Liaozhai Great Sage

Chapter 540 The world in the painting
Li Xiuyuan still agreed to Gu Xian's request.

Not because he wanted one of his paintbrushes, but because he needed to find out the whereabouts of Third Sister Fox. Instead of looking around, it would be better to believe in this fairy than to worry, and Teng Yunzi also went to ask the ancestor, Perhaps the master is also helping.

"An hour is an hour, and I hope that your help will not let me down." He said seriously.

Gu Xian said with a smile: "How can the promise made by the immortal go back on his word? It only takes one hour."

"Then what do I need to do?" Li Xiuyuan asked.

"You don't need anything, you just need to stand there. Today I will make a picture of Tianmu Mountain and Mirror Lake." Gu Xian was overjoyed, and immediately spread out the paper, dyed ink and took a brush, and began to paint.

His brush strokes are as fast as dragons and snakes, and the beautiful scenery in the distance of Tianmu Mountain is all included in his paintings. The artistic conception is profound and layered, and the scenery behind it is painted in a chaotic manner in just a moment.

It can be seen that this fairy's painting skill is very good. If it is a mortal, it may not be enough to spend an afternoon.

But when it was time to draw Li Xiuyuan, the ink brush in Gu Xian's hand slowed down significantly.

He first drew Li Xiuyuan's clothes, and then drew his figure.

The more he draws, the more excited Gu Xian's expression becomes. He feels as if something has become transparent. Maybe it's the immortal beauty that he pursued.

No, this is not a possibility, but a certainty.

Sometimes Gu Xian marveled, as if cheering, sometimes drank wine, sometimes sang. His body was unrestrained, and his expression was crazy, as if he had gone crazy.

But the pen in his hand never stopped.

Even with his eyes closed, he can splash ink freely, and one arm is calm and powerful. Such painting skills are not possessed by ordinary people.

After finishing drawing the figure, Gu Xian started to draw Li Xiuyuan's face again.

But at this moment, Gu Xian frowned, put away all kinds of crazy expressions, and fell into deep thought. He looked at Li Xiuyuan's appearance, and wanted to write, but the pen tip stopped before it landed on the paper. Stopped, then he raised his head suspiciously and took another look.

I wanted to write again, but hesitated again.

"Strange, strange, why I have never been able to describe his appearance." Gu Xian muttered to himself, his expression gradually becoming urgent.

His painting has reached the pinnacle, and he can feel that as long as this painting is finished, his painting skills will be detached. This is the only thing he pursues after becoming a fairy.

"Why didn't the immortal stop writing?" Li Xiuyuan, who was standing there, said.

Gu Xiandao: "Why can't I draw a picture of your appearance? Is this the test given to me by the heavens? I still can't reach the realm I want to achieve?"

Li Xiuyuan said: "Is the appearance of ordinary people important? I don't think it is important."

"You're right, it doesn't matter how you look." Gu Xianruo felt something, and immediately started to write.

However, the appearance of the Taoist in the painting is blurred, as if separated by a layer of distance, he seems to be able to see clearly, but also seems to be unclear, which makes people surprised and uncertain.

"That's right, this is the appearance that a god should have. There is no fixed appearance and posture, making people feel like they are separated by a layer of clouds and mist, and they can never see clearly, but they are filled with daydreams," Gu Xian was very satisfied with this. .

Although the posture of the fairy must be clearly depicted?

After drawing Li Xiuyuan's face, Gu Xian was stumped again when he was about to finish the painting.

He was not in a hurry to draw, but Li Xiuyuan was a little anxious: "Why did the immortal stop painting again?"

Gu Xian said with emotion: "I thought it would be different this time, but in the end I was stumped. I have finished drawing your figure and appearance, and I am very satisfied, but I don't know what to say about your eyes? This probably It’s probably because I haven’t reached that level.”

Li Xiuyuan came over curiously to take a look, but saw all kinds of beautiful scenery on the Tianmu Mountain Mirror Lake Map, presented on it layer by layer, and it seemed to be a different scene from every angle.

He has already used the depth of the ink to a peak.

However, on the scroll, a fairy in Taoist robes stands by the lake, his appearance is vague, but he has an indescribable charm, but his eyes are empty, lacking the last two strokes, and his eyes are dotted.

"Zhang Sengyou once painted the finishing touch, and his reputation has been passed down to the world. I thought Zhang Sengyou's painting skills were nothing more than that. I can paint everything he can paint, but now I understand that the most difficult thing to paint is not scenery, figures, immortals and Buddhas. It's those eyes."

