Although this painting must be a lot of problems if professionals see it, and its level is average and is not up to standard, it has a completely different meaning for Qiuqiu.
The room was empty, but there were several scrolls of paintings on the shelf near the long window.
Qiuqiu put the drawing paper in his hand on it, and saw that there was an old painting scroll next to it, which was shorter than the ordinary painting scroll.
"What is this?" Qiuqiu turned around and asked.
"You can tell if you look."
Qiuqiu carefully took off the old painting, pulled the tether and spread the painting out.
The drawing paper has turned yellow, and it must have been something that has been put on for many years.
What's even more strange is that there are actually a few moldy ideas on the drawing paper.
Qiuqiu didn't believe that Shi'er would be insecure. Even if he didn't care about it, the others in Jiufeng were not just for a good meal.
"Where did you get this?"
"Why didn't I keep it myself?"
Qiuqiu's fingertips ticked a moldy point twice: "You are not as careless as someone."
"You gave it to me."
"I?"
Qiuqiu suddenly became interested and fully unfolded the painting.
The painting is a lake. Under the night, the lake looks silent and quiet, and there is an ancient tree by the lake.
"It's here that we found Huo'er."
Qiuqiu nodded.
She felt that the painting had a very wonderful feeling.
She couldn't say this feeling, just like a finger hooking the string on her heart and gently plucking it.
The string sound trembled, and the whole person and his hair were touched.
Qiuqiu touched her waist.
Mo Shuang's pen holder was rubbed by her ex-owner countless times, and the smooth and round feeling was something that could not be polished by a skillful craftsman.
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay, I'm..." Qiuqiu took Mo Shuang out: "Suddenly I remember Mo Shuang."
Shi'er glanced at the painting and then looked at Mo Shuang: "This painting was not painted by Mo Shuang, right? The person who painted it should be a senior from the Lishui Sword Sect, not the senior Shang Zhenshang of this sect."
But when it comes to the era, it is really the same. The senior Fujia who painted should be of the same age as Shang Zhen.
"I can't say it either. I just looked at this painting. I suddenly remembered the ink mist that it threw out last time?"
If Qiuqiu has any evidence, there is really no one.
She just had a feeling.
When she saw this ink color, she remembered Moshuang.
Qiuqiu joked: "Maybe they had exchanged ideas and exchanged ideas at that time, and then the painting seniors borrowed Moshuang."
She was really just a joke, but Shi'er nodded after pondering for a moment: "It's possible. If you can find Senior Shang's note or something, maybe what you said is not just a guess."
The two had various guesses about the painting and the pen.
"I have not yet fully understood the mystery of this painting." Shi'er said: "The more I think about it, the more mysterious I feel."
Qiuqiu smiled and said, "I think it is quite simple, it is just a lake and an ancient tree."
Her state of thought is quite simple, which is incomparable to Shi'er. So everything you see is simple, and whatever you see is what you see. When it comes to Shi'er's state, it is probably the kind of looking at mountains, not mountains, and not water.
I have little understanding of everything. When I can truly realize the truth, I will probably reach the legendary state of ascension.
Shi'er knew that she was wandering again when she saw her expression.
Her little head is always full of all kinds of strange ideas. Many times he can guess what she thinks, but when like this, he can't guess what she is thinking.
Qiuqiu laughed as she thought about it.
"What are you laughing at?"
Qiuqiu didn't say anything.
She looked at Shi'er.
She looked at him now. There was no such strange sense of distance as at the beginning.
At the beginning, this person looked so perfect. He didn't look like a real person.
But now she doesn't think that way.
In her eyes, the image of the head in his heart became more and more diverse.
Especially... they have skin-loving relationships.
This person is flesh and blood, emotions, joy and anger.
He is not a person standing tall in the clouds, nor is he a person standing thin in the painting.
"Come on, close your eyes."
Qiuqiu closed his eyes obediently.
Shi'er couldn't help but leaned over and kissed her lips gently.
"It's OK to open it."
Qiuqiu thought Shi'er asked her to close her eyes just to kiss her, but when she opened her eyes, she realized that it was not the case.
They are no longer in their original place.
They stood by the lake, beside them was an ancient tree with swaying branches and leaves.
Huo'er was lying on Dabai's back, looking around with his eyes open.
They stand in the painting.
Qiuqiu didn't feel too surprised when he encountered too many strange things these days.
"When Huo'er was still in the shell, he sank at the bottom of the lake. We don't know the origin of this space, where Huo'er's parents are, and who is the original owner here. There are too few information and clues left here.
After searching for a long time, I only found a little clue."
