Spring returns to Cuimo, Pingsha is tender and tender, and it is difficult for wanderers to appreciate Fangfei.

The sound of the sub-rules, the wind and clouds are scattered, and the loneliness looks at Nanxiang.

Reminiscing about the old frontier, the sunrise and autumn cold, the vast wind and clouds.

Chinese New Year's dedication to Danqing, bosom friends are scarce, and I want to say that the new work is with the sky, who dreams with the string......

Teenager runs away from home......

Two hundred years away......

Now that he can hear the sound of the piano and sing, Tang Tengzhuang's heart swells with deep thoughts.

Wu Laodao sighed, "Little ghost, it's been two hundred years, you take me every day to find immortal land, study divine ink, eat and sleep, this vast grassland, we have all eaten grass for a month, can you not wait!"

"No, look at the Milky Way, the heavens and the earth are silent, I watch the sky at night, and within five days, Tuoba Wangyue will appear!" the young man said firmly.

The sound of the piano stopped, the mountains and rivers were silent, and the old man gritted his teeth angrily.

Suddenly, looking at the hanging wall, a phantom shadow floated like a fairy......

"It's actually the Star Emperor's Invitation to the Moon Footwork~!I'll just say it, he will definitely appear!" The young man said proudly.

Lao Dao was shocked in his heart, stopped his departure, and listened carefully, but when he saw the sound of the breeze getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but wonder: "This phantom of Tuoba Immortal Master is extraordinary, along the way, it is like a snow tire plum bone, and the wind is light and light!"

The two quietly hid their figures, took out their canvases one after another, and for a while they showed the landscape, splashing ink and books, so comfortable.

"Boy, after many days of sacrificing life and forgetting death, eating wind and grass, you painted this?"

Lao Dao inadvertently skimmed the young man's calligraphy and painting, and suddenly became angry.

"How, the fairy master is facing the wind under the moon, the woman is fluttering, and the mandarin duck is amphibious, but there is a faint silly energy. It is my newly created "Beauty Laughing Under the Moon". "Young words.

"Where is the beauty, why did I only see a snowy immortal with one eye?" The old man looked at the painting with crooked eyes, and suddenly felt that his neck was a little stiff, and he couldn't straighten his head no matter what, thinking that he was angry.

"Pale, you are the soul is extremely pale, the beauty laughs, and leaves naturally, You see that this place is sad and cold, like a demon is born, the beauty does not leave, can you stay here before the moon is flowered?" said the young man proudly.

"But if you don't paint on cloth, who can understand?" said the old man angrily.

"When you don't see a beauty, she is with me. When I opened my mouth to tell you, the beauty came to life, and I knew that the beauty was in my heart. The boy was satisfied.

"Idiot!" Niubi Lao Dao was extremely angry, and accompanied the hundred-year-old Huangkou Xiaoer to eat grass for more than a month, and he actually painted this thing.

"Let's go~!" the boy sighed softly.

"Where are you going~!" said the old man softly.

"Although the heart is moving, looking back is a wonder~!"

"Idiot~!" Lao Dao said angrily.

The sky is high and the clouds are wide, the two of them are like two leaves falling, falling silently, and finally after eating grass for half a year, they came to the outside of the Ten Directions Mountain Range, and then met the legendary demon Mu Xingyue.

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Mu Xingyue hesitated and was surprised at this moment, and said with a wry smile: "It turns out that the two of you have come from Tuoba Ancestral Land to sing, it is really hard, since you are here, you will stay." ”

"After painting Madame Zun, I prepared to go to the Endless Sea and paint the fierce battles there. The boy refused.

"But that great battle took place more than a thousand years ago, and now there is no fierce ......battle in the Endless Sea," Mu Xingyue hesitated.

"Go, and there will be ......," the boy muttered to himself.

"Okay, then I'll go with me to see Humble Jing, I'll go with you, so I can avoid suspicion, you leave like this, I'm afraid it's hard to have a chance to meet again in this life, I'll give you a gift." Mu Xingyue met the young man's gaze and spoke.

"No, I'm in charge, I'm alone, I come and go from my heart, and I don't need anything outside of my body. The boy said.

"This is not something outside the body!" Mu Xingyue's eyes froze, and she dragged the plane tree beside her with bad intentions, and between the other party's puzzled looks, she clicked and broke a twig.

"Ah~!" The old tree called: "Xingyue old ghost, you~!"

