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Without blame and his fairy, he made a home in Hongling Valley. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The quiet valley, far away from the hustle and bustle, has also been far away from the disturbances of the past, and has truly become a world for one and two people.

Accompany the purple smoke, watch the sunrise in the morning, watch the sunset in the evening, or wander by the lake, or walk in the grass. As if there were endless interesting stories, his clear laughter echoed in the valley all the time. And Ziyan was inseparable from him, with a smile in his eyes.

In the early morning of another day, Ziyan got up lazily. There are all kinds of dresses under the shed, as well as rouge gouache for dressing up. She quietly looked towards the lake, then picked up the rouge and wiped her cheeks. She was naturally beautiful and never embellished. And now in this uninhabited valley, she suddenly cares about her appearance.

Although I have only been focusing on cultivation for many years, I don't understand anything else, but there is a sentence that I understand. The soldier dies for the confidant, and the woman is the one who pleases herself!

Ziyan dressed up slightly, and turned out a bronze mirror to take a closer look.

The person in the mirror has picturesque eyebrows, pale cheeks with a faint flush, and a delicate face that adds a bit of charm.

Does he like it?

Ziyan smiled on his cheeks and looked back. And in an instant, the bronze mirror was taken off. She grabbed a strand of hair sharply, and her whole body trembled slightly.

The once jet-black hair has sprouted strands of silver from the top of the head. Even the ends of the hair seem to have turned gray with autumn frost......

"Ziyan, why don't you sleep for a while?"

A voice came from outside the shed, and then he laughed: "Look at the person I painted, do you deny it?"

Ziyan was stunned for a moment, no longer trembling, faintly sighed, and pretended to respond easily: "You still know how to paint...... She wiped the rouge off her face, and also wiped away a trace of sadness on her face, and then walked out of the grass shed, and she had recovered her former demeanor.

"I am a general, and I am a scholar, and I can be regarded as a master of the six arts, both civil and military!"

After reuniting with Ziyan, he never lay down to sleep again. During the day, he talked and laughed with him, and in the middle of the night, he sat quietly and waited. So every day dawned, he was in good spirits. At this time, he erected a wooden case in the stone pavilion and covered it with cloth, and he was splashing ink and making a big splash.

"You are a master of immortal dao who moves the world, and you are not only a civil and military all-rounder......"

Ziyan walked towards the pavilion, not busy looking at the scroll, but looking at the figure lying on the desk, with a trace of imperceptible panic in his expression.

"Think about how much infamy I've carried, but my family's purple smoke is not hesitant to praise!"

Wu Yi turned around and sent a relieved smile, then supported with one hand, held a paintbrush with the other, and gestured: "Let's look at ......"

He didn't seem to notice the abnormality of Ziyan, or did he not care about the white hair on the top of Ziyan's head?

Ziyan threw away distracting thoughts and approached to check.

I saw two white-clothed women painted on the cloth on the wooden table. But one is graceful and elegant, and the other is a little short and fat, and his face is full of anxiety. The two were braving a drizzle, hovering in front of a closed door. On the lintel, there is also written the ancestral hall of the Qi family.

"You painted me and the leaves, the rainy night of that year......"

Ziyan recognized the characters in the scroll and was amazed. The monk's consciousness can be rubbed with images. And a few brushes are sketched, but they are also lifelike, and they have both form and spirit, which is really unimaginable. And she looked at it for a moment, and then said, "Although Ye Zi has a round face, he is not so short and fat?"

Wu Blame hurriedly defended: "Well, this is a fairy and a female bully!"

He has a fairy in his heart, and he naturally has a spirit in his pen, but he can't draw the shape of the leaves, so he has to be hastily perfunctory. Besides, he is a scholar, in name only, and the so-called way of calligraphy and painting is nothing more than a pastime.

"You......"

When Ziyan complained, there was never a second sentence, and the thick tenderness was all in the words. And her eyes are still not off the painting, obviously liking the scene in the painting. She especially likes herself, being a character in the painting.

