Seeing that Lu Daoxuan was weak, Jiang Yan carried him on his back. Lu Daoxuan, who had always been arrogant and unwilling to show weakness, did not refuse.
"I probably won't be able to survive this disaster," Lu Daoxuan said.
"How could it be? I will take you back to Qingdu right now. With Lord Wei and Su Kou here, you will not die. You still have to watch me get married and have children." Jiang Yan felt a little sad.
"The disaster list of credit card holders is indeed magical. Look at it, isn't it Daqingshan?"
Their location happened to be on the hillside of a green mountain. It was already November, but Daxuan City was located in the southern country and the mountains were still full of beautiful scenery.
"In life, old age, illness and death, I can see who can escape from the laws of heaven." Lu Daoxuan was very relieved.
"I want to study as a young child, meet the favor of my mentor Xiaoyao Gong and become his disciple, and have my senior brother Qi Cifeng and my junior brother Wei Changli accompany me. It is truly a blessing in my life.
When he was young, he made a living by painting, carrying a bookcase and traveling all over the dangerous mountains and rivers in Yuling. He often lived in the mountains and forests, sitting in danger all day long, watching the mist and mist, observing the wind, moon and gloomy sky. He traveled over three mountains and five mountains to visit the secret places of the world, and used the beautiful scenery and wonders he observed.
Beasts enter the painting.
The carved colors of clouds and clouds reflect the beauty of the painter's craftsmanship, and the beauty of the vegetation creates the name of all phenomena.
I met you when I was old, and I developed a love for talents in Nanping Town, so I accepted you as my disciple by accident.
I thought that this life was complete and that dying in the mountains would be the best ending. Unexpectedly, I met my destiny again, marrying a loving wife and having children."
Lu Daoxuan laughed as he spoke.
"You said that your master and I were able to enjoy life even before I died. God has treated me very well."
"Yes, so you should live on. You are the number one painter of Yuling and you are also known as Wanxiang Biji. How can your child's talent be so bad? You will definitely be able to teach a little Wanxiang Biji after you live for decades.
"Exhaust"
"Look at what you said, if I continue to be greedy, even God will not stand it. I have long been bearish on life and death, but there is one thing that I still can't worry about." Lu Daoxuan sighed.
"It's the master's wife, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of them, at least I won't let the master's wife remarry."
Lu Daoxuan's words were too depressing. Jiang Yan wanted to lighten the atmosphere. After hearing this, Lu Daoxuan hit him on the head.
“Nonsense”
"Of course your wife and her son will be taken care of by Chang Li and those old painters from the Wen family. I have nothing to worry about. On the contrary, what I am most worried about is you..."
Jiang Yan's nose felt sour, the old man was still working hard for himself even on his deathbed.
"You, the blood of the Jiang family, have always caused disputes among the imperial spirits, especially the Baiyang Sect. Back then, my mentor, the second generation master of the Wen Mansion, led some old painters to kill the leader of the Baiyang Sect, Ci, after exhausting all their background.
Kill, but now it seems that the Ci people are not completely dead."
"Are you trying to say that the Ci people want to use my body to resurrect themselves?"
"I'm afraid it's like this. Your yin and yang enlightenment has matured and there are signs of fusion. The time has come for Ci's people to resurrect. If he resurrects, the world will be in chaos. So I guess the Baiyang sect will definitely take risks and become a hopeless one in the future.
Try to stay in Qingdu before entering the fairyland." Lu Daoxuan coughed violently as he spoke.
"Master, please stop talking and take a rest."
"If I don't say a lot of things now, I'm afraid I won't have the chance in the future." Lu Daoxuan patted Jiang Qian on the shoulder, signaling him not to interrupt him.
"Your painting skills are divine, but you have little experience in worldly affairs and do not know the dangers of the eight palaces. You are guilty of holding a jade in your hand. You will definitely suffer a lot of grievances in the future and be involved in countless disputes. Master hopes that you will be patient and take one step back before taking a step back. Don't be brave.
Even if you fight ruthlessly, you should not seek revenge for personal gain, let alone go on an evil path.
