Tianchenzi once said that the lines engraved on the jade pillar are related to his life experience, and since going down the mountain, Dao Yuan has always paid attention to things similar to this, until this moment, he finally found a clue under the coincidence, this discovery, so that he, who has always been calm and calm, can't help but be a little excited, excited and inexplicable.

In fact, the lines drawn on the book and the jade pillar are not exactly the same, engraved on the jade pillar, the knife skills are delicate and round, the thickness and depth of the lines are exactly the same, at first glance it is from the hands of famous craftsmen.

And the painting on the book is much worse, although it is much stronger than the previous picture, but it is much worse than the one on the jade pillar, a bit like copying but not arriving home.

But between the two lines, the subtle feeling is the same, which is why Dao Yuan can recognize it at a glance.

He never thought that if the lines on the jade pillar were spread out, it would be a picture of the wind blowing willows.

Yes, it is the appearance of willow branches blown by the wind.

There are no tree trunks, no branches, no leaves, just a few simple and thin lines, abruptly born out of thin air, with a few brushstrokes, giving people a feeling of fresh breeze and willow branches dancing lightly.

Staring at it for a long time, the more Dao Yuan looked at it, the more shocked he became, and in the end, he even felt that the picture began to change slowly, the lines seemed to come to life, and under the slight swimming, a woman with a peerless elegance, with a style of tenderness, gradually jumped on the paper.

Although this is just a feeling, and it comes a little inexplicably, he firmly believes that he is not wrong, and the picture and content that these simple lines want to express are actually a person—a fairy-like figure who is cold and luxurious, and leans on the world.

"These seemingly simple and dry lines...... Could it be that it has incorporated a trace of the painter's spiritual power? Strange Dao can make people feel such a real feeling!" Dao Yuan suddenly thought of something, and said to himself in disbelief: "It seems that although the drawing person's painting skills are ordinary, his cultivation is very high, otherwise, those spiritual powers would have disappeared with time a long time ago." ”

I don't know how long it took, Dao Yuan woke up from the shock, and after carefully checking the other books for a long time, he finally determined that there were no more clues, so he carefully put the book in his arms, immediately got up, and hurriedly came to Mo Yuantai's room.

This old man has been in the martial arts academy for many years, and he may know something, and maybe he will be able to find more clues because of this.

At this time, the night was getting deeper, the martial academy was quiet, most of the people had already fallen asleep, Dao Yuan's actions did not attract anyone's attention, and those guarding disciples were only in the unexpected situation, but they didn't pay much attention to every move in the martial academy.

When he came closer, he found that Mo Yuantai's room was still lit by candlelight, and Dao Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, since this old man had not rested, it was not rude for him to come late at night.

Just as he was about to raise his hand and knock on the door, he heard Mo Yuantai's hearty voice sound: "Is it Dao Yuan?" ”

"I know it's me just by the sound of footsteps, it seems that Mo Lao's cultivation is extraordinary, at least much more powerful than it seems on the surface. Dao Yuan secretly praised in his heart and pushed the door in.

Mo Yuantai put down the pen in his hand, tidied up the table a little, looked at him and smiled: "It's so late, why don't you rest?"

"Those who don't have a break are not the only disciples. Dao Yuan also replied with a smile.

"Alas, seeing that the exam is about to start, all kinds of affairs are cumbersome and messy, and I have to arrange all these in advance, so I will be busy. Mo Yuantai said a little self-deprecatingly, and then asked, "You can't sleep and deliberately talk to my old man, right?"

"Don't make fun of the disciples, if there is nothing to do, how dare I disturb!"

Dao Yuan stretched out his hand into his arms and put the book in front of Mo Yuantai: "The disciple wants to ask Mo Lao, who wrote this book, and where is this person now?"

Mo Yuantai was stunned at first, but after seeing the contents inside, he seemed to remember something, his face changed slightly, and he asked, "Where did you get this book?"

"The Library Cabinet, in a dilapidated box. Dao Yuan replied truthfully, and said, "If you know, please inform your disciple that this matter may be very important to me." ”

Mo Yuantai looked at Daoyuan's clear eyes, was silent for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh and said slowly: "Originally, I didn't want to mention this matter again...... Well, since you want to know, it doesn't hurt to tell you. ”

He motioned for Dao Yuan to sit down, and continued: "This book was written by a friend of mine, and as for what is recorded in it, I don't think anyone knows what it is except himself......

Dao Yuan couldn't wait to ask, "Then where is he now?"

"Dead!"

"Dead?"

"Yes, dead! One night sixteen years ago, I died in depression by my side. ”

Mo Yuantai's voice carried a trace of self-blame and guilt: "I watched my friend die, but I couldn't do anything about it......"

Feeling his mood, Dao Yuan's mood was a little heavy, and he said silently: "Can you tell the disciple the reason?"

"Of course, there's nothing to hide. Mo Yuantai slowly paced to the window, looked at the sea of stars in the sky, and said leisurely: "This friend of mine, although he is younger than me, but in terms of appearance and cultivation qualifications, I can't catch up!"

"He was a prodigal son of the rivers and lakes, a lifetime of bohemianism, free and easy, but because of the love feud and stayed in the first city, I saw that he was worried every day, and his heart was not smooth, so he introduced him to the martial arts academy to do things, manage the library pavilion, and also decompose the sorrows...... But in the end, he still couldn't see through the red dust, and finally ended up like this!"

Dao Yuan said strangely: "Love silk, you mean, he fell in love with a girl?"

Mo Yuantai nodded and said, "That's right." In fact, not only him, but at that time, in the first city, from the powerful people of the family to the ordinary people, as long as they saw the young people who had seen the girl's beautiful face, almost all of them were fascinated by her. ”

"Whose daughter is it, who actually has such a national appearance, and so many people admire it?!" Dao Yuan became more and more curious.

Mo Yuantai looked back at him and said, "It's the eldest lady of the Liu family, who was known as the first beauty back then-Liu Ruyue." ”

"Miss Liu's family?!" Dao Yuan's heart moved, and he faintly felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly said: "Please also ask Mo Lao to make it clear." ”

Recalling the past, Mo Yuantai's voice had a lot of sighs and emotions: "Speaking of which, it was more than 20 years ago, back then, when I was just a deacon elder, I followed the master of the courtyard to the Liu family to do business, and I once saw this eldest lady. This woman is really as everyone rumored, not only her appearance is captivating, beautiful and lovely, but she is also knowledgeable and generous, and she is indeed worthy of the name of the first beauty. With such a beautiful woman, it is no wonder that so many people are fascinated by her. ”

"This eldest lady is smart and gentle, kind-hearted, when the head of the Liu family occasionally has no time to separate, she will go out on behalf of her father to give rice and grain, to help the poor, my friend, it is in this situation to see her, although it is only a brief glimpse, but because of this deep-rooted love, it is difficult to extricate herself. He has the heart to come to the door to propose, but the Liu family is a high-ranking family, with a respected status and love, there are thousands of people who go to propose marriage, how can he be qualified to match a good match for an ordinary prodigal son with no name and no surname!"

"It's not that he hasn't fought for it, but every time he is turned away by the Liu family guards. There were even a few times when he entered the Liu family late at night and wanted to show his heart to Miss Liu, but he was injured by others as an assassin and sent out in embarrassment. ”

Speaking of this, Mo Yuantai sighed deeply and said: "The word love is like a poison and a pill, it can make people give birth to infinite motivation, even if they suffer thousands of hardships, they are like a breeze, and they will not regret dying." It can also make a promising talent depressed and decadent, and he will sink into despair! This thing is more powerful than any exercises and poisons in the world......