"Don't hurry, we don't lack time." Qiuqiu always felt a little inconspicuous when comforting people. She felt that this was not good, and she couldn't express her words: "Besides, it's not that important to know whether or not they are from these origins.
.We have inherited the past, but for us, what is important is the present and the future.”
"You're talking about it." Shi'er asked, "By the way, where is Mo Shuang?"
"Here." Qiuqiu untied the pen and handed it to him.
Shi'er looked at the gray color of the pen. The ink marks had been soaked for too long, and it seemed that they could not be washed off.
"If this painting was painted by Moshuang, did it exist before the painting, and the pen and paper are just tools to connect space, or... this space was simply drawn?"
"That won't be a magic pen Ma Liang..."
"Ma Liang?"
Qiuqiu explained: "It's a myth. It's said to be a poor boy because he is kind-hearted. The immortal gave him a magic pen. Everything drawn in the pen will become real. He painted a water wheel for the dry fields, water
The car really squeaks and turns over water..."
Qiuqiu looked at the ink frost in his hand.
Senior Shang realized the truth and ascended. No one has anything to do with An after ascending. It may be easy for ascending immortals to turn stones into gold and turn inaction.
But for Qiuqiu and others, it is still unimaginable.
"I think this is a bit like the seventh peak." Qiuqiu turned around and looked around.
Everything here is like static, including time, wind, and water. They form oneself, just like the seventh peak. They are another place independent of the world and are also separated from the axis of time.
"I think this is not a world created by a brush." Qiuqiu said softly: "The reason we have this association is because the scene on the painting is exactly the same as the scene by the lake. What, if I put the Seventh Peak now
Draw the roughly situation and think of a solution. When you touch the drawing paper, you can enter the seventh peak. It cannot be said that the seventh peak was created by my brush."
Of course, this is just their guess.
Dabai jumped around the big tree, and Huo'er rode on a branch, and didn't see it in a blink of an eye and didn't know how he climbed up. Moreover, the bark of the old tree looked very rough at first glance, and he looked like he was
It seemed like he was not afraid of hurting his tender butt at all. Look at Qiuqiu looking up at him. Huo'er happily let go of his hand and clapped loudly, then jumped. He pounced on Qiuqiu in a sport of a dog's slap in the food.
Got down.
Before Qiuqiu reached out to catch the fat man, Shi'er took the lead.
With a wave of his hand, he rolled up his sleeves and threw the fire one by one again and again. The fire was head-on down and a backward green onion plopped into the lake.
"Look at you." Qiuqiu always felt that Shi'er was not very good. Shouldn't he be concerned about and cared for his own spiritual pet? Huo'er is the only dragon pet in ordinary world. If someone else had such awesome
The spiritual pet must be held and coaxed at all times. I wish I could hold it on my head and offer it to me.
Of course, Huo'er would not be drowned, and he soon surfaced. He slapped the water droplets on his face randomly and grinned at Shi'er unwillingly.
Maybe Qiuqiu was worried too much. These two people have been together since the past. It has been more than a hundred years, and I haven’t seen Huo'er unable to stand the abuse and run away from home.
Qiuqiu sat on the edge of the lake, and Huoer looked like a balloon floating on the water, and his chubby hands and feet slapped the water several times and swam towards Qiuqiu.
After being comforted by Qiuqiu for a few times, Huo'er swam away with satisfaction.
It seems very familiar with this place, without any strangeness.
Qiuqiu dipped ink frost with a little water and drew deep and thick ink marks in the palm of his hand.
Shi'er sat next to her: "Is this the same thing as the Seventh Peak?"
"The Seventh Peak..." Qiuqiu thought for a while: "Some places are very similar, with abundant spiritual energy, and time is different from the outside world. However, the Seventh Peak is more energetic than here, sunshine, wind, and
There are birds and insects chirping, and there are even frogs jumping around the pond under the waterfall. Compared to this, it is simpler and quieter."
After a while, Qiuqiu said, "It would be great if I could go and take a look with you. The Seventh Peak is very mysterious and cannot be described in just a few words."
"Well," Shi'er said softly: "My mother was once the Palm Peak of the Seventh Peak."
"I have thought before, what does the Seventh Peak look like? It would be nice if I could see where she used to linger."
Qiuqiu held his hand.
This is a very simple thing for others, but it becomes difficult to put it in Shier.
Maybe this wish will never be achieved.
"Then, I'll take a closer look for you next time."
Shi'er said seriously: "Thank you then."
"You're welcome."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
"How do you feel when practicing qigong these days?"
When the two were together, Qiuqiu always felt that time passed quickly, and a long time had passed without realizing it. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, and yours.
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ps: I feel very confused... It suddenly rained and cooled down today, and it was so cold