Mu Xingyue smiled very brightly, and discharged the liquid from the branches, showing blood red,

"The sap of this old tree has a special color, and it is painted with this object, it is bright and eye-catching, and the pen is lifelike, it seems to have a soul, and it can be regarded as the world's first Danqing painting material, I call it Zhu Yan blood. This old tree has been with me for many years, and it seems that it is of some use now. ”

The moon is cool and sinking in the west, it is already five watches, and they can hear each other's bosom friends, but when they saw the old tree's notes swept over, they suddenly splashed sparks.

The young man looked at the blood red, stunned, and seemed to have regret in his heart, "This thing is a treasure, a big sapling, when will you spread the branches and leaves, the seeds will be several to me, I will exchange the painting with you." ”

"Ya, I should have died of your thirst on the barren hills, all outside of your body, and you still want my seed. Lao Shu said dissatisfiedly.

"That painting "Beauty Laughing Immortal Master under the Moon" is for you!" the young man began.

"Get out!"

The remnant stars were bright and extinguished, Xiaolu was stained in the garden, Han Xinyi held the picture scroll in her hand, and walked to the edge of the old tree step by step, humming a children's song in her mouth.

"Xinyi, why are you always in a good mood, look at my branches, they are all scratched by that stinky boy. The old tree spoke.

"You said Xiao Tangtang, don't say it, his talent is really good, but it's a pity that he doesn't like ordinary ways, otherwise I really want to accept him as an apprentice. And you don't know, his wings are actually pink, and they can be put away and invisible, right? Han Xinyi said happily.

"I don't care if his wings can be put away, I just know that this big bat has ruined all the time I spent alone with Xingyue!" Old Tree said in a very dissatisfied tone.

"Don't be so stingy, that kid still painted for me, you can be wronged. Han Xinyi smiled lightly.

"Is that the "Han Xinyi's Silly Smile"?" the sycamore tree cried out angrily.

"That's called "Han Fairy's Light Smile", ...... Han Xinyi said angrily.

"And how do you explain those two big teeth in your mouth?" asked the sycamore tree unconvinced.

"He said that was the most lyrical part of the painting, a mystical sublimation of my beauty through the oppression on my lips, an art form that transformed devouring desire into wholehearted devotion......" said the woman adoring.

"Draw two protruding large teeth to highlight the dedication?" the sycamore tree almost jumped up in anger as she looked at the cracks in her branches. 2018

"The more passionate the madness, the more pure beauty can be revealed, and the adventure of the little ghost is by no means the impetus of fate, but some kind of active resoluteness. Han Xinyi sighed deeply and said:

In the past few days, you have seen some things and heard some things that have never existed in the sea of stars, moons, and moons, and all things in heaven and earth are not as we see. We are deeply sinful, and we may not be able to find a good end, so you should be with this little devil more. I see you as a pillar, and there are no weak friends around the strongman, and this Tang Teng stiff can just go hand in hand with you. ”

"Just because of the two big teeth, and weren't the beams cut to make stakes?" the sycamore tree's heart shook at this moment.

This is really an unexpected thing, the invincible Han Xinyi seems to be explaining the aftermath at this moment, this is a scene that the plane tree has never seen for thousands of years, in order to hide the panic in his heart, it had to continue to talk about painting.

However, in his heart, he was surprised at first, and then the waves crashed on the shore, and he paid more attention to the young man.

The next day, the plane tree climbed up to the top of the city, looking for the strange boy in a daze.

The Immortal Tower is somewhat famous in the Shifang Mountain Range, or it is very famous. According to legend, in the first year of Taiwu, the two gods of Shisheng and Jutan fell, and the small gods were constantly in dispute.

In the chaos, the ancient demons were born, self-proclaimed the only one in the world, with the demonic energy to store the dragon, and kill the ancestors to set an example of immortals, so it is called the immortal cliff.

The sea is crossing, tens of thousands of miles of wasteland for tens of thousands of years, countless majestic buildings are built on the mountain, the most precipitous place is this immortal building. Legend has it that the demon clan laughed at the years of the sycamore, it was very prosperous here, the east and west were thousands of feet long, the north and south were thousands of feet wide, and the place where the force was was received was a giant tree in the cliff that did not know the years.

Thousands of women who are captured by the demon clan every year live in this immortal building, and a number of red case Xiangjun are selected every year, all of which are both color and art.

However, red as the sky, blue as the sea, since the ancient famous Shao Baiying disappeared, the Demon Sect also seemed to have broken luck, scattered and divided, and in a blink of an eye, it was difficult to see the wind and moon of the year.

"The gods and demons of life and death are vast, and the immortal building is even more sad today, the red case has not been swept for a long time, where is the east wind to comfort the lonely~!"

The young man's groan stopped, and he suddenly heard the shadows of the surrounding trees rustling, "Kid is so Yaxing~!"

