Yujing City, Scattered Flower Building.

The calyx is shining, the fragrance is stacked, and the high platform of the nine layers can be seen on it, and the outline of the imperial capital can be seen on it.

The first floor of the world, which is famous in the capital, not only has a long history dating back to the Great Zhou Dynasty, but also celebrities are everywhere, and the pommel horses in front of the door are endless.

During the Great Zhou Dynasty, this was the most prestigious restaurant in the Ninety-nine Middle-earth periods, and when I heard that the Great Zhou Taizu conquered the world, I also lingered here.

In today's Daqian, according to the gossip spread by the people, Yang Pan, the son of heaven who has just ascended to the great treasure for a short time, has also come.

It seems that the historical torrent of the change of dynasty has not let the scattered flower building decay.

Princes and nobles, wealthy businessmen, and many people linger here.

One is for the foundation of the scattered flower building, after all, the emperors of the two dynasties have stayed, and they want to get a touch of heaven.

The second is for the dazzling excellent geisha in it.

It has to be said that the latter is the thing that all visitors look forward to the most.

Different from the ordinary Qinglou Flower Lane, since the establishment of the Sanhua Building, all the women in it have never sold themselves.

Even if the Son of Heaven sits in front of the hall, he can only see his superb skills of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, which can only be viewed from a distance and cannot be blasphemed.

This rule has not been broken in the past two hundred years.

It is the old world that everyone talks about, and the background behind the scattered flower building is probably unimaginable.

These days, the original Oiran Su Musha, I don't know if he was ill or something else, he turned down many guests and stopped showing up.

For a while, all the visitors who wanted to see the Oiran were quite complaining.

But soon, the new Oiran of the Scattered Flower Building climbed the nine-storied tower five days ago.

She was covered with a light veil on her face, sitting sideways and stroking the piano, like a clear spring flowing water, beads falling on the jade plate, and swinging straight into the depths of people's hearts.

That is like the graceful rhythm of the Guanghan fairy holding up the water falling in the Yao Pond, even the vulgar people who don't know half of the palace Shangjiao Zhengyu can hear the mystery from it, like fascinated and dreamlike.

And the sound of this piano is not only suspended inside and outside the scattered flower building, but also spread all over the land like a breeze blowing across the earth.

Therefore, the entire Yujing City is boiling.

Thanks to the power of the network of sentient beings, everyone today has the opportunity to cultivate martial arts and cultivate the Dao, even if they can't hold on to the Dao Master for a long time, they can still obtain the most basic method of refining the body.

After broadening his horizons, he knew the extraordinaryness of the new Oiran of this scattered flower building.

According to some benefactors with advanced cultivation, just this song of Guanghan Tianyin may have no less cultivation than ordinary ghosts and immortals.

Then, someone ventured to run the divine soul and jumped onto the nine-fold high platform to see its appearance, but it was the divine soul that was lost, and his mouth was mumbled gibberish.

No matter how everyone asked, there were only the words "immortals" left.

For a while, everyone flocked to this new Oiran that replaced Su Musha.

Looks like a fairy, cultivates to be superb, and has a light rhythm, no matter which one it is, it is like the starlight in the night sky, attracting high rollers and rich people.

I heard that there are a few young princes, some Yanei who inherits the shadow of their ancestors, and Hong Xuanji, the hottest minister of military aircraft, have all come here.

As for the name of this new Oiran, it has long been spread among the people:

Dream Ice Cloud.

……

"Bingyun, when I saw you for the first time yesterday, I couldn't help myself for a while, but I painted a portrait of you, and I specially brought it today."

In the delicate and scattered high platform pavilion, a handsome-looking man in his early twenties was holding a portrait and handing it to a woman in front of the collapse.

His eyes are sincere, his knuckles are slender and powerful, the breath around his body seems to have a charm of grasping all the power in the world, his complexion is full of brilliance, and there is a trace of indifferent fragrance between the opening and closing of his mouth and teeth.

The body and skin are like jade, and the body is fragrant, which is the realm that the body can only have when the body is cultivated to the martial saint who changes blood and cleanses the marrow.

