The little girl held the donkey's neck and pulled the reins, and the chew that hung on her mouth (this is a device that controls the donkey, strangled in its mouth, attached to the reins), and the little force is not small, and the donkey snorted. The sickly donkey opened its mouth wide, revealing a few large teeth, and spurted snot from its nose, which stuck to the persimmon tree over there.

The old monk took the falling chime in distress and held it in his arms like a baby, but there was no complaint in his eyes. The old man's face was slightly moved, "Little apricot, don't mess around." ”

The donkey's eyes moved back and forth, and he buried his head in fear. It was like the little flame that had been played with just now was hiding in Li Shuishan's sleeve, not daring to come out, and the apple that had just fallen to the ground was held by the little girl and stuffed into the mouth of the donkey, with her left hand on her mouth, and her right hand under her mouth, pressing it inside. Look at the little girl who was short, mischievous, and a little delicate, but now the strength of her hands was amazing, and she twisted the donkey's mouth until she finished chewing. Two snots spurted down its nostrils and landed on the little girl's face.

The little girl frowned, pursed her mouth, and glared, and then she pulled the donkey tightly and pulled it hard, gritting her teeth. The sound of the donkey's call turned pale, and it became a figure-of-eight, and it immediately became vibrant.

The old man's sleeves stretched out, flew out, wrapped the little girl and dragged it back, and there seemed to be a gust of wind in the sleeves, and the persimmon tree trembled. When he saw that the little girl had reached his arms, he shrank back, wiped the saliva from her face with his sleeve, and said, "Don't mess around, wait honestly to see me paint." ”

Then he said: "Xiao Xing'er, with a stubborn personality and extremely unstable. There is a lot to bear. ”

Several people nodded and smiled, it's okay.

Li Shuishan only heard Qianshan's predecessor say a few days ago that Mr. Churchey is an ethereal painter, and Sun Moon Hall belongs to it, to be honest, he wants to see the old man show his hand, and immediately convince him. The dragon played in the water on the chess game just ended, and the two fish of yin and yang flicked the chess pieces on his hands, all of which were collected by him in his sleeves, and the water surface was rippling, "Xiaoyou, the name is good, the landscape is loved by most painters, and I also loved to wander the mountains, see the wild willows in groups, go down to the lake to catch fish, and set up a shelf on the shore to roast and eat." Another time, I saw two demon dragons playing chess together, one was the big demon of the drinking water stream, and the other was the owner of the moonlight villa. ”

"When I saw that there was not a single chess piece in the chess game they played, not even a chess game, and looking at the dust falling on a smooth bluestone, they told me, play chess, feel at ease. If you can't see it, you can't see it, so you go down with your heart. This is to understand that when I saw the fish at the water's edge, I drew it at random, and I didn't know that I had drawn it in a similar way. Many years later, when I approached him again, I saw it coming out of the water and told me that the painting had come true. I was also puzzled at the time, but when I saw its whiskers, half of its head was revealed, and I saw that its long hair was fluttering, and its body was a dragon's tail. ”

"I knew that I realized that the unintentional act in the painting actually contained some magical powers, and it was clumsy that it could come true in the painting. But since then, I haven't ever made it true again, I don't know if it's a coincidence, or if I haven't reached that state. ”

Several people's eyes widened, and the old monk praised:

"Mr. Churchey is really a man of God! No wonder Mr. Churchill occupied a certain position in the Ethereal Academy, so he was at ease to create the Sun Moon Hall here alone, and lived an unrestrained life. ”

On the chess table, there are four treasures of the study, four kinds of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and there are no other superfluous things.

His ink inkstone has already been polished, picked up the white brush and dipped it, one hand flattened the rolled rice paper, two small stones pressed, his eyes fell into a confusion, I don't know what to draw, but looked at the little donkey and said: "Feel free to paint, I see that this donkey is now refreshed, there is no problem just now, cool to paint with it, if it comes true again, I am also happy." ”

He lifted the pen and dotted it in the painting, the tip of the pen touched the rice paper, soaked, and with the movement of the arm, the little girl's eyes were also attracted, and he drew extremely freely, as if splashing ink. A huge dragon flicked its tail and landed on the paper, there was a peacock spreading its wings, the pen was very strong, his painting tension was great, only the subtle shape could be seen, and the skeleton of the body through it, with a hint of funny appearance, but there was no little donkey is still a donkey, just grown up, nothing great changes.

After looking at a few people, the old man smiled bitterly: "This painting, I'm afraid it won't come true." ”

"That painting is really extraordinary, the essay painting is extremely intriguing, and now that I have been in the nameless city for a long time, how can I still paint like this, I can't get rid of his prototype. ”

He glanced at the donkey a few more times, revealing disappointment, and muttered, "It's not the taste of that time, it's just a failure." ”

Li Shuishan saw the vivid image of the donkey in the painting, just like the painting handed down by the painter in the court, as well as the "Spring Landscape Map" that he had heard before, the charm is there, the artistic conception is there, the only difference is the line drawing. The lines in this painting are wide and thick, one is a painting of people in the mountains, and this is a single donkey, vivid and vivid, but the style is different, but it is also a masterpiece.

