In the end, everyone felt very strange when they saw a painting in Hong Yaobao's hand. They found that Hong Yaobao had not held that painting once or twice, and he valued it very much.

"Yaobao, what kind of treasure do you have in your hand? Take it out and take a look. Li Lao suddenly asked.

Others have the same idea, you know, that guy's eyes are vicious, and almost all the things he targets are legendary treasures.

Hong Yaobao handed it over, and there was no big problem with that painting, and it was not particularly precious. However, there is another painting hidden in the scroll, which seems to have a great origin.

"Hmmm! Nothing special! The painting work is very poor, and it is not much in the stream in ancient times. This paper is also very ordinary, and it hasn't been paid yet, so this one is the worst of these ancient calligraphy and paintings, right? Tang Xin commented.

The others felt the same way, but they didn't say it. Could it be that because this painting is so bad, Hong Yaobao only took a few more looks? According to Hong Yaobao's xìng grid, it doesn't seem to make any sense, right?

"It's not a good picture, but the sentence on the side of the painting is a bit weird." Hong Yaobao said.

This painting is obviously a picture of crops, such an ink painting has no deep meaning in ancient times, but there is an inscription on the side: There is a god and a good horse in the painting! This makes it feel weird.

"At a glance, I know that the painting is only a vassal elegance, and the painting can't be done, and the inscription is not a horse's mouth." Tang Xin could only explain it like this.

Li Lao waited for him to take a closer look at the whole picture, and found that it was really a very poor painting, and he immediately lost interest.

Hong Yaobao took it and twisted the scroll slightly, and the scroll on one side was actually twisted out, like a lid. Seeing this scene, Iri, who had just lost interest, immediately perked up. Just now, they were only paying attention to the picture, not the scroll.

"There's something in there." Tang Xin saw it immediately.

Hong Yaobao slowly took out the contents carefully, and spread out the paper of Lao 1rì under everyone's curious, expectant, and excited eyes.

As soon as it was spread out, everyone heard the neighing of a calm horse, and many of them involuntarily took a step back.

When everyone looked over, they saw a horse appearing on the screen. This horse is a bit weird, it is actually bald-tailed. Many of them rubbed their eyes, and they felt that the horse inside seemed to come to life, and its eyes were like torches, neighing at the young man, as if it was about to jump out of the paper.

"How do I seem to hear the neighing of horses?" An old man asked incredulously. He looked at the others, thinking that there was something wrong with his ears, and it was not strange that he had tinnitus, Bi Jingjin was old, and this thing was not untried.

But the others nodded with a serious expression, mixed with a hint of doubt, and a little excited. When they saw this painting, they knew it was not ordinary. Even though the horse inside didn't have a tail and looked weird, it was as if the horse had been cast and sealed in paper.

"The horse seems to be alive." Another old man even took out his reading glasses and hurriedly put them on.

"Who painted such a realistic and magical painting?" Only then did Gu Wen come back to his senses. When he saw this painting, he was shocked and unusual, it didn't look like Iruma's work.

"I think of a legend that maybe this painting is the painting of Saint Wu Daozi." Li Lao, who is usually very steady, also danced at this time.

Everyone is no stranger to painting saint Wu Daozi, and Bi Jing is a grandmaster-level object. In ancient China, there were only a dozen people who were canonized. In addition to painting the saint Wu Daozi, there are also the wine saint Du Kang, the literary saint Confucius, the history saint Sima Qian, the poetry saint Du Fu, the medical saint Zhang Zhongjing, the martial saint Guan Yu, the book saint Wang Xizhi, the grass saint Zhang Xu, the tea saint Lu Yu, the soldier saint Sun Wu, the sage Zhang Liang, the science saint Zhang Heng, and the medicine saint Sun Simiao.

Its landscape painting has the power of change, the folds of the clothes are fluttering, the lines are strong, and it is called the strip of lettuce, which has the effect of flying clothes and moving the wind all over the wall, and is known as Wu with the wind. He also applied a little light color in the scorched ink lines, and was known as Wu costume. The lines of painting are concise, the pen is only one or two, and the image has been answered, and it is called "sparse body". He was revered as a "painting saint" by the people and as an ancestor by the folk painters.

"Maybe it's the painting saint who has this kind of skill." There were many people present who went into the dark passage.

Li Lao saw that everyone was curious to look at it, so he mentioned a legend about the painting saint.

It is rumored that once, the painting of the saint Wu Daozi came to the Jizu Mountain. On the night he stayed at the Golden Dome Temple, the moon was exceptionally bright. He and Zen Master Yuezhi drank to the moon, gossiped about ancient and modern, and talked very speculatively.

The Zen master said: "Master Jiuwen is a master of Danqing, take this good night, dare to ask the master to improvise a painting, one to open the eyes of the poor monks, and the other to leave a permanent memorial to the Han Temple, I don't know how to do it?" ”

Wu Daozi nodded again and again in agreement. The Zen master ordered the little monk to serve the marquis and bring paper, pen and ink. After thinking about it for a while, he picked up the pen and made a "Horse Map", and the horse was really alive.

