Chapter 26: Bamboo and Rocks in Ink Illuminate the Soul, and Once You Enter Into a State of Concentration, You Will Be Able to Breathe

As an old man who is immersed in the art of painting, he naturally knows the ink painting method.

However, since ancient times, bamboo painting has been mainly based on meticulous painting, and the outline of the lines on a bamboo leaf must be carefully carved.

But who would have thought that bamboo could be painted so freely, so freely, so...unruly!

The leaves are like a swordsman's sword, and the pole is like a gentleman's backbone!

Although it is not realistic, the layering created by the interaction of burnt ink and light ink actually makes this ink bamboo and stone picture lifelike, as if a breeze blows, and the slender bamboo poles sway slightly, but still stand proudly and stand out. Refined from the world!

A new way to draw bamboo!

The old man suddenly came back to his senses and glanced at the old rice wine that was constantly overflowing from the cup due to his loss of composure. However, the old man was completely satisfied.

"What a beautiful ink painting of bamboo and stone!"

"This time we had a lot of fun drinking!"

The old man drank the already cold rice wine in one gulp. The liquid went into his throat and stained his beard, but it made him feel very happy!

At this moment, Anle has fallen into a strange state.

Outside the window, the stars in the sky shed light, draping over Anle's body like a veil.

The young man wrote and stood quietly, but his mind seemed to be boiling.

At this moment, the power of mind and spirit tempered by the "Sword Waterfall Picture" seems to complement every bamboo leaf in the ink bamboo and stone picture, and there is a vague sense of sharp swords condensed in the painting!

With this intention, Anle felt that the speed of refining the gods has greatly increased!

[Sword Dancer] Daoguo played a great role at this moment. It seemed that the sword intention overflowed into the painting, making Anle's understanding of "Sword Waterfall" a leap forward.

The mind is growing at a very impressive rate!

In the Niwan Palace, the vague little sword began to gradually solidify and take shape!

Finally, the sonorous sound accompanies and the sword light fills the air!

The peaceful state of mind also crosses into a new realm. The five senses are enhanced, and even without breathing through the mouth and nose, one can capture the aura between heaven and earth.

The fetal breath is when the mind rests and returns to its origin, which is metaphorically referred to as the womb. It is a state where the mind is calm, has no coming and going, and is calm and focused.

The meaning of the Bamboo and Stone Picture and the meaning of the "Sword Waterfall Picture" complement each other, making Anle actually use this to step into the second realm of refining the gods, fetal breath!

After a long time, Anle slowly opened his eyes, and the powerful power of his mind flowed, shining like stars in the sky in the darkness.

Anle had never thought that a painting could have such an effect. No wonder the old man said that some paintings by famous artists were worth more than magic weapons. The painter's painting can strengthen the mind, and people will naturally benefit from the painting.

"Stand firmly on the green mountains and never let go. The roots are still in the broken rocks. They are still strong despite being struck by the winds of east, west, north and south."

"Bamboo and Stone... What a Bamboo and Stone song, what a Bamboo and Stone!"

The old man's admiration came from the side, and An Le's mind took a breath and stopped writing with a smile.

"Thank you for the compliment, senior."

"Ink and wash painting is not uncommon, but it is rare to paint bamboo with ink and wash without adding a single color."

"Good poems and good paintings. You young man, you are a surprise for me."

The old man nodded and looked carefully at the still-dry painting, with unstoppable admiration in his eyes.

"Yesterday you were attacked and killed at Jingjiekou. Luo Qingchen relied on his cultivation to bully you and wanted to bend your spine, but you never bent it. Looking at your painting today, I have a gentleman's backbone in my heart. No wonder he can withstand the pressure and Don’t bend your eyebrows or bend your waist.”

"This poem and this painting are the reflection of your soul. Only then can your mind and heart echo with each other at this moment, and only then can you enter samadhi and establish your fetal breath."

The old man stroked his beard and praised, and his words also meant to praise Anle's talent in refining the spirit.

Finally, staring at the font of the signed poem, the old man squinted his eyes.

"This font... is also weird and weird. It is written with a cursive movement, but it is not cursive. There is even a hidden brushwork in it. The writing is like writing orchid... On the other hand, although the structure of the characters is deliberately arranged, But the calligraphy is like painting, and the harmonious integration of calligraphy and painting is unprecedented in ancient times and modern times!”

The old man's evaluation can be said to be quite high. Of course, with the old man's eyesight, he can also see that Anle's font is not very skillful in using it and there is still room for improvement.

But when you think about Anle's age, this flaw can be ignored.

"Little friend An, there is something special about your painting. I like it very much..." the old man said, stroking his beard.

Seeing this, Anle immediately understood what the old man meant: "If you like it, senior, I will give it to you. This painting can be in the hands of someone who appreciates it, which is also a blessing."

The old man laughed loudly when he heard this: "Little friend An said it well, good paintings require people's knowledge. Of course, I will not accept a painting from you for nothing. In your bamboo and stone pictures, the sword will come from itself. Tomorrow, I will bring wine in person." , and...how about giving you a sword?"

Anle's eyes suddenly lit up.

