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The pen was dipped in the inkstone, and the wolf waved it and painted an ink-colored country.

Pedestrians on the road encounter occasionally, this is close to the outside of the mountain, and the pace of the Taoist is light and light.

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Wu Xuan put down the pen in his hand, looked at the picture of the beauty in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction.

Last autumn test failed, fell away, so the wild waves put the pen, three days later to draw a pair of ink, wherein, the mountains and rivers are good, the sky and clouds are high, but the court is above, but the rotten wood sits upright, and the pigs bow.

This kind of wild words and paintings, of course, caused the officials to be angry, and did not report to the report, and directly beat him out of the city with a sentence of fifty, but Wu Xuan didn't care about this matter, so he dropped his pen and ink, and showed a big painting, showing a picture of the blue sky and black water.

What is Blue Sky and Black Water?

That is, above the temple, all feel the blue sky, and the bustling, but all black water stretches.

How can you see the blue sky in the black water?

As soon as this painting came out, the capital suddenly shook, and the officers and soldiers searched and arrested, and almost put him in prison, if it weren't for the fact that the Ministry of Rites Shangshu was shocked by this painting and came to visit, he Wu Xuan would have been lying in prison and waiting for death by now.

But even if he is so talented, the Ministry of Rites Shangshu will never dare to use such a person as him, so he just sent him out of the capital, which is already an extrajudicial favor and a pity for talent.

"I was born in the waves, why am I bound by shackles?"

Wu Xuan left Beijing, left a word, and left laughing wildly.

The picture of the blue sky and black water is circulated in the world, but it was sold for a sky-high price, all because of the meaning of the few strokes drawn, it is simply shocking and speechless, therefore, even the dignitaries of the capital have the intention to buy this painting, this matter is rumored, but it is really inexplicable, it is the world to make people.

For the current situation, Wu Xuan didn't feel the slightest difference, so when he raised his head and looked at Qiankun, he only felt that the sky was wide and the earth was wide, and this vast world, where could he not be accommodated?

"Humph——!"

Pick up the pen and paint, few and hook, the picture of the beauty in front of him satisfied him, but the eyes turned, heard the summer cicada outside the window, the eyes moved violently, but with a big wave of the hand, directly the beauty picture fell to the side, as waste paper discarded.

For him, the next picture is always better than the last.

"Beauty Picture", "Rotten Wood Pig", "Blue Sky and Black Water", "Ghost General", "Landscape Case", "Five Tigers" ...... These are all things that he once painted, and most of them seem to him to be discarded and useless.

Ink outline, black and white shadows, the cicada trees, the big wood quiet, this picture of the summer cicada has been painted in half an hour, he looked at the summer cicada picture, satisfied tight, and then laughed again.

There is never the best painting, the better one is always in the next one.

"The mountains and rivers are inky, the beauty is picturesque, there is wine today and drunk today!"

Wu Xuan picked up a pot of turbid wine on the table next to him and drank it with his head held high, at this time, the sky outside the broken house seemed to begin to change.

The wind gradually rose, the rain gradually fell, and the thunder and lightning flashed, indicating that the mountains and rivers would shake.

"The country is still there, but it's just a change of master!"

Wu Xuan laughed, looking at the clouds and rainstorm outside the window, he poured down the wine in his hand, and the wine fell into the muddy muddy water, as if pouring red dust.

He was laughing, but it was a mocking laugh.

The battles at the border pass are frequent, Zhao Song is already stormy, and that Meng Wei and Jiang Quanran cannot be compared, and now they are frequently attacked by Jiang Qi, in Wu Xuan's view, this Zhao Song is like rotten wood, it still looks intact on the outside, but it only takes a little strength to overthrow it.

But these have nothing to do with themselves, the blue sky and black water pictures, even this kind of anti-picture can still be circulated in the capital, and even by those ugly officials as treasures, this is simply a big mistake in the world.

Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous?

He looked at the picture of the summer cicada, and suddenly waved his hand to push away the scroll he had just drawn, and then he started to use his pen again to draw a piece of shaking mountains and rivers.

Crazy talking, crazy brushing.

However, it was at this moment that his pen and ink stopped.

Because he was reprimanded by the capital, he left far away, and now where he is now, is closer to the border pass, so this is a small town in the border area, and he is outside the town, and Ping Suli relies on those so-called "waste paintings" to exchange money.

Naturally, the matter of his retort did not come out of the capital, otherwise where would he still have his life here.

Shaking the capital does not mean shaking the world.

Wu Xuan looked at the person walking outside the window, who was holding a bamboo umbrella and wearing a yin and yang robe, this was really like a mythical character, the face was young and tight, and when he saw it, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

The wind and rain rise and fall, and the bamboo umbrella turns.

The man came from a distance, his steps steady, his eyes seemed to be thinking of something, looking at the ground, completely oblivious to the way forward.

This scenery was reflected in his heart, so that his heart was shaken, and he hurriedly picked up the pen to paint this scene, but it didn't take long for him to find that the pace of the Taoist seemed to be disrupting his rhythm, so the pen fell and stopped, stopped and lifted, and finally, Wu Xuan raised his head angrily and reprimanded the Taoist outside the window:

"Can you stop and stand still!"

The voice penetrated the wind and rain, and the words came out of his mouth, Wu Xuan stared at the man, and the man seemed to hear his shout, just standing there, and really didn't move.

"Okay, okay, don't move!"

Wu Xuan didn't think about why the other party didn't move, he directly spread out the ink, but half an hour later, the picture of a Taoist holding an umbrella in the rain had already been depicted by him.

