The cold rain cannot be heard through the quiet window, so I turn on the lamp and look at the Peony Pavilion.
There are people in the world who are obsessed with me, but Xiaoqing is the only one who is sad.
——"Untitled" Feng Xiaoqing (Ming Dynasty)
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In the blink of an eye, years have passed by. The past is so clear, as if it just happened yesterday.
How happy I was at that time, especially the time I was ordered to sketch on the Jialing River.
In the most beautiful time of spring, when the flowers are blooming, Xiaojiao and I took a bamboo raft in the river and traveled around the Jialing River. Looking far into the distance, we will remember the beautiful mountains and rivers, the beautiful hills and valleys in our hearts.
After returning to Chang'an, I concentrated on painting and painted it in one day. The beautiful scenery of three hundred miles along the Jialing River came to life on the paper. Even the imperial concubine praised this painting, which aroused her homesickness.
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It took Wu Daozi a long time to come out of his memories. He said to the three of them: "Whenever I ran out of ideas for painting, Xiaojiao demonstrated his superb swordsmanship to me over and over again, guiding me from sword to painting, and from painting to Taoism. From then on, I used the brush like this
When dancing with a sword, the ink is splashed like flowers on a sword, and the brush is swept like a whirlwind, all in one go.
Xiao Jiao taught me, Zeng Qing, how to add wall fish to paintings to add luster. All you need to do is to mash Zeng Qing and Bookworm, the raw materials for making elixirs produced in Yuzhou and Ezhou, and mix them into paint. The Bodhisattva outlined is like a real person, with bright and shining eyes.
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I used this method to paint the images of Manjusri Bodhisattva, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva and the Coiling Dragon Conquering Demons in Ci'en Temple. The eyes of the two Bodhisattvas painted can move with the movement of the viewer, making them want to speak; the Coiled Dragon and the dragon beard are as vigorous as
The iron, horns are like halberds, and dragon scales are like armor. When I get close, I feel a stinging sensation. These paintings shocked the painting world and made me famous in Chang'an.
In the end, Xiaojiao broke his oath and taught me the secret of his master's magic - illusion. After I learned it, I used this technique to paint and painted five huge chi dragons on the Datong Hall. These five chi dragons were shining with golden light, showing their teeth and claws.
Coiled around the thick beams in the center of the hall.
His Majesty was overjoyed and praised: "Taozi painted dragons and flying unicorns. Every time it rained heavily, clouds and mist appeared, vivid and vivid, as if they were about to burst out of the pillars!"
It can be said that without Xiao Jiao, I would only be a master of painting and would not be able to become a great painter.
Unfortunately, glass is fragile and love is fragile. We still reached the end of the forked road."
"Since you love each other so much, why did you separate again?" Princess Qingluan was puzzled.
Wu Daozi sighed: "Our encounter was destined to be fruitless from the beginning. Although I come from a poor family, my family background is innocent, and my family does not allow me to marry a Jiaofang dancer as my wife.
Xiaojiao knew this from the beginning.
She said to me, 'I know I'm not good enough for you. You only like me because I'm beautiful. Once my appearance fades, you will abandon me.'
Xiaojiao never asked me to marry her, she just hoped that the two of us could be together for a few more years.
We naively think that as long as we don’t think about it, all these problems will not be worries. In other words, we prefer to let time numb ourselves.
However, staying together without the promise of marriage is like a journey with no end. The longer the time goes by, the more depressed each other will feel, until they are overwhelmed and have to say goodbye.
Zen Master Guangxiao, the abbot of Zhao Jinggong Temple, was an old acquaintance of mine in Luoyang. The day when he asked me to paint "Hell Transformation" on the wall was when Xiaojiao and I were about to break up.
During that period of time, I was in a terrible mood. I was depressed and had no one to talk to, and I was irritable and irritable. I sat in front of the east wall, my pen was like a dead branch, and I had no inspiration at all.
Seeing that the agreed date for handing over the painting was approaching, the mural was still not completed. In order to avoid breaking the trust of the pilgrims and believers, the abbot Guangxiao Zen Master ignored my feelings and privately invited Huangfu Zhen to paint another "Hell Transformation" on the west wall of the temple.
Huangfu Zhen, whose origin is unknown, is my fierce rival. He is young, handsome, and talented. He has risen like a comet. Even my benefactor, Prince Ning, wants to recruit him as his disciple.
The whole of Chang'an is saying that he will soon replace me and become the number one painter in Chang'an.
