Probably the most famous thing in China about dragon painting is the legend: the finishing touch.

Emperor Wu of the Liang Dynasty during the Northern and Southern Dynasties believed in Buddhism, the whole country was a temple, after each temple was built, the great painter Zhang Seng was invited to paint, the master painted four golden dragons on the wall of Jinling Anle Temple, vivid, people were amazed, but the fly in the ointment of these four dragons was that there were no eyes.

Zhang Sengqian explained that if these dragons painted their eyes, they would fly away, and everyone didn't believe it, accusing him of bewitching the public, Zhang Sengqian was forced to have no choice but to choose two of the dragons to fill in the eyes. Unexpectedly, the sky was full of dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and two dragons immediately fell off the wall and flew away, and from then on, there were only two dragons left on the wall of Anle Temple.

This story is the origin of the idiom "finishing touch" in the folk, and literati and writers use this word to describe the key points of the article.

However, there is another way to tell this story in Taoism.

"Zhang Seng Miao is a Taoist person." Cha Wenbin said, "He is most famous not for the painting of the dragon that later generations say, but for the study of the stars, once he had a picture of the five stars and twenty-eight gods, known as a treasure, this painting has been lost for a long time, but in our Taoism there is a copy. This collar copy is based on the five stars of gold, wood, water, fire and earth as the upper volume, and the 28 constellations of the gods as the lower volume, these 28 immortals are simulated in human form by the location of the stars, and if you refer to the faces of the characters in the picture, you can identify the location of the stars in the night sky.

Buddhism was popular in the world during the Nanben Dynasty, and he was the favored minister of the emperor who believed in Buddhism, so he didn't paint Buddhist immortals, but came to paint the 28 stars of Taoism, wasn't he afraid that the emperor would cut off his head? The stars are the guardian gods in the Daomen, the green dragon, the white tiger, the Vermilion Bird, and the Xuanwu, and their faces are clearly recognizable, this person must be the master of our sect. ”

Zhuo Xiong followed Cha Wenbin's words and said: "Could it be that this dragon can fly even after drawing wings, so he deliberately left such a semi-finished product?" ”

Semi-finished products? When Cha Wenbin heard this word, he unconsciously pinched in his heart.

"It's not impossible, this picture is made of astrological signs, and I have been puzzled in the past, what is the prototype of the Fuso Sacred Tree? Now, I finally have an eyebrow, if I guessed correctly, this tree is based on the two hundred and eighty-three houses in the sky, 1,464 stars, the prototype of this tree is this universe, the ancients may have a more thorough understanding of the universe than our modern people. ”

Zhuo Xiong took the brush in Dashan's hand and handed it to Cha Wenbin and said, "Then you can make up for it, maybe it will be different?" ”

Cha Wenbin shook his head and said, "It's not me, I'm not Zhang Sengqiu, and I don't have that ability." ”

Zhuo Xiong quipped: "That man should have been dead for thousands of years, you can't dig him up and let him paint, aren't you also a Taoist priest, besides, I haven't seen a Taoist priest more powerful than you." ”

Cha Wenbin took the brush and glanced at the stone tablet, then turned his gaze to the mountain and stayed on him.

Dashan was a little uncomfortable stared at by Cha Wenbin's eyes, he always felt that Brother Wenbin's eyes were a little strange, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't say it. Zhuo Xiong was also affected by Cha Wenbin's actions, and stared at the mountain in his direction.

"Why are you looking at me?"

Cha Wenbin took two steps towards him, stretched out his hand and handed over the brush and said, "Take it." ”

"I said I don't know how to paint, I really didn't paint this painting, I haven't put down the pen just now, and it will come out when I open my eyes again." Dashan thought that Cha Wenbin had misunderstood that this painting was what he had just depicted, and hurriedly explained: "It's really not me, I can't even write, a rough person, how can you fiddle with these, you just believe me." ”

The brush in Cha Wenbin's hand is still handed, the secret that has been hidden in his heart for many years he guards it very well, if he can, he wants to keep guarding it for them. The leader of the Qiang clan, a descendant of the Ying Long bloodline, the king in the mouth of the Yun High Priest, originally had an identical tattoo on his chest; If he can, Cha Wenbin hopes that he will never know his true identity and always be an innocent and honest mountain.

Isn't that scar gone? That's the protection of High Priest Yun, and what kind of existence is Zhuo Xiong? He was only a substitute for the true king to cover up for his people, a slave who should bear all the dangers for the king, and some fate was predestined from birth. Like, Cha Wenbin has been preventing anyone from entering the door, but the servant still came with his king, and everything is a certainty in the dark.

