Wei Qimu, Luo Xia, Zhang Ying, Lin Shumeng, and Lin Shuran went with the shepherd boy, a group of six people, three horses and one ox, walking in the mountains. The roads in the mountains are rugged, and cattle and horses can barely get through. Luo Xia couldn't sit on a horse again, so he had to carry Wei Qimu on his back and walk in the mountains, while the rest of the people rode horses and oxen. The poison in Luo Xia is getting worse and worse, and the Nanzhao holy medicine brought by Zhang Ying has also been exhausted, and today, it is almost to the point of running out of oil and lamps.

Wei Qimu was anxious about Luo Xia's safety, and asked: "Brother Yes or False, we are in a hurry to go to Taihu Lake, I don't know where your master lives?"

Wu Zheng pouted and said: "My name is 'no right and wrong', not 'right and wrong', so that the master will scold me when he hears it - the master lives in Taihu Lake." ”

Lin Shumeng also asked: "Isn't Taihu Lake surrounded by the Tang Gate, how can you get out?"

"The master lives in a secret place at the junction of mountains and lakes, and they can't find it, but the owner seems to be very unhappy recently." ”

Lin Shumeng asked again: "How does your master know that we are in trouble?

Wuli shook his head again and again: "I don't know, I can't say, you better ask the master yourself." ”

When Linshu dreamed of this, he had no choice but to give up. After walking dozens of miles of mountain roads, the field of vision gradually broadened, and it was actually a small valley. This small valley is surrounded by mountains on three sides, facing the water on one side, the valley is full of birds and flowers, trees and leaves, and there are a few scattered houses, all made of stones and trees, which are integrated with the scenery and water of this mountain.

When he reached the valley, he got out of the ox and let him walk around the valley, but he ran into a stone house with joy. Zhang Ying and the others also dismounted and waited outside with Wei Qimu and Luo Xia. Unexpectedly, when nothing came out, he touched his head and sneered: "Hehe, the master is not here, you guys come in first and wait for a while!"

Now that Luo Xia is in danger of dying at any time, where is Wei Qimu willing to wait, and hurriedly said: "This valley is facing Taihu Lake?"

Nodding without right or wrong.

Wei Qimu saw that there was a boat by the water, which could accommodate five or six people, so he said to everyone: "Miss Luo has been poisoned for a long time, and she needs the golden-eyed whitebait in Taihu Lake to survive, I don't know which one has better water quality?"

As soon as these words came out, the three of them all shook their heads. Although Zhang Ying is a native of Nanzhao, he has ridden an elephant across the river since he was a child, so he has no water.

Wei Qimu had no choice, and sighed: "Okay, let's get on the boat together, I'll go into the water with a rope first, and if I pull three times under the water, pull me up." "Although he can't swim in the water, he can't shirk it anymore.

After everyone answered, Wei Qimu found a rope more than ten zhang long, took off his green shirt, and tied a stone around his waist. Everyone was on the boat, rowing a few feet inward, and Wei Qimu began to hold his breath and jumped into the water.

Wei Qimu took advantage of the weight of the stone and sank into the water in one fell swoop. The lake is slightly cool, but fortunately, the spring cold has passed, and Wei Qimu can bear it. Wei Qimu groped back and forth in the water, although there were some swimming fish scallops under the water, but there were no whitebait, about half an hour later, Wei Qimu found nothing, so he had to pull the rope. As soon as the rope moved, the three people on the boat struggled to pull Wei Qimu up. Wei Qimu shook his head to show that he had returned in vain, took a slight breath, and then paddled a few feet in, and jumped into the water again. After several times, he finally found a group of silver-like swimming fish, Wei Qimu was overjoyed, and looked carefully, but these whitebait fish all had a pair of black eyes, and none of them had golden eyes. Wei Qimu couldn't, so he had to grab a few black-eyed whitebait fish.

Luo Xia saw these black-eyed silverfish, and sighed in her heart, "Maybe it's fate that should be like this?" She saw Wei Qimu go into the water for several hours in a row, looking tired, still hiding herself, her heart softened, and she laughed miserably: "Wei Qimu, that's it." ”

Wei Qimu has been with Luo Xia for a long time, and it is the first time he has heard her speak like this, knowing that Luo Xia has lost the desire to survive, and he does not feel sad. Wei Qimu was unwilling and wanted to go into the water, but he heard a voice from the shore: "Little friends, come to the shore." ”

When everyone heard the sound, they saw a silver-haired old man standing on the shore, with a wide shirt and big sleeves. Wei Qimu and Luo Xia saw this old man, but they had a lot of doubts in their hearts. It turned out that this old man's eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth were no different from Xiahou Ang, but his hair was white and drooping old.

