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"This painting is called "White Horse Roaring"?" Hua Cub said to Meng Bufu in a questioning tone, "But how can the horse in the painting be white?" ”

Long Xirui looked at the horse in the miniature ink painting, and knew that Hua Cub didn't understand why a horse outlined only with water and ink was a white horse, and had heard Meng Bufu mention that the author of the painting was Fan Gao, and she finally understood where her sense of déjà vu about this painting came from. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, Shi Yuliang took a closer look at the probe and said, "Anyway, in my eyes, at least it's not a dark horse." ”

"In non-advanced Chinese paintings, to express the color of the horse, the skill is mainly reflected in the treatment of the horse's legs." Meng Bufu said slowly, "Look, the legs of this horse are white and black, and the hoof crown is dyed with a three-dimensional feeling, leaving a highlight part in the bright place after dyeing, and at the same time covering the middle color part with light ochre ink, and finally using thick ink to outline the hoof crown from fine to thick and then to fine, so that after processing, the horse's colorless whole body will be contrasted with a snow-white jade feeling." ”

Seeing that the people around him listened carefully, Meng Bufu continued to recite the words: "Chinese painting white horses, the depiction of the mane is also a difficult point, both have levels, and not be dirty, so the color and pen need to be very cautious. ”

"Ripping?" Hua Cub asked with her fingers running her dyed yellow hair.

"Silk of silk." Meng Bufu glanced at Hua Xiao'er and introduced, "Silk hair can be said to be the key to painting horses, to be extra careful, if there is a stroke that does not fit the structure, with a stroke, the whole painting may be wasted, out of control, so when dealing with it, it must be gradually deepened from shallow to deep, so that it can not only show the level of hair, but also reflect the texture of the whole horse." ”

Long Xirui listened to Meng Bufu's explanation, and at the same time thought about what purpose Tong Shuyang wanted to stuff such a painting on cockroach Qiang, so he asked Meng Bufu: "So is there anything special in this painting?" ”

Meng Bufu narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Then what did you see in it?" ”

Long Xirui moved her gaze back to the painting, looking from top to bottom from left to right, except for the white horse, only to see green mountains, green water, blue sky, and white clouds come into view.

"It turns out that there is not only one horse in this painting!" Suddenly, Shi Yuliang said loudly.

As soon as he spoke, he reached out and pointed to a boulder at the foot of the mountain.

Long Xirui followed the sound, at first glance it was a stone, but if you look at the texture inside the boulder, it looks like an old horse lying on the ground on its knees, and the jagged trees stand nearby, and it looks a little like a stable hidden above.

"The old man is in the bush." Long Xirui suddenly recalled the four sentences written on Fan Gao's "West Wind Spirit", and blurted out.

Meng Bufu showed a look of surprise on his face after hearing this, rolled his eyes, and then nodded at Long Xirui and smiled: "You can teach your son!" ”

Long Xirui's eyes were still staring at the painting, and at this moment, she had opened her mind and said, "The strong man has a broken arm." ”

Among the people beside her, only Shi Yuliang could follow her train of thought, pointing to the stream under the mountain and asking, "Are you talking about here?" ”

Everyone looked intently, and saw that the stream was painted in a meandering way, and matched with the surrounding grass and gravel in a staggered manner, like the upper body of a muscular man, but one of his arms waved outward, but it was as soft as a bone, so that only the sleeves of the robe were seen, but the arms were not visible.

"You two really know a little bit about it!" Meng Bufu said, casting an approving glance at Shi Yuliang.

"There are tears in the sky."

As soon as Long Xirui's words fell, Shi Yuliang had already pointed his finger to the blue sky in the painting, only to see the white clouds echoing each other, linked together and then looking at it, just like a human face, with all facial features, but the corners of his eyes seemed to be fettered with tears.

"And what is the explanation for this man's back?" Without waiting for Long Xirui to say the last four words, Shi Yuliang pointed to the towering mountains in the painting and asked.

The mountains looked like they were stacked with mountains and ravines, but everything was gathered in one place, as if a man of great figure was squatting on the ground with his back to the audience. The man can't see his face, but just looking at his back gives people a feeling of swallowing mountains and rivers and being proud of the world.

"Heroes are invincible." Long Xirui replied.

"The old man is in wait, the strong man has a broken arm, there are tears in the sky, and the hero is invincible." Shi Yuliang repeated the sixteen words that Long Xirui said, and said: "I didn't expect that there is a lot of mystery in this painting!" ”

"And what is the real mystery in this painting?" Long Xirui asked Meng Bufu.

"Mystery? Didn't the mystery just let you break the Dao? Meng Bufu asked Long Xirui rhetorically, but the smile on his face slipped away quietly.

Long Xirui felt that what Meng Bufu wanted to hide was something more important than a smile, and asked: "Presumably Mr. Meng and Mr. Fan Gao, the author of this painting, are also quite related!" ”

"If life is only as it was at first sight, the ups and downs are prosperous, and you suddenly look back, but it is just a passing cloud." Before he finished speaking, Meng Bufu had already turned around and left, and Long Xirui didn't even have time to see the expression on his face when he spoke.

