Taoist chanting

Chapter 529 Master's retreat, I really didn't do it

In the wild wind and snow dance, little red plums stand proudly in the ice and snow.

Emotional and bony like a withered plum branch, slowly disappearing from the paper.

About one-third of the left side of the picture scroll, a large plum blossom with a mouth of a cup is rendered in full bloom, with appropriate shades, and the central stamen and petals are clearly outlined, forming a sharp contrast with the depth-of-field blurring of the entire picture, and bursting with vitality.

In the room on the second floor of the bamboo building, Zhang Wenfeng used vermilion, cyan and gamboge for the first time to paint in colors other than ink.

He needs to mix several colors to bring out the thickness and vigor of the plum blossom branches. The whole painting seems to have not much ink, and a large area of ​​fog is blank, but it took him a lot of time to create the atmosphere.

Hearing the whirring wind outside the bamboo building, and following the details of the snowflakes with the paintbrush, the feeling of wind, knife, frost and sword became more and more obvious in his mind.

On the short side, two children stretched their necks to watch the painting, admiring it without saying a word.

Hu Qiang'er has seen too many paintings by the master, and also thinks this painting is amazing, it seems to be a little bit better than the one painted for him.

Leng Xiang's feeling was shocking, the flowers blooming and falling for hundreds of years was her chaotic and instinctive way of cultivation, the master used a paintbrush to present the common flowers blooming, she just felt that every stroke was on her heart.

Joyful, yearning, lively, sad, strong...

Bit by bit of wind and rain, sun and rain, just appear in the picture scroll.

"Master, you have finished the painting, please sign the inscription and postscript."

Hu Qiang'er saw that the master stopped writing in a daze, so he reminded him in a low voice. He was worried that the ink pen in the master's hand would accidentally fall and damage the scroll.

"Oh."

Zhang Wenfeng regained his senses from the chaotic perception, dipped in ink, and wrote a line of elegant small characters on the right side: "I don't want to fight hard for spring, and I will be jealous of all the women." On the lower left side, I signed: "Zhang Wenfeng's painting in the midwinter month of Bingwu Year."

Putting down the brush, signaled Leng Xiang to take the painting away.

"Thank you sir!"

The little girl's eyes are shining, and her heart is going crazy with joy. The calligraphy and painting are suitable, timeless and wonderful.

Unexpectedly, without waiting for her begging, the master would easily give her the painting that directly hits the soul. She used magic to gently hold the ink dripping scroll, and went out carefully.

The joy on the little face could not be concealed, it was more moving than the plum blossom in the snow.

Hu Qiang'er saw that the master seemed to have something to gain, so he closed the bamboo door thoughtfully, and pasted a paper saying "Master retreats" on the door.

Zhang Wenfeng pulled out the broken bronze sword at his waist, and sat cross-legged on the futon with his hands crossed. For a moment, he was immersed in the various sword comprehension feelings brought to him by painting. , Regardless of winter, summer and spring and autumn.

Raise the sword with your heart, temper your sword with your heart.

Occasionally, traces of blue light appeared on the sword body, which disappeared in a flash.

The inside of the bamboo building has long been filled with green mist, and no one is seen. The invisible sword energy is densely distributed in the room, seemingly floating irregularly, but it does not damage the bamboo building at all. The chill is three points more than the freezing scene outside.

The snow had stopped and the sun was shining brightly.

The plum blossoms on the hillside are blooming more lively, and the red is as bright as spring.

The days passed day by day, but the closed door of the bamboo building was not opened. The head of the mountain came twice and asked Hu Qiang'er and the little girl to wander around outside the bamboo building where the master retreated several times a day.

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In Dingxi City, the sky is dark and gloomy, and the wind is dry and cold.

Hearing a knock on the courtyard door, Shi Nanguan put down his small regular script brush, stopped copying scriptures, got up and went to open the door.

He doesn't expect the captain who holds a long gun to clean these chores every day, let alone Tie Jinlin, who dumps items on the table next to him and keeps accounts. On the days when they don't have missions, Yan Jing spends most of the time with the newcomer Cui Zhongxian. The Injury Inspection Department in the city helped, and Shang Qingyun spent half a day in Donglin Pavilion to ask people about the formation.

