in the space, turning into a half-moon shape and cutting through the light beam easily like a knife cutting tofu, and then broke into the hexagram Shangxian.
Oh! The hexagram master just groaned, and all his breath disappeared like clouds. His body collapsed to the ground as soft as cotton, and the black shadow flashed away. At this moment, Taoist Xuanji, Xu Banxian and other divine hexagram masters were lying down separately.
On the bed, sleeping or thinking, suddenly a cold light flashed in the room. Before they could react, their breath was only left to come in and out.
The next day, Long Er went out to inquire about the news. Not long after, he saw a hurried look on his face. As soon as he entered the door, he said: "Master, something happened!" Ding Yi, who was meditating in the bed, raised his eyebrows. Long Er continued: "Mu Feng
Something big happened in the city. Those who went to Dongfanghai Pavilion yesterday, such as Taoist Xuanji, Xu Banxian, Gua Shangxian and other fortune tellers, all died mysteriously. Now only the young master and the fortune teller are left!"
Ding Yi Gujing Bubo's face suddenly changed, and then quickly returned to its original state half a second later. He lifted his feet off the bed thoughtfully, put on his shoes calmly and walked to the table aside, poured a cup of tea and sipped it quietly.
Take a bite.
Seeing Ding Yi sipping the tea leisurely, Long'er felt as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions. "It's really good tea!" Ding Yi sighed softly. After a while, Ding Yi
His expression tightened, his cuffs trembled slightly, and with a jingling sound, six copper coins slid into his palm. His five fingers seemed to be circling softly around his fingers, and the Qi around him suddenly turned leisurely. The weak and invisible hexagram breath slowly surged like water waves.
According to the mysterious trajectory of heaven, yang and earth yin, they are integrated into the fingers. The hexagrams begin to play out.