You are in a whirlpool, and I will not be by your side in the future. What you are most afraid of is that you will make a mistake because of your resentment and hatred, and fall into a catastrophe. Everything must be planned before taking action!"
Jiang Yan has been with the old papermaker since he was a child, and Lu Daoxuan's appearance is like a beam of light in the dark night. He is not only his master, but also his relative. With such an old man by his side, he can
Never make a wrong move.
“A painter should be the freest and most unrestrained person in the world. He can paint the landscapes, birds, and animals he likes until they are all over the place, love the people he likes passionately and unrestrainedly, and drink the wine he likes until he is drunk.
Master hopes that you will cry when you should cry, laugh when you should laugh, and go crazy when you should be crazy. Worldly opinions are like old clothes..."
Lu Daoxuan's voice was weak, and although he was still chattering incessantly, even Lu Daoxuan himself no longer knew what he was talking about, but every word he said pierced Jiang Qian's heart, and turned into a flood in his eyes.
Seeing Lu Daoxuan's hand hanging down helplessly, Jiang Yan couldn't bear it any longer, and his sad voice was carried far away by the wind blowing from Daqing Mountain.
No one knows that there is a small thatched pavilion on the highest peak in Tiandu. This thatched pavilion can only provide shelter from wind and rain, and there is not even any place to sit inside.
Wei Changli was sitting cross-legged in the pavilion, and opposite him was his senior brother Zhuji Buyu Qi Cifeng, who was once the closest to him and now regarded him as his enemy.
The two of them didn't make any moves when they met this time, and they didn't make any noise. Instead, they sat together in an extremely rare situation.
"The three of us have become famous since the moment we joined Wenfu, and we have countless auras attached to us, but I'm afraid no one knows that you are the biggest thorn in Wenfu.
He made fun of his classmates, made fun of his teacher, urinated in Jade Mirror Lake, built a nest on Wen Gong's willow tree, and almost burned his pen on fire and retreated from the pavilion." Wei Changli smiled bitterly, but now things have changed and people have changed.
"You're not much better. At a young age, you've been hanging out with fireworks and singing in Liuxiang every night without paying for it. After the Ehu meeting, you became a frequent visitor to Nanling. You steal wine and jade, and you're very romantic."
"Finally speaking, the only good student is my second senior brother. His infatuation with painting has always been regarded by the master as an example of literary talent."
"I didn't know why at that time, but I didn't like you from the first moment I saw you, and we had a quarrel from the time we were born together until we were born together, and one time we even had a fight.
As punishment, the master locked us up in a basket for half a year. I can't run around and you can't drink." Perhaps because of his age, all the unbearable past events have become jokes today.
"Fortunately, the second senior brother is always here. He sneaks into the Tilantan in the middle of the night every day, tells you interesting things about the outside world, and brings me fine wine, otherwise we would have been locked up and gone crazy.
He is the busiest and most tiring person between you and me arguing, trying to persuade people to make peace, but he is just a bad guy who would not even risk his life for others..."
Wei Changli burst into tears as he spoke, and Qi Cifeng did the same. The three brothers met when they were young and later became lifelong friends. They were among the people who were most saddened by Lu Daoxuan's death.
"Even this Guihao Pavilion was built by him from grass to tree. He also agreed that no matter how much we quarrel in the future, we will come here to get back together."
"We were all still young at that time, and all the noises could be solved. But now you and I have grown up to our necks, and have become the old stubborns we laughed at when we were young, even worse than them, so stubborn that even
To the point where I will not give up my position even to death.”
Wei Changli wiped his tears and poured three glasses of wine.
"No matter what our stance is, the three of us senior brothers will never be able to get together again. This cup should be regarded as a farewell to our senior brother."
"Farewell to him and farewell to us in the past. From now on, no one can make peace for you or me. After this cup, we will be mortal enemies when we meet again!"
Qi Cifeng raised his wine glass, drank it, and left without looking back. Wei Changli was left alone to look at the thousands of mountains wrapped in snow, and endless loneliness filled his heart.
Wei Changli put away all his emotions and cheered up. The longest cold night was about to come.