aircannonsinc Chapter 270 Wait Until Autumn Comes, September 8Th, I Will Kill All The Flowers After They Bloom!
Chapter 270 Wait Until Autumn Comes, September 8Th, I Will Kill All The Flowers After They Bloom!
This situation is too puzzling for him!
You must know that if you want to see his fist intention, you must have a deep understanding of painting, coupled with that bit of talent, only then can you have the opportunity to draw the fist intention and make it vivid on paper.
However, that is only a chance.
Among the painters who came to participate in the selection, they can be regarded as the most outstanding painters in the world, but they can only draw part of them, ~the appearance is similar but the spirit is not.
He is a cynical little emperor, how can he tell?
Moreover, he actually drew it in advance, which is even more unbelievable.
"Does he know what's on my mind?"
He was very puzzled, and he wanted to know very much.
So, on the second day, he came to visit Lin Beifan on the dragon boat.
"Your Majesty!" Master Zhihua held the piece of shit painted by Lin Beifan and asked, "How did you see it?"
Lin Beifan smiled lightly: "You can see it when you see it, what's so difficult about it?"
Master Zhihua blinked his eyes, the answer was the same as no answer.
Still not difficult?
If it wasn't difficult, he would have found an heir a long time ago.
The sword old man next to him explained with a smile: "My master is extremely talented and has already seen through all the mysteries in the world! To him, the sword is the way, the gun is the way, and even painting is the way! We just got the guidance of the master. Only then can you make great progress! Therefore, it is not surprising that he can see the meaning of your boxing!"
"Really?" Master Zhihua questioned.
"It's natural, we are all contemporary grandmasters, appearance is the most important thing, there is no need to lie to you!" Gunshen Wudi said with a smile.
Master Zhihua looked at the two masters in front of him, bowed his head and fell silent.
During the conversation these days, he already knew that the two masters in front of him were indeed Lin Beifan's apprentices, and it was because of Lin Beifan's guidance and training that the two of them made rapid progress
Although Lin Beifan doesn't know martial arts, his talent and understanding of martial arts are beyond compare.
But I didn't expect that the other party's talent for painting was so outstanding, even better than him.
Could this be a monster?
"Then how did you draw it in advance, Your Majesty? Could it be that you have the ability to read people's hearts?" Master Zhihua asked.
Jiansou and Gunshen Wudi also wanted to know this question, and turned their heads to look over.
"This question is even easier!" Lin Beifan laughed and said, "Master Zhihua, because I found out that once you left, you stopped on the coast for a long time to watch the battle between a turtle and a snake.
It looks like I have gained something in my heart! In this way, after a little thought, I will be able to bet on the exam questions!"
"So that's how it is!" Master Zhihua suddenly realized.
"But if the old man didn't ask this question, wouldn't you be wrong?"
Lin Beifan said indifferently: "It's wrong to be wrong! It's just for entertainment, who takes it seriously?"
Master Zhihua was dumbfounded, what he said made sense.
If he hadn't looked at it a few more times, he might have missed it.
"Your Majesty, do you also know painting?" Master Zhihua asked solemnly.
To be able to practice boxing intentions through a painting that doesn't make sense, so that people can understand from it, this level is already on par with him, and he can be called a fellow.
"Of course I understand, I'm especially good at abstract painting!" Lin Beifan laughed.
Master Zhihua’s mouth twitched, it’s really abstract!
"Your Majesty, this is a painting I drew before. What do you see from it?" Master Zhihua took out a painting and solemnly handed it to Lin Beifan.
This is a picture of chrysanthemums, swaying and withering in the wind and rain, with a kind of desolate beauty.
However, Lin Beifan only glanced at it, and said: "What you draw here is a set of swordsmanship, which can be called the swordsmanship of falling flowers and rain! The wind and rain are swords, and the flowers are people. The sword is majestic and continuous like rain." ! This person is like this flower, withered in the sword energy, and gradually lost everything!"
Master Zhihua praised: "That's right, it's a sword technique! This is the sword technique that the old man realized one day when he saw the chrysanthemum wither in the wind and rain! This person is like a chrysanthemum, no matter how gorgeous it is , in the face of the great power of nature, after all, it is very fragile, and it will wither when it encounters wind and rain! Time is like a sword, wind and rain are like a sword, and the sword cuts people!"
Lin Beifan shook his head: "Not exactly!"
Master Zhihua's eyes were fixed: "Please enlighten me!"
"No matter how fragile a flower is, it still has a strong side. It can also be murderous and domineering, and it can also defy the world!"
Lin Beifan picked up the brush, dipped in the yellow paint, and then filled it up.
While painting, he sang: "When autumn comes, September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom! The fragrant fragrance from the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is full of golden armor!"
Just listening to this verse, everyone felt a murderous aura.
Looking at this painting again, it is completely different.
In this painting, the withered chrysanthemums support each other one after another, as if covered in golden armor, standing proudly like a soldier, with a murderous aura that is as high as heaven.
And the wind and rain that fell that day were blown away by this murderous aura.
In the world, there are only chrysanthemums left!
So overbearing!
"This..." Master Zhihua was astonished.
Not only am I amazed, Lin Beifan's few strokes have changed the artistic conception of this painting.
