The next day, the breeze was blowing and the sky was clear. The mist around Sanqing Peak is shone by the sunshine of thousands of colors, and the glow is ten thousand, which looks quite magnificent and ethereal.

Xiao Huiming stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the intoxicating morning glow, his mood was as bright as this weather, remembering the scene of Master Dewu's anger just now, but he was secretly happy.

This time, the punishment was not half a day, but a whole day. The master was angry: Is this kid broken or broken? He didn't even shy away from people, and the master dared to take out the carbon strip directly and paint on the ground when he was present?

Although Master Dewu was comforting himself, somehow, he was still angry, Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! How could I have such a casual disciple in Chongwutang, I had known that he was like this, so Master Yuzang wouldn't have to bring him back from the sect's external inspection......

Of course, all this was done by him on purpose, so that he could go up to that cliff to copy the picture scroll that Master Mo had explained. Just because the dormitory and cultivation ground are full of eyes and ears, and the Denglong Club is about to be opened, the disciples are fighting openly and secretly one by one, hoping to seize the handle of others, and then go to the master to make a small report. In this way, there is also one less place to compete for the Dragon Club.

Therefore, it is not easy to depict the pictures explained by Master Mo in these places, he doesn't want to be punished by burning before he has practiced, at least he has to learn this next painting and then burn it, oh-no, the next one will not work, at least he has to save his mother......

Xiao Huiming carefully took down a triangular stone from the cliff, and then put his little hand into the hole, groped for a while, carefully took out the pale yellow painting scroll, and then slowly unfolded the painting shaft little by little.

As the pale yellow scroll unfolded, he saw a magnificent picture, tall and tall, branches like dragons, and clusters of pine needles like canopies, leaping out of the paper and showing in front of his eyes.

Xiao Huiming's eyes widened, he was simply stunned, wonderful! Wonderful! Isn't this just the welcoming pine in front of the mountain gate directly moved to this three-foot canvas? He looked east and west, and the more he looked, the more he liked it, and while looking at it, he impatiently took out the carbon strip and copied it on the ground......

Trunks, phosphosphiums, branches, fan-shaped pine needles...... Xiao Huiming sketched little by little, forgetting the time, forgetting the space, and he didn't even realize that the little cricket quietly climbed his little brain.

Gradually, as he followed the images in the scroll, when he copied the painting with a brush, there was an extremely subtle warm current, and it began to slowly move upstream from the dantian, and gradually began to swim in the limbs and veins in the body. At the same time, the image of the pine on the ground gradually showed its complete appearance, although the lines of the charcoal were a little rough, but it also looked like it.

But.........

Xiao Huiming stopped suddenly, he always felt that something was wrong. But what went wrong? It doesn't seem to be a problem.

"No, something must have gone wrong. ”

Xiao Huiming said very firmly in his heart. He believed that his innate feeling would not fool him, although he could not tell.

He began to carefully compare the pine on the ground with the images in the scroll, from the trunks, phosphorus spots, branches, and pine needles, he looked for them little by little.

Under his careful study, there is really a problem, that is, the virtual and real changes of the ink and wash are appropriate, and the shades are appropriate, and they are not vividly expressed.

Because it is painted with charcoal, the changes in the ink cannot be expressed. His instincts told him, though. This is not the fundamental problem, so what is the problem?

He closed his eyes and began to reflect on the process of painting.

"Whew-" When he was meditating, there seemed to be a glittering light flashing in his mind, and a feeling of epiphany gradually spread in his mind.

Suddenly, he remembered Master Mo's words: "Remember, it is a copy of the painting in the heart." He slapped his little brain and smiled.

The three-foot picture scroll of the pine welcoming guests was hung high on the cliff wall by him. Xiao Huiming stood on the stage opposite him, his small eyes wide open, staring motionless at the pine in the painting. In my heart, I began to quietly copy and draw, looking for the slightest hint of inspiration little by little.

Before he knew it, the sun was scorching, and the sweat on his whole body flowed from beads to streams, but he seemed to be unconscious, standing there like a rock, and his eyes were still staring at the welcoming pine.

The scorching sun gradually set in the west, and several hours passed, but a painting, a person, still looked at each other......

The sunset has quietly begun to move closer to the red sun from the mountains in the west, one by one, closer, closer again......

"Huhu --- Huhu ---- Huhu ------" at the moment when the sunset and the red sun meet, suddenly, wisps of breeze began to blow on the opposite side of the cliff, and the wind swirled back and forth within the range of Xiao Huiming's three zhang, continuously.

Gradually, the wisps turned into strips, and the "whining" sound could already be clearly heard. At a certain moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he involuntarily opened his mouth and let out a long roar, and the air flow at the extreme points in the upper and lower dantian in his body was like a whirlpool, and he began to spin wildly. The pine that was originally vague and inconspicuous in his heart began to appear in his heart little by little, as if it had taken root and grown from the bottom of his heart, full of vitality, a sense of calmness, open-mindedness, and a smile to welcome guests from all over the world came to his heart.

He moved, his right hand slowly raised, his left hand slowly fell, like a void hugging the moon, and then the left and right hands crossed and turned, and then, turned outward and exerted force, only to hear the sound of "ding -----", the cyclone in his body broke through the middle pole, Guan Yuan, Shimen and other acupoints to reach the sea of qi, he suddenly felt the indescribable smoothness of the limbs, and his body was much lighter all of a sudden.

Just as he was fluttering and feeling this wonder, suddenly, he felt a sense of foreboding from the bottom of his heart trembling from within him. Before he could react, an extremely fierce cyclone from the sea of qi broke through the sea of qi and soared upward. Xiao Huiming secretly screamed badly, and hurriedly tried his best to control it, but it was too late, the meridians of his whole body were tense, his face was purple, and the pain all over his body was unbearable, as if he was about to explode.

At this extremely dangerous moment, I heard two soft sounds of "pop" coming from his back, and a warm current turned sharply from the Baihui acupoint with lightning speed, and slowly connected with the cyclone in Xiao Huiming's body from the atrium, and then slowly pressed the fierce air flow back into the sea of qi little by little, Xiao Huiming suddenly felt that the situation of qi and blood surging in his body was gradually, little by little, disappearing.

Xiao Huiming gradually freed himself from the pain, and when he looked up in surprise, he saw an old man wearing a moon-white robe, his hands twisting the dust, and his crane hair and childish face, standing under the picture of welcoming guests in the pine with a smile, and was quietly looking at him.