I didn't take it seriously at first, until I saw Huangfu Zhen's "Pictures of Ghosts and Gods" on the south wall of Jingyu Temple in Xuanyangfang and the mural "Pure Land Transformation" in Bodhi Temple in Kangkangfang. I had to admit that my era had passed.
The day before the Bon Festival was Xiao Jiao's last day in Chang'an. She and I made an appointment to meet at a Dongshi wine shop. After the meeting, she made one last attempt to see if it was possible to save the relationship.
At that time, I had no thoughts, my heart was as gray as ashes, I was very drunk, and I said a lot of hurtful words.
Xiao Jiao just sat in front of me blankly, not arguing a word, just wringing his handkerchief and crying silently.
Just as I stood up and walked away, Xiaojiao suddenly wiped away her tears. She pointed at a scribe on the long street and said, "Sanlang, let me help you one last time before I leave."
After that, she left the tavern, bypassed everyone, covered her face with silk kerchief, and flew down from the eaves of the attic on the other side. She drew out her long sword and stabbed the scribe on the long street to death. Then, she jumped across the roof of the house.
, fled far away. Since then, there has been no news from him.
When I rushed to the scene, the scribe was lying in a pool of blood. He was not dead yet. His hands were covering his throat, and blood was gurgling out like a spring.
Among the crowd of onlookers, he recognized me and stared at me with his eyes wide open.
This person is none other than my mortal enemy—Huangfu Zhen.
From now on, no one can shake my position in the Tang Dynasty painting circle, and I no longer have lovers or enemies..."
After a long pause, Wu Daozi looked at Bai Fu and said: "This little brother is a person who knows how to paint. He is very accurate. No one who has never been to hell can paint such a mural."
After talking about the past, Wu Daozi seemed to have aged a few years.
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"Then how do you know we are here to see Gongsun Jiao?" Fang Shuliu returned to the original question.
"Because she returned to Chang'an, but she is no longer a human being, but a ghost seeking life!" Wu Daozi looked at the mural on the wall and smiled miserably.
"Where is she now?" Fang Shuguang asked.
"She's right behind you!"
The three of them were shocked and turned their heads quickly. They saw a woman in red standing in front of the mural "Hell Transformation". She was covered with a layer of gauze from beginning to end, as if she was floating down from the painting. Her whole body was translucent.
With a sinister and cold air.
The three of them were shocked.
Before the three of them could react, Gongsun Jiao flashed his sword and stabbed Fang Shuliu in the throat.
Fang Shuliu was about to dodge, but suddenly he found that his legs and feet were weak and unruly.
Fang Shuliu suddenly realized that the mural "Hell Transformation" itself is a very clever illusion. If you stare at it for a long time, you will be easily deceived by the illusion.
Bai Fu's situation was slightly better than Fang Shuliu's. He moved quickly, stepped on the Tianzhu and shook it, slid sideways and got closer, flipped his right hand, and grabbed Gongsun Jiao's wrist.
Gongsun Jiao turned his left hand around the cloud brush, and a red cloud brocade was like a swimming dragon, wrapping around his white arm.
Gongsun Jiao pulled it, like a long tassel in his hand, binding a blue dragon.
Bai Fu took one arm free and turned around alone. Like a falling goose, he turned around and came to Gongsun Jiao's back.
Gongsun Jiao's body was soft, he leaned back and stabbed Bai Fu's ankle with three swords. The movements were done in one go, like the wind blowing against a water lily, it was really graceful.
Bai Fu put his right arm on the ground, kicked out three consecutive kicks, and swept towards Gongsun Jiao's head. The force was like lightning flying into the sky, and a kick made a thunderbolt sound.
Gongsun Jiao didn't dare to take it hard, he shot the red cloud brocade with his left hand towards the beam of the house, rolled up the rainbow, and moved the blue dragon to blow the waves, avoiding the attack and swinging into the air.
Before Bai Fu could launch his second wave of attacks, Gongsun Jiao waved his right hand and three arrows hit Bai Fu's chest.
Bai Fu flipped upside down, with his head down and his feet up. He stretched out his phaseless legs and kicked three arrows. The arrows instantly shattered and turned into a sheet of ice mist, and the surrounding temperature cooled down rapidly.
Fang Shuliu yelled: "Be careful with illusions, this is an ice ghost arrow!"
Bai Fu secretly thought that something was wrong, he had already fallen into the ice formation.
During the battle with Gao Lishi, Gao Lishi broke off his finger and took away the dragon pattern ring. When he was in coma and imprisoned, the demon-conquering pestle he was wearing around his neck disappeared.
Yang Yichan's betrayal caused a flaw in Bai Fu's Taoist heart. Without the magic pestle, Bai Fu would not be immune to illusions.