No blame, hehe, he said: "This is a fairy running at night, there are poems-"

He pondered for a while, and wrote with a pen: "May is the most lingering wind and rain, the fairy is amorous and falls into the mortal world, knocking on the door in the middle of the night, and whose lonely lamp shines sleeplessly!"

Ziyan didn't understand poetry, but she understood the meaning of the four sentences, and said helplessly: "Me and Ye Zi are not so unbearable ......"

She was in trouble with Ye Zi and called for help in the middle of the night, which was quite dangerous, but it was depicted as a relaxed and charming scene.

Wu Blame was full of pride, stretched out his hand to change a piece of white silk, and then splashed his pen, and new character scenes jumped out.

I saw a young man who looked like a scholar, holding an oil lamp and a short sword, rushing into the rain without hesitation. followed by four sentences: I couldn't sleep alone in the middle of the night, I looked at the sword with a lamp in my clothes, I suddenly heard the cry of the red luan, and shouted that Xiaosheng was born.

The red luan here refers to the bird, the auspicious omen, and the main marriage. A certain student did not forget to brag to himself, like a man with lofty ideals who picks up the lamp and looks at the sword, the poems and paintings match, but they also complement each other.

After a picture scroll, the scene is changed.

In the small cave, the three of them huddled together. The two women snuggled up to each other, and the man was lying upright on the ground and was left out in the cold.

Ziyan stood aside and watched, biting her lip when she realized, she couldn't help laughing.

There is no blame, but he pulled the little hand of Ziyan, and held the pen together to write on the painting: "Love falls from the sky, I look at Caixia obsessively, I wander outside the clouds, and I am beaten in my dream!"

What kind of poetry is this, it is clearly nonsense. But it is concise, the artistic conception is appropriate, vivid and interesting, and it makes people laugh for it.

Ziyan seemed to be silent with a smile, and her body trembled slightly. When she hung her head, the long hair of her shawl blocked her eyes like falling frost.

Wuyi dropped the paintbrush and put his arm around his weak shoulder, he didn't seem to see the silver strands in his long hair, and said with a smile: "It's just right, and I move around for a ...... or two."

Under the bright skylight, the lake water is still as clear as blue. The surrounding mountains are a little more desolate.

On the grass by the lake, the two walked slowly hand in hand.

"How long has it been since you and I left Guliang Village?"

"It's not long, it's only three or five days!"

"You...... If I remember correctly, it has been more than two months since you and I left Guliang Village......"

"It's okay to wait for the cold winter, I'll take you to enjoy the snow, and then go to the green in the spring!"

"Well, I'm waiting for you to take me to enjoy the snow...... The two mounds were like burial mounds, and one of them was made of new masonry......"

Walking along the lake to the west side of the valley, the two stopped. Not far away, there are two mounds, which are very abrupt and obstructive.

Ziyan walked on the grass every day with Wu Qi, and didn't pay attention to the mound of dirt on the shore, but today he suddenly found it, and couldn't help but ask out loud.

Wuji hesitated for a moment, and replied truthfully: "I once brought out a young Jiao in the Canglong Valley of the Ancient Sword Mountain. Because he had no time to take care of it, he left it alone in Hongling Valley. Who would have thought that it would go out into trouble, die under the sword, and be buried here by me. It has a name, Blackie!"

"Alas, what a pity!"

Ziyan sighed, and said, "Who is buried in the other big grave?"

"It's not a mound, it's natural!"

Blameless didn't want to say more, took Ziyan's hand and continued to move forward. He didn't want Ziyan to know the truth under the mound, so as not to hurt her.

Unexpectedly, Ziyan didn't care, and said to himself: "If a person dies, it's not bad to be buried between this mountain and water!"

There was no blame and no sound, and his eyebrows were slightly locked.

The weak body snuggled up and whispered, "What do you think......"

"I'm wondering, how do you depict the rest of the pictures?"

Wuyi grinned, lowered his head and smiled, turned to point to the valley, and said: "I want to put this mountain and water, you and me day and night, all into the pen, into the painting, and I am afraid that I will not be able to catch it, I am very worried!"

"Well, how can I help you?"

"Hey, it couldn't be better!"

