The Qinglong Mountain Range, spreading for thousands of miles, is like a galloping angry dragon, and the trees between the jungles are extremely tall and immortal for a hundred years.

The deeper you go, the more dangerous it becomes.

Meng Fan had been following the painter in the Qinglong Mountains for many days, but as usual, he did not see any powerful beasts, and the beasts in the mountains seemed to have disappeared, and only some hares and wild birds could be seen.

Meng Fan still continued to paint, one a day.

At the very beginning, Meng Fan painted landscapes and landscapes, and gradually there was nothing to paint, so he began to paint portraits, the first one was Gu Xin'er, and the second one was his mother.

By this day, Meng Fan had even drawn Lei Tao and Lei Hu, these were the last two people he had an impression of and could draw, and the other people in Wuzhen, Meng Fan couldn't remember the specific appearance, and he didn't know how to write.

After nightfall, the painter was lying by the bonfire, closing his eyes to recuperate, Meng Fan cautiously approached and respectfully asked: "Master, I don't know what to paint." ”

"Have you drawn everything that comes to mind?" asked the artist gently.

Meng Fan nodded.

The painter said, "You paint all the things you see with your own eyes, why don't you paint some things that you haven't seen before?"

"How do you draw something you haven't seen before?"

"Imagine it. The painter smiled and nodded Meng Fan's forehead: "Fantasy." ”

"But......" Meng Fan was embarrassed.

"So, I'll show you. The painter casually took a branch from the campfire that was not yet burning, blew off a few sparks on it, and sketched it on the sandy ground.

This fascinated Meng Fan.

In the past, Meng Fan didn't know how to paint, so for what the town mayor Gu Yuan and many stewards said, the painter has a charm in his pen, and he can't understand it.

I saw that the painter sketched at will, and some lines constituted a pattern with quite charm.

It was a bird, but it was no ordinary bird, with slender wings and outstretched arms, as if it were about to rise to the sky, as if it were alive!

It's just a line, there is such a charm, if it is colored, isn't it more real?

Meng Fan looked at this king of birds and said stupidly, "Master, is this true, or did you fantasize about it?"

The painter smiled: "I fantasized it, but why is it not real?"

Meng Fan frowned: "Master, I don't understand." ”

These days, Meng Fan said "I don't understand" many times, he really doesn't understand, but every time the painter smiles slightly, not much talking, Meng Fan doesn't think this is the painter's trickery, he understands, the painter's realm is very high, even if he says it, he won't understand, it's better to think about it himself, even if he wants to understand a little bit, he realizes it himself, which is much better than what others teach.

The master led the way into the door, and the practice was in the individual.

It's an old saying.

But this time, the artist actually made a special exception.

"You say, beauty and ugliness, do they really exist?"

The painter asked.

Meng Fan heard that this was a painter who wanted to enlighten himself, he was very wise, but he was too depressed some time ago, but these days he has gradually gotten better and more energetic.

He immediately said: "Beauty and ugliness, it may be ...... It doesn't exist, Uncle Guyao said that women have to be fat to look good, but I think ...... I think...... Still is...... It's still good-looking. ”

The painter couldn't help but laugh and sneered: "Beauty and ugliness, if they don't exist, aren't they just fantasies?"

Meng Fan was stunned at first, and then dumbfounded.

Vaguely, he seemed to understand something.

The line between truth and falsehood suddenly became blurred.

"And, God. The painter continued. "Does God really exist? If it really exists, why are there so many people in the world who believe in so many gods? Some people think that the biggest god in the world is a gentle old man, and some people think that there is no greatest god in the world, but there are many gods, and if God really exists, how can there be so many strange beliefs? Everyone should believe in a real God.

But no matter whether the gods are real or not, there will be various festivals every year, to worship all kinds of gods, and all kinds of tributes to worship the gods, and everyone believes that the gods exist, then the gods exist.

Meng Fan's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Go paint. The painter laughed. "What you believe is true, it's true.

Meng Fan immediately turned around and went to paint.

Early the next morning.

Meng Fan finally finished painting his own painting and handed it to the painter.

In the painting, it is a woman.

A delicate woman wearing a black military armor and a bright red cloak, but it always feels a little inappropriate to describe this woman as delicate, because the woman's face is full of heroism, holding a sharp blade, standing on the top of a mountain, and the woman's hair is tied into a ponytail and fluttering behind her head.

The painter looked at the painting for a long time before putting it down and asked, "Who is this?"

Meng Fan shook his head: "Yes...... It was dreamed of in a nightmare. ”

"Do you dream of such a pretty girl in a nightmare?" the artist smiled.

Meng Fan shook his head again: "In dreams, there are many beautiful people, lovely people, and admirable people, they are all beautiful, but the dream itself is terrifying." ”

"Why?"

"Because these good things are always fleeting, and losing them is more terrible than never getting them. ”

"Losing is worse than never getting? But to lose, at least to have it, to never get it, is to never have it. Which is better to have a moment and make a memory, or never to have it?"

"This ......"

Meng Fan hesitated.

After a long time, he replied hesitantly: "If you only eat pickle porridge for the rest of your life, you will be happy, but if you eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas once, and you can't eat them again, it will be very painful." ”

This answer seems to have a lot of meaning.

The painter smiled and said: "I am most afraid of doing nothing in my life, and I comfort myself that it is ordinary and precious, this is like covering your ears and stealing a bell, whether you have eaten or not, the delicacies of the mountains and seas are there, if you don't eat, you will never know that there are delicacies of the mountains and seas in this world." However, what you said is also true, people think differently. ”

The painter packed his bags and continued to walk.

Meng Fan hurriedly picked up his small bags.

The master and apprentice continued to walk towards the depths of the Qinglong Mountain Range one after the other, but Meng Fan had a knot in his heart that he couldn't unravel.

As he walked, he thought desperately, hoping to unravel the knot.