Gu Xian sighed: "My painting skills stop here, you can go, go to the bank of Mirror Lake to find the two women who fetch water, they carry water every day, and whoever enters and exits Tianmu Mountain must be clear, you go Finding them will pay off."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to abandon his pen and tear up the scroll.

"Wait a minute." Li Xiuyuan stopped him.

"Since the immortal refuses to paint and finish the painting, why don't you let me do it for you? Wouldn't it be a waste of money if such a painting was torn up? If my eyes don't look right, the immortal won't be too late to destroy the painting, and he has the right to be a dead horse and a living horse doctor." Bar,"

Li Xiuyuan said, he immediately took the paintbrush from Gu Xian's hand.

Seeing the paintbrush being taken away, Gu Xian froze for a moment.

Before he could speak in the future, he saw that Li Xiuyuan had already written. He wrote very quickly, without thinking, as if he had tapped two strokes at random.

The Taoist in the painting immediately had a pair of eyes.

Although it was just two simple strokes, it gave the whole painting a soul. The Taoist's demeanor changed drastically. A pair of deep and calm eyes, as if seeing through everything, turned to the distance, all the beautiful scenery behind him, and even the painting. Tianmu Mountain hidden in the clouds and mist in a corner is also

All became a foil.

It seemed that there was only one person in the whole world.

Li Xiuyuan glanced at it and said: "If the immortal feels dissatisfied, I will tear it up."

He felt that his actions just now were a bit reckless, but mainly because he was impatient to see the fairy who had been slow to write, so he forcibly grabbed the brush and painted his eyes.

"Wait a minute." Gu Xian hurried to Li Xiuyuan.

He suddenly picked up the scroll, and then shook his hand.

Om~!

A ray of black light flew out from the painting, covering all directions, and a scent of ink immediately filled the surroundings.

next moment.

The scene in front of me has undergone earth-shaking changes, everything around has turned into ink, and everything has lost its color.

People and things in the distance also disappeared without a trace, and there were only three people left in the whole world.

Gu Xian, Li Xiuyuan, and the Taoist in the painting who was transformed according to Li Xiuyuan's appearance.

"This is." Li Xiuyuan was surprised.

Under a spell?

This is impossible, there should be no magic in the world that can be useful to him.

"This is the world in the painting." Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded, but a Taoist came from behind Li Xiuyuan.

This Taoist has a vague appearance, a calm expression, and an extraordinary appearance. He is a real fairy.

"Speak?" Gu Xian also opened his eyes wide at the moment, and then laughed loudly: "This painting is already psychic, and my painting skills have broken through."

"Your painting doesn't have a psychic, it's just that I have a psychic." The Taoist in the painting said.

Gu Xian nodded and said: "That's right. You are the psychic. You should thank the person who put your eyes on."

"Just clicking on the eyes shouldn't make such a big change, right?" Li Xiuyuan said.

He somewhat understood that the realm Gu Xian pursued was psychic calligraphy and painting, just like Zhang Sengyou's finishing touch, fakes can also come true.

This is not a spell, but an existence close to Tao.

Therefore, Li Xiuyuan will be more affected.

"Go out, this is my world, you shouldn't disturb me." The Taoist in the painting said, he stood with his hands behind his back, looked into the distance, and continued to look at the sky.

Among them, the demeanor is something that a very human being can have.

After the words fell, all the colors of ink and wash around faded away, and Li Xiuyuan and Gu Xian returned to Tianmu Mountain again.

Looking at the picture scroll again, it has been confidently gathered together and will not open again.

"A good painting, a good painting, these words are the real works handed down from generation to generation." Gu Xian picked up the scroll and stroked it, as if holding a rare treasure.

Li Xiuyuan smiled and said, "Then congratulations."

"My last wish has been fulfilled. Although I didn't accomplish it by myself, it is enough. I will never draw again in my life. Just keep the pen in your hand and don't give it back to me. What should I call this painting? Why don’t I call it Immortal in Painting.”

Gu Xian held the painting and turned around to leave. He waved his hand, as if there was nothing worth commemorating, and he muttered to himself while walking.

Li Xiuyuan looked at the ink pen in his hand, but saw that the ink pen had disappeared.
There are five colors of light hidden in his hand.

Talent is Gu Xian's talent.

It turns out that the ink pen in his hand is the manifestation of his talent.

(End of this chapter)