Fellow Daoist, come with me

Yin Xuanhuang stared at the purple bamboo flute he held in his hand, his eyes narrowed, but he said in his mouth: "Oh, I wonder what kind of talent it is?"

talented?Whether it is a talented person is still talking, but the word 'stupid' can't get away.As soon as Chu Xiao remembered what happened just now, he felt happy, so he rolled his eyes with a generous smile and said, "He is a very interesting person."

Seeing his undisguised happiness, Yin Xuanhuang felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he knew that A Xiao was a person who was used to making friends, and if there was someone with a fancy eye or a temper, he would be more eager to join him. We also need to have some fellowship, isn't that how he treats himself?But knowing that he knew it, Ah Xuan was still not happy in his heart, he was the one who fell in love with this person first, but it was absolutely impossible for a little monk to try to snatch him with just a handful of low-level magic weapons.

Thinking of this, he raised his sleeve-tipped robe, unfolded a piece of paper on the stone platform of the outer corridor, pressed a white-glazed black-flowered porcelain paperweight on it, grinded it finely, and said with a smile on his side, "Ah Xiao's friend must be a Okay, Ruoxiao tell me, what kind of demeanor is that person?"

What kind of Lin Hanshu is he? How can he remember his son Ximen Chuxiao now? His eyes and hearts are full of the demeanor of this scholar at this time!Look at that man, he is wearing a light-colored green linen robe, the wide sleeves are swaying in the wind, he is wearing a pair of wooden clogs, his skin is radiant, the arches of his feet are perfect, the black silk like a waterfall is loosely tied behind his head with navy blue The rope is tied, revealing a handsome face that makes people love it, the face is sideways, with a leisurely smile on the corner of the mouth, and the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, when staring at you, there is a warmth and affection .He was holding a pen in his hand, the pen was a high-quality Jinghu pen, and the pale pen holder was firmly held by a slender and beautiful hand, waiting to go away.Although the scholar's posture is casual at this time, there is an indescribable confidence and chic in it.His whole body, including the bluestone platform, the yellowed rice paper, the porcelain paperweight, and the inkstone, formed a powerful impact in the eyes of the flute. It was an unprecedented influence of ancient charm, as if it carried the breath of the times, It tightly wrapped up his soul, which was still that modern-day turtle deep in his heart, so that he couldn't break free, and he couldn't refuse.

Chuixiao is used to this tune, and Ah Xuan's demeanor at this time has a kind of romantic style of Wei and Jin celebrities, which made him not want to take a look away.

Yin Xuanhuang obviously understood Chuxiao, he reminded him with a smile, and only then did Chuxiao come to his senses, and said: "There is nothing to say, but this person is straightforward and really cute." Hua Sui said so, but He still roughly described Lin Hanshu's appearance to Ah Xuan.

After hearing this, Ah Xuan smiled slightly, held his sleeves and started to write, waving the rice paper leisurely like a leisurely stroll in the garden. After a few strokes, he outlined the image of a young man. Jump off the paper.Chu Xiao leaned over to look at it, and couldn't help being surprised, but said nothing, what do you think - that painting actually showed Lin Hanshu's eight-point appearance, nine-point charm!

With just this one hand, Chuixiao raised her thumbs up fiercely and praised loudly. The undisguised love and admiration in those eyes made Ah Xuan happy, as if he had eaten a fairy fruit, there was nothing impenetrable in his body.Blowing the flute again urged him to sign the signature, Ah Xuan was not stingy, he would write with a big pen, and wrote "The Old Man's Essay on Yinshan in the Year of Yihai", the handwriting was chic and unrestrained, showing a kind of madness.

This word is also called Chuanxiao Jingyan. In this short half hour, Chuxiao saw another Yin Xuanhuang, a talented and suave Yin Xuanhuang.I really like this painting and the word blow flute, so I want to brazenly ask for it.

How could Ah Xuan give him the portrait of this person, the person in this painting, he wished he could play the flute and forget it immediately, how could he ask him to look at it day and night?Then he said lightly: "What day are you waiting for? Find a good time. A Xiao will also introduce your new friend to me. This painting will be the first gift. If you like it, A Xiao, I will give it to you !"

Chu Xiao took the opportunity to make a request: "Then I also need a poem written by Ah Xuan."

Ah Xuan laughed: "Why is this so difficult? Don't say one, even if you write ten or eight for Ah Xiao, it's still worth it."

Chuixiao was overjoyed, hurriedly climbed up the pole, and said happily: "No matter how many pieces there are, I don't want too many, so it's settled!"

Ah Xuan naturally had no choice but to nod.

In this way, Chuan Xiao briefly forgot about Lin Hanshu, and only followed Ah Xuan to watch him paint and write poems every day. Ah Xuan's calligraphy and paintings are all grand and open, even delicate flowers and plants can be called by him to paint To be alone in the world and to live in peace, every time I get a pair of flute, I am overjoyed. The more I look at it, the more I love it. Those who pay attention to Chinese paintings, he does not know the techniques of breaking ink, splashing ink, outlining, and accumulating dyeing. You see, he doesn't know much, so if he thinks this painting is good, it must be because of the strong character of the painting that he loves it.

Speaking of calligraphy and painting, they are the favorite things of the flute. Don't look at him traveling all over the world. He has seen and played with all kinds of teachings, interesting and exciting things, but in the end, he only loves ancient books and paintings.It is a modern Chinese painter. If he loves someone's paintings, he must try his best to get acquainted with them.This kind of behavior was laughed at by the gang of brothers - Gu Xi, you are a second-rate literary youth in your bones!