"Huh! We had a good chat just now, how did Mr. Meng say that he would just leave? Hua Cub looked at Meng Bufu's back and said.

At this moment, the sound of sirens in the ears was loud, and many police cars came from all directions, and the remnants of hundreds of people had already lost both sides and dispersed in a moment, and no one even knew whether the result of this melee was their own side or the opponent was bargaining.

The scene of hundreds of people scattering and fleeing was extremely spectacular, and Hua Cub was elated, but she disappeared from Long Xirui in a blink of an eye.

In the quiet alley on the university campus, looking at Long Xirui who was blocking his way, Meng Bufu stopped his swift footsteps, and said with a smile on his face: "Ten thousand hairs are born of fate, all of them are fate." You and I are fated to see each other, I don't know what Miss has to do? ”

"Since Mr. Meng knows this painting of Mr. Fan Gao well, can you talk a little more?" Long Xirui said as she unfolded the miniature scroll, and said, "If I can, I want to borrow Mr. Meng's magic eye to see the secrets hidden in this painting." ”

"Then why don't you just ask the author of this painting?"

"If you don't want to answer this question head-on," Long Xirui said, putting away the scroll, "I can also change the subject, I guess the omniscient Teacher Meng must have heard of the priceless treasure of camel monkeys, right?" ”

After getting the painting, Long Xirui has been analyzing Tong Shuyang's intention to approach Cockroach Qiang at the risk of her life, secretly thinking that maybe she wants to pass the painting to his behind-the-scenes boss Yi Zun through Cockroach Qiang, and what can best connect Yi Zun, the mastermind of Fengyue Palace, with Fan Gao, the author of "White Horse Howling", is the mysterious and more coveted camel monkey.

Hearing Long Xirui mention the camel monkey, Meng Bufu's originally kind face suddenly became serious, and he said in a deep voice: "There are eight sufferings in life: life, old age, sickness, death, love and parting, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, can't let go." From love to worry, from love to fear, from love to worry, from love to worry, where is the terror? It is better to laugh than to be too obsessed. ”

Long Xirui smiled slightly: "There are indeed many people who are too obsessed, and many people are determined to get camels and monkeys." ”

Meng Bufu nodded: "I heard that after being bought at a high price of 100 million yuan at the auction, the camel monkey disappeared out of nowhere. ”

Long Xirui thought for a while and said, "As far as I know, only Fan Gao knows the secret of the camel monkey. ”

"Then it sounds like you're looking for the wrong person today." After speaking, Meng Bufu took a step, passed by Long Xirui's side, and wanted to walk away.

"If anyone knows the whereabouts of the camel monkey, I wonder if Mr. Meng still has Yaxing to talk a few more words?"

"Gains and losses follow fate, and there is no increase or decrease in the heart. The heart of exchange is always there, just because I don't know myself. Although Meng Bufu said this, he stopped.

"Whoever says an inch is careless, he will be rewarded with three springs." Long Xirui turned around and slowly approached Meng Bufu, and said, "Actually, isn't love often an exchange?" ”

Meng Bufu sighed softly, and said unhurriedly: "As the so-called thousands of lights, it is better to have one lamp in the heart." Life is created by oneself, phase is born from the heart, and everything in the world is incarnate. If the heart does not move, everything does not move, the heart does not change, everything does not change. ”

Long Xirui said noncommittally: "In this way, I have something unclear and want to ask Teacher Meng for advice." ”

"Please!"

"I once had a relationship with a camel monkey, and I saw a strange light in the monkey's eyes, and my body would involuntarily approach it, and I wondered if it was just because of the heart." Long Xirui recalled his feelings at that time with palpitations.

In a blink of an eye, she met Meng Bu's eyes like a torch, and only heard him say in a trembling voice: "Divine Realm, Heavenly Eye, Heavenly Ear, His Heart, Stay, and Leak." ”

Long Xirui was a little confused when she heard this, so she frowned and looked sideways slightly with Meng Bufu.

"It's impossible to put into words this feeling unless you experience it yourself." Meng Bufu's eyes were staring at Long Xirui tightly, although there was suspicion in his eyes, his tone was categorical.

"It seems that Mr. Meng has felt the same way as me." Long Xirui said.

"A thought of foolishness is like a god, and a thought of wisdom is a life." Meng Bufu said, "Could it be that everything is providential!" Follow me. ”

Long Xirui followed Meng Bufu into the depths of the alley, turned around, and came to an old bungalow at the end of the alley.

There is a couplet on both sides of the wooden broken door, and the upper couplet is: Don't be shocked by the humiliation, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the hall; The next link is: to stay unintentionally, to the sky clouds and clouds; The horizontal marks on the door frame were too torn to make out the handwriting.

"Where are the camel monkeys now?" Meng Bufu asked as he opened the door.

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