I was even more amazed at the powerful murderous aura and sword intent in this painting. Each chrysanthemum represents a sword intent, soaring into the sky, facing the falling flower sword and rain sword method, and defeated it.
With the fragile body of chrysanthemum, face the power of nature and win it?
"How did you do this?" Master Zhihua couldn't help asking.
"One flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi!"
Lin Beifan put down his pen and said with a smile: "Each of these flowers is equivalent to a world! I use the power of the world to fight against the power of nature in the world, how can I be invincible? 11
Master Zhihua was startled, this statement is feasible.
However, if you want to draw the "world" of flowers, it is not so simple.
A world is all-encompassing and infinitely huge, whether it is the world in the flower or the world outside.
Human beings have limited abilities and limited lives. How easy is it to see through a world?
Perhaps, only the legendary great masters, or land gods, can do it.
But now, the other party actually used flowers as the prototype to draw the prototype of the world, reversing the power of nature, which is really terrifying!
Anyway, he couldn't do it.
I don't know if I can draw a world in this life.
"Your way of painting is superior to this old man!" Master Zhihua said sincerely.
"Thank you!" Lin Beifan snapped open the paper fan.
Then, Master Zhihua continued to ask for advice, and the two chatted happily.
Master Zhihua was very happy. He has been pursuing Taoism all his life, but it is a pity that it is hard to find a Taoist friend. He has been alone and alone for more than a hundred years. He thought he would go with regret.
But before he was about to sit down, he met a bosom friend whose level of painting was far superior to his.
The two used pens as knives, confronted each other tit for tat, competed with each other, and fought heartily.
Master Zhihua let out a breath, his face full of satisfaction.
It was so joyful and comfortable!
"Your Majesty, why do you understand paintings so well at such a young age?"
Lin Beifan waved his hand and said calmly: "I don't know much about painting, but I know a little bit about Tao! Tao is the beginning of all things, and it is also the end of all things! As long as you understand Tao, you can master all dharmas with one method. There's nothing you can't see through!"
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"So that's it, I've been taught!" Zhi Hua slept together.
"Master Zhihua..."
Master Zhihua waved his hands again and again: "Don't...don't dare to be called a master in front of you!"
Lin Beifan was stunned: "Then what should I call you?"
"Then call me Lao Li!" Master Zhihua said with a casual smile: "My common name is Li, Ruyu, and the character Zhihua! But it has been passed down, only the word Zhihua remains. up!"
Lin Beifan frowned: "Is it too disrespectful to call you Lao Li? After all, you are old enough to be my ancestor!"
"What's the point? To make friends with an old man, the most important thing is to be intimate. Age has never been a problem for me! Besides..." Master Zhihua pointed at Jiansou and Gunshen Wudi next to him, and said teasingly: "You both I have accepted two grandpas as apprentices! If I hadn’t been thin-skinned and old, I would have wanted to join in the fun!”
"Actually, it's not impossible..."
Master Zhihua: "Huh?"
"Haha! Just kidding!" Lin Beifan laughed and said, "Old Li, how about a few drinks to celebrate our rare fate?"
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"Okay! There are only a thousand cups of wine with a bosom friend, so let's just get drunk today!" Master Zhihua said with a blushing face.
"Bring the wine!" Lin Beifan called.
Immediately, someone brought out several altars of fine wine.
Master Zhihua opened one of the jars and took a deep breath: "It smells so good! Great wine!"
But in the next second, my heart ached: "Your Majesty, did you pick the old man's precious flowers to make wine again?
Just a little bit!" Lin Beifan gestured with two fingers.
"Is it just a little bit?" Master Zhihua said with great heartache: "The old man smelled the scent of baby's breath, July number one scholar red, and mandala flowers in this wine.... I'll save a little, you'll almost pull it all out!"
"Actually, I did this for your own good!"
"For me?" Master Zhihua was dumbfounded.
"Of course!" Lin Beifan raised his head proudly, "Do you know why your drawing skills haven't improved over the years?"
"What is it for..." Master Zhihua looked over with searching eyes.
"Because you pursue perfection too much!" Lin Beifan said with a smile: "Your pursuit in the painting, the pursuit of perfection and perfection! But you must know that the great way is fifty, and the sky is four or nine! Even the sky can't be perfect, you have What is the ability to pursue perfection?"
Master Zhihua fell into deep thought.
If Lin Beifan was an ordinary emperor, he would definitely smile and not take it seriously.
But the other party has already proved his ability in painting, so he has to take it seriously.
Could it be that it is because of my own pursuit of perfection that I am not moving forward?
But, isn't it perfect?
At this time, Lin Beifan continued: "Perfection is a kind of beauty, but incompleteness is also a kind of beauty! The moon has its ups and downs, and every scene has its beauty! You only pursue the most perfect, but miss the other The beauty! So let it go, you will find yourself gaining more!"
After Master Zhi Hua listened to it, if he realized something in his heart, he cupped his hands and humbly asked for advice: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your guidance, this old man has been taught! But those who know him don't know why, in your opinion, what should this old man do?"
"As the saying goes, random flowers gradually become charming!" Lin Beifan said righteously: "So, first bring all your flowers to me, and I will soak you up for you! Without the entanglement of flowers, the road ahead is naturally smooth! "
Master Zhihua: "...towel".