Painter

Chapter 187 36: Gift of Ink
On the twelfth of November, two days before the heavy snowfall, a group of literati entered Bishuixuan in the Shentao Workshop in the east of Yujing City.

Bishuixuan is at the height of Feilou, standing at the head of the pavilion and looking east, you can see the East River beyond the city wall.According to legend, there used to be a wandering fairy in the world of mortals, whose name I don't know, who got drunk in this pavilion, grabbed the brush and ink in the pocket of the shopkeeper, and painted the East River by the wall, so that the water of the East River was surging, and it was very beautiful. Thousands of blue waves, especially the hundreds of feet of waves in the vast sea, this is why the Bishui Pavilion got its name.

Up to now, there are still people selling pens and inks in five-color pouches at the banquet to visitors. Although the price is much higher than those in Daxiangguo Temple, they can be generously donated with the help of three points of immortality.

Xie Ningzhi was already sitting in the hall with three or five friends, and the other tables in the hall were almost full of people, including the handsome people from Xinyuan Yaji at that time, and the dignitaries from Yujing City.In this Bishuixuan Poetry Meeting, Xie Ningzhi only invited three or five fellows, although this post from the Chu Tower was to invite Li Dan to a banquet, but no one knows that there is a comparison in the so-called banquet.

Li Dan's reputation in the Xin Yuan Ya Collection is not good, but anyone with some brains will know that he is definitely not mediocre after a little thought.After all, Immortal Mo made friends with famous calligraphers and painters, how could he appreciate a young man so easily?

But after noon in Xuanzhong, Li Dan didn't show up.

Everyone couldn't help being a little anxious, especially Wei Chengjun, the daughter of the Minister of Rites who was sitting in the southeast corner of the pavilion, was even more anxious. Although she was holding a bowl of five-flavor soup, she didn't drink it. She kept rubbing the edge of the bowl with her fingertips, looking at Xie Ningzhi in the northeast corner, From time to time, he looked at the girl in white who was sitting facing the window in the west of Bishuixuan, hesitated for a while, got up and walked over.

Jiang Ruo was talking with his friends about Taoism's seal method, and was approached by Wei Chengjun, so he temporarily resigned from his friends, and went out of Bishuixuan with Wei Chengjun, leaning on the railing to face the cold westerly wind from a high place.

After a few greetings, Wei Chengjun turned his head to look at Xuannei, and said softly, "Wuhuo, you are next to Li Dan, how much do you know about him?"

Jiang Ru looked at the tiny market below, and when he heard the words, he thought of the ghosts in the garden, and the picture of ghosts in Xinyuan, pondered for a while, and shook his head.

Wei Chengjun sighed softly, "I met him once, and this person is indeed as rumored, not very talkative."

Jiang Ru twitched his eyelashes, and turned to look at Wei Chengjun, "Why are you looking for him?"

"Ask him for ink." Wei Chengjun's ears turned red, "Didn't Xie Lang want the purple jade light?"

Jiang Ru was slightly taken aback. Wei Chengjun, as the daughter of the Ministry of Rites, the thing that moved Li Dan the most was her father's relationship besides money. Judging by Wei Chengjun's reaction, Li Dan probably refused.

"He won't let Ziyu Guang go."

"Ah."

"It's better if you don't give up." Jiang Ru smiled.

Wei Chengjun frowned, wondering: "Why?"

"Xie Ningzhi not only asks Mo, but also wants Immortal Mo to know that he is not weak." Jiang Ru took a look inside the pavilion, "If you intervene, you will humiliate him instead."

Wei Chengjun was stunned, and when he thought about it carefully, he realized that what Jiang Ru said was true, his face turned red, and he felt a little bit of fear in his heart. He thought to himself that it was not self-defeating, and said in a voice like a gnat, "Thank you for reminding me."

Looking at Wei Chengjun's appearance, Jiang Ru wanted to laugh, and sighed secretly in his heart: "Women's procrastination, you can't take it off."

The two said a few more words and returned to the hall.

Li Dan has not shown up until now, Wei Chengjun looked at the main entrance of Bishuixuan from time to time.

"Little lady, let's have an apricot." The maid gave Wei Chengjun the preserved apricot that had been pitted, and snorted, "That man must have stage fright and dare not come."

"If you really have stage fright, that's fine." Wei Chengjun took the apricot, thinking that Xie Lang wanted to use the purple jade light to make a big splash, but right now, Li Dan who had obtained the purple jade light did not dare to invite him, so Xie Lang used it That Wei Ruisheng left a calligraphy in the Bishuixuan, even if he didn't get the higher-grade purple jade light, his reputation would be further enhanced by the stage-frightened Li Dan.Thinking of this, Wei Chengjun relaxed and ate the preserved apricots.

The thin shadow of the sun in the wind and snow gradually moved westward, not long after noon.