When they came ashore, the old man led the group of five into the room where they had entered before. When Wei Qimu and the others entered the room, they knew that this Xiahou Ang's predecessor was a painter, just because this room was full of ink and blue, and the brushwork was freehand.

Wei Qimu and Luo Xia met four Xiahou Ang with the same appearance and different identities in a row, so they asked the doubts in their hearts with Luo Xia.

The old man smiled and said, "Old man Xiahou Ang, the boatman, woodcutter, and hunter you saw before are also Xiahou Ang, but the three of them were painted by the old man. ”

When Wei Qimu and Luo Xia heard this, they chewed repeatedly in their hearts, thinking of the boatman and woodcutter they saw that day, but there was an unreal image by chance. When the rest of the people heard this, they didn't believe it, and laughed at this old man, who was confused and confused, how could a painter live such a strange thing?

Lin Shuran smiled and said, "You old man is also good at bluffing people, don't you think we are fools?"

Xiahou Ang was not annoyed, and said with a slight smile on his face: "The so-called 'sincerity, gold and stone are open', the peak of painting skills, dead things are true." Don't you know the story of Monk Zhang painting a dragon and flying back then?"

Wei Qimu listened to the words "Zhang Gong Monk", and his heart suddenly opened. This monk is a master of painting in the Liang Dynasty, and he once painted a flying dragon on the wall without the finishing touch. When asked, Zhang Seng said: "The eyes will fly." "No one believed it, Zhang Seng Miao stepped forward to put his eyes on it, and the dragon on the wall flew away.

It's just that the world really has this magic skill?

Xiahou Ang said: "More than ten years ago, the old man painted three paintings with essence and blood as a guide: one is Liu Zongyuan's Lisa Weng, one is Pi Rixiu's woodcutter, and the other is Lu Lun's Saixia Gong. These three people have their own magical powers, the chopping wood is like flying, and they have the ability to climb rocks and walk on walls, and cross mountains and mountains. The hunter is even more remarkable, the bow he carried, called "no stone", is the bow of the famous general Li Guang of the Han Dynasty, the strength is more than 1,000 catties, can open the mountain and crack the stone; the knife he carried, called "divine art", is the knife of the former Qin emperor Fu Jian, it took 5,000 labors to make, the most able to change the truth and falsehood, unpredictable. It's just that when the old man painted this Orion, he didn't want to take Li Guang's intentions, because he didn't have any high style, thinking that he had killed too much over the years, and he was in the company of wild beasts all day long, so he gradually lost his humanity. ”

Everyone listened in a fog, but Zhang Ying listened interestingly, and asked, "What kind of ability does that Demoiselle have to do?"

Xiahou Ang smiled: "He's only a good fish." ”

Wei Qimu didn't care about Xiahou Ang's body painting at the moment, thinking that this Xiahou Ang's predecessor had lived on the shore of Taihu Lake for a long time, or knew about the golden-eyed silverfish, and asked anxiously: "Xiahou senior, Miss Luo has a toad poison in her body, and she needs the golden-eyed silverfish in Taihu Lake to detoxify, I don't know if the predecessor knows where this fish is?"

Hearing this, Xiahou Ang shook his head and said: "'Golden-eyed Silver Fish', the old man has only heard of its name, but has not seen its truth, but I am afraid that it is also a rare thing for thousands of years." If the old man is painted here, he may have the means to fish in a radius of hundreds of miles. ”

Wei Qimu listened, and his heart was cold, that Xiahou Ang's boatman's painting body was only afraid that it was somewhere away in Henan Province, even if he had such a means of searching for fish for hundreds of miles, how could he help?

Seeing that Luo Xia was in danger, Xiahou Ang couldn't bear it, and sighed: "The old man is just a painter's ear, and he can't argue about poison and detoxification, but your two little friends have met the old man three times, and they all have a great opportunity with the old man, so what's the difficulty of giving each other? It's just a pity......"

Wei Qimu was already disheartened, and suddenly heard that Xiahou Ang could give him a golden-eyed silverfish, and suddenly came to his senses again. Xiahou Ang didn't finish speaking, his face was lonely, and he couldn't help himself, Rao was indifferent, and at this moment he couldn't help but recall his hundred years of life, immersed in it, and couldn't extricate himself. It was only after a quarter of an hour that Xiahou Ang collected his emotions, and he looked as calm as before.