Moreover, the inexplicable martial arts intent around him is already like standing in the middle of the martial saint, fusing his fist intent into a furnace.

This person is the big red man next to the emperor today, who is in his early twenties, and is the minister of military aircraft who is in the second grade, Hong Xuanji.

"I like this painting very much."

And just after Hong Xuanji handed over the scroll, the woman he called Bingyun took a closer look.

Then, she closed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, like the tip of a crescent moon, which made the light of the entire Wenxiang Pavilion brighter.

A smile, cold and playful appear one after another, like a fairy in the moonlight, and like an elf lingering in the world, which is unforgettable and long-thinking.

Hong Xuanji, who was sitting opposite, pinched his slender knuckles gently, and he couldn't hold his blood for a while.

With such a beauty, I am afraid that there is no man in the world who can not be moved.

"It's a pity that my painting skills are not as brilliant as those of Qiandaozi, but the person in this painting is not as good as the person in front of me."

Hong Xuanji saw Meng Bingyun chuckling, his eyes were slightly certain, and then he spoke.

It turned out that he never believed in love at first sight, but yesterday he accompanied a few idle princes to enter here, but he only felt that the women he had seen in the past were so unbearable.

Moreover, he keenly discovered that his consistent firm Dao heart since his martial arts cultivation had actually left a trace of the other party.

"Brother Hong, don't praise falsely, Qiandaozi is a saint of Middle Earth painting, and the little girl is just a pitiful person in Fireworks Willow Lane, how can she be worthy of his painting."

Meng Bingyun stroked her hair, put away the image painted by Hong Xuanji, and immediately added tea for the other party.

"If Bingyun is willing, I will invite Qiandaozi here."

Hong Xuanji looked at the other party's white as mutton fat, and his heart moved slightly.

Since he practiced, he had never been in contact with pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and he was looked down upon by those poor scholars in the court.

But in the past year, he has also begun to get in touch with poetry, books, classics, piano, chess, and painting, so he also knows the level of Qiandaozi in painting.

As soon as his mind moved, he clapped his hands, and the little guy who was waiting outside the door immediately pushed the door and listened to it, and then left the pavilion.

For the sake of the Pomeranians, Hong Xuanji was already a little abrupt, and he did not hesitate to leave a favor, which really made people invite him to paint the Holy Qiandaozi.

"The little girl is here, thank you Brother Hong."

Meng Bingyun blinked, looking at Hong Xuanji's posture like this, and suddenly flicked the guqin in front of his knee with both hands.

The next moment, the sound of green bamboo around the beam echoed like this.

Hong Xuanji closed his eyes and listened carefully, nodding from time to time, as if he was hit by the sound of the piano to the depths of his heart.

"Hahahaha! The green bamboo floats, the flowing water is curved, and the piano is good! Good piano! ”

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in Hong Xuanji's ears, and he couldn't help but open his eyes.

As far as the eye can see, there is a middle-aged man with long hair about forty or fifty years old, and a robe is casually draped.

This is the painting of the Holy Dry Road.

He looked away, and saw that Meng Bingyun on the opposite side was already sitting on the piano, looking at him with a smile.

"I'm asleep?"

At this moment, Rao is Hong Xuanji cultivated to the middle stage of the Martial Saint, and he couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

He felt that he only closed his eyes slightly to the sound of the piano, but he didn't expect that so long had passed.

He looked at the passage of time in the hourglass, and it was between opening and closing, and he lost his mind for three hours!

"Brother, Hong is abrupt."

Thinking of this, Hong Xuanji bowed his hand slightly and confessed to the main road.

"Hahaha! Dream girl's piano sound is immortal, and it is common sense for Brother Hong to be fascinated! I thank you for inviting me here, otherwise it would be difficult to see Dream Girl on weekdays. ”

Qiandaozi stroked his long hair, and seemed to be reminiscing about the sound of Meng Bingyun's piano.

He is known as the saint of painting by the world, and the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are one of the arts, and under the bypass, he naturally understands the sound of Meng Bingyun better than Hong Xuanji.

