Lu Changzhi suddenly felt a strong reluctance in his heart, as if a knife was twisting his heart, so he was not uncomfortable, and said hurriedly: "Why don't you stay longer?" ”

Lin Tingyu smiled and said, "Time is not waiting for me." ”

Lu Changzhi didn't know what she meant by this, and said strangely: "What, do you have important things at home waiting for you to go back and deal with?" ”

Lin Tingyu actually meant that the people here would not give me any more time. However, if she said this clearly, the shocking effect of what was going to happen in the future on Lu Changzhi would be greatly reduced, so she was just silent and did not say it explicitly.

Lu Changzhi felt that the woman in front of him had a deep sadness in her heart that could not be resolved, and guessed that it might be because she was going to separate, but she was also very reluctant.

Suddenly, the woman raised her head, her eyes were so indistinct, and she smiled and said, "Master Lu, can you make another painting for me?" ”

These days, although Lin Tingyu occasionally calls Lu Changzhi "Lu Gongzi", but when she has something special to say, she usually calls him "Lu Daochang".

Lu Chang thought in his heart, "Feng Yinniang" may be because she wants to go home, and the two of them don't know when they will see each other again in the future, and they are sad in their hearts, so they will arouse him "Lu Gongzi" again, and he didn't think much about it at the moment, just nodded and responded: "Okay." ”

Now, with his sword hand, he is used to holding a pen again.

He had already figured this out, and the woman in front of him was right, even if he wanted to hold a sword in his hand, there was no need to give up holding a pen and painting.

Painting was a dream he had since he was a teenager. He had dreamed and devoted his whole life to it. It's all on top of the painting. Besides, painting did not prevent him from cultivating the Tao and holding the sword, slaying demons and painting. There is also no contradiction.

Nowadays, he always has a desk and the four treasures of the study in his treasure bag, which can be taken out and painted at any time.

At this time, he directly took out the table and the four treasures of the study, and asked with a smile: "Miss Feng, what kind of painting do you plan for me to make for you?" ”

Lin Tingyu was silent for a moment and said, "I want the wind...... with me. ”

Lu Chang was stunned and said, "Wind? He looked at the clouds that moved slightly in the wind. I looked at the windblown forest leaves in the mountains again, and I already had a general creative idea in my heart, so I said, "Okay." I'll give it a try. ”

Lin Tingyu said: "Master Lu, let me sing and dance for you again." ”

Lu Changzhi heard the sadness in her words, and nodded "um".

Although he also has a strong reluctance in his heart. But those who think of their cultivators live far longer than mortals. Then he said: "You don't have to be sad, when I find a successor and pass on the Dao method, it can be regarded as repaying the kindness of Qingcheng Daomen for my cultivation, and I will go to your hometown to find you." ”

Lin Tingyu smiled faintly and was silent.

I don't know why, when Lu Changzhi saw her smile, it was quite desolate. I couldn't help but sigh, thinking that parting was indeed bitter. In the future, I don't know when I will be able to see this woman who makes him feel relaxed at first sight, and I can't help but feel a little sad.

Lin Tingyu had already lightly opened his lips, and sang leisurely: "Hao Hao sorrow, vast calamity, the end of the short song, the bright moon lacks ......"

This time, she sang the inscription on the incense mound tablet in her present life, the tone was quiet and tactful, full of sorrow, and the sorrow of impermanence in life was poured out in the song.

Lu Changzhi was still grinding ink at first, but from the moment he heard "At the end of the short song, the bright moon is missing", he was infected by the thick desolation and couldn't help himself.

He remembered what kind of happy family he once had, and how close and loving his relatives were now?

Now, the old man he once had is the only one left in front of him. But soon, she will have to travel far away, and I don't know when we will see each other again.

In front of him was the graceful dancing of the beautiful woman, and her singing was a thousand times more beautiful than her appearance and her dancing.

Lu Changzhi thought that he would never hear such a song again, never see such a dance again, and even the woman in front of him would be difficult to see again, and an impulse surged into his heart.

"Yinniang, you came here from your hometown to find me, how can I not know your thoughts?" Lu Changzhi opened his mouth and said, looking at the woman who was dancing and singing, his eyes were full of obsession.

He thought that he was really deeply in love with this woman. Even though she was a demon, a monster he once hated so much, he still fell in love with her irrepressibly.

"Don't worry, when I arrange the affairs of Qingcheng Daomen, I will go to your hometown to find you." He said in a deep voice, his face looking extremely solemn, "Even if your hometown is thousands of miles away from here, I will definitely find it, as you expect, to join you in the immortal journey, and no longer ask about the grievances and entanglements between humans and demons." ”

Lin Tingyu stopped singing and dancing, and said affectionately: "If you can get such an oath from Lu Gongzi today, even if Yinniang dies, she will have no regrets." ”

Lu Changzhi said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, what can't die." ”

Lin Tingyu smiled, was silent, and sang and danced again.

Lu Changzhi's ink had already been studied, and at this time, the pen was sketched on the rice paper. In a short time, a beautiful picture was achieved.

Lin Tingyu walked to the side of the case, looked down at the painting, and saw the beautiful women dancing in the painting, with wide sleeves and long comfort, clothes and hair flying, flowing clouds in the sky, fallen leaves in the mountains, and willow dancing in the wind......

"The painting is beautiful, but there is no wind." Lin Tingyu said with some disappointment.

Lu Changzhi rarely saw her show such a disappointed look when she saw the painting she painted, and said strangely: "Flowing clouds, fallen leaves, wicker, and your flying clothes and long hair...... Doesn't this show that there is wind in this mountain forest? ”

Lin Tingyu shook his head and said, "There is no wind shape, and there is no artistic conception of wind." ”

"The mood of the wind?" Lu Changzhi became more and more surprised, the wind is the wind, where is the artistic conception?

Lin Tingyu said firmly: "The wind also has its artistic conception and thoughts. If this is not the case, how could the ancients pass down the word 'wind bones'? ”

Lu Changzhi muttered, "Wind bones? ”

Lin Tingyu said: "It's a pity that the wind bone is different from the wind, it just uses the artistic conception of the wind to interpret this spiritual realm of human beings." ”

Lu Changzhi stared at her for a long time, although he couldn't fully understand what the "artistic conception of the wind" she was talking about, but he already vaguely understood that the wind is not as simple as it seems to exist, maybe it is a thing that has its own consciousness and thoughts like humans, demons and other living beings.

Lin Tingyu left the painting to Lu Changzhi and left with a smile.

Looking at her distant back, Lu Changzhi felt a strong frustration lingering on the woman, which made him feel frustrated all the time. (To be continued......)