Xiahou Ang cut his eyebrows with his fingertips, and a drop of blood came out of it, but it was as black as ink. He mixed the blood into the paint, then splashed ink and sketched a line of pen on a piece of rice paper. Its pen work is slender, every minute is complete, and it is also a fugue in the world, the ink rhyme is true, and it will not take long for a silver fish to jump on the paper.

Xiahou Ang was exhausted, his whole body was in prostration, and his forehead and back were covered with sweat, obviously this painting had consumed too much of his energy. Xiahou Ang held the corner of the table with one hand, and his voice trembled slightly: "This fish will live when it encounters water, and it can relieve the poison of Miss Luo." The old man has no years to live, and if he can save someone's life, he will also be rewarded. It's a pity that Zhang Gong's magic skills have never been seen in the world since then. ”

When Wei Qimu heard this, Fang Jue was wrong, and hurriedly stepped forward, only to see Xiahou Ang's senior's eyes drooping slightly, his breath had been broken, and he said abruptly.

When everyone saw this, their hearts were full of grief, but they didn't expect this Xiahou Ang's predecessor to paint with his life. Luo Xia was even more sad when she saw Xiahou Ang's predecessors sacrifice their lives to save her, even though she was cold by nature, she couldn't help choking up: "The seniors saved their lives twice, Luo Xia will remember it for life!"

At the same time, on a certain river in a certain prefecture of Henan Province, an old man suddenly put down his fishing rod in his hand and stood at the bow of the boat, gazing at the sky; in a forest in Gyeonggi Province, an old man also suddenly stopped and put down his sword and axe; and in a mountain field in Gangnam Province, there was also an old man who stopped and put down his bow and arrow.

The three old men all looked like Xiahou Ang, in different places, but they felt something, and at the same time said, "He went to ......"

After saying that, I saw that the sky above the heads of the three old men was filled with green smoke, as if there was a sense of summoning. The three of them couldn't help but scatter, turning into green smoke and running towards the wisp in the sky. When the four wisps are united, the green smoke will look like an old man, if Wei Qimu and the others see it, they will recognize that the old man is clearly the predecessor of Xiahou Ang who has to be white. After the four wisps of green smoke were united, they did not stop, and as soon as the wind passed, they disappeared.

Although Wei Qimu was sad, he knew that it was important to save people. Only then did he look at the picture drawn by Xiahou Ang's predecessor on the table, on which there was only one fish, no more than three inches long, with a round and transparent body, bright as silver, only a pair of eyes that were not black but golden, wagging their tails and opening their mouths, as if swimming in the water.

According to the dying words of Xiahou Ang's predecessor, Wei Qimu put the painting into the water tank on the side. The painting was wet when it entered the water, but the fish in the painting jumped into the water and swam up.

Zhang Ying, Lin Shumeng, and Lin Shuran were all dumbfounded when they saw this magic. Lin Shuran exclaimed: "The fish on this painting is really alive, it's incredible!"

Luo Xia had no joy on his face, but looked at Wei Qimu and asked, "If you know that Xiahou's predecessor will die because of this, can you still let him save me?"

Wei Qimu didn't want Luo Xia to ask this question, he was slightly stunned when he heard this, and weighed it repeatedly in his heart, but he didn't know what to do, so he simply diverted the conversation: "Let's detoxify you first...... It's just that how to eat this fish, is it fried or fried?"

Luo Xia frowned and said, "I don't know ...... either."

Wei Qimu was slandered, only saying that this Luo Xia was confused.

Luo Xia saw that Wei Qimu's mind was wandering, and he doubted: "You dare to scold me in your heart?" Although the voice was weak, it was still a little cold.

......

Wei Qimu still used the "Caifeng Double Flying Wings" to dig a pit in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers in the valley to bury the remains of Xiahou Ang's predecessors.

When Wei Qimu was done, he didn't see the right and wrong. It suddenly became clear in his heart, "How can the 'no right and wrong' not be a thing of the pen?"

The poet perched on toad has a poem cloud:

"The cow has to ride freely, and the spring breeze and drizzle fly.

In the green mountains and green grass, a flute and a coat.

The sunrise sings, and the moon caresses the palms.

Whoever is like you, nothing is nothing. ”