When Liu Xunxiang opened his eyes again, the two had already returned to the study, Zhou Ping next to him was still rolling on the bed, and the wine jar on the table was still in its original place.

Obviously, the two of them have not spent much time on a trip so far.

The black-clothed scholar looked at Liu Xunxiang's thoughtful appearance, and knew that after the battle just now, he understood what Taoism was, which was like learning to paint alone, his brushwork and skills were mastered, but the only thing he lacked was the overall layout.

That is, a piece of paper is placed in front of you, but you don't know where to draw the head, and after you draw it, the whole figure is disproportionate to the size of the whole paper.

And these two perceptual experiences are equivalent to letting Liu Xunxiang see with her own eyes how others paint, and know how to start the layout, and as long as the time comes, the painting will come naturally.

"This meaning is as if I gave you the wine money, with this feeling, even if you are stupid, you will draw a gourd in the same way, and whether you can enter the Tao in the next three years depends on your own creation. The black-clothed scholar didn't stay here to disturb him, and after speaking, he walked out of the store.

Before leaving, he also took away the jar of rough wine that Liu Xunxiang had just taken on the table.

"Doing so much, it's not that I'm worried about my wine...."When Liu Xunxiang reacted that the wine on the table was gone, he muttered a few words.

A hundred miles away, the black-clothed scholar stumbled under his feet and scolded in a low voice: "Lao Tzu has helped you so much, and you are still chirping crookedly when you drink some wine..."

In the study, Liu Xunxiang once again restored the previous vicissitudes of life, and after a while, Tie Niu came over with the food, and after eating, Tie Niu brought the dishes and chopsticks back with Zhou Ping, and Liu Xunxiang was left alone in the store.

Liu Xunxiang closed the door of the shop and sat alone in front of the painting table.

The candles in the store flickered, illuminating the entire interior uncertainly, Liu Xunxiang calmed down, and slowly recalled the crazy Taoism of the black-clothed scholar and the attachment of the old woman.

These two artistic conceptions are as strong as a storm and rain, and the other is gentle as a light wind and drizzle, one moves, one is quiet, but it is also in line with Liu Xunxiang's way of movement and quiet.

Quieting down, Liu Xunxiang's thoughts gradually became clearer, slowly, with the passage of time, Liu Xunxiang faintly had some enlightenment in his heart, connecting the Tao rhyme into a line, forming a painting of these lines, this painting is the Tao of enlightenment in his heart....

"Crazy Dao, attached to Daoyi, then what is the true meaning of my Dao..."Liu Xunxiang closed his eyes, and slowly, his whole person seemed to become a little different from before.

After a long time, Liu Xunxiang opened her eyes, picked up the pen beside her, dipped it in ink, and began to draw on the white paper in front of her.

The pen was tactful, wantonly swaying, the ordinary brush flowed in his hand, without pausing for a moment, and soon, a figure picture appeared vividly on the white paper in front of Liu Xunxiang.

The figure was holding one hand behind him, his right hand raised slightly, and his thin body looked like a shocking aura soaring into the sky.

The person in this painting is the scholar in black.

It's just that this black-clothed scholar is a little different from Liu Xunxiang's previous paintings, and the image of his whole person with eyes is presented on the paper, Liu Xunxiang glanced at this painting, closed his eyes and only felt the Taoist meaning contained in this painting.

However, after he closed his eyes, the whole person suddenly opened his eyes again.

"How so... Did I make a mistake?" Liu Xunxiang muttered.

Immediately, he put the painting of the black-clothed scholar aside, and then, he took out a piece of paper again and spread it again, only this time he drew the old woman of the Soul Realm who fed him.

Like painting the scholar in black, Liu Xunxiang did not pause in the process, and the whole person seemed to be completely immersed in it.

His eyes were staring at the figure above, everything around him seemed to be unable to affect him at this moment, what he thought in his mind and what he saw in his eyes was only the touch of Taoism of the old woman in the painting.

The candle flame flickered more and more fiercely, and there were faint traces of wanting to be extinguished, but Liu Xunxiang not only didn't pay attention, but the pen in his hand became faster and faster, and almost the afterimage of his hand appeared on the entire drawing paper.

From the sidelines, it is as if there are countless hands holding a pen to draw on this paper.

In the end, Liu Xunxiang's right hand paused, the ink pen in his hand snapped, and it broke off from the middle, and the slight vibration made the ink on the tip of the pen sprinkled on the painting that was about to be completed.

"Still can't do it...... But why can I draw the black-clothed scholar, logically speaking, the realm of this black-clothed scholar is obviously higher than this old woman. ”

Liu Xunxiang smiled bitterly, and he simply stopped thinking about it, threw the pen in his hand on the painting, turned around and walked to the side to get the wine jug.

Daoyi is a very pure thing, in other words, it is a very clean thing, and the portrait of the old woman is splashed with ink, and the ink destroys the portrait of the old woman, which indirectly destroys this pure Daoyi. 89 Books

Maybe this is the way, but when the time comes, you just won't be able to understand it.

