"I said to those people in the heavenly court, I want to be a ghost wandering in the mortal world." The mixed tastes were all written on his face at the moment. "Do you know that after death, if you don't ascend to the heavenly court, you should be exiled to the underworld, and those people in the heavenly court will open up to me when they see that I have contributed during my lifetime, so that I can roam freely in the mortal world."

Giving up going to the heavenly court that everyone admires, and choosing to be a wild ghost in the world, I think this kind of thing is something that only he can do.

"During that time, I kept wandering around the palace, in Tongquetai, and on both sides of the Luo River, going to the places she had been to before her death, to find the smell of her." He said. "A hundred years have passed in this way."

"And then you met the painter?"

"Sir is really smart, you guess it, I met him by the Luo River, and it was in the position where the two of us are sitting now." Cao Zhi's expression finally relaxed, and he finally stopped being sad and laughing like before. "And then I finally did the right thing."

"What?" For a while, the atmosphere was pushed to a climax.

I glanced at the sky, and the moon had disappeared at some point, and the morning light was revealing little by little through the barrier of darkness.

"Mr. Gu really wanted to paint my Luo Shen Fu as a romantic story, so he repeatedly asked me about my state of mind when I wrote this fu, and I told him everything."

"Did you know that Mr. Gu could create the world in the painting?"

"Mr. Gu didn't hide anything, he told me everything, and he also told me about the deepest skills in the painting." Cao Zhi said. "He told me that there is also a special effect in the painting, if the person in the painting really exists in reality, and the person in reality is willing to give his soul to the painter, so that the painter can use the soul to make ink, then the person in this reality can stay in the painting forever and have their own thoughts."

My mind went blank and I couldn't react for a long time.

"In other words, I have long been one with Cao Zhi in the painting."

"You...... What are you doing this for? Why do you bother? "I couldn't understand Cao Zhi's abandonment of going to Heaven before, but now he has given up being a wild ghost and has chosen to stay in a vain painting realm forever, which makes me rack my brains and not be able to comprehend.

Cao Zhi glanced at the white light in the sky, and finally had a hint of relief on his face. "This is my punishment for myself, and it is also my salvation for myself, I will always stay in this painting, I can meet Zhen Luo once a day, and I can experience that story every day."

"But this world is fake!" I shouted.

"What's the fake, I need to use this story to constantly numb myself, telling myself that the reason why Zhen Luo and I can't be together is because of the difference between man and god, not because of my fault!" Cao Zhi was also emotional. "It's my own choice."

Stay in a painting forever, like a machine, doing the same thing every day, just to be able to see your beloved every day. I really don't know at this moment whether Cao Zhi is cowardly or brave, whether he is a genius or a madman.

"Your Highness, you are really disappointed!"

The water of the Luo River is still murmuring, and the plants and trees on both sides are still dancing with the wind, and the scenery in front of you is circulating day after day.

"There is no end in heaven and earth, human life is like the morning glow, and the world is like this......" Cao Zhi looked at the white belly of the fish in the east, and indulged in a poem.

"Sir, it's dawn, I can't chat with you anymore, you stand still and don't move, close your eyes and count seven times, and you can leave here." Cao Zhi said as he turned his back and slapped his palm lightly. "And I'm going to continue my story."

The squires and soldiers, who had been silent all night, came back to life.

"Your Highness, why are you here all night?" The attendant hurriedly took out a robe and draped it over Cao Zhi. "It's cold in the morning, Your Highness, don't freeze my body."

"It's nothing, it's just that the fairy just now made me smitten and can't forget it for a long time." Cao Zhi said in a deep voice. "She asked me to meet her at the bottom of the lake tomorrow."

"Your Highness, this must not be, don't take such a big risk for a woman." The attendant hurriedly explained, looking embarrassed.

"I've made up my mind. Even if there is a difference between man and god, I am willing to chase it. Saying that, Cao Zhi got on his horse and ran to the depths of the woods alone. Go back to Juancheng first, and leave me alone, this is an order. ”

The sound of Dada's horse's hooves faded away, and his figure was fleeting in the morning mist.

Floating in the long river and forgetting to return, thinking about Miandu. The night is sleepless, and the frost comes to the dawn.

This poem is a true portrayal of this night.

I slowly closed my eyes, imprisoned in darkness. Then from one to seven, he seemed to sink in the cold water of the Luo River, sinking deeper and deeper, and his heart was dull.

Drowning, suffocation, fainting.

"Little boss! Little boss! A familiar voice rings in my ears." Little boss, are you alright? ”

I slowly opened my swollen eyes, only to realize that I was soaking wet, and the thin figure of the painter was hovering in front of me.

"This ......"

"Little boss, what's the matter with you? Didn't I say that you can come out by following along and finishing the story? Painter said anxiously. You're not going to make any moths. ”

"I ...... I didn't do anything, it was Cao Zhi who took the initiative to tell me everything. I coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of salty water.

"What did he tell you? Is it the true identity of Roselle? ”

I nodded wearily, then struggled to grab onto the edge of the table and crawled up. "Yes, and it's not just that."

"What else?"

"There's another kind of indulgence you talked to Daoist Zuo about earlier." I sat down in a chair and quickly took a sip of bitter tea to suppress my shock. "The captivity of the self-soul, an endless cycle."

He ...... He told you that himself? "The painter looked very surprised, I thought he would know all about it.

"Yes, and it's even more terrifying when the person in question says it."

The painter hurriedly rolled up the "Luo Shen Futu" spread on the ground and carefully wrapped it in Mengmu paper. "I didn't expect this, I wanted to wait for you to come out and explain it to you, but I didn't expect the person in the painting to know it."

"It's his own choice." I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. "And there should be many mysteries in this painting that even Zuo Dao Chang doesn't know."

The painter's eyes were staring straight at me. "What do you mean by little boss?"

"I just came out, and I actually brought out the water of the Luo River, which shows that the realm in this painting is not a completely illusory world, and perhaps there is no boundary between the real and the unreal. Zuo Daochang said that this thing has mixed merits, but in my opinion, it is 19 points of merit and inferiority. ”

The painter stared at me speechlessly.

"But no matter what, I don't want to enter any more paintings, so please take these two paintings and give them to someone who is destined." I said firmly.

"Is it because the story in the painting is too tragic?"

Is it just a tragic story? It's the people inside who are too chilling.

"It's because this painting ruined one of my favorite poets!"