The food and drink in the banquet room has been changed, but Li Dan is still missing. Not only Wei Chengjun, but also everyone in the hall thinks that this person will never come again.

Everyone couldn't help being very disappointed, Xie Ningzhi was neither arrogant nor impetuous, he was drinking with his friends while talking about mysteries.The drinking order he played with his friends was extremely difficult. When composing a poem, the first third character must be the word "xue", and the second sentence must not only be true, but also use allusions from Taoism.It is not easy for ordinary people to read Taoist classics thoroughly, but these few people are familiar with all kinds of rare allusions, which makes others secretly dumbfounded.

After drinking for three rounds, one of them laughed and said, "Ning Zhi's words are so praiseworthy to Li Dan, it seems that it is a bit exaggerated."

Xie Ningzhi shook his head and smiled, although he was unwilling to be taken first by Li Dan, but he really had the intention of befriending Li Dan, he glanced at the door without any trace, his eyes were slightly disappointed.

"Whatever he does, welcome him when he comes, or don't come." Another person said, "I'm tired of playing with the wine order, you might as well write another poem about the painting wall of Bishuixuan."

"Since it was Liu Lang's suggestion, naturally Liu Lang should come first."

"Then I'll show my ugliness first." The Taoist surnamed Liu blushed and smiled, looking at the picture of the rolling vast sea on the west wall of Bishuixuan, he closed his eyes for a moment and muttered, then said: "Drunk!" In the high-rise building, the clear water overflows the head. There is no trace of the gods, and the blue and green leaves remain." After speaking, he laughed, and his eyes were blurred: "This poem is crude, brothers, don't make fun of it."

"Where's the word." The bystander said with a smile: "The poem is good, but Liu Lang is already very drunk."

For a while, everyone drank and wrote poems.

That Liu Lang became more and more energetic as his friend finished reciting a poem, he suddenly grabbed his long sword, jumped to the side of the building to dance the sword, and sometimes stepped on the railing, facing the dangerous building a hundred feet away.The wind and snow howled, and the shadows of many buildings looked like long whales. The Taoist priest staggered as if turning around in the westerly wind.The people in Xuanzhong were thrilled to see it, and exclaimed endlessly.

Xie Ningzhi and the others just smiled, not worried.Even though the Taoist was drunk and danced wildly with his sword to chop the snow, he never fell down the stairs, and when he returned, he was greeted with applause.

One of the Xie Lu Lang present immediately composed a Yuefu for him, called "Clear Water Sword Song".

This piece of Yuefu caused the atmosphere in the Xuan to be full of excitement. Xie Lulang said with a smile: "I heard that Xie Lang was born a few days ago by the Immortal Mo. In the past, the old man who scattered flowers wrote poems and threw his pen into the ground, turning it into a flower. Now Xie Lang Lang uses this piece of weeds to write, I wonder if the pen can produce flowers?"

Xie Lulang's words aroused everyone's support, Xie Ningzhi smiled slightly and did not shirk, he had already planned to make an exception in Bishuixuan.

At this time, a voice came from upstairs: "Xie Lang."

The voice was crisp and soft, not high-pitched, but passed through the noise.Xie Ningzhi raised her eyes, and saw a red-clothed girl standing behind the railing upstairs, and then her eyes narrowed, and she saw wisps of mirage around her, and wondered in her heart, is this a god or a demon?Immediately afterwards, seeing the yellow silk hanging from the girl's waist, four words came to mind: "Longtao Talisman Book."

Everyone's eyes followed Xie Ningzhi's, and the girl in red said from behind the railing: "Please Xie Lang move, my family, Alang, is here to invite you."

Xie Ningzhi said: "Which gentleman is it, why don't you come over for a drink?"

"It's not that my A-Lang is unreasonable, it's just that A-Lang is really inconvenient." Hong Yao smiled slightly, "Can I invite Xie Lang to come over?"

Those with a little discernment in the field, seeing the Longtao talisman, knew that the girl in red had an extraordinary background.Although Xie Ningzhi didn't know the identity of the inviter, it was okay to talk about the past, so he temporarily resigned from his friends and went upstairs with the girl in red.

Walking through a corridor, Hong Yao led Xie Ningzhi into a Xuanmen.When Xie Ning entered the door, he saw a young man in green robe standing under the red window, looking at him.

"It's been a long time since I showed up, but it turned out to be in the Bishuixuan." Xie Ningzhi smiled slightly and walked to the table, "I will never forget the ghost picture I drew in Xinyuan that day. who?"

Li Dan looked at him and did not answer, Xie Ning felt a strange feeling in his heart, "Why don't you speak?" As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, the Li Dan in front of him did not look like a living person.