"Dream girl, I listen to the sound of your piano, although it is light and flexible, but the song seems to have a wisp of sadness, I don't know why I am sad?"

Gan Daozi looked at Hong Xuanji, thought for a while, and couldn't help but ask Meng Bingyun.

Others can't hear the song of this new Oiran of Sanhualou, but he can hear the deep meaning.

In this piano sound, there is a kind of deep sorrow, as if he is missing and even admiring a person who can't ask for it.

is over half a hundred years old, and Qiandaozi is a human spirit, how can he not see that Hong Xuanji is pursuing Meng Bingyun?

So he asked a little more tactfully, and it also gave both sides a little face.

The admirer of the new Oiran of the Scattered Flower Building is not Hong Xuanji at all.

After seeing this celestial celebrity in his early twenties, I am afraid that he will return disappointed.

"Painting the artistic conception of the saint is really extraordinary."

Meng Bingyun saw that Qiandaozi was slightly broken, and he didn't have any emotion.

She raised her hand slightly, took a handkerchief from the lining of her coat, and spread it out on the table.

On the plain white silk cloth, it seems to be embroidered with a man walking in the mountains.

He seems to wander among the mountains and rivers at will, crossing mountains and rivers at every time, sometimes stopping and sometimes forgetting to return.

The power of needlework cannot leave its unique charm in the silk cloth, but it also makes Gandaozi and even Hong Xuanji move slightly.

"It's... Is this the Taoist? ”

Qiandaozi looked at the man on the handkerchief with some confusion, as if he was thinking about something.

This man is very similar to the Taishang Dao Master Duan Zhen that the beings of Middle-earth see every day when they go to sleep, but the pair of horns on the skull that contain all the Dao aggregates are not embroidered.

As soon as he saw it, Qiandaozi seemed to be a little afraid to confirm it.

"Bingyun, where did you get such a desecrated image of the Dao Lord?"

But Hong Xuanji frowned, not only him, but all living beings in Middle-earth today have to inherit the grace of the Dao Master, although the man on this handkerchief is very similar to the Dao Master, but he has lost that pair of curved horns.

This kind of behavior is like painting a complete Buddha statue with complete hands and feet as mutilated, which is an extremely blasphemous act.

For hundreds of years, all beings in this world have been able to see the Lord of the Supreme Dao as long as they are in a dream.

Its appearance and body shape are already known to everyone, and no one knows it.

Even Hong Xuanji himself has a picture of the Taoist lord hanging high in his home, burning incense and worshipping day and night.

He knew that there were also many people among the people who maliciously tampered with the true appearance of the Taoist Master, and he hated this practice.

I didn't expect Bingyun to be such a person who doesn't know etiquette and doesn't understand the grace of preaching...

For a while, Hong Xuanji saw Meng Bingyun take out the image of the mutilated Dao Master, and his previous good impression of her actually disappeared a little.

"Blaspheming the Daoist Lord, I would never dare."

Meng Bingyun saw the performance of the two and shook his head slightly:

"But this is the appearance of the Taoist master that the little woman saw when she fell into a dream, and it was just left in her mind and embroidered on a handkerchief."

"Impossible! The world knows the Lord! How can its dignity be lost? ”

Hong Xuanji's brows furrowed even deeper, and there was a trace of uncertainty and doubt in his eyes.

For so many years, everyone in the world has seen the full phase of the Dao Master's firstborn two horns, why can't Meng Bingyun see it?

"If Brother Hong doesn't believe it, you can ask the saint to copy this image, and you can know it."

Meng Bingyun didn't argue with him, he was still calm and light, but looked at Gandaozi who had not spoken.

The atmosphere in the Red Scroll Pavilion suddenly fell silent.

"Maybe you can give it a try."

At this moment, Gandaozi nodded and took out a pen and paper from his cuff.

This pen and paper faintly shine with ink, which seems to be extremely extraordinary and extraordinary.

As the saint in the painting, it is to use this paper and pen as a tool to comfort the heart.