What is the identity of the old man in front of me? How could the sword he gave away be ordinary?

An Le would definitely not suffer any loss if he exchanged a painting for a sword.

The old man did not continue to talk to Anle. He was even eager to share his beautiful paintings with others. He carefully rolled up the rice paper, said goodbye to Anle, and left the small courtyard.

Looking at the old man's leaving figure, Anle smiled. After tidying up, he began to cross his legs and practice meditation.

A painting brought him to the realm of fetal breathing, where he was happy but without any pride.

Recalling the oppression Luo Qingchen put on him at Jingjiekou, his current strength was far from enough.

There is a tiger in the young man's chest, calming down the restlessness and waiting for an opportunity to lie dormant.

Don't be happy with things or be sad with yourself, sit in the small courtyard, bathe in the starlight and moonlight, calm your mind and consolidate your fetal breath.

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The night was dark, and thick fog rose, covering the sky, making the stars and the moon lose their luster.

In the alleys of Lin'an Prefecture, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps, and a figure wrapped in black clothes fled quickly, like a stunning black shadow passing by.

A moment later, several knife-wielding constables in official uniforms rushed over quickly, with blood lingering around their bodies and murderous aura.

Huang Xian looked at the dark but intertwined alleys with cold eyes, frowning: "This is all Hu Jingang who ran away! Keep chasing!"

The black yamen constables under his command shouted, ran out, and continued to chase.

Huang Xian's face relaxed, he exhaled, took out the scroll in his arms, and spread out the scroll. The painting was Hu Jingang, who was almost exactly the same as the man who escaped before.

"Mr. An's painting is truly amazing."

"With this painting and the five hundred taels of reward, Hu Jingang will be arrested sooner or later as long as he is still in Lin'an Prefecture!"

Putting away the scroll, Huang Xian also ran out, his figure disappearing into the cool spring night.

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Inside a luxurious mansion.

Dozens of lit candles illuminated the room as bright as day.

Luo Qingchen, wearing a thin shirt, sat cross-legged on the bed, his body and mind surging, and his blood and qi rolled under his skin like thunder.

He was trying to wash away the dust on his heart with the power of his mind.

Before, he was defeated by the legendary champion Li Youan with a slap, and his heart was covered with dust. Qin Xiang took the "East Sea Cleansing Heart Pearl" to help him wash away the dust on his heart, and he also paid a price to join the Qin Mansion and be controlled by others.

Yesterday, he was shocked by Hua Jiebing's finger-snapping spring rain sword. The sword intent was like a seed of fear planted in his heart, causing him to be frightened every time he practiced, and his heart of Taoism was covered with dust.

This was Hua Jiebing's punishment for him.

Although Luo Qingchen was unwilling, he was not as strong as others, so he could only endure it.

The majestic power of the mind surged, like a whistling wind, blowing out the candles in the hall. The breathtaking darkness came as promised, swallowing up all the light.

In the darkness, Luo Qingchen suddenly opened his eyes. He was sweating profusely, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.

He gasped for breath.

"No... still no... the sword intent is engraved in my heart, making me afraid and trembling. Every time I practice, it will appear like a ghost and disturb my will... With my mental power, it is not enough to erase it."

Luo Qingchen supported the bed with both hands, his hair hanging down, and his heart was extremely unwilling.

Hua Jiebing's strength is indeed strong, and even in the Lin'an Prefecture where there are many strong people, there is still a place for him.

Such an existence has brought too much shadow to him.

"Just because of a young man who has just entered meditation, this Hua Jiebing has so cruelly planted the seeds of fear in my heart... The most poisonous woman's heart! What is standing up for the young man, but it's just an excuse. Just because I am Qin Xiang's man, so she took advantage of it to destroy my Tao heart! Destroy my future!"

"In the struggle of power and nobility, I am like a fish in the pond..."

Luo Qingchen closed his eyes, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and his whole body trembled slightly.

In his mind, the scene of yesterday lingered endlessly... like a nightmare gnawing at his heart.

He saw the sword transformed by three thousand spring raindrops, slashing across the sky.

He saw the carriage beside him being chopped into dust by the sword energy.

Finally, he also saw that the boy's spine was still straight under his pressure!

The strange thing is that the boy's resolute face even overshadowed Hua Jiebing's sword intent, lingering in his mind and unable to be dispelled...

His talent was originally extremely dazzling, but it was covered in dust one after another. Now... I'm afraid that many people have looked down on him. Not to mention taking another step forward and becoming the prince's staff, he may even lose his status in the Qin Mansion and his prestige in the Academy of Literature.

This time, he was affected by a young man who had just entered meditation.

This made Luo Qingchen quite irritated. That young man... was also worthy of interfering with his Tao heart?

"Old Luo."

Luo Qingchen exhaled and called softly.

The door opened, and a burly figure stepped into the house. It was the coachman who drove for him before and sat on the shaft.

"Sir."

The coachman clasped his fist respectfully.

Luo Qingchen stood up, wiped the cold sweat on his body with a towel, and asked lightly.

"I asked you to observe the young man. How is his condition these days?"

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