The two continued to stay together in the valley, and in addition to painting, they strolled on the shore, hugged each other under the moon, watched the lake and mountains, and listened to the ethereal spirit of the valley.

Whenever a person falls asleep, there is a figure sitting silently alone in the pavilion by the water.

The bright moon in the sky is full and crippled. And the bleak moonlight was like the frost in the black hair, becoming more and more intense, miserable and merciless.

And so, day after day......

In the grass shed, there are paintings hanging all over the place.

The picture depicted includes Fenghua Valley, Lingxia Mountain, Guliang Village, and the scenery along the way. One by one, it records the acquaintance and encounter of a scholar and a fairy.

Purple smoke is held by the blameless hand and participates in the depiction of the picture. It was as if I had relived the emotional years and was so happy. She cherished it so much that she hung up each painting and kept it for daytime and nighttime with her dreams.

Just sigh, life is too short. Such a leisurely and warm time is destined to be even shorter.

It was another early morning, and a rare layer of white fog hung over the valley.

Ziyan got up early and did not leave the grass shed, but looked at the paintings hanging around one by one, with a thick attachment and reluctance in his eyes. After a while, she lowered her head, and the black hair she had once had was gone, only snow-white silver strands scattered on her chest.

"Ziyan, today's painting is Hongling Valley, and with the addition of people by the water, a relationship is finally consummated. Come and help me write ......"

In the pavilion by the water, the white silk has been spread out. He drew a picture of the valley with a pen, and then called out with a smile. And before the laughter fell, he slowly turned his head.

Ziyan did not wear the white fox's cloak, but wore a white veil to the ground. Coupled with the silver threads on his head and his pale face, the whole person is like an ice and snow sculpture, and his whole body exudes a charm of silence.

However, she unexpectedly held a wooden comb in her hand.

Wuyi didn't seem to see the snow-like white hair, and smiled slightly.

Ziyan moved the lotus step lightly, slowly moving forward, but didn't take a few steps, and said weakly: "No blame, I want to comb your hair......"

The blameless smile was stunned, and he wanted to ask, but he hurriedly dropped the brush and flashed over. The four eyes looked at each other, affectionate and inexplicable. He forced his composure, turned and slowly sat down cross-legged.

Ziyan then knelt down and said softly: "You have been running around all year round, and you have no time to take care of yourself......"

The bun was opened, and the messy hair blocked the blameless face.

He couldn't help but hold his breath, and his heart panicked. He has experienced ups and downs over the years, and has experienced hardships, and he has long lost the attention of a rich son, and has always taken care of himself. And now Ziyan suddenly wanted to comb his hair, and a strong ominous feeling followed. Even if he had already guessed, he was still at a loss.

"Ziyan can't repay it, I can only comb your hair......"

Ziyan's voice was extremely soft, revealing deep affection, but it was a little erratic, adding a bit of infatuated attachment and reluctance.

"It's not in vain that I have been cultivating for a hundred years, and I have been with you for a hundred days. Such a fairy, such a ...... life"

Before she could finish speaking, the wooden comb in her hand fell to the ground.

Blameless turned around abruptly and hugged the body that had fallen softly.

Purple smoke lay in his arms, and it became light and cold, like a fallen leaf, which had exhausted all its vitality before it fell. Her snow-like face glowed with the last luster, and her weak words revealed a deep apology: "No blame...... I'm leaving......" She tried to reach out and caress his cheek, but slowly closed her eyes and let out a dreamy call: "Thank you, no blame...... Can...... Kiss me ......"

He didn't have time to say a word, so he hurriedly lowered his head. Before he could touch the cold lips, the delicate face shattered silently. In an instant, the entire ice and snow shattered. It is like a crystal jade carving, which instantly turns into nothingness. It is like a candle in the wind, and it is suddenly extinguished in the darkness. He was stunned, like a lightning strike, but he still kissed slowly, but two hot tears were already dripping from his eyes.

"Boom-"

Perhaps it was caused by distress, or the spirit was lost, and the surrounding prohibitions collapsed, followed by the clouds and mist rolling and the cold wind gusting.

Snowflakes fall from the sky......