The Taoist was drawn into the picture scroll, Wu Xuan dropped the last stroke, his expression was flying, and then he looked out the window, and suddenly froze, because the Taoist was gone.

"Huh?"

The Taoist disappeared, Wu Xuan wondered tightly, but now he no longer cared about him, nor did he think about it, just looked at the others, and suddenly saw the water soaked in loess, so he had a thought, at this time he was just about to wave his hand to put the Taoist umbrella picture away, but his heart was suddenly shocked, and he felt that this picture was good, so he was ready to put it aside.

Then he turned his head again, and was about to make a move, but suddenly saw the Taoist in the painting in front of him, and raised his hand towards him.

As a result, the mutation suddenly increased.

One hand broke through the picture scroll, which was as warm as mutton fat and white jade, but at this time, it was such a hand that grabbed Wu Xuan's clothes, and the slight force, but like a mountain torrent, directly pulled him into the scroll.

The situation changed, Wu Xuan was stunned, and he didn't come back to his senses until half a sound, and then his complexion changed greatly.

Is that person a ghost, a demon, a demon, or a spiritual saint?

Wu Xuan knocked in all directions, here was a lush forest, he couldn't find the exit, and suddenly spoke, but at this moment, in all directions, there was a sudden sound of cicadas one after another.

"Summer Cicada Fumu", this is the picture scroll he depicted, at this time in the picture, but was almost crazy by the sound of those cicadas, he held his head, stumbled and walked around, suddenly fell off the cliff, the whole person rolled on the ground a few times, that raised his head, suddenly saw a beauty.

The woman in "Beauty Picture" came and held his hand, and Wu Xuan was in a daze at this time, she was thrown hard, but she felt that the woman in front of her was naturally charming, and she felt pity for the waves like herself, but the woman didn't go long, she suddenly disappeared, and when she turned her head again, she saw a ghost face.

"Ghost General", the evil ghost in armor, this is painted before, which means Jiang Qi's soldiers, and Wu Xuan saw this ghost man killed, and his soul was suddenly shocked, and he was suddenly awake in a daze, so he fled by the way, but he didn't go far, and suddenly walked into the court.

"Rotten Wood Pig", the temple is high, the wood is like a puppet sitting upright, and a piece of pig's head below is talking to each other, when they saw Wu Xuan come in, those pig people suddenly lit up, laughing, humming and chirping, and suddenly rushed up. Wu Xuan was half frightened to death, but at this moment, the mountain suddenly collapsed and the court collapsed.

"Mountains and Rivers Case", landslides everywhere, rivers crack everywhere, Wu Xuan was not ready, he was already rolled up by a big wave, and fell out of the mountains and rivers in an instant, looking at the high mountain collapse, the heavy rain was like a flood, he suddenly screamed, his hand pulled, but he grabbed something, like a life-saving straw out of the torrent.

In "Five Tigers", Wu Xuan looked up and saw that the thing in his hand was the tail of a tiger, and his soul was suddenly frightened.

The next moment, his eyes fell into darkness, and when he opened it again, he saw a blue sky, and there were waves of water around him, but he was lying on his back in a black sea.

"Blue Sky and Black Water", Wu Xuan looked at Gao Tian, at this time there was finally no change in the surroundings, before that various picture scrolls were changing, which made his heart shake, at this time he just smiled bitterly, and turned around from the water, but at this moment, the black water faded, leaving only the blue sky and white earth.

I don't know when there was another person in front of him, he was wearing a yin and yang Taoist robe, holding Wu Xuan's painting in his hand, which was constantly flipping, and when he saw him raise his head, the Taoist smiled:

"The waves are wild, but these picture scrolls are full of red dust and it is difficult to put it, and there is wine today and drunk today, but the words of mediocrity disturbing themselves are really fallacies. ”

"Floating life is just a big dream, some people are happy and some people are sad, what you see, there are illusions and truths, no matter how beautiful the things in your paintings are, in the end they are just a mirror. ”

"Since you have this kind of pen and ink, why don't you forget the court for a long time? There is a plug in front, why don't you go with the army, see the blood, why don't you go to see the mountains and rivers, and here you are depressed and shouting?"

"Crazy is not crazy, but it is really frustrated. ”

The Taoist threw down all the stacks of scrolls in his hand, and at this time fell on the white ground, and there was a splash, and Wu Xuan's body was drenched, looking at those ink paintings in a daze, and then looking up, the empty bamboo umbrella fell in the white water, and there was no trace of the Taoist.

A light thunder hit the top of the clouds, Wu Xuan suddenly woke up, raised his head, and his hand pulled in a panic, knocking over the inkstone, but it completely dyed the previous picture of the Taoist holding an umbrella with ink.

Mediocre.

He was stunned for a long time, speechless for a long time, looked out the window, looked at the scroll in his hand, and suddenly laughed out loud.

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Ten days later.

The people of Biansai Town never saw Wu Xuan again.

The madman took his pen holder on his back, took the inkstone and paper, and went out to travel far away, not confined to one place again.

Some people lift the red dust, and since then they have carried it on their backs, and it is difficult to put it down.

Some people lifted the red dust, although they were confused and went around in circles, but finally let go.

Some people embark on a journey to tread the mountains and rivers.

Some put on shackles and trap themselves in cages.

All of this is just a matter of heart.

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"Wu Xuan in the broken house left?"

"Yes, I heard that he changed his name and wants to see all the mountains and rivers. ”

"Changed your name?"

"Yes, he is now called Wu Daoxuan. ”