Old man Wan slowly turned away, and said to the first person: "Why are you still carrying the fire tree spray?" When he said that, his eyes swept a little far away, and the two armed guards were stunned, and the carbines in their hands were all in their hands. Unknowingly, he hit the copper buckle belt around his waist. Needless to say, these are two inexperienced recruits.
"Could you please ask the old man to take a step to speak?" The man in the suit leaned slightly and said, "There is a panic."
"There are no outsiders here, there is nothing to say." As he commanded, Old Man Wan turned around, and gestured towards Liu Lao Tan to sit down. He stood holding the pot himself, pouring the wine for everyone—this action is tantamount to telling the visitors: Not only are there no outsiders in the pavilion, but they are also distinguished guests. It is the language and behavior of the old people. You must not be negligent.
"The'old man' sent a javelin soldier to the ancestor's house, saying that he would invite the old man to sit there." The words in the suit were very gentle, but when the words "sit and sit" were mentioned, the eyebrows were raised, transparently. There was a slightly unclear look that was sullen or murderous.
Elder Wan raised his mouth slightly, and said with a smile, "What is it? I'm going to sit for a while?" After saying that, he held his cup to show the crowd, respected him, and turned to Zhao Taichu and said, "That's right, that's right. At the beginning, I just explained the painting and hesitated, and he didn't want to say it. It was really sulking. Now I simply say that it is a bright and white, and Wanmou is also very happy."
Zhao Taichu pondered for a while, and couldn't help but glance at the four people on the embankment with very strange expressions, and thought: One of these calamities should be in the painting, and the second should be in the sky. It seems incomprehensible. He escaped, so he whispered: "I'm known as the divination of no phase, knowing the situation and observing the subtle. Tonight, I would rather look away and look at the wrong elephant, and I will make a joke for you guys to tease in the future. But-alas! Let’s go back to the source and try to figure it out from Wan Lao’s painting! Let’s talk about these few tears first. Some of them were dripped when Wan Lao was painting. It will penetrate through the paper when it is put into the painting. , To make it dizzy, it became a little Ni Tie's brushwork in the painting in Jingnong's hand. On my painting, there are the protruding spots of bamboo joints. What is the meaning of it, I will talk about it later. Another drop of tears fell on the white space without ink. It dries up and deposits only on the last layer. Therefore, there is only a slight trace in the middle of the layer on Xiaoxu's hand. There are six sheets beside it. It has no effect.
"Furthermore, just now, when the "big prajna palm" of the old man was more than multiplied by the internal force, he might touch the paper and shed a few drops of old tears. , Is the origin of the small spots between the blue and the ink on each layer of the painting. Because each drop has its own place, before it penetrates, it becomes a stroke in the painting by itself, that is, Wei Sansuo The metaphorical spots of the seven-star perch are divided among people, and their positions on the painting are never the same. As for the vision of the stars competing a moment ago, it is also very consistent with the mystery revealed in Wanlao's painting, and it is also hesitating. It's not for the sake of words—this..."
"Just let it go!" As Grandpa Wan said, he was pouring wine for everyone.
"Never mind! Anyway! It's a calamity. Knowing or not knowing, speaking or not speaking, it is hard to return to the sky. I will say more clearly: This year Yisi is the year when Gulai Qimen Dunjia entered the Eighth Game of Yin on the board. The Dumen among the eight doors of rest, birth, injury, du, Jing, death, shock, and opening. The so-called: Dumen Yangmu, the time is summer and winter; it occurs outside, body fluid has been defeated; Yang Qi is extremely strong, and Yin is approaching. To put it simply: the big fortune is already a little evil. The bamboo in Wan Lao's painting actually made Wei San regarded as the "thinking of glutinous perch". Back then, Zhang Han had this thought in the eunuch, let’s ask: is it possible? Is it'occurring outside'? If you want to combine the pheasant tail Ulva and the silk Ulva into a tripod and cook it together, isn't it just the'liquid of the body has been defeated'? Xiaoxu acted as a set of'bamboo palm technique' from the painting, every time All styles are lifted up and raised high, like a peng and haar. I ask, isn’t it a set of boxing with'extreme yang qi'—"