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Chapter 762 "I have a sword...Xiu Niang, please let it go, it's irritable when it wakes up"

"Mr. Wu, what are you doing?"

"Want to learn again?"

"No... not."

On the south bank of Shuangfeng Peak and the top of Nanfeng Mountain, Yuan Huaimin saw Wu Daozi taking the blank scroll he had prepared and painting on it, so he asked a question weakly.

Wu Daozi answered with a smile, and Yuan Huaimin shook his head like a rattle.

After a pause, he couldn't help asking:
"I am a stupid student, how can I learn it? I am just a little curious. Mr. Wu is painting towards the north bank. Is he going to help me paint the tribute painting?"

Wu Daozi was amused and said:

“Almost all of them are given to the Pseudo-Zhou Emperor, but I will use this one later.

"However, are you still thinking about the tribute painting? Do you still want to be an idle official in this pseudo-Zhou? That's fine. Just write down what I drew and go home to copy it. After all, you won't have such a peaceful and tranquil scene later."

Yuan Huaimin said with difficulty:

"I don't really care whether I become an official or not, but today's painting assignment was something Qiu Niang fought hard for me. Although I don't recognize her and don't want to accept her kindness, I still have to remember her kindness and bring a painting back to hand in."

He was somewhat dejected, muttering:

"After all, Qiu Niang also promised me that she would do her best to protect Brother Lianghan's safety. She also said that as long as Brother Lianghan entered the main cave, he would be safe... I hope she can do it. Putting herself in her shoes, I can't slack off on the painting she asked me to do."

Wu Daozi glanced at his dark circles under his eyes and said:
"You're just afraid of being beaten by her. If you see her again, you won't be able to explain yourself without the painting."

Yuan Huaimin: ...

Seeing his old face quickly turn red, as if a sore spot had been touched, Wu Daozi chuckled a few times.

The squinty-eyed old man turned around again, put his hands behind his back and looked at the gradually completed painting in front of him.

The whole painting is in the style of ink and wash painting.

There is no white fog on the twin peaks in the scroll, and the scenery on both sides is clearly visible. You can even see a dozen special official ships connected by iron chains on the river. On the ships are many little people dressed like generals of the Xuanwu Guards and female officials of the Supervisory Council.

In the main grotto on the north bank, there is a high platform at the foot of the Donglin Buddha. The people on the platform were embellished by him with just a few strokes.

In addition, there is something special in the scroll. On the towering northern peak that the Donglin Buddha leans against, there is a simple pavilion guarded by female officials in the lush forest not far from the top of the mountain.

In the center of the pavilion, there is a vague figure of an old man in a long robe, sitting cross-legged, threading Buddhist beads in his hands, and playing the piano with his head down.

The harp on the knee is very long and seems to have only one string.

At this moment, Wu Daozi's gaze also fell on the Puzhu Pavilion and the old man playing the zither.

The top of the South Peak where he and Yuan Huaimin were located was faintly facing the pavilion on the other side of the North Peak.

Wu Daozi's gaze left the scroll and looked far away at the north bank. His vision was blocked by the real white fog, but the place where his eyes were directed was vaguely where the old man playing the piano in the scroll was.

Yuan Huaimin hesitated for a moment, then walked forward, looking at the scroll, then at the white fog that filled the river across the river and blocked his view.

Wu Daozi pointed at the scroll and said with a smile:
"Today there are too many things in the way, too fancy and garish, some of them need to be moved away. Look, little Huaimin, is it clearer now?"

I found that Yuan Huaimin seemed to have noticed the scene on the north peak of the scroll.

Wu Daozi introduced calmly:
"This is my old friend. When Emperor Gaozong passed away, I left in anger, but he stayed. At that time, the false emperor Wei Zhao had not yet come to power and the Crown Prince Li was still alive. He might still have hope, but I am different. I understand Wei Zhao better than he does."

Yuan Huaimin was very timid and did not dare to take up this topic.

He looked at the scroll again, and asked with a complicated expression:
"How did Mr. Wu see it..."

"It's simple. Stand tall."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Huaimin suddenly spoke up: "I am not afraid of the clouds blocking my view, because I am at the highest level."

Wu Daozi was slightly stunned, stroking his chin, squinting his eyes and pondering: "This poem is interesting, refreshing, and chewy. It shows your skill. Little Huaimin, you are getting better and better..."

Yuan Huaimin waved his hand:

"I didn't write this poem. I heard it from Brother Lianghan. It was some of his drunken talk. There are many things in it that are very impressive, but every time I asked him about it after he sobered up, he would deny it.

"In fact, Brother Lianghan's poetry talent is far superior to mine, but he is too modest and never admits it. His style has always been to focus on practical work rather than literary elegance."

Wu Daozi nodded: "Listen, he is indeed a good teacher and helpful friend, no wonder you protect him so much."

