Soul Painter

There is a woman recorded in "The History of Qing Painters' Poems".

The record is very simple, Wang Heng, female, Zi Ying, Hao Yue Han.

Said she'painted flowers and birds, good at chanting poems'.

But in stk's records, she is suspected of being a human pillar.

Before 1920, a large number of human pillars were obliterated with the "proxy war" of the three great existences. The records in human history before 1920, stk estimates, lost more than 70% of the truth, especially about war. The truth, many inexplicable defeats or victories, are behind the pillars and history that have been erased by the great beings.

Of course, many pillars in the non-war field have also been lost.

Those names circulated in historical books, biographies, and folk anecdotes, even if their records are only scaly claws, and weird and spiritual, they are most likely the only remaining pieces of legendary history.

Wang Xiying is one of them.

After Gao Fan called out the name, "The Fragmented Red Mansions" on the table did not make any waves.

"Chou Zhu!"

"Li Cuilan!"

"Fu Kundao!"

"Xue Susu!"

...

Anyway, it’s just guessing. Gao Fan read out the names of the suspected "people from the Qing Dynasty", "female painter", and "suspected human pillar" from stk one by one. As long as the names are really read, the mystery must respond. Gao Fan was able to communicate with him, Jin'er conquered this magic spell-like the process of the ancient fairy man consecrating magic weapons or spirit monsters and animals.

This is what the stk operator reminded Gao Fan, the first step in investigating and reaping the curse.

It is ‘just the name’.

Conversely speaking, when the mystery calls you, it is best not to respond. That is also the first step in establishing a link with the mystery.

In the article "From Baicao Garden to Sanwei Bookstore", Lu Xun said: So if there is a strange voice calling your name, you must never agree to him.

I kept waiting for Gao Fan to recite "Mao Zhou".

The mystery that was not sent out suddenly exploded.

Gao Fan only felt brilliant before his eyes.

It is like the sun descending on the earth.

The endless streamer seemed to penetrate his body.

Penetrate his soul.

It's just that Gao Fan's mysteriously baptized soul is exceptionally tough. He meditated on the name of the "Maximum System" and resisted the impact of this wave of souls.

Immediately, the light in front of her eyes dissipated, and the woman in white plain robe and lonely face that had appeared in Gao Fan's inspiration appeared at the table. She was holding the volume of "Remnants of the Red Mansions", penning and painting, looking up at her eyes. Fan, Qingyue's voice immediately sounded: "Who are you?"

Gao Fan first looked around, still in Feng Yuan's study, but he realized that his inspiration had risen. This was a place where inspiration and reality were mixed, so he could see the woman in front of him.

"I..." Gao Fan was about to answer the woman's question.

The woman said again: "I don't have much time, don't talk nonsense, come here."

Come here... why? Gao Fan walked forward curiously, and saw the woman writing and tracing the book, and said, “There are so many characters in this Red Mansion. I have to draw them one by one, so as not to delay the writing of Brother Xueqin’s "Story of the Stone"."

"Are you Mao Zhou?" Gao Fan asked.

"How do you know my name?" Mao Zhou looked up at Gao Fan.

This glamorous look engrossed, making Gao Fan's eyes bright.

"You're just being honest." Gao Fan couldn't help feeling, "That is, Mr. Feng is honest, you can't put your name, otherwise you are living in the Jiaqing era, Cao Xueqin is a figure in the Kangxi period, two generations away. Emperor, for more than 30 years, how dare you say that you first painted the Dream of Red Mansions, and then have Cao Xueqin's stone memorial?"

Although Mao Zhou is a pillar that has been erased from history, this "erased" will still leave some traces. For example, Wang Ximeng's "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" still survives the world. As for Mao Zhou, although his birth and death are different It's too detailed, but the approximate time period of her life is still clear. It is undoubtedly born after the book "A Dream of Red Mansions" was written, so she was lying to Feng Yuan.

"Is it important?" Mao Zhou raised his eyebrows, "I and Xueqin are in love. What if we have been 30 years apart? If I don't draw the Dream of Red Mansions, how can I write a book about the stone?"

"It turns out that you are crazy." Gao Fan understood. He understands this mental state, and all logic and reason are wasted here.