At this time, I suddenly realized, and looked closely, where is Li Dan? The hair, facial features, and green robe are all made by Danqing!
But it is strange to say that no matter how realistic this painting is, it is not a living person, its eyes cannot move, and it does not breathe.Xie Ningzhi has reached perfection, and these flaws can be seen through at a glance.He can also perceive the disturbed aura of strangers, how could he be deceived by a painting?
But after he entered the door, he completely regarded the person in the painting as Li Dan, and after saying something to the person in the painting, he came to his senses.

Even if the person in the painting is indistinguishable from a real person in form and spirit, there is absolutely no way to achieve this level. The painter is already close to Taoism.

Xie Ningzhi even thought that if he could go one step further, the person in the painting would really be able to walk out of the painting.

I don't know if Xu Zhonghao, Zhou Hanzhen, and Master Jiuxiang, the three gods in the world, can draw to this level?
Xie Ningzhi was stunned for a while, looked at Hong Yao, and murmured: "Did Li Lang come?"

"My family, A Lang, said that there is nothing first in writing, not to mention that Xie Lang is good at calligraphy, and A Lang is good at Danqing, what is there to compare with?" I brought one or two and gave it to Xie Lang." Then, he handed over a wooden box to Xie Ningzhi, and put away the paintings in front of the window.

"It turned out that Li Lang wanted to save me some face. Although I practiced a few years older than him, I fell behind him in calligraphy and painting..."

Xie Ningzhi shook her head, smiled wryly, and took the wooden box without evasion.

……

In Bishuixuan, everyone waited for a while before returning to Xie Ningzhi.

After greetings from everyone, Xie Ningzhi politely declined Xie Lulang's invitation to Momo, put away Wei Ruisheng, and opened the newly acquired wooden box.In the field, all the people who practice Taoism can see the faint purple brilliance when their eyes touch the ink block.

The Taoist surnamed Liu wondered, "This is it?"

"Purple jade light."

"Where did it come from?"

"It was sent by Li Dan."

"Li Dan?"

"Li Dan from Qingling Mausoleum in Lizhou."

The name that Xie Ningzhi spat out with a thud caused a lot of discussion.

"Li Dan came, but he didn't show up." Wei Chengjun lowered his head and said in surprise.

"Little lady, this is a good thing, and he is the one who knows how to give Ziyu Guang to Xie Lang." The maid said.

Wei Chengjun hummed, and said expectantly: "I don't know what Xie Lang will write in his first calligraphy."

While everyone was talking, Xie Ningzhi had already polished the ink in one of the facing inkstones.

He holds the pen as if holding a sword, just as he wrote on the water, he swayed a poem in an instant, and the handwriting was like a sword mark.When writing, there is the clang of metal and iron clashing, and when a poem is finished, the momentum that emerges through the paper makes people reluctant to look directly at it for a while.

Looking at the poem, Xie Lulang first saw the title of the poem, and said in surprise: "Write about Li Dan from the Qing Ling?"

"To Li Dan?"

Wei Chengjun was taken aback when he heard Xie Lulang's voice.

The maidservant next to her was even more puzzled and stared at him. Then Li Dan ran away in stage fright, and Xie Lang actually wanted to use the first calligraphy to write about him, just because he gave away a piece of purple jade light?

It's just too unworthy.

……

The cloud tower hides the green kun in fog and snow, and the clear water whale passes through Hanjin.

When the ancients came here, Zhang Haosu pointed out that the sea would be swallowed eighty-nine times.

There are still pens in the five-color bag, and there are still writings on the wall of the painting.

If you don't see those who wrote the paintings back then, it's worth keeping the drinkers looking at the clouds.

Suddenly I heard that the woman in red upstairs, Shijiu ascended the steps to open the Xuanmen.

When I first saw the invitees in the pavilion, Zhu Chen stood under the green robe window.

But when you ask who gave the truth, and how long did you keep your lips shut?
It turns out that the masterful hand is the perfect stroke, not the artificial incarnation of a fairy!
……

Xie Lulang specializes in rites and music, and there is only the sound of reciting poems in cadence.

Everyone was silent, apart from admiring Mr. Ximo's first handwriting, they couldn't come back to their senses for a moment, scratching their hearts and wanting to know what happened in the short moment when Xie Ningzhi left.

At the end of the poem recitation, Xie Lulang nodded in praise, while Xie Ningzhi bowed his hands upstairs.

"Thank you Li Lang for me."

The girl in red upstairs nodded and smiled, then disappeared with a flick of her sleeves.

　The promised update should have been earlier, but I caught a cold and had a terrible headache, and I didn't type out the first word until after ten o'clock.Now that Haikou has been boasted, I can only stay up all night, and I can barely make up for it.This does not affect subsequent updates, it is considered an addition.

　　In addition, in my eyes, Painting the Demon Master is a fairy tale for adults. It is Children's Day.
　　
　
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