Tang Teng didn't look back, and said lightly: "Tong Mu, I'm sorry to break your tentacles, but you don't have to look for me every day, I have promised to take you to the world, I will definitely promise, is it possible that you are afraid that I will run away!"

The sycamore tree snorted, leaned closer, and pointed to the performance of the lake and mountains:

"The beauties under the Lechuan River are sparse, a bowl of yellow soup forgets to send a wife, and the immortals are still there, and I don't see Shao Baiji back then. ”

The sycamore tree smiled proudly and said: "No matter how conceited you are, you are a supreme gentleman, but there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, how many days are arrogant and now you are white bones, I will always follow you and protect you until you take me to the world." ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, and said, "Tong Mu, where did this poem come from?" Ha, I know, you must have stolen it from the Star Moon Demon God. ”

Lao Shu was also slightly stunned when he heard this, "Isn't it just learning a crooked poem that you did at will, and you can bring the stars and the moon with you in order to damage me." ”

The young man was stunned again, took a step back, carefully looked at the ugly tree in front of him, and said, "I didn't expect you to be ugly, and you have quite a literary talent." ”

When the sycamore tree heard this, his heart sank, "Boy, you dig less pits, no matter what you say, I won't let you cut from me, my roots are weak, I come to set an example of the immortal building, it takes a lot of effort, if you are cutting, you have to go to see the ancestor of Lichuan." ”

I only heard the young man laugh and said: "You broken tree, what kind of person do you think of me, I look like a shameless person who exchanged Sven for wine money?

After receiving the praise of the other party, Lao Shu seemed to be very happy, stretched out one to the young man, and asked timidly: "What is the subtlety of the "Han Xinyi's Silly Smile" you painted yesterday, can you tell one or two?"

"Let's draw it......"

After a while, the sycamore tree smiled and leaned back, "I see, I know~!"

Tang Teng was silent for a long time, looked up to the sky and sighed:

"This bull-nosed old Taoist information is wrong every time, he said to take me to see the flying snow in the south of the Yangtze River, and the result was to take a mud bath on the edge of the West Lake; he said to go to the East China Sea to listen to the waves, but the two of us were chased by the East China Sea warrior Nangong Iron Hammer for more than half a month, and lost six pairs of cloth shoes; this time I came to the Star Moon God Sect, he stabbed the chrysanthemum of the emperor crocodile, causing me to almost die of thirst in the vast barren hills. ”

"I have been walking with Lao Tao for more than 100 years, and I have been wandering around with his fallacies and absurd words, but for some reason, I don't want to take the initiative to leave him, so when I paint, I am always funny.

I don't want to become famous in a hundred years, and I have already become one of the eyes of the free wind and cloud list, which is really full of absurd words and a handful of bitter tears. ”

The night fog is miserable, the leaves are withering, the red flowers and willows are green in the past, and now the wild fox is screaming.

has been four watches, and one person and one tree are very happy to talk with each other.

is the so-called robbery brothers, meeting with a smile and enmity.

The milky white fog drifted everywhere, the smoke was vast, and suddenly a figure flashed.

The fourth watch is the last darkness before dawn, the earth seems to be covered by a black curtain, and the black shadow like the ghost of the night slowly falls on the precipice.

And he arose very old and weary.

Scarred!

The ghost clutched his chest and struggled forward.

"Old tree, is that a ghost?"

"It's not. ”

"Is that human?"

"Yes!"

"That's good......" The boy tried to calm his mood.

"Although sometimes people are much more terrible than ghosts, he should be your father, so it doesn't matter, but I should be a little afraid, but I don't have a heart and can't learn. The ancient tree was silent for a long time and spoke.

"What!"

The earth suddenly became darker, and the man slowly came out of the darkness, and under the subtle reflection of the fireflies, his face was as pale as paper, or paper as white, and his eyes were suddenly bright and dim, and his expression was melancholy and eager.

"Rebel!" he said calmly.

"Father!" the boy wept.

At this moment, the young man woke up from a nightmare.

The person who came was Tang Teng's auxiliary machine, and his injuries were very serious, he was dressed in black, and he had been torn into rags, and his ribs seemed to be all nested in his heart and lungs.

"Lonely and elegant for half a life, died of stubbornness, regretting not listening to my son's words. Don't seek revenge, and don't go back to suspense. ”

His eyes were empty, like a dead man, and he raised his right hand with difficulty, and touched the child's head, and his voice was already intermittent:

"You're going to stay here for the rest of the year...... Study your new style of dancheong...... This fucking book, you can ...... without reading it"

Immediately, a generation of great Confucian souls returned to southern Xinjiang......