"Then do you want to help?" Mao Zhouxing raised his eyes and asked: "That old man helped me for a whole year, and the characters in the Red Mansions haven't finished painting. You young man, looking weak, but a little bit energetic. I just don’t know how the painting skills are, why don’t you try it?"

"Huh? You mean Mr. Feng has been painting with you for a year?" Gao Fan was surprised. Are all the fairies that cultural people encounter so implicit?

Mao Zhou didn't talk nonsense, and showed the first scroll in his hand to Gao Fan.

Seeing it is a lady with fine brushwork.

It also wrote the word ‘Lin Daiyu’.

This painting of daiyu is painted in ink and wash. Without pink and daisy, the brush is as light as a cloud, as smooth as water, with soft transitions, smooth and non-slip. The painted lady is exquisitely portrayed, energetic, delicate and beautiful, and it is clearly one. Zhang Baimiao gives birth to a sense of five colors.

"Come on, learn to paint and see how your skills are." Mao Zhou motioned to Gao Fan to copy the painting.

"Gongbi~" Gao Fan glanced at this painting, and was immediately attracted by his interest. The skill of the gongbi is superb, with the style of the ancients. Gao Fan does not understand the inheritance of the gongbi, but he knows the quality of the painting. Jade's picture is better than Mr. Feng, too powerful.

"Let me trace?" Gao Fan asked.

"Yes, you have completed the description of all the characters in the Red Mansions for me, and you have passed the test." Mao Zhou said.

"What about passing the test?" Gao Fan asked.

"Why are there so many questions? Are you painting or not?" Mao Zhou was annoyed by the question and rebuked.

"Painting, of course painting. If I finish the test, you won't be pestering Mr. Feng anymore?" Gao Fan asked, seeing a piece of rice paper spread on the table with pen and ink beside the paper.

"That is natural, it depends on which of you finishes it first." Mao Zhou said.

Gao Fan nodded and traced on the paper with a low brush.

...

boom!

Gao Fan fell to the ground.

Get up for a while.

The three Fengs who listened to the voice stopped struggling and ran up.

The mother and daughter went to help Gao Fan, while Feng Yuan was busy inspecting the Fragmented Red Mansions on the table, and seeing nothing wrong, then he went to see Gao Fan.

"It's all done by you!" Madam Feng accused Feng Yuan, like a lioness showing her claws.

"Yes, yes, Xiao Gao is okay." Feng Yuan asked helplessly like an innocent male lion.

"No, it's okay." Gao Fan got up from the ground, covering his face. There was a red mark on his face, which was knocked on by Mao Zhou with a scroll. Mao Zhou thought his fine brushwork skills were too poor.

"The fairy in this volume is so fierce." Gao Fan said, touching his face.

"You kid, are you okay? Who beat you? There is no one else in this room?" Mrs. Feng felt that Gao Fan seemed to have a mental problem, so she was busy asking Bao Bao Feng to take Gao Fan to the hospital. As for her , I wanted Feng Yuan to be groomed here, and finally got an excuse to come back, but she didn't leave.

"It's okay, I'm okay." Gao Fan waved his hand again and again, "I'm not going, I want to stay for dinner."

While talking, Gao Fan stared at the Fragmented Red Mansions, showing an expression of unwillingness. This expression was extremely similar to Feng Yuan's expression, which made Madam Feng and Bao Bao Bao feel very weird, and the two exchanged I made a look, but I didn't know what to do.

Gao Fan then started an intimate exchange with Feng Yuan~www.readwn.com~Mr. How many do you insist on? "Gao Fan asked.

"375." Feng Yuan said.

"So many!?" Gao Fan was surprised, and he only drew the first one.

"How many are there?" Gao Fan asked again, "How many questions will the fairy give in the volume?"

"In the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty, the statistics were 448 people. The Republic of China published another "A Dream of Red Mansions", which collected 721 people. The latest result of Professor Xu Gongshi of Shanghai Normal University is 975 people. I don't know which one will prevail." Feng Yuan said.

"It should be 448 people. She is from the Qing Dynasty and only knows this number." Gao Fan said.

"How did you know that she was from the Qing Dynasty...Huh? Did you see the fairy in Juan? This proves that I am not mentally problematic!" Feng Yuan suddenly stood up.

Have you noticed this until now? Your concentration is so tranced, there is something wrong with your spirit, right? Gao Fan thought.