Qianshan Daoren said: "Mr. Churchey's painting is very good, the style is interesting, there are people who are unique in the crowd, and they are bustling on one avenue, and the other is the feeling of getting out and returning." In fact, the most important thing in the painting is the artistic conception, as well as the concise and clear shaping of the object, which is not loose or loose, if it is sent to the capital, it must be better than those everyone. ”

After hearing this, Li Shuishan nodded, this is also what he wants to say, it seems that Qianshan has also walked through many mortal towns and appreciated so many leisure and elegant tastes.

The old monk nodded as well, as if he had said what he wanted to say.

The little girl touched the ink that had not dried, and dyed her hand, the donkey's back and tail were much lighter, and his hair was a little more ethereal, so the old man frowned and sighed: "It's not good, it's not good, if you are a mortal in the mortal world, go into an ordinary rich family, paint a few pictures for them, and barely fill your stomach, but this will tarnish my original intention of painting." ”

"Mr. Fei doesn't paint for them to appreciate?" asked Qianshan Daoren.

"I paint, I'm satisfied. I draw my thoughts, not the thoughts of others. The old man took up the brush and drew on it a young man riding on it, like a mad man, and he could not see which man he looked like in front of him. Maybe it was his imagination out of thin air, sketching at random, the old monk came over to take a look, but he didn't expect the young man riding on it

I didn't even know it, I couldn't see a trace of familiarity, and said with a smile: "If I understand the Dharma, rejuvenate myself, and have such a crazy state, then I can hold a chime to dominate the storm, and thousands of households will accept my mental power and participate in my Dharma." ”

Li Shuishan also glanced at it, and the old man raised his eyebrows, "Does this person look like you?"

Li Shuishan shook his head.

The old monk also said, "No." ”

The old monk admired Mr. Churchey even more, and then took out a scripture book from his yellow sand robe, but the words on it were all traditional characters, fell on the side of the painting, and recited a few words in his mouth, and then his steps were pulled away, and he smiled at the old man, and then he lit up his own magic. Generally speaking, he just saw the man in the painting, and he had some feelings in his heart, and while playing martial arts, he asked: "Mr. Church, is the heart empty you are talking about? Is it true that no desire and no desire is the ultimate way to the avenue?"

The old man didn't know to watch him sweep the fallen leaves, raise his leg and pull the chime beside him, the jingle bell, and the little girl who watched stood aside in a daze, I have to say that there was no magic in it, just purely relying on the explosion of fists, kicks and muscles, using some unique skills, summed up the boxing method. He raised his fist and shot it out of thin air at the Qianshan Daoist, and in an instant, a fist wind fell to Li Shuishan's ears, and he obviously felt a faint strength, which merged into the air, making Li Shuishan tremble a little.

The old monk had entered the Tao with martial arts, and by chance he stepped into the road, before punching the three-eyed tiger in the deep mountains, and went to the sea alone to find the dragon to scold, and if he was not satisfied, he raised his fist and hit him hard, so that the half-dragon who had some demonic energy in the water escaped. Another time, he went to Fanchen's martial arts hall, encountered a dart game on the road, and killed a copycat king with one punch. Now that he has taken refuge in Buddhism, he no longer slaughters fiercely, and in order to pursue a fertile soil in his heart, he was also injured by a small treasure weapon, and he made up his mind to enter the Tao and collected all the murder weapons that endangered the world.

Now his boxing has retreated a lot, and he can only punch a few punches with strength, and the others are all tricks, which are good-looking but without any power, and he feels a little uncomfortable, after all, he thinks of when he was young, but he was the overlord in the city, and he would fight if he didn't like it, and he would run around when he bullied the weak, and the bully would run around with others. Because at that time, there was a strange power, and he was called a weirdo.

Nowadays, I have forgotten a lot of the old days.

Watch him punch slower and slower, stop. Li Shuishan felt that the old monk was a little happy, because his face was full of vicissitudes of life, and he was as reckless as a child, Mr. Churchey put down the painting in his hand, and was taken by Xiao Xing'er and ran over to compare the donkey, the donkey was not scared, and stood up straight, like a soldier in battle, his eyes did not dare to look at the little girl, there was nothing wrong at all.

Mr. Churchey said: "Emptiness is the Tao, how did you come to Buddha, I don't think you can force it." ”

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the large courtyard, and five or six men, and one woman walked to the door, they were wearing white robes, their eyebrows were decorated with a green leaf, and they held a green scabbard in their hands, and shouted outside: "Hall Master, something has happened in the Ethereal Hall, and you need to deal with it." ”

Mr. Churchey opened the door with a frown.

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A new chapter is coming.