He, the vice-captain, was so busy copying scriptures every day.

Opening the courtyard door, I saw a shy and slightly shy face that was not familiar.

Shi Nanguan hooked the shoulder of Zhuang Yu who came to the door, dragged him enthusiastically into the yard, and closed the door with a "bang" with his foot, and shouted: "Brothers, you are a distinguished guest, please treat me well."

Wei Jingjie stepped out of the threshold of the main room with his polished long gun in his hand, smiling with white teeth showing.

Tie Jinlin didn't even care about keeping accounts, and was busy putting the loot and spirit stones into the storage space. He was not afraid of thieves stealing them, but he was afraid of thieves thinking about them.

Pressing the treasure hidden in his chest, Tie Jinlin rushed out of the main room and ran to the front of the captain, he laughed and said, "What kind of wind brought Brother Yu here today? Brother, you are so small. You have to hold back a few punches, you should get to the bottom of it first, we have never beaten the master's apprentice, so we won't let the master know, can you wear shoes for us?"

Clenched fists "cluck".

Zhuang Yu clasped his hands together with a smile on his face: "Brother, I was knocked down with one punch, and I can't bear the fists of my brothers." He took out a note with his right hand and unfolded it to Tie Jinlin: "Brother, I'm here to pay off the debt. Last time Thank you brothers for your generosity, you saved me a lot of time, I will go to the most expensive restaurant on the street to set up a table later, order casually, even if you frown, you will not be called a man."

Tie Jinlin took the note, saw that it was written by the head of the mountain, and handed the note to the captain.

Shi Nanguan glanced at it, and let go of his tight arms with a hey smile: "They're all my brothers, so I'll see you if you're too polite, and eat something at home... Old Tie, which restaurant is the most expensive in the city?" Zhuang Yu adjusted the crumpled robe.

After making a fuss for a while, they walked into the main room.

Zhuang Yu greeted Lord Donkey and put down a jar of good wine.

"What's the matter with that? Tell us quickly, while Quiet is not at home."

Shi Nanguan couldn't wait to ask.

"I've been practicing in the Taoist temple these days, and I haven't gone anywhere. I don't know what you're talking about, Brother Pumpkin?"

"Believe it or not, I punched your nose and face with a punch the size of a sandbag, making you unable to leave the house."

Shi Nanguan said angrily, stretching out his hand to wrap his neck, Tie Jinlin laughed and began to clenched his fists again, the captain grinned and showed his white teeth, entered their den, how dare you not invite it?His clothes were all stripped off.

"Don't mind, brothers, why can't you take a joke."

Zhuang Yu pushed away Xiaopang's restless paws, took out a piece of yellow paper from his cuff, and said: "My friend in Qizhou sent a message yesterday, saying that the boy suffered retribution. gone."

He waited in the Taoist temple for his master to leave the seclusion, in order to pay homage to his master. After waiting for more than ten days, he finally got good news from Qizhou, and he didn't need to make any follow-up moves.

It was one of the apprentices of the former old temple master of Jinfeng Temple who used the purchased "jade sunflower lotus" to poison a woman to avenge the old temple master in one fell swoop.

Wei Jingjie hurriedly snatched the yellow talisman to investigate. It was clearly stated on it, so he didn't speak for a while.

Shi Nanguan and Tie Jinlin took it and looked at it respectively, and the three of them looked at each other in blank dismay.

They kept in touch with the Taoist brothers and knew that Zhuang Yu had been back to the sect for some time, so they felt a little unreal about the strange cause of his death.

"I really didn't do it. It has nothing to do with me. I am innocent. Why do you look at me like this?"

Zhuang Yu cried out for injustice.

Even if he did it, he wouldn't admit it.

It was the follow-up caused by the rumors he spread some time ago. Maybe the old master of Jinfeng Temple was really killed by that kid. Anyway, there is no proof of his death now, and no one can figure it out.

He came to Dingxi City to discover something else, and he came to inquire about the news in advance.

You can't wait for the viewer to assign tasks, just shout and move.

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(End of this chapter)