He spread out the white paper, hung the end of the pen, and saw that the ink stain naturally gushed out, and the whole hair was infected with the whole hair between breaths, but it was like a suction, and it did not drip.

This is the famous immortal-level magic weapon, the Spring and Autumn Pen.

Under the pen, you can draw spring and autumn.

"There are no less than hundreds of portraits of Taoist masters painted by Qian's life, but he has never painted a portrait without horns. This time it is really disrespectful, and I hope that the Taoist Lord will forgive the sins. ”

And before he put down his pen, he bowed slightly towards the extreme north, as if he was looking at the Taishi Mountain Range suspended at the end of the sky for three hundred years.

I heard that it is the mountain gate of the Taishang Dao, and it is also the place where the Taoist master participates in the Xuan.

But for hundreds of years, both human immortals and ghost immortals have been unable to get close.

The sky seemed to have turned into a dead end, and the world could only see the outline, but it was difficult to fly to the end.

"Godbrother, why bother?"

When Hong Xuanji saw this, he couldn't help but stop him.

He is a person who is extremely respectful of the Tao, and his personality is also very rigid, so he doesn't want Qiandaozi to draw such a blasphemous image of the Taoist master.

But when Qiandaozi saw Meng Bingyun's handkerchief, he only felt that his thoughts were linked.

As if there are no horns, Fang is the true appearance of the Taoist.

He didn't care about Hong Xuanji's obstruction, and went straight to the pen.

Whew!

Inside the pavilion, the faint sound of the wind blew suddenly.

Under the spring and autumn brushstrokes, the ink color is flowed out, and the surrounding white paper is printed with color.

The dragon and snake were sketched with a pen, and the figure of the Taoist master was gradually drawn.

I have to say that the skills of Qiandaozi are many times higher than Hong Xuanji.

Just a simple turn and combination directly brought out the charm of the Taoist master.

A man who crosses mountains and rivers gradually leaps onto the paper.

The flowing clouds in the sky, the stars and moon in the dome, and the mountains and rivers in the world have all become his foils.

It just appeared with him, and stayed with him.

Gradually, as the colors in the painting were enriched, Meng Bingyun had already gotten up and looked at Hao.

And Hong Xuanji also felt something, and the frowning brows began to soothe, and there was a trace of disbelief in his eyes.

The hornless Taoist appearance actually looks even more charming!

And the painting skills of the dry road are enough to bring out the inner rhyme, which makes people rise for no reason, this is the feeling of the original appearance of the Taoist!

Boom Boom!

There seemed to be a faint roar in the air, as if countless ghosts and gods had gathered and hovered here.

And Qiandaozi's face became more and more pale, and the sweat of the bean was constantly leaking out of his body.

The more he painted, the more he felt that his mind, thoughts, flesh and blood began to be constantly emptied, as if he was really painting a picture of the true appearance of the Taoist Master!

Knock knock knock!

The extremely violent heartbeat suddenly exploded from his chest, and even Hong Xuanji and Meng Bingyun on the side heard it really.

It's hard to imagine how huge the mental consumption of the cadres at this moment is!

"Got the finishing touch..."

Suddenly, Hong Xuanji and Meng Bingyun couldn't help but sweat slightly, because the Dao Master painted by Qiandaozi had reached the last step!

All the mountains and rivers, all the wind and rain, all the nebulae, and even the man, have been completed!

Only the eyes remain, and it has not yet fallen!

This is the finishing touch, the most verve and concentration in a portrait.

Boom Boom!

At this moment, in the high air above the pavilion, a thunderous roar suddenly exploded.

The clouds swept in an instant, and the black pressure came, as if it was within reach, and it was breathless.

Just one painting can cause such a strange celestial phenomenon!

"Brother Qian's painting hundreds of portraits of Dao Lords before, but they didn't cause any visions of heaven and earth, why is this the case today?"

Hong Xuanji looked at the dark clouds that were rolling rapidly in the sky, and even the heavy thunder, and his heart suddenly jumped.

He had an idea in his heart that subverted common sense for no reason, could it be that this hornless appearance was the original body of the Dao Master?