However, just as he was about to paint the last stroke, the ponytail, the painter felt that his chest was tight, nauseous, and very sad, so he put the brush aside, walked briskly to the courtyard, and vomited. The deacon monk hurriedly brought tea and asked Wu Daozi to wash, and then went back to the meditation room to rest. When he woke up in the second day, he was better at painting the holy jīng god, but he didn't remember the painting of horses, and after eating, he said goodbye to the monks and went down the mountain.

After a few years, the Zen master carefully looked at the "Horse Map" and found that the horse's tail had not yet been painted, which was very regrettable, but there was no choice but to hang it in the side room of the meditation hall. The Zen master burns a burn of incense in front of the painting every time, one to remember the master, and the other to watch the horse picture. The more I looked at the horse, the more I felt alive, as if it was neighing and trying to jump down.

Once, a dozen or so peasants from the bottom of the mountain rushed into the temple and said to the Zen master angrily: "The bald-tailed horse in your temple came to eat our white spoon crops at night, and this time we chased it, and it has been running into your temple, and you have to pay back our crops." ”

The Zen master was really "the second monk was confused" and said: "What kind of horse does the Buddha raise? If you don't believe me, please search all over the temple. ”

The peasants searched everywhere, but they didn't even see the shadow of the horse, and they thought that the Zen master must have hidden it, so they entangled with him. The Zen master thought for a while, and suddenly remembered the painting, so he said to the peasants: "Neighbors, the old monk really has no horses, but there is a picture of the horse drawn by Master Wu Daozi, please come into the house and take a look." ”

When the farmer looked at the horse in the picture, he was astonished, this bald-tailed horse was exactly the same as the bald-tailed horse they were chasing, and there were a few green wheat seedlings in its mouth! So, pointing to the horse in the painting, he said, "This is it, stealing our white spoon crops at night." ”

The Zen master was furious, pointed at the bald tail and scolded: "Beast, it is better to send you to the fire pond if you are left behind." ”

As soon as he said this, he saw the horse fall on his knees, and his eyes were full of tears. The farmer was amazed when he saw it, and felt that it was a pity to burn it, so he said, "Forget it, as long as it sincerely repents and does not spoil the crop again." ”

Since then, they have often seen a bald-tailed horse coming down from Jizu Mountain to help the farmers with a thousand jobs, carrying firewood, wheat, and rice. Many people don't know its origin, but the more than ten croppers know in their hearts: it is the bald-tailed divine horse painted by Wu Daozi.

After listening to the story, everyone subconsciously regarded this painting as the legendary "Immediately Map" of the painting saint Wu Daozi. Judging from this picture, it seems that only the painting saint has that ability.

Those old people who entered the family were excited like old children, and they gathered around the side of the "Immediately Map" one by one, watching the magical "Immediately Map" with relish.

"This time, there will be another sensation in the country." Guwen said.

"What's the domestic sensation? As soon as this painting came out, the world would be a sensation. Those gringos have always looked down on our Chinese paintings, and if this horse is released, it will definitely be able to suppress them and ensure that they will not dare to say a word. Another expert spoke.

Li Lao nodded: "Although there is no clear evidence that this is the work of the painting saint, we can be more than ninety percent sure of it." This work has reached the pinnacle of art, and who would dare to say anything? Their so-called impressionists, abstract painters and other masters of the gringos, are worthless in front of the painting saints. ”

Tang Xin reached over and wanted to pick up the "Immediately Map". At this time, a shadow suddenly jumped out of the picture, startling everyone, and Tang Xin took a few steps back.

When everyone looked over again, they found that the shadow of a horse appeared on the paper, which was actually the one in the painting, and the expression was shocked.

"What's the situation?" Li Lao has lived most of his life, and it is the first time he has seen such a scene.

"I don't know, I touched it, and the horse jumped out." Tang Xin's eyes were firmly fixed on the bald tail horse that could move on the paper. Even now, her heart is still beating faster!

All of them chose to remain silent, staring intently at the horse. After a while, the shadow was printed on the paper again, and it returned to its original form.

This time, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. In the situation just now, the timid entered, and probably thought it was a ghost! Otherwise, how to explain it? The horse on the paper suddenly turned into a shadow and floated out, so it's no wonder if you don't scare it to death!

"It seems that the legend has some basis, and this horse can really jump out. Tang girl, how did you get it just now? Li Lao also reached over and fiddled with it for a while, but the situation just now just now just now just now just didn't happen.

"This phenomenon is a bit similar to the jade carving of the twelve zodiac gods! Could it be that this is the realm of a generation of grandmasters? Can it be taken away from creation? Some old-timers couldn't help but say.

Tang Xin was also confused, he seemed to have just touched it just now, and he didn't get it much!

"You just touched there?" Li Lao asked again.

This time, Tang Xin tried to let go of a blank space. It was supposed to be the position of the horse's tail, but the horse didn't have a tail, so it was vacant.

As soon as her hand touched the place, the phenomenon happened again. This time, everyone knows the key.

"This is the real painting of God! A stroke of genius! The painting saint is really extraordinary. Youri exclaimed.