Chapter 12: The Little White Fox

The next day.

Danxia clouds, Changhong through the sky.

The willow green bird is thin, and the fragrance of flowers is warm.

Chen Yan packed up and prepared to go.

A-Ying led the Tianma, sent it to the door, and said, "Young master, this place is hundreds of miles away from Jintai Mansion, you might as well ride a Jiaowei horse, you can go early and return early." ”

"No need,"

Chen Yan wore a scholar's scarf, a green coat, and a book on his back, with pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in it, dressed as a standard scholar, and waved his hand, "I will come back in seven or eight days, and I will be back in two or three days." It's okay, you don't go out. ”

"Okay,"

Ah Ying didn't say much, but said, "Then young master, be careful on the road." ”

"Okay, I'm leaving. ”

Chen Yan flicked his sleeves, turned around, and his true qi was transported to the spring point on the soles of his feet, and he lifted it lightly, like a spring swallow in water, and walked away.

"Let's go. ”

Out of the Chen family's compound, Chen Yan let out a clear whistle, and did not take the main road, but walked along the winding and rugged path, between the mountains, forests and hills.

"It's a pleasure. ”

Chen Yan roared in the mountains, and the ape and crane sang and harmonized, since Zhou Tian exhaled, the true qi into the five internal organs, the breath is long and far-reaching, this force, faster than the galloping horse.

"Haha,"

At the end of the line, Chen Yan got up, grabbed the old vine between the cliffs, his arm was forced, swinging high, and at the moment of falling, he quickly grabbed another hanging old vine, like an agile ape, high and high.

I have to say that since passing the three levels of entry, the true qi circulates all over the meridians and acupoints, as fine as a net, making the flesh reborn, light as a spring swallow, as sensitive as a white ape, and with a long breath, like silk.

Especially in the mountain trails, the strange rocks are craggy, the cliffs are deep, the old vines are climbing, and the streams are sifting gold.

High mountains, steep peaks, deep valleys, green leaves, purple vines, red flowers, black soil, blue stones, Chen Yan while hurrying, while watching the mountains and water, can also understand the changes in the true qi in his body, one heart and three purposes, very comfortable.

It wasn't until the sunset was overwhelming, the tired birds returned to the forest, and the afterglow of the sunset was sprinkled between the peaks, sparse and sparse like broken gold, that Chen Yan stopped and prepared to rest.

"Hey, there's a temple. ”

Chen Yan's eyes moved, and he happened to see a temple on the mountainside, and said with a smile, "It's really sleepy to send a pillow, just take this place to rest." ”

The temple is small and dilapidated.

The moss was wet and heavy, basil covered the ground, mottled with large and small halo shadows, and occasionally a few frog chirps.

Even the statues of the gods in the temple, because there is no incense all year round, the gilding on them falls off, revealing the hardwood inside, and there is no holy breath.

"What kind of god is this?"

Chen Yan came to the statue of the god and looked carefully, only to see that the statue was stepping on a fire snake, with its arms outstretched, or holding a ruyi, or holding a lotus, or holding a sickle, or holding a treasure bell, mighty and domineering, and wanton.

Knowing that there were many gods and spirits in this world, Chen Yan couldn't recognize them when he saw it, and he didn't think much about it, so he went outside to find dry firewood and lit it with a flint.

The bonfire burns, and the crackling light of the fire drives away the cold air in the mountains, which is refreshing.

"Hmm,"

Chen Yan sat at the gate of the temple, holding the bonfire, and looked out.

I saw that the peaks were stacked on top of each other, such as cutting and accumulating, and the afterglow in mid-air was gone, leaving only a line of light, reflecting the peak, and the white clouds were full of color.

Nearby, there is a green rock ring wall, stalagmites are forested, and the spring water is left from above, and the sound of water is murmuring.

"It's a good time. ”

Chen Yan suddenly became interested, stabilized his mind, took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and painted directly on the case.

Deep oblique, folded, fluttering.

Soon, on the rice paper, there are fallacious branches, stiff branches, bent joints, skins, multiple cracks, divided into ten thousand forms, and there are towering clouds and sun, the cliff bank is plump, the old pines are full of branches, and there is a kind of depressed vitality in the thriving.

There is a pine, and then the stone comes out, a few strokes, dotted in the meantime, rugged atmosphere, containing but not hair.

The turquoise stone is green, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds.

It's just that this family is not an ordinary family, but a god-man, graceful and graceful, like a fairy.

The whole painting, the smoke forest is clear, the mountains are firm and pine, especially in the mountains under the white clouds, the pipa covers the face, and the charm is full.

Out of the dust and into the world, hazy and clear, this is like the essence of the world, in the overlapping clouds of smoke, occasionally showing a corner, it is so fascinating.

For a long time, Chen Yan threw his pen on the case, carefully looked at the picture scroll he had just completed, sparkled with smoke, and said round and round, and said with a smile, "This mountain, this scene, this feeling, this painting, express your heart directly." ”

After thinking about it, Chen Yan did not write an inscription to write a poem, but directly took the small seal.

Whoa,

As soon as the treasure seal falls, many strange lights on the picture scroll seem to be frozen in an instant, and the ethereal gods and men live in the mountains and forests, watching the sunrise and sunset, and telling one mythical story after another.

Whoa,

Chen Yan didn't see that at the moment when the painting took shape, wisps of green energy rose from the landscape in the painting, and then quietly poured into the statue of the god in the shrine.

At this moment, there was a little golden beating in the eyes of the god who was covered with dust for I don't know how many years.

"It's kind of a pinnacle for me. ”

Chen Yan looked at it carefully, then put away the rice paper and put it away carefully, such a landscape painting will be of great use in the future.

"It's raining. ”

Chen Yan put away the landscape painting and stretched his waist, but found that at some point, a light rain fell in the mountains, and when the wind blew, there was a coolness.

"Chirp,"

At this time, a little fox ran out of the rain and came to the temple gate, making a chirping sound.

"What a little fox,"

Chen Yan's eyes moved, this little fox's whole body was snow-white, better than snow and frost, and his big black eyes turned, giving people a feeling of spirit.

"Chirp,"

As if he didn't expect to run into people, the little fox leaned on the threshold, tilting his little head, wanting to leave, but unwilling to go out in the rain.

"Hey, this little fox,"

Chen Yan glanced at it, but saw that there were blood stains like plum petals under the feet of the little fox, and said, "Is this injured?"

"Come here. ”

Chen Yan stretched out his arm, grabbed the little fox's neck, and carried the little thing in front of him.

"Chirp,"

The little fox was startled, shook its front paws, and screamed anxiously.

"Little things,"

Chen Yan patted it to prevent the little fox from moving, then took out a porcelain bottle from himself, and gently poured the medicinal powder inside on the little fox's injured hind limbs.

The effect of the powder is not weak, after applying it, it will stop the bleeding immediately, and it looks like it will scar tomorrow.

"Chirp,"

At this time, the little fox also understood that the person in front of him had no malice, no longer struggled, and barked softly.

"How did you get hurt?"

Chen Yan stroked the soft fur of the little fox, such a smart little fox is rare, and he is so smart that he wants to become a sperm.

The next moment,

A sharp ape cry was heard in the distance, and even the rain curtain outside was swept open by invisible sound waves.

The little fox was stunned for a moment, then screamed, his big eyes full of panic.

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