Chu Ming didn't care about the outside world at this moment. He was immersed in the picture he wanted to draw. That scene and those people were the most unforgettable after leaving Xuanyang Sect, and they would never be forgotten.
"What a strong spirit!"
Xiao Li was shocked. Being able to work as a waiter in Fengxue Winery was not as simple as it seemed. He only felt that Chu Ming exuded a heart-wrenching aura. It was not a murderous aura, but something like
An obsession that is like a whirlpool and can suck people into it.
"Huh..." Chu Ming sighed. His hand holding the pen finally moved, and with a swish, he drew a stroke on the rice paper. When this stroke fell, more people frowned.
, this stroke is messy and nothing can be seen.
But Chu Ming didn't care and made the second stroke.
The third stroke.
The fourth stroke.
Continuously swaying, dots of ink spread on the rice paper. It seemed not intentional, but it gave people a strange sense of integration, as if the dots of ink should appear there. Everyone looked at it, and an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
.
"Did he draw weeds?"
A literati frowned and spoke. In an hour, there were a lot of messy ink stains on the rice paper, but nothing could be seen. Only some weeds seemed to be drawn that were swaying in the wind.
"What kind of painting method is this? If you want to paint the grass on the mountain, why don't you paint the mountain first? Instead, you paint the grass first. You are indeed a layman."
The other scholar smiled and shook his head.
Chu Ming kept moving and never stopped, and the light in his eyes became more and more intense. After another hour, the weeds on the rice paper were clearly visible. The weeds were messy and looked like random scribblings.
Found everywhere.
Xiao Li frowned, feeling a little moved in his heart. Although he couldn't see what was being painted, he could feel that Chu Ming had melted into it. This was the highest state of painting!
Why should I draw? Because I want to, because I read...
"Bring me the wine!"
Chu Ming suddenly shouted loudly. He swish, swish, swish, his hands suddenly accelerated the rhythm. In the blink of an eye, he completely outlined a mountain peak. The mountain was very majestic. It was just a few simple strokes, not delicate, but full of vicissitudes.
The energy is coming!
Connected to those weeds, for a moment, the painting seemed to come alive.
Everyone present had the illusion that they were standing in the mountain and smelled the fragrance of the green grass.
"this……"
The eyes of the man who had looked down on Chu Ming before suddenly froze. He stood behind Chu Ming, looking at the picture and Chu Ming's back. He was shocked and speechless for a moment. Not only him, but all the literati were stunned.
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It only took a mountain peak and a few weeds to create such a mighty force!
Xiao Li's eyes flashed. He directly took a jar of wine and handed it to Chu Ming. Chu Ming didn't even look at it. He took it directly, slapped the mud seal off, and drank it very boldly.
When I stood up, some of the wine fell on the rice paper, and water lines appeared one by one.
Chu Ming started drawing again, and his eyes suddenly exuded a heroic spirit. The first person was drawn out. The man was holding a wine jar. He was extremely strong and had a heroic look between his eyebrows.
Feeling this, he was holding out the wine jar in the air, with a big smile on his face!
This person is a stone!
Immediately afterwards, Chu Ming took another sip of wine, and the boldness in his eyes suddenly changed into a kind of warmth. Swish, swish, the ink brush moved, and there was another person. That person was extremely handsome, looking like sunshine, but his eyes were beating.
With a little sharpness, he did the same, stretched out the wine jar and hit the strong man's wine jar.
Chu Ming drank again, and his eyes changed again. This time, it was sadness!
His hands were like dragons, and his pen and ink were like blood. Swish, swish, and the rice paper passed by in the blink of an eye. This time, it was another man. This man had a well-proportioned figure. He just appeared, and a murderous aura came out of his body, but... this man
But he has no face, and his expression cannot be seen. This person is Chu Ming.
He did the same, and another wine jar slammed up. Finally, these three people, three wine jars collided together, and some wine was scattered in the air! The place that was wet with the wine before was right next to the equipment. Cold eyes
At first glance, it looks like there is real wine spilled!
Chu Ming didn't stop, he drank all the remaining wine, and then suddenly dipped the remaining ink, and swiped the brush in his hand, swish, swish, little ink splashed, scattered on the rice paper, and fell on the earliest
The black ink halo around it.
After doing all this, Chu Ming stopped, the wine dried up, and the painting was finished.
And the people around him, almost all of them stared at the painting with wide eyes. The ink blur at the beginning was not a mistake. At this moment, combined with the last splash of ink, it was simply a moon, a moon.
Black moon!
Heaviness, vicissitudes of life, unwillingness, helplessness and other emotions come with the black moon!
In front of all of them, they seemed to see three men with different temperaments and different emotions, drinking under the moon in the overgrown mountain. As the three people's glasses collided, everyone heard a story that made them
The words on his face changed wildly: "Fuck!"
Deng Deng Deng——
There were even some painters with extraordinary artistic conception who took several steps back at the same time. Their faces turned red and their chests were filled with emotions that could not be expressed. The emotions were so overwhelming that they even wanted to rush out of Fengxue Winery and roar in broad daylight.
One sound!
That depression comes from this painting.
Everyone was shocked.
The first man looked at Chu Ming. His eyes were dull. This painting was very simple, but the meaning moved him. He understood what a dead painting is and what a living painting is. Chu Ming
The paintings made him appreciate the essence of painting.
Chu Ming's emotions seemed to be pulled back by the painting, a little bitter, but very nostalgic.
He slowly closed his eyes, trying to suppress the emotion, but he suddenly gave up the idea. He smiled faintly, opened his eyes again, and his eyes became more complicated. He said in a voice that only he could hear.
: "It is said that there are nine obstacles in the road of spiritual practice. Only after passing them can you understand the great road. This is the first obstacle for me, Chu Ming. I choose to remember it!"
He understood that his feelings, this nostalgia and inability to let go were an obstacle. It was said that time is ruthless, and cultivators need to cater to God's will and be emotionless, unsentimental, and forgetful of emotion. Only in this way can they have a smooth journey and reach the heaven.
Avenue.
But today, with the help of this Fengxue Winery and the pen and paper in his hand, he coincidentally encountered his first obstacle. However, he did not choose to cater to God's will. He chose the completely opposite path, remembering
!
He knew that if this was the case, the path of cultivation would become more and more bumpy in the future, but he had no regrets.
If a person forgets his feelings and his righteousness, what is the difference between this person and the walking dead?
"I, Chu Ming, are on the path of perseverance. Since I have determined that I will never look back, I will never forget them, and I will never..." He slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again, looking at the picture, Chu Ming smiled.
He said calmly: "This painting is a picture of drunken drinking under the black moon!"