My calligraphy and Chinese painting progressed very fast, and my sister kept all my practice works. It is said that when I become a calligrapher or painter in the future, these practice works can be sold for money. When did my sister become so careful? It really surprised me.
"Don't look at me like that. In order to prevent their writings from being circulated, many famous artists burned them to ashes after they wrote them. Yours and I can't be destroyed by you. I have to keep them. You will become famous in the future. These studies can witness the history of your struggle, but they are very memorable. Maybe they are more valuable than some of your works. The big deal, your future works will sell for 10,000, and mine will sell for 100, so A lot of pictures means a lot of money!" My sister folded my graffiti works neatly and said seriously.
I naturally knew that my sister couldn't do that, but I couldn't help laughing.
"Then why don't you keep more of my paintings in the future, isn't it more valuable? As long as you collect one, it is worth more than you, and others will say, how could Huang Jingyang write such ugly words? It must be copied by others. Fake." I laughed.
"That's true. It's just that you haven't made much progress in the past few days, and it seems that your writing is almost the same. It's not easy to wait for you to write a good character. It's even more difficult for traditional Chinese paintings. You are really sure to hand in one. Calligraphy, a Chinese painting to participate in the competition?" Sister asked.
"It must be handed in. I have already promised Teacher Wang. A man's words must be counted, right?" As soon as I picked up the pen, my expression immediately became focused.
Seeing that I was about to write, my sister tacitly did not speak. Standing quietly on the side, she liked to watch me concentrate on writing. She said I was like a devout believer at that time. She could even feel the vitality gathering around my body, and the words she wrote seemed to have aura.
In fact, it is not the vitality around me that makes the words I write have aura, but the thoughts I have, and the vitality around me can make up for my loss.
The more you write, the better. Chinese painting is also becoming more and more exquisite. I can always surprise my sister every day. And I also feel more and more clearly that the wisp of Taoism on the guqin score of "High Mountains and Flowing Water" is about to be merged by me. And I have a clear feeling that the practice of calligraphy and Chinese painting these days is also very helpful for me to integrate this strand of Taoism. When the artistic conception of calligraphy and painting is elevated to a certain level. In fact, it is about to be integrated into the laws of heaven and earth, which means it is close to the meaning of Taoism.
When I was painting, I had a feeling that maybe I could incorporate that ray of Tao tonight. Because I already feel my Tao seems to be budding. It is precisely because of this feeling that my painting today seems to be much smoother than in the past. The brush in his hand seems to have spirituality, and the feeling of brushing on the paper is like a finger on the skin, a very real feeling. When this study was completed, I had a feeling of flying suddenly. I seem to have found the true meaning of Chinese painting.
"I must keep this painting. I will keep it forever!" My sister really knows what it is. I can see at a glance that this painting I just completed is extraordinary, and I have never been so hearty in the process of painting. Although I was sweating profusely, my heart was happy.
"It doesn't matter how much you keep." I smiled and picked up my sister's clothes on the stool to take a shower.
At night, when I used my divine sense to touch that strand of Taoism again, not only did I not feel the rejection of that strand of Taoism, but instead I felt a strong affinity. That ray of Taoism is actually attracting my consciousness. When my divine consciousness really collided with that ray of Taoism. That ray of Taoism actually rushed towards my consciousness.
boom!
It seemed like a thunderstorm sounded in my mind, my divine consciousness suddenly returned to my sea of consciousness, and my sea of consciousness was like a turbulent sea, suddenly setting off turbulent waves.
Suddenly, the memory of a person suddenly appeared in my mind, completely filled with all kinds of experiences. I suddenly felt like a different person, and I knew exactly what this person was going through. He loved music since he was a child and learned to play the piano. When he was a little older, he left his relatives to travel around. Until one day, when he finally composed the most beautiful and beautiful piano music in the world, he realized that his family had nowhere to look because of the war. Then he knew, the world of people. The most beautiful sound is not the sound of the piano, but the voice of the family. Later, he traveled between the mountains and rivers, and finally created the most real sounds of the world.
clang clank...
The group of real "Mountains and Flowing Waters" sounded in my mind, and the extremely wonderful and wonderful piano sound made me extremely sigh.