Chuixiao doesn't recognize the evaluation of his brothers, he himself is love, but he is born with a knack for it!Ordinarily, if you are in their profession, you need to practice your handwriting when you pee. In a way, handwriting can be regarded as a signboard. Go out and see, which fortune teller who runs a stall now can't use a brush Word?But the handwriting of flute was terrible when he was young. From the age when he couldn't hold the brush firmly to the age when the braids were curled up, he practiced a lot, but now he only got a so-so evaluation.As for traditional Chinese painting, let alone, hey...that is simply the black history of blowing flute, shame on me!

This is the case for everyone, the more you can't get it, the better you feel.Ever since he was 'stupid' and left N Chinese painting teachers, he completely stopped painting for flute, and he changed to collection!Satisfied, he hangs up a new drawing of a hundred horses galloping by Ah Xuan, blows the flute and laughs as he looks at the painting studio he has set up specially for himself.I thought to myself, if I go somewhere in the future, these paintings must be taken away properly, and then I will turn over the storage jade slips and make a place for these treasures.

That Yin Xuanhuang looked at Chuxiao's smiling and contented face every day, and his mood was very open. He never thought that something he didn't care about would make this person so happy. When he saw himself painting, his eyes were bright. It makes people feel from the bottom of their hearts—'ah, it's such a great thing that I can paint', that feeling is very comfortable.Immersed in such emotions, Ah Xuan unknowingly recalled his own life and counted the things he played. Thinking about it one by one, he surprised himself. It turned out that he really knew a lot!Not to mention all kinds of musical instruments, he is proficient in those that have been lost and are still handed down today. He also knows a little about all kinds of craftsmanship, such as carpenter, blacksmith, gardener, tea maker, etc., even the embroidery that girls play. Also will.

However, this is not very strange, he has lived too long, and his practice is different from other people's. Other people's practice is to hide from the world, and when their cultivation reaches the bottleneck, they just come out to practice in order to polish their mood.On the other hand, he is the exact opposite. He is usually born in the world to practice and experience, and only when he is in a bottleneck, he retreats and realizes.Therefore, in the long and boring years, he has played with countless things. He has a lot of time to learn and practice. Learn the skills to perfection.These things were just for him to pass the time. When he was interested, he threw them aside and didn't care about them at all, and he didn't feel that it was a pity to put this craftsmanship, which can be called a national treasure, on the shelf.After a long time, he also forgot that he had played these games.

But now, the gaze of blowing the flute aroused his interest.Ah Xuan's rationalizing and reminiscing just like this made him taste something again. In a trance, he only felt that he had entered a mysterious and mysterious realm, and his state of mind, which had not been enhanced for a long time, became more clear and mellow. , as if washed in general.

Yin Xuanhuang knew that he was in a very rare epiphany, unlike the previous enlightenment that was achieved overnight, this time the epiphany was slow, moist and silent.He didn't know when this epiphany would end, and he didn't want to rush for such a good opportunity to practice to increase his cultivation like those who finally entered the epiphany.Every day, I just go with the flow of the day. Seeing that Chuan Xiao loves poetry and painting so much, she even started to teach her how to paint.

Axuan was willing to teach, so naturally he called Chuxiao overjoyed, and didn't care about the one hole he couldn't open, so he followed suit and drew, but in the end, the good peony insisted that he draw it like a ghost drawing talisman, and he was so ashamed that he blushed Don't dare to look up.Ah Xuan liked it, raised the painting and shook it twice, sighed and said: "Peonies in this world have all kinds of postures, but this one is missing. It is also amazing that Ah Xiao can paint peonies to such an extent. This painting is worth it." Treasure it, I want it!" After finishing speaking, he wrote two lines of poems beside the painting and asked the servant to frame it, and it turned out that it really looked like a painting for collection.

Flute almost fainted, such a shameful masterpiece, Ah Xuan still wanted to make a fuss, ask him for it, and the man replied slowly: "Then I will also ask for the painting that I gave to Ah Xiao, which will make me feel uncomfortable. ?”

make?Of course not!Those paintings are the tip of A Xiao's heart, no one can touch them!Therefore, in the end, he had to give up. Every time A Xiao went to the study to find A Xuan, he would pretend to ignore the extremely impressionist painting hanging on the wall.

The blow this time was really unbearable for Chuxiao, he languished for a few days, but when Ah Xuan was about to paint, this guy happily went to watch.Ah Xuan proposed a professor again, this guy who doesn't remember to eat but beats fights dares to agree!However, Ah Xuan has learned a lesson this time, he won't understand you when you tell Ah Xiao how to move the brush and use the ink here, so you must take him to experience it for yourself.

Therefore, Ah Xuan naturally walked behind Ah Xiao, encircling him from behind, with his slender and beautiful long fingers covering the hand holding the pen, leaning his head close to him, and occasionally the hot air he breathed Sweeping over the ears and neck of the flute, it is hot and humid, soft and gentle.Ah Xuan's deep and gentle voice was next to his ear, carefully explaining the priority of writing, and moving his finger lightly, he led his writing hand across the snow-white rice paper, slowly depicting a delicate and beautiful peony. Caressing every petal, trying its best to welcome the sunshine, proudly showing off its beauty.

Chu Xiao looked at the peony that came out of his pen, and was both moved and emotional in his heart. He turned his head to look at Ah Xuan, but saw the scholar looking down at the peony and smiling slightly. Blank, only heard his own silly voice: "It's so beautiful..."

Guess he is talking about people, or paintings?