Ye Feng followed Gui Wuya into the depths of the bamboo forest.
This was like an interactive movie. Ye Feng was just a spectator, and what he saw was the memories in Gui Wuya's remaining soul.
Among the swaying bamboo leaves, there is a square pavilion with green tiles and red pillars, which is antique in style.
In the square pavilion, there sat a middle-aged woman with a slim figure and rosy complexion. Although she looked like a middle-aged person, the corners of her eyes were covered with crow's feet.
In her hand she held a crystal clear jade flute, and the melodious flute sound came from her mouth.
Gui Wuya's eyes became tender, and he held out the bright red oil-paper umbrella in his hand: "Ajuan, I finally found you. Your song "Dielianhua" is still as beautiful as it was twenty years ago."
Ajuan smiled faintly, put the flute under her red lips and started playing it softly.
Gui Wuya stood outside the pavilion, holding an oil-paper umbrella, quietly listening to the melodious flute sounds played by Ajuan in the misty rain.
Ye Feng couldn't help but sigh when he saw this. Gui Wuya painted this picture to preserve the precious memory with Ajuan, or it might be Gui Wuya's fantasy.
In Gui Wuya's era, there was no equipment to store images or sounds, so one could only seal a thought in a special formation and preserve it.
Only then did Ye Feng understand the purpose of Gui Wuya's painting this scroll.
He used an array to lock up his memories, including the voice, smile and appearance of the woman he loved, and the heavenly sound of the flute. It was really a well-intentioned move.
Ye Feng felt that there must be a secret in this painting. He felt like he had seen the five-colored petals on the umbrella handle somewhere before. And the middle-aged woman playing the flute must have been a great beauty when she was young.
It’s a pity that everything is a thing of the past. Gui Wuya and his lover have long disappeared in the long river of history, but this painting will remain in the world forever.
Just when Ye Feng was moved by the scene, he heard a voice calling: "Ye Feng, Ye Feng, Doctor Ye, Doctor Ye, what's wrong with you?"
Ye Feng separated his thoughts from the painting. He was still standing in Ouyang Changfeng's study. In front of him was the ink-splashed landscape painting on the wall. At this time, looking at the old man in the painting again, he felt more emotional.
Xiao Luo asked in surprise: "Brother Ye, you scared me. I almost wanted to call Sister Yi Xue."
When Ye Feng entered the painting with his mind and peeked into the memories of Gui Wuya's remaining soul, in the eyes of outsiders, he had been standing in front of the scroll in a daze, as if possessed by a demon, and did not move a single movement.
Xiao Luo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ye Feng wake up.
Mrs. Ouyang called Xiao Luo to help in the kitchen. She cooked some porridge to replenish qi and blood, which is especially good for girls to beautify and regulate their bodies.
Xiao Luo happily went to the kitchen to help, leaving Ye Feng and Ouyang Changfeng in the study.
Seeing Ye Feng staring at the painting, Ouyang Changfeng's eyes flashed with embarrassment. He asked doubtfully: "Doctor Ye, you are not in love with the painting, are you?"
Ye Feng smiled: "Mr. Ouyang, I really like this painting. It's not because it's so well painted, but because this painting has some connection with me. I wonder if Mr. Ouyang can give it up?"
According to common sense, this painting was created by Gui Wuya. Ye Feng inherited Gui Wuya's Misty Rain Sword Technique. Although he did not become his disciple, they were actually master and disciple. Ye Feng was afraid that outsiders would damage the painting, so he decided to buy it himself and keep it as a treasure, which could also be regarded as a commemoration of Gui Wuya.
Ouyang Changfeng was very embarrassed and hesitantly said, "Well, I won't sell this painting, Doctor Ye. Money is nothing to me... It has been with me for several years, and every time I look at it, I feel as comfortable as breathing oxygen."
Ye Feng smiled faintly and said, "In fact, this painting is full of spiritual energy, so you feel like you are breathing oxygen. I also know that this painting is not for sale. We are not short of money, but I will give you something that is more beneficial to your physical and mental health than this painting. Do you want to see it?"
"Oh, what is that?"
Ye Feng took out a fist-sized high-quality spirit stone from the Medicine King Ring. It was as white as snow and emitted a faint white light. An abundant spiritual energy blew towards him like a spring breeze. Although Ouyang Changfeng was not an ancient warrior, he was also cheered up and his eyes lit up.
Ouyang Changfeng has been carving jade jewelry all his life. He has seen all kinds of jade, including top-grade spirit stones like this one, but he has never seen a top-grade spirit stone as big as a fist. He knows that this spirit stone is a priceless treasure.
The spiritual energy released from it is even more abundant than this painting.
He couldn't help but smile with joy. He took the top-grade spirit stone from Ye Feng's hand. It felt warm to the touch, as if a trace of electric current suddenly penetrated into the palm of his hand, making him feel extremely comfortable all over.
Ye Feng smiled and said, "You can carve this top-grade Yuan Qi Stone into a jade bracelet, a pendant, or various small pieces of jewelry for your family to wear. Isn't that more meaningful than this painting?"
Ouyang Changfeng was moved. He made a living by carving jade all his life, not just as a job, but because he liked the way jade was transformed into various shapes in his hands and became dazzling jewels, which could reflect their value and bring him happiness.
This is an artistic expression and a manifestation of self-worth.
This jade, which was as white as snow and glowed faintly, had already surpassed the category of jade. It was something he had never seen in his life.
He had seen this kind of jade on some powerful ancient warriors before, and knew that it was extremely precious and could be of great help to the ancient warriors in cultivating their internal strength, even though it was only the size of a finger.
Today, Ye Feng gave him a fist-sized piece of top-grade vitality stone. If he could carve it into jewelry and let his wife wear it, it would not only be particularly noble and beautiful, but it would also continuously emit spiritual energy, moisturize the skin, enhance intelligence, and make the body healthy.
To possess such spiritual stones and carve them into jewellery is one of the great pleasures of life and the ultimate goal of life.
Ouyang Changfeng became more and more excited as he thought about it, and nodded happily: "Doctor Ye, since you have a connection with this painting, a gentleman should help others to achieve their goals. I will give you this painting, and this jade..."
Knowing that Ouyang Changfeng could not resist the temptation of the top-grade vitality stone, Ye Feng said with a smile: "This vitality stone is for you. It is rude not to reciprocate. We are giving and receiving."
"Okay, great, I'll find a bag to help you pack this painting."
Ye Feng shook his head: "No, I took the picture frame with me."
The Medicine King Ring emitted a black light that enveloped the scroll on the wall. In the blink of an eye, the scroll disappeared from the wall.
Ouyang Changfeng bent down to look for the bag. When he found it, he looked up and discovered that the painting on the wall had disappeared.
He was stunned, not knowing how Ye Feng did it. He gave Ye Feng a thumbs up and said, "Doctor Ye, you are amazing."
(End of this chapter)