From afar, the mountains are colored, and the water is silent.

The flowers are still in spring, and the birds are not surprised.

——— Wang Wei "Painting"

The moon is hazy, the lights are hazy, and the people in the painting are getting hazy.

Wang Yi sat in front of the posthumous work "Proud Beauty Picture" of Huangshan Daoren, sitting still, in his eyes, there was only the red plum in the Proud Beauty Picture, the beauty.

Wang Yiben is not a person who likes calligraphy and painting, and he bought paintings from Fu Mingsu in order to honor Fu Kun and vassal the elegant trend of the capital by the way.

Since he had this "Aomeitu", there are dignitaries and dignitaries in and out of the family from time to time, just to see this "Aomeitu". This has indeed helped him to gain a foothold in Beijing, allowing him to enter the elegant circle of the capital faster.

But gradually, Wang Yi watched those people pointing at "Aomeitu", and a strange vinegar taste arose in his heart. He developed a desire for exclusivity that he couldn't explain.

The painting really fascinated him. He didn't want to share the painting with anyone else, and he didn't want to see the obsessive gaze of those people fall on his painting. The feeling that disgusted him was like taking off his beloved girl for others to see.

He was deeply displeased by this, but for the sake of his rights, he still reluctantly let people come to see it. Recently, he decided to turn away visitors who wanted to see the Aomei on the grounds of the preservation of the Aomeitu.

Among the people who came one after another, Wang Yi also slowly learned about the Huangshan Taoist and some rumors of this "Proud Beauty Picture".

Huangshan Taoist is a nickname, his real name is Huang Ye, and he was a well-known painter in the early days of the Qian. This Huangshan Taoist has always only painted landscapes, and the painting style is also neat and tidy, and is famous for its fineness. Because of its exquisite and meticulous working, it was quite loved by the ancestral emperors of that year.

Once this painting was loved by the emperor, the painter soared overnight and became a dignitary. It's often hard to find a painting.

But gradually, Huang Ye's paintings entered a bottleneck, just some mountains and rivers, which were soon caught up by other painters, and his popularity in the capital gradually declined. It used to be hard to find a painting, but then it was given away for nothing and no one wanted it.

Suddenly, one year, his painting style turned bright and bold, and it was this "Proud Picture" that became famous in one fell swoop. This flamboyant and unbridled painting method, the bright contrast of colors, and the looming beauty make Huang Ye's paintings instantly full of vitality, no longer as lifeless as landscapes.

His paintings begin to evoke reverie, and people can't help but wonder what the beauty in this painting is doing, what is she thinking, who is she waiting for? Is it a lover?

Such speculation makes Huang Ye's paintings never get tired of looking. And the "Proud Picture" was also collected by Huang Ye himself and in the bedroom.

After that, there was an endless stream of people asking for paintings. Huang Ye has added this beauty in the field of landscape that he is good at, so that his paintings are not only scened, but also affectionate, and the combination of scenes makes people think about it.

Suddenly, one day, Huang Ye wanted to retreat and paint, and this closure was half a moon. He has been in the room for half a month, not going out for half a step. There is also a family at the door waiting for demolition. Then, strange things happened.

The next day, the family opened the door to deliver breakfast as usual, and when they were about to clean it, they found that Huang Ye was missing!

Jia Ding confirmed that Huang Ye never left the room for half a step, so how did he disappear out of thin air?

Since then, the folk began to spread the legend of the Huangshan Taoist becoming an immortal and ascending, saying that his painting was so good that he was invited by the Jade Emperor to be a painting immortal, just like his nickname: Huangshan Taoist in general, became an immortal.

Whether there is an immortal or not, no one knows. I only know that this "Aomei Tu", which made Huang Ye score twice and became famous again, went through several times after that, and finally disappeared.

Until today, it was bought by Wang Yi.

Such a legendary painting has returned to the capital again, how can those who love painting not come here?

Wang Yiduan sat in front of the painting, and also looked deeply: "Aomeitu, Aomeitu, you have brought me good luck, how can I repay you?"

"Come in and ...... with me" Suddenly, these four words blew in his ears like the wind. The soft and sandy voice is indisputable, but it is extremely sultry.

Wang Yi continued to look at the painting in front of him stupidly: "It's so beautiful...... It's so beautiful......"

The painting scroll swayed gently in the wind, and the red plum blossoms in the eyes of Wang Yi also swayed, like the branches of the red plum trees swaying gently in the breeze, and the red, gorgeous petals fluttered, and they floated out of the painting scroll, into the air around Wang Yi, and fell in the palm of his hand.

He watched obsessively, obsessed with this strange scene, and did not realize the strangeness of this scene.

"Come ......" The ethereal, ethereal voice appeared again, and the beauty among the red plums moved. She turned slowly, her black hair flying in the wind, her face looming between the fluttering hair.

She stretched out her hand towards Wang Yi.

She stretched out her hand towards Wang Yi.

Wang Yi stood up stupidly and opened his eyes wide: "Beauty...... You've finally turned around......" He approached Aomeitu step by step, and stretched out his hand to the beauty, "Take me quickly...... Take me to ......."

The red petals suddenly swirled up and became dense, surrounding Wang Yi's surroundings, and in the light, there was a cautious blood light, and the bright red and dazzling blood light reflected the entire room and stained the surrounding walls.

The thick blood actually fell from the beams of the room, from dropping like rain to pouring down, and in an instant, the whole room seemed to be washed with blood, and completely turned blood-red.

The petals swirled in front of Wang Yi, so that he couldn't see the appearance of the sea of blood outside at all, even if it was not blocked, in his stupid gaze, there was only the beauty in white in the painting.

He walked into the passage of the red plum, and his figure gradually disappeared among the petals. The petals spun rapidly again, circling the room like a red blood serpent, and rushed back into the scroll.

Suddenly, the wind was quiet, the painting was still, the blood was still, everything was still. Time stood still in the room for a moment, the drops of blood in the air, and the candle flame froze.

The next moment, a red vortex appeared on the screen, sucking all the blood into the vortex!

On the wall, on the floor, on the bed, everywhere, every drop of blood was sucked into the scroll!

The candle flame flickered again, but there was no Wang Yi in the room. And on the "Proud Beauty Picture", a drop of blood slowly slipped down, and gradually disappeared into the gorgeous, red plum......