"Whoa!"

The raindrops the size of beans seemed to pour down, washing the entire scattered flower building and rising water vapor.

And at this moment, Hong Xuanji and Meng Bingyun couldn't care too much, just staring at the white paper in front of Gandaozi.

At this moment, the ink dye of the Spring and Autumn Pen has already touched the eyes of the Taoist!

Woo-ra!

And at this moment, the palm of the dry road shook to the ground!

"Not good!"

For a while, the three people in the pavilion were all in a hurry, and the dry road trembled, and the Spring and Autumn Pen fell towards the white paper between the lightning and flint!

This portrait of the Taoist Lord that is about to take shape is about to be polluted by ink!

"Brother, stabilize your mind!"

After all, it is the body of the middle stage of the martial god, and Hong Xuanji made a sudden move between the Spring and Autumn Pen landing.

His figure was already extremely close, and within ten breaths, he reached out steadily, and closed his palm, allowing the tip of the ink-stained pen to pierce into his palm.

And after securing it, he hurriedly turned around, stubbornly protecting the ink, not wanting the portrait of the Daoist who was about to take shape to be polluted by it.

Thump!

But in the next moment, he was stunned.

The painting of the holy dry road, unexpectedly weakened under his feet, and fell straight down!

"Brother!"

At this moment, Hong Xuanji held the Spring and Autumn Pen, stepped by, and sensed the breath of the dry road.

"It's okay to paint the saint, but I ran out of energy and fainted."

Meng Bingyun took a step ahead of Hong Xuanji, finished perceiving the state of Qiandaozi, and shook his head slightly.

"It's okay..."

Seeing this, Hong Xuanji also exhaled.

But in the next moment, a trace of extremely strong regret appeared in his eyes, and when he looked at Meng Bingyun, he found that the other party was the same.

Qiandaozi was unconscious, but this image of the Taoist master could not be painted.

Such a portrait containing the principles of the Tao must be completed in one go.

If there is a pause in the middle, even if it is a saint in the painting, it is difficult to maintain.

"It's a pity."

Meng Bingyun shook his head again, his eyes seemed to bring up loss.

She moved forward, looking at the Dao Lord who had not been embellished with her eyes, as if she had crossed a period of time and saw the young man who rescued her back then.

For a while, he didn't say anything again.

"Bingyun don't want to be lost, in today's world, there is no one to draw the Dao Master."

Hong Xuanji watched the beauty fall into a state of sorrow, and felt a sense of pity.

Up to now, where did he not know that the hornless appearance was the original body of the Dao Master, and when he thought that he had wrongly blamed the other party, he suddenly felt a sense of self-blame in his heart.

He stepped forward slightly, wanting to take the opportunity to help, but the next moment he was dodged by Meng Bingyun:

"Hong Gongzi, you still call me Dream Girl."

Her pace was extremely agile, and she didn't even grasp Hong Xuanji's qi.

"This..."

Seeing this, Hong Xuanji was stunned for a while.

"Hongluan, send off."

Meng Bingyun spoke slightly, and saw a little girl dressed as a maid walking from behind the door and bowing to Hong Xuanji.

For a while, Hong Xuanji was extremely surprised and puzzled by Meng Bingyun's change of face, but thinking of the coma of Qiandaozi and the coldness on the beauty's face, he had to swallow what he wanted to say.

A woman's heart is really like a needle under the sea, and Rao is a very popular minister at a young age, which is also incomprehensible.

"In that case, Hong will leave first today."

In the end, Hong Xuanji clenched his fists slightly, and then carried the dry road with one hand and left this heavy pavilion.

He can afford to put it down, and he will come back another day.

The dark clouds and thunder on the horizon were silent and quietly dispersed.

Only a little fresh water vapor after the rain is left to fill the inside.

Meng Bingyun stroked her hair, got up and stood in front of the blank paper, and suddenly stretched out her hand and stroked it.

She brushed it softly and pressed it on the man who had not lost his eyes in the painting, as if through the portrait, turned into a soft sigh:

"In this world, no one can paint you."

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