Chapter 148 A Thousand Years of Painting

Huang Feng was stunned when the scroll was unfolded. He thought that the painting by Gong Yangyong must be magnificent.

He entered the Tao through painting, and after thousands of years, he made the big monster of the demon king bloodline unable to resist with just a drop of ink, and sealed it in a blank scroll.

Then it is not surprising that a painting depicts all kinds of human life and the immortal path to heaven.

Huang Feng also agreed reluctantly. After all, Zhuge Wenyu looked very stubborn. Gong Yangyong happened to be willing to help, so he might as well give it a try.

But he didn't expect that there was no lonely smoke in the desert, the setting sun on the long river, nor the prosperity, awake and drunken noise in the painting, but a woman.

The woman was dressed in green, holding a round fan, smiling sweetly, with tenderness in her eyes, a thousand years in one glance.

Huang Feng was speechless for a moment. Gong Yangyong was so old, and he still liked to paint beauties?

Thinking about it, he felt something was wrong, so he asked carefully: "Senior, what's the story behind this painting?"

"I thought you wouldn't ask." Gong Yangyong said, "But if you can't write a poem after hearing my story, I'll hold you accountable!"

Huang Feng said quickly: "Then why don't you just stop talking?"

Gong Yangyong snorted: "If you dare to write a poem at random, I won't let you go."

"You're making things difficult for me, aren't you?"

"If you satisfy me, I'll help you make things difficult for him." Gong Yangyong pointed at Zhuge Wenyu.

Zhuge Wenyu smiled bitterly and shook his head, reminding Huang Feng: "The poem on this painting is not so easy to write."

Huang Feng had no choice but to nod: "Okay, senior, you tell me, I'm all ears."

Gong Yangyong then said: "The one in the painting is my wife, and we can be considered childhood sweethearts. She likes reading and writing poems, and I like painting.

When I was sixteen, I secretly drew her portrait and showed it to her to express my feelings and hope that she would marry me.

She disliked that I drew her too ugly at the time, but she still accepted my feelings and was willing to marry me.

Our two families were not bad, and no one objected at the time, so she was married to the family according to the rules of "three books and six ceremonies".

We don't have too big ambitions, we just hope to recite poems, paint, and have children. Raising a daughter, living a peaceful and worry-free life.

At that time, although painters could be considered scholars, their status was not high and they were not as respected as famous poets. She often said that when she became famous, she would write poems for my paintings. Famous paintings and good poems complement each other.

But she never showed her poems to others, so how could she become famous? "

At this point, Gong Yangyong smiled, as if he was reminiscing, and then his mood suddenly became low: "It's a pity that good days are always so short. We were married for only two years when she fell ill. I visited famous doctors but couldn't cure her. After two years, she passed away.

After we got married, I wanted to paint her several times, but she refused.

She still thought my paintings were ugly and said that she would paint her when my painting skills improved. Let me paint her.

Unfortunately, she didn't tell me the truth until she was seriously ill and dying. She said she regretted not letting me paint her again. In fact, she didn't dislike her ugly face, but was shy because I always said that I would hang her portrait in the room with a good poem. She said she was shy and couldn't stand it.

I wanted to paint her at that time, but she refused. She thought she was too pale and thin at that time, and didn't want to leave such an image for me and in the painting. She said that when I became a great painter in the future, I would paint her most beautiful appearance in my memory.

Since then, I have worked hard and painted every day, but I never dared to paint her, for fear that I would not paint well, for fear that she in my memory would not be her most beautiful appearance.

People only know that I was enlightened one day and painted egrets in the sky, but I don't know what I was thinking at that time, because I knew I was going to die, I finally let go of my fear. I wanted to draw her before I closed my eyes and sleep with the painting.

I can only say that fate is playing tricks on me. From that day on, I started to draw this picture, but I didn't expect that it would take a thousand years to draw this picture to my satisfaction. "

Zhuge Wenyu then spoke: "Who dares to easily help you write a poem for this painting?"

Gong Yangyong finished his story without too much sadness, and glanced at Zhuge Wenyu: "That's because you don't have the ability."

After that, he stared at Huang Feng: "How about it, after listening to the story, the poem is up to you?"

"Senior, you think too highly of me." Huang Feng was speechless. How could he have thought that this painting was so precious? He quickly racked his brains.

After thinking for a long time, he could only think of a poem that was quite appropriate. I wonder if Gong Yangyong would be satisfied.

"A scholar is useless. I also think that old Zhuge is useless." Gong Yangyong looked at Zhuge Wenyu, and then said to Huang Feng, "You are not a scholar, give me some use!"

"..." Huang Feng's mouth twitched slightly, and he said with a stiff face, "Then I will try?"

This time it was Gong Yangyong's turn to be surprised. He was originally teasing. If Huang Feng needed to think about it, or really couldn't do it, he would not really make it difficult.

It was just that the poem in the pavilion halfway up the mountain was so amazing that he was willing to give Huang Feng a chance with this painting.

But you thought it through so quickly?

Zhuge Wenyu didn't dare to write for a whole day. Huang Feng's current performance was really perfunctory. Gong Yangyong said in a deep voice: "Think about it first."

Huang Feng nodded: "Don't worry, senior. I dare not take it lightly."

"Okay." Gong Yangyong nodded.

Li Motang, Li Yixuan and Xiao Nuan were a little nervous. After hearing the story and knowing the importance of this painting to Gong Yangyong, they were afraid that Huang Feng's poem would not be done well and cause trouble.

Li Motang wanted to tell Huang Feng in her heart several times to let him give up, but for some reason, there was a trace of trust in her heart that she didn't even know where it came from, which stopped her.

In this situation, Huang Feng dared not neglect it and recited it seriously.

"Once you have seen the sea, all other waters are nothing but water.

Except for the clouds of Wushan.

I am too lazy to look back at the flowers this time,

Partly because of my cultivation and partly because of you."

After hearing the first two sentences, Zhuge Wenyu's eyes lit up, while Gong Yangyong was slightly stunned by the last two sentences.

"I am too lazy to look back at the flowers, half because of my cultivation and half because of you..." He devoted his life to painting, and the rest of his thoughts were all on her. After repeating it a few times, Gong Yangyong actually had a tear mark in the corner of his eyes.

Huang Feng was muttering in his heart at this moment: "Don't ask me where Wushan is, just think of it as a beautiful mountain."

No one really asked.

"Are you satisfied, senior?" Huang Feng asked carefully.

Gong Yangyong immediately said: "This is it, you write it?"

"Ah? My handwriting is ugly." Huang Feng quickly admitted his weakness. His handwriting was actually okay, but it was far from matching the painting in front of him, so he didn't dare to show off.

"Let me do it." Zhuge Wenyu smiled and opened his hand and said, "Pen and ink are ready."

A pen fell into his hand, and the inkstone fell on the table.

He dipped the brush in ink and wrote line after line on the paper. The words were vivid and penetrating. After finishing the poem in one go, he remembered that he had not yet written a title and asked, "What is the name of this poem?"

Huang Feng answered carefully, ""Separation Thoughts"."

Zhuge Wenyu nodded and put down his pen.

Who would have thought that after the poem was finished, the whole painting suddenly showed a strange image, and the beauty stepped out of the painting and floated away.