A chorus is over. My mind is still full of piano sounds. The ancients said that after listening to the most beautiful tune, the reverberation lingered around the beam for three days. It turned out to be true. This song can definitely do it. Of course it also depends on the level of performance. This kind of master-level qin piece combined with the master-level performance level, the qin piece performed is like a brand, engraved in my mind. If I go to listen to other music in the future, I'm afraid it will be difficult to hear.
From the memory of this master-level luthier, I actually got the method of making Guqin. It's just that some materials I can only get from dreams.
I hurriedly entered the dream, found all the materials I needed, and started refining. When the luthier was young, he was just an ordinary luthier. He used many methods to make guqin, just to find the material with the most beautiful sound. In the end, he was able to make a fine violin that is unparalleled in the world. I was surprised to find that some of the scenery in the memory of this luthier turned out to be in a dream. I am very surprised, how did this ordinary luthier get into the dream? Does he have someone to help him? Did you help his spirit enter this dream? I also didn't think too much about this problem that gave me a headache. I will make this kind of guqin, which is naturally much simpler. The acquisition of various materials is also effortless. I tried to make my first guqin. I played directly in my dream.
As soon as the melody started, the nine-tailed fox rushed over.
"Stop talking, you'll ruin this place!" The nine-tailed fox shouted, interrupting my play.
"Why?" I was a little puzzled.
"This place is rather weird in the first place. Everything that exists seems to exist, but also seems to be illusory. You are playing such a piano now, and this illusory and seemingly real world will be difficult to preserve." Nine-tailed fox explained. But I still don't understand. I still stopped and didn't continue, I was going to take this guqin out.
"Can you take me out?" the nine-tailed fox asked.
"How can I take you out? You are a vixen. If I take you out, what will you do if you run away and hurt others?" I asked.
"Don't worry about this, as long as you promise me, I will naturally tell you how to take me out. As for harming others, you don't have to worry about this," said the nine-tailed fox.
"As long as you don't harm anyone and everything is within my control, I can consider agreeing to you. However, you must be completely under my control." I dare not easily agree to a fox's request. A fox, as the name suggests , must be cunning and cunning.
"I can give you a strand of my life essence. After you sacrifice, I will become your contracted spirit beast. Naturally, you can enter and leave this place with you." The nine-tailed fox said something that made me unable to method of refusal.
A nine-tailed fox the size of a finger condensed in the hand of the nine-tailed fox, and handed it to me. Although the nine-tailed fox seems to be true, I still don't believe it.
"You're staying here well, why do you need to run out? It's not safe outside." I said worriedly.
"I've been in this place for countless years, and I can't stay any longer. This place is not what you see, nor what you imagined. It's a very strange place," said the nine-tailed fox.
After I refined the nine-tailed fox's life essence, I really felt that the nine-tailed fox was completely in my hands.
"Since we are in this relationship now, after we go out, I still want to call you Xiao Jiu. You can just call me Huang Jingyang." I said.
"Hey, Xiao Jiu. Xiao Jiu likes this name." The nine-tailed fox was very happy with the nickname I gave it.
I took Xiao Jiu out of the dream, holding a guqin in my hand. But it was getting late, I let Xiao Jiu hide in the quilt, but it wanted to run out to play.
"You can't go out. If you're not obedient, I'll throw you back. Also, you can only leave one tail outside. If you're scared, others will throw you back." I lifted Xiao Jiu's tail and put it directly on Xiao Jiu's A slap on the ass.
"Ah!" Xiao Jiu screamed. Looking at me with tears in my eyes for a long time, I was unmoved, it could only burrow into my bed with tears in my eyes.
When I woke up in the morning, I found that Xiao Jiu was lying on my head. Slapped away by me.
"What? I didn't do anything wrong." Xiao Jiu asked pitifully.
"Didn't I tell you last night that you can only keep one tail? You have nine tails, do you want to scare people to death?" I asked.
"I'm not. Now there are no outsiders here."
"What if someone breaks in?"
The elder sister's voice sounded in the living room, "Jingyang, get up soon. If you don't get up again, elder sister will come over and lift the quilt."
In fact, it's not cold at all now, but the feeling of being lifted off the quilt by a girl is always uncomfortable.
I quickly put on my clothes and threw the nine-tailed fox into the quilt, "Don't come out, stay here honestly." In fact, I didn't have much hope that the nine-tailed fox could stay here forever. (.)