"Take it and try it." Cha Wenbin smiled, his smile was very sincere, the mountain in front of him was more like a child to him, a child who needed encouragement.

"I really can't." Dashan still wanted to shirk it, but looking at Cha Wenbin's real eyes, he took it after hesitation, because he saw that the person he admired the most was full of expectations for him.

"I can't let Brother Wen Bin down." This is what Dashan said to himself, and he also encouraged himself with this sentence.

Dashan was still a little nervous, he felt that he didn't have a wooden stick in his hand, and the literati's things were simply a crime for him.

"Draw, draw what?" He asked.

Cha Wenbin Nunu mouthed, Zhuo Xiong once again opened his shirt, and Ying Long's wings opened again.

"Help my brother add wings to the dragon on the monument."

Dashan only felt that the sweat on his forehead was about to burst out, it was not that he didn't want to, but he couldn't, he was afraid that he would be able to destroy the original painting on the stone tablet with a shiver. While turning his head to look at the tattoo on Zhuo Xiong's body, he trembled and prepared to draw it, and after trying it a few times, he turned his head and looked at Cha Wenbin with a pleading look and said, "Do you really want me to draw?" ”

Cha Wenbin looked at him with a smile and asked, "Tell me, you can draw, right?" ”

Now, Dashan has nothing to say, since Brother Wen Bin thinks so highly of me, what kind of brother can I be regarded as a brother if I push three times and four times, isn't I here to protect him, I am not afraid of going up and down the mountain and going down to the sea of fire, am I still afraid of making a painting, it is a big deal to mess things up and be scolded. Thinking of this, he felt good in his heart, and the hand holding the brush didn't tremble, staring at Zhuo Xiong's tattoo intently.

After looking at it for a while, he felt that it was almost over, he raised the brush and was about to start painting, but at this time Cha Wenbin shouted: "Slow." ”

"What's wrong? I don't need to draw it, that's great. ”

Cha Wenbin took out a brush from his bag, this is a brand new brush, the upper half of the pen is made of jade, and the lower half is made of boxwood, which is very exquisite. This pen was given to him by Chaozi, and it is said that the kid spent a lot of money to get it from other places, and Cha Wenbin has always carried it but is reluctant to use it. The most special thing about this brush is that its hair is not sheep hair or wolf hair, but the first strand of hair cut by a boy born with eight characters of full yang, which is extremely soft, this is also called a boy pen, and it is no longer suitable for drawing symbols.

"Hold your hand out." Cha Wenbin said to him.

Dashan stretched out his hand, he thought that Cha Wenbin was going to take back the brush, but unexpectedly Cha Wenbin pulled out the seven-star sword, and the sword was just out of the sheath and smeared on his palm. After a hint of coolness, two blood-red streaks slowly came out of the palm, and at this time, a small emerald bowl was already being held, and all the bright red blood was left in the bowl.

After receiving about half a bowl of blood, Cha Wenbin said to Zhuo Xiong: "Wrap his hand." And he himself took the boy pen and kept stirring it in the blood bowl, and only stopped until the whole tip of the pen became blood-red.

He took the pen and handed it to Dashan and said, "Just like you just did, don't think about anything, draw wings, and tell me whether it's okay or not?" ”

"Okay!" Dashan nodded and said, he would never ask Cha Wenbin why, why did he change his blood-stained brush, why the person who painted must be himself, he only knew whether he should answer yes or no, for Cha Wenbin, he never doubted, and would never doubt.

If a great painter relies on hard work, it is better to say that he is talented.

When Dashan was completely immersed in the brush, his first pen made Cha Wenbin feel amazing.

Dashan's eyes are as clear as spring water in the mountain, without the slightest impurity, at this moment he only has that painting in his heart, he wants to complete the task assigned to him for Brother Wen Bin, that's all.

A man who can't even write his own name, a man who holds a brush in his palm, a man whose wrist is thicker than the pen holder, the first stroke falls like a cloud of peers, his pen is extremely delicate everywhere, and the first turn is exactly the slightest deviation from the tattoo on Zhuo Xiong's body.

What's more, when the first wing was completed, this kid didn't stop writing once, he did it in one go!

The perfect lines complement the dragon's mighty body, and the handwriting of the new painting does not show that this is a copy of the second person, and he and the completed subject seem to be from the same person's hand, and this wing has been integrated with the whole painting after completion, but this wing is more scarlet, more vivid!