Yuan Huaimin didn't know why, but felt a little disappointed, and whispered:

"Mr. Wu, if you have the chance, you can meet Liang Han. You always praise me for being noble and you say that I am right not to get involved with the corrupt officials, but Liang Han is very special. It would be great if you could meet him. He is the kind of person... any noble person would envy the people who accompany him."

There was some reminiscence in his eyes:
"The officialdom is corrupt, and all around him are corrupt colleagues, but he is swimming against the tide and is full of energy. He has been like this since he first came to Xunyang City. Moreover, he is not the kind of person who pretends to be good for others or for the assessment officials. I have observed him for a long time and can see that Brother Lianghan really thinks he can do something to change these things.

"I don't know why he can always be full of energy and never disappointed. Compared with us who are so-called noble, Brother Lianghan seems to be noble but not noble, or even higher than noble. If it were a mountain, we would not be able to see such a person no matter we look up or down from where we are. So I don't know whether he is noble but not noble or higher than noble."

Yuan Huaimin raised his head, thinking of something, and smiled:
"Perhaps this is the person who can truly say 'Don't be afraid of the clouds blocking your view, because you are at the highest level'. It's just as he said. He has already stood very high. We are all under the clouds. Although it seems that Brother Lianghan is only a state official now, and he is in some trouble today...

"But such a person cannot be trapped in Jiangzhou or even Jiangnan Road. I am looking forward to how far Brother Lianghan can go. Even if there is only one such person, it is a great thing. You will feel that the world is not so bad. Well, eat when you should eat, drink when you should drink, and no matter what happens, Brother Lianghan is there."

Wu Daozi turned around and looked at his student Yuan Huaimin, who was smiling and sighing, and some interest appeared in his eyes.

"Okay, let's meet up when we get a chance."

After a while, Wu Daozi withdrew his gaze, his face calm and composed. He shook his sleeves, from which a yellow wooden root emerged, which looked like a corner of ginseng.

Wu Daozi pinched the beard with two fingers and handed it directly to Yuan Huaimin.

"Little Huaimin, take it."

Yuan Huaimin was puzzled: "What is this?"

Wu Daozi said calmly:

"I have searched all over the Tiannan River and Lake and only found three whiskers of the Xuanhuang Earth Dragon. I took one. Little Huaimin, don't you want to save your lover and your friends? Then use this to help them escape."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Huaimin was refreshed. He gently put away the root of the black and yellow earth dragon, licked his cheek, and humbly asked:
"Sir, how do you use this?"

Wu Daozi waved his hand:
"I have already injected spiritual energy into this old man. You can just crush it and it will allow you to teleport a hundred miles away."

Yuan Huaimin didn't quite understand, so he asked cautiously:
"What if it falls into the water?"

Wu Daozi's mouth twitched:

"The Xuanhuang Earth Dragon corresponds to the Earth Escape Magical Power, and this dragon's whiskers are also Earth Escape, and will only move to the flat ground... You might as well worry about whether it will appear in someone else's little girl's room."

Yuan Huaimin smiled and scratched his head: "That's fine, I won't look, Qiu Niang is here, but Brother Liang Han may not be able to do that."

Wu Daozi chuckled twice.

Yuan Huaimin suddenly asked:

"By the way, since there is one here, where are the other two?"

Wu Daozi did not answer.

Yuan Huaimin was quiet for a moment, then asked with some concern:
"Mr. Wu should also pay attention to his own safety."

After a pause, he lowered his head and said:

"You'd better save one for yourself, Mr. Wu. From what I heard from Qiu Niang, the big Buddha over there is now completed and well prepared. There may be danger..."

Wu Daozi turned around with a smile on his face:
"Xiao Huaimin, is it possible that if the Buddha statue is not repaired, everyone will not want to come today?"

Yuan Huaimin was puzzled.

Wu Daozi smiled without saying anything. He continued to hold the brush and was about to paint when he suddenly turned his head.

Looking straight down at the river.

"What happened, Mr. Wu?"

Yuan Huaimin looked at him with a puzzled expression.

I discovered that the originally unchanging white fog on the river below began to move strangely.

In a forest on the south bank, a blue line rises into the sky.

The next moment.

The white fog on the river split into two.

The river water was boiling with white mist.

Wu Daozi frowned tightly, his eyes were filled with astonishment. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the scroll in front of him, his pupils shrinking slightly.

The picture on the freehand ink painting scroll is clearer.

A blue arc hovers above the river.

Like a meteor, it rushed towards the Giant Buddha on the North Bank.

Split the river with one sword.

Yuan Huaimin was stunned.

Wu Daozi counted with his fingers and looked very surprised:

"Hey, which Ding Sword is this? The orthodox sword holder! Is there such a person in Tiannan Jianghu?"

The hunchbacked old man was halfway through counting with his fingers when he suddenly clenched his fist, clapped his hands and laughed:
"Hahaha, Lady Lord, you still say you didn't hide anything! Could it be that you are a lover, so you deny it shamefully?"