Liu Xunxiang naturally understood this truth, so she no longer forced it, but lay on the rocking chair on the side, shaking the rocking chair and drinking wine.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, two years have passed, and there is only one year left before ten years of human life.

In the past two years, Liu Xunxiang has not been painting, nor is he reminiscing about those Taoist meanings, but has continued his mortal, ordinary and simple life, and in the past two years, the black-clothed scholar has not appeared again.

Today's Liu Xunxiang, compared with two years ago, he looks even older, not only has more and more gray hair, but even his body has become a little rickety, looking from a distance, the whole person seems to be no longer middle-aged, but has a kind of twilight appearance.

There are fewer and fewer calligraphy and paintings in the shop, and the original picture tube containing the autumn killing post and the Suzaku picture has been covered with a thick layer of dust, and Liu Xunxiang is too lazy to wipe it every day, letting the dust go.

In the early morning of this day, Liu Xunxiang pushed the door of the store, and a ray of light from the early sun shone into the store through the gap, Liu Xunxiang moved out of the rocking chair as usual, sat in front of the door railing and quietly rocked the chair, basking in the sun.

With the sound of striking iron next door, a child about four years old walked out with a food box that did not match his figure.

When the child saw Liu Xunxiang at the door, he immediately ran over quickly, and shouted at Liu Xunxiang in a milky voice: "Grandpa Liu, it's time for breakfast." ”

Liu Xunxiang laughed, reached out and touched the child's head, took the food box from his hand, and took out the buns and porridge inside, as well as a pot of wine that could not be shaken, and the child sat on the doorrail obediently, looking at these meals.

Liu Xunxiang took out the wooden bowl in the box, filled a small bowl of gruel and handed it to the child, the child took the wooden bowl, the old and the young, just in front of the study, eating buns and drinking porridge.

This scene is exactly the same as the picture of Liu Xunxiang and Tie Niu eating together in the morning when Liu Xunxiang first arrived nine years ago, except that this child was replaced by Tie Niu's son, Zhou Ping.

"Grandpa Liu, what are you drinking, is it delicious?" Zhou Ping asked curiously when he saw that Liu Xunxiang didn't eat much, but liked to drink the contents of the pot.

Liu Xunxiang shook her head with a smile and said, "It's not delicious." ”

"Grandpa Liu is a liar, it's not good to drink, I still see that you and Daddy are still drinking..."Zhou Ping's dark eyes stared at the wine jug in Liu Xunxiang's hand and said.

Liu Xunxiang laughed, the eyes of the child in front of him were the same as his father's, black and clear.

In the blacksmith shop, a man also walked out with a bowl, and when he saw that the old man and the young were chatting so happily without talking about anything, he also came over.

The man in front of him is now twenty-six or seventeen years old, but from his stubble face, you can still vaguely see the honest appearance of his youth.

The man looked at Liu Xunxiang drinking again, a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and said, "Uncle Liu, you really can't drink too much wine." ”

Liu Xunxiang nodded and smiled: "Okay, okay, don't drink it, don't drink it... Tie Niu, I think this doll of yours has good qualifications, and the household department also said that he has spiritual cultivation in his body when he registered, what are you going to do?"

Tie Niu's face showed a hint of gloom, in the Great Song Dynasty, whoever added Xinding had to go to the local household department to register, and when registering here, there would be a special monk from the household department to check whether there was a spiritual cultivation in the body for Xinding.

After Zhou Ping was born, Liu Xunxiang already knew the situation in his body, so the monks of the household department could naturally check it out.

After learning that Zhou Ping had a spiritual cultivator in his body, the Tie Niu couple did not be as happy as the other fathers and mothers, but became a little sad.

Over the years, there have been many small cultivators and some casual cultivators who have come to express their desire to accept Zhou Ping as an apprentice, but they have all been politely rejected by Tie Niu and his wife.

But this world is a world dominated by monks after all, and the imperial capital is no worse than that poor and remote country, not to mention that now facing the Nine Nations Alliance, the battle for hegemony among the countries is imminent, which country does not want more monks in its own country.

In order to strive to strengthen the national strength before the alliance, so when Zhou Ping was fifteen years old, even if Tie Niu and his wife did not agree, I am afraid that the official government of the imperial capital would come here and forcibly let Zhou Ping go on the path of monks.

Tie Niu was silent, he really didn't know what to do, from his grandfather to him, although the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren were all mortals, it didn't prevent them from understanding the lives of some monks.

Cultivating the truth can indeed live longer than mortals, and can move mountains and seas, turning clouds and rain, but in the same way, cultivating the truth also means that you may die at any time, or die in the secret realm, or die in fighting with others, or die in your own Dao and go mad.

In this world, after all, there are still fathers and mothers who don't want their sons to die in a foreign country, and finally end up with no one who even collects his bones for him.

"Uncle, I don't want this doll to learn any immortals, I just want him to inherit my craftsmanship, marry a wife and have children in this imperial capital, and live an ordinary life. Iron Bull said.

Liu Xunxiang smiled, this idea, isn't it Zhou Tiesheng's idea before, this father and son are really out of the same mold....