Chapter 149 See You Again
Huang Feng was worried: "No way, could it be that the beauty in the painting dislikes the poem and doesn't want to be in the painting with it? No, it may be that she dislikes Zhuge Wenyu's ugly handwriting, which has nothing to do with me!"
Everyone present was stunned for a moment, even Gong Yangyong was no exception.
After a while, Li Yixuan, who was beside Li Motang, suddenly shouted: "Senior Gongyang, your wife has run away, why don't you chase her quickly!"
Huang Feng was shocked. This girl was really bold. Even if this painting showed strange phenomena, it was still a painting. Can it really give it three souls and seven spirits and bring it back to life?
If you don't know, you might think she was scolding someone!
Gong Yangyong didn't care. He woke up as if from a dream. He immediately unfolded a scroll. A white egret flew out of the scroll and carried him to chase the fragrant shadow floating out of the painting.
"Let's go and see it too!" Li Yixuan suggested.
Huang Feng and Li Motang couldn't make a decision and looked at Zhuge Wenyu.
Zhuge Wenyu was also full of curiosity. He nodded and said, "With clouds as boats, you can travel a thousand miles a day."
The sea of clouds below the peak rolled and gathered into a small boat floating on the top of the peak. Zhuge Wenyu stepped on the cloud boat and said to them, "Come on."
Huang Feng felt something. Before getting on the boat, he took off the blank scroll with only poems in the pavilion.
"Wow!" Li Yixuan rode the boat made of white clouds across the sky, her eyes full of admiration, and began to imagine that she could also use clouds as boats in the future... No, she liked horses, the soft white cloud horse, and when she was sleepy, she would lie on the horse's back and take a nap, floating in the sky.
Huang Feng didn't know what she was laughing at.
The fragrant shadow that flew out of the painting floated for a long time. Suddenly, a "gurgling" sound came from the cloud boat. Everyone looked over and saw Li Yixuan touching her stomach, looking at them, her mouth drooped, and pitifully said, "I'm hungry."
After hearing this, Li Motang and Xiao Nuan turned their eyes to Huang Feng.
"What are you looking at me for?"
Li Motang said, "Give her some food."
"We are all fasting people, why do you think I would bring food with me?"
"Stop talking nonsense."
"Okay." Huang Feng reluctantly took a small table from the square inch object, put it on the cloud boat, and began to put food on it.
Originally, he just wanted him to take some food to fill Li Yixuan's hunger, but who would have thought that after a while, Li Motang saw that the table was full of various delicacies.
"..."
A group of people looked at Huang Feng, and even Li Yixuan found it difficult to accept. Why do you carry so much food with you?
Li Yixuan ate a little less, and after a while, she became shy again, pulling Li Motang's sleeve and whispering a few words in her ear.
"I'll take her there and be back soon." Li Motang took her away on his sword.
The people on the boat knew tacitly that they were in a hurry.
"Mortals really have many inconveniences." Huang Feng touched his neck and waist. Since he became an immortal, his waist, back, and legs no longer cramped. He could fly up to the sky without taking a breath!
As he was thinking, the beautiful figure in front of him finally stopped.
Seeing Li Motang bringing Li Yixuan back, he asked, "It seems we have arrived. Where is this?"
"Is this Qianzhou?" Li Motang was not sure.
Zhuge Wenyu confirmed, "It is in Qianzhou."
The beautiful figure circled in the sky, suddenly turned back, and floated back into the painting.
But Gong Yangyong did not turn back. Instead, he sat on the egret and stared at his feet, seeming a little confused and at a loss.
Huang Feng followed his line of sight and saw a small village at his feet. A small river flowed at the entrance of the village, and a small wooden bridge spanned the river.
A beautiful girl on the bridge was looking anxiously into the distance, as if waiting for someone.
"This..." Not only Huang Feng was stunned, but also calm people like Li Yixuan and erudite people like Zhuge Wenyu, because the girl on the bridge and the beauty in the painting were exactly the same.
The group looked at Gong Yangyong, and saw that Gong Yangyong ignored them. He rode the egret to the distance and watched quietly for a long time, as if he was making a decision.
After a while, Gong Yangyong made up his mind. The white frost on his temples gradually turned black, his short beard fell off, and the wrinkles on his face gradually smoothed out. He turned into a handsome man and walked towards the girl on the bridge.
Seeing this, Huang Feng shouted in his heart: "Gong Yangyong, you are shameless, an old ram wants to eat tender grass? What if the girl is waiting for her beloved lover to go home on the bridge and you bump into her later, how embarrassing it will be!"
Of course, he only dared to shout this in his heart.
Gong Yangyong came to the bridge, and the girl also saw him. The two looked at each other for a moment, and the girl asked with a smile: "Where are you from, sir? Have we met before?"
Gong Yangyong didn't hold much hope at first, but he was surprised and happy when he heard this: "You recognize me?"
"I always feel like I've seen it somewhere before." The girl smiled.
Hearing this, Gong Yangyong became more reserved, and didn't know what to do for a while.
In the air, the people on the cloud boat also felt incredible about what was happening before their eyes. Zhuge Wenyu murmured in a low voice: "After a thousand years of reincarnation, can we really meet again?"
When everyone was stunned, the clever ghost floated out from Huang Feng's purse, grabbed the painting, and threw it down from the sky.
On the bridge, Gong Yangyong was touched. He looked up and saw the painting falling. He reached out to catch it, but with his cultivation, he only caught the top pole of the scroll by mistake. The other end continued to fall, and the whole scroll unfolded.
The girl covered her mouth in surprise when she saw the painting in front of her: "Oh, the person in this painting is... Why did you paint me, and when did you paint me?"
Gong Yangyong opened his mouth, but couldn't speak. He wanted to put the painting away, and heard the girl say: "Wait."
He stopped immediately and held the painting motionless.
The girl's eyes fell on the poem next to her and recited softly: "Once you have seen the sea, all other waters are no longer waters. Except for Wushan, all other clouds are no longer clouds. I am too lazy to look back at the flowers this time. Half of it is because of practicing Taoism and half of it is because of you."
Memories always accumulate slowly and cannot be erased in her heart.
This poem is like a key that opens the long-sealed lock and unfolds the memories that have been buried for a long time in front of her.
Two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks, and the girl choked up and couldn't believe it: "Ruyun, is it you?"
Gong Yangyong's hands trembled slightly. He hadn't told anyone his name for a long time. His father named him "Yong" because he hoped that he would live an ordinary and peaceful life, from the moment he was born to the day when he would close his eyes peacefully.
At the age of 20, he had a ceremony to take a name. His teacher thought that he was very talented and should not be buried, so he named him "Ruyun", hoping that he would leap over the dragon gate and turn into a dragon.
His father didn't like it, but his beloved liked it very much. Except in front of outsiders, he rarely called him "husband" or "husband", but called him "Ruyun".
This voice made him look back thousands of years: "Yes, it's me, are you really Wanqing?"
The girl threw herself into his arms, crying: "It's me, it's me!"
Just then, a voice suddenly sounded, a young man holding a pheasant in his left hand and a wild duck in his right hand, staring at Gong Yangyong, and asked the girl: "Sister, who is this man?"
In the sky, Huang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, it turned out to be a younger brother!