……

In a forest on the south bank.

Wang Caozhi was seen waiting anxiously in front of a carriage.

From time to time, the footsteps of soldiers could be heard outside the woods.

"Miss Xiu Niang, let's go quickly. This is my brother-in-law's official uniform. I'm not lying to you. There are words on it..."

"Forget it. You can't see, but you believe me. It says escape. Escape. Did you hear me? My brother-in-law asked you to escape with me. No, he asked you to take me to escape."

Inside the car, Zhao Qingxiu held a piece of scarlet official uniform in his hand, lowered his head as if "staring", stroked the fabric with his palm, and said nothing.

"Hurry up, it was my brother-in-law who told us to run. General Wei has already left, so we can't stay for long."

Zhao Qingxiu tilted his head, as if looking towards the north bank.

Wang Caozhi looked anxious:

"Why don't you believe me?"

Suddenly, Zhao Qingxiu wrote:

[I won't leave. Where is Tan Lang? I'm going to find him. He's in danger.]

Wang Caozhi was at a loss as to what to do. He continued to recite the formula, thinking of something.

The next moment, "Wang Caozhi" raised his head and seemed to look around.

"Xiuniang, you go first, I'm fine."

Ouyang Rong's familiar tone.

Zhao Qingxiu's face was full of surprise, "Yiyaya."

Yet he hesitated, with a look of doubt on his face.

Ouyang Rong frowned:
"I don't have time to explain. This is called a descent of spirits..."

He paused, shook his head, and said calmly:

"Forget it. Stay here and wait for me with Cao Zhi. I'll be there soon. I need to... handle some things. I should give an explanation to the lady."

Zhao Qingxiu was a little confused.

I would go up to him and write to him and ask him.

Ouyang Rong said in a gentle tone:

"Okay, stop talking for now. Don't hold the sword box so tightly. Loosen it a bit. It has a bad temper."

Zhao Qingxiu tilted her head: "Ah?"

The young man who had descended the spirit turned his head and glanced silently in the direction of the Donglin Buddha on the north bank behind him.

Zhao Qingxiu subconsciously loosened the violin case in her arms.

In front of her, the young man who rushed to descend spoke in a low voice:
"Do you know Emperor Wen? Go and say hello."

Zhao Qingxiu's face was confused, as if she thought someone was talking to her.

But the next moment.

A blue sword energy rose into the sky from Zhao Qingxiu's arms.

Before her little face changed color.

An [arc] has come out of the box.

As if it had been grumbling for a long time, the [Arc] circled around Zhao Qingxiu, as if it was patrolling and sizing up the new hostess.

Zhao Qingxiu's hair was flying. She couldn't see anything, but she saw everything.

There was a small red lotus seal in his arms, which was extremely hot.

Just like her little face which was flushed red at this moment.

The pretty girl who was both mute and blind slowly turned her head and faced the calm young man and the azure [arc] in front of her on the right.

"Ah, ah?"

Zhao Qingxiu seemed to be calling Tan Lang in a daze.

Ouyang Rong, who had descended into Wang Caozhi's body, said nothing and closed his eyes.

A blue [arc] hovered between him and Zhao Qingxiu.

Leaves were flying in all directions, and all the leaves that passed through this sharpest object in the world were cut in two.

The next moment, [Craftsmanship] soared into the sky.

Like a blue moon rising.

Shining on both sides of Shuangfeng Peak.

This [arc] rushed violently towards the main cave on the north bank.

It crashed into the fog.

The river water was boiling, and the layers of white fog were cut apart by a knife like steamed cakes on a street stall.

Looking from the outside, the white fog on the river was split apart, revealing first the highest, kind-looking golden Buddha head.

This scene is like a tall and burly golden Buddha looking down at the tiny blue arc moon.

The little guy was indeed in a bad mood when he woke up - being in a bad mood also means being angry - and with a rumbling sound of wind and thunder, he crashed into the main cave of the Donglin Buddha.

Just as [Craftsman] was so angry that he split the river fog.

In the woods on the south bank, "Ouyang Rong" opened his eyes again and looked around blankly.

People are back.

Wang Caozhi noticed that Zhao Qingxiu's little face was stunned and the sword box in her arms was opened.

Zhao Qingxiu's small hands tightly grasped something in her arms. She looked at him in vain and muttered, "Ahhhh..."

She seemed to be in a state of trance, having seen something unbelievable and hadn't yet digested it.

Wang Caozhi scratched his head:

"Miss Xiu Niang, what's wrong with you? I just lost consciousness and I seemed to see my brother-in-law coming. Uh, what did my brother-in-law do? Why are you crying..."

Zhao Qingxiu's face was filled with tears and she remained silent.

She was crying like a pear blossom in the rain, and I felt pity for her.

After a long while, the contemporary Yue virgin of Yunmeng Jianze shook her head very vigorously.

Hold the sword case tightly for him.

(End of this chapter)