Chapter 101： Source (1/2)
Chao Chaoyang
The sword sword dance showed cold light, Jiang Hai condensed and cleared, and for a moment Pei Ziyun's sword stopped, exhaling deeply, and taking out the flute.
Xiao Di communicates with each other, and there is no big problem in blowing. With Pei Ziyun playing, the flute sounds gently, swimming in the quiet valley. The most strange thing is that the flute sounds seem to condense, and the heart of practicing sword kills gradually calms down.
”Soldier, murder weapon.”
Pei Ziyun walked in the valley path, wearing a black wood crown, wearing a white gown, robes and sleeves, and crisp snoring. At this time, it was thick spring. Presumably, the capital was already a palace test. Last night a rain washed the valley fresh and the sunlight reflected. The road is decorated with flowers such as Dendrobium, Hemerocallis, and Mulberry. It is a picture.
At this moment, he thought secretly: ”No wonder that Kendo is very inexperienced. This killing technique also consumes itself, hurts and hurts, and must be healthy to appease. After the Qingsong Taoist was 30 years old, he fell in love with Xiao Hua and gradually condensed and purified. Kendo goes one step further. ”
”The Qingsong Taoist began with the killing, raised in Xiao, condensed in painting, entered the Tao with a sword, Xiao painting and sword are inseparable, so I inherited these.”
I thought about it and glanced at it.
”Xiao Yi: Mastery.”
”Painting: Mastery.”
”Songfeng Sword Technique: Grandmaster (6.5%)”
”I have fully digested the experience of the Qingsong Taoist, and this is the only step.” Pei Ziyun sighed, returned to the room, took the inkwell to grind gently, the calligraphy was patient, heart, and grinding was also refreshing. The blank, framed scrolls were paved, stained with ink, and thought about it.
After a while, I had a plan in my mind, and the capital itself had looked far into the mountains and saw the whole picture of the capital. The thought was to draw a stroke.
There is a flag on Wucheng. A group of people at the gate of the city are driving ox carts, a few donkeys are busy, and people in the streets are coming and going. An old man chases a rooster on the street, a hawker picks up a load, and Beijing is painted in a roll.
I miss, entrust, condense, and flow with the scroll, the sketch of the capital gradually draws shape, and I draw a little bit of what I see in the capital, and I want to live.
Pei Ziyun gradually invested, seems to have returned to the capital, strolling in the streets, the surrounding streets, and the crowd gradually concentrated.
Twenty-five meters of paper is prosperous. The city walls, canals, docks, and palaces are as small as a street vendor and sell goods. The flags on the shop are not bad. Just look at it and you can experience the capital.
”Ziyun!” Just listening to the sound, the door was not closed, Yu Yunjun said aloud outside the door, without a response, he looked inside, and a young boy was writing with a pen, or painting.
Yu Yujun was a little curious. She opened the door and came in. The room was clean and elegant. Pei Ziyun was behind a bookcase. There were many sutras on the bookcase. At this time, Yu Yunjun didn't pay attention to these, and looked at Pei Ziyun near the table.
A picture of the capital on the table is gradually perfecting, wide, majestic, detailed, and vast. It depicts a flourishing world and the bustling face, only dazzling. You can see the capital when you see it. Yu Yunjun can't help holding his breath. For fear of disturbing Pei Ziyun, he ruined this painting.
Yunyu Yun was born in a boudoir style. He is a family heir of poems and books. It can be said that when Pei Ziyun wrote, he was immersed in this way for decades, and he was shocked: ”When did this apprentice even have Dan Qing?”
I watched closely, and Pei Ziyun was painting and smelled a scent of fragrance. At this time, I didn't move. I continued with the pen. Seeing this expression, Yu Yunjun watched intently.
As if it is upstairs, the indoor bronze lamp emits a soft yellow light, a striped reed mat is paved on the ground, the boy is sitting right north, and there is a wooden case in front of him. At this time, he writes a book and kneels on the side. Just looking at it, it seemed that I was already happy, joyful, and my heart was flat.
”Yu Lang!”
Yu Yunjun almost shouted. At this time, Pei Ziyun drew the last corner and turned around, but she turned back. He was not the person of the year. The deceased can never be found. Even if he is reincarnated, he has no memory. For a while, she suddenly rushed to her heart, settled down, and cleared her mood, and she was amazed: ”Good painting, is this a painting of Beijing?”
Pei Ziyun put the pen aside, hanging the picture, and saluting, ”Yes, Master, this is indeed what I saw when the capital was prosperous.”
Listening to this, Yu Yunjun took a smile: ”Ziyun, I always knew that you were a talent, and I saw many amazing things about you. Today I don't want you to show your first-hand painting skills again. This painting is really wonderful.”
After listening to Yu Yunjun's words, Pei Ziyun also laughed: ”Master, this has something to do with my kendo practice, Jian Lianzhi, Xiao Yangzhi, painting Ningzhi, I have understood the Samadhi among these trips, painting is condensed sword, The deeper the painting, the more solid the sword. ”
Pei Ziyun then meticulously said: ”My painting is not very strong, it can only be regarded as entering the room, but it is not a fire.”
On the side of Yu Yuyun, listening to Pei Ziyun's words, he clapped his hands: ”Ziyun, you already have the foundation of enlightenment with a sword. Even if you do n’t practice Taoism, you are afraid to enter it, but why do Taoists rarely use it?”