Chapter 2867

Qinglong mountains, spread thousands of miles, like a raging dragon, the trees between the jungle are extremely tall, immortal for a century.

The deeper you go, the more dangerous it will be.

Meng fan has been following the painter in the Qinglong mountains for many days. However, as usual, he did not see any powerful fierce animals. The fierce animals in the high mountains seem to have disappeared. Only some rabbits and wild birds can be seen.

Meng fan continued to paint, one every day.

At the beginning, Meng fan painted landscapes and landscapes. Gradually, there was nothing to draw. He began to draw portraits. The first one was Gu xiner, the second was his mother.

On this day, Meng fan even drew Lei Tao and Lei Hu. This was the last two people he had an impression of and could draw. For the rest of the people in Wuzhen, Meng fan couldn't remember the specific appearance and didn't know how to write.

After nightfall, the painter was lying by the campfire and was closing his eyes. Meng fan approached carefully and asked respectfully, "master, I don't know what to draw."

Do you think of it all The painter asked gently.

Meng fan nods.

The painter said, "what you paint are all things you see with your own eyes. Why don't you draw something you haven't seen?"

"How to draw something you haven't seen before?"

"Imagine." The painter smiles and points Meng fan's forehead: "fantasy."

"But..." Meng fan is in a dilemma.

"Well, I'll show you." The painter casually takes out a branch which has not been burned from the campfire, blows off some sparks on it, and outlines it on the sandy land.

This makes Meng fan fascinated.

Meng fan didn't know how to draw before, so he could not understand what the mayor Gu Yuan and many other officials said. These days, he followed the painter, who clearly had no talent or painted anything. He really made great progress in his painting art. Something was opened up in his mind and he could really understand it.

See the painter sketch at will, some lines, constitute a quite romantic pattern.

This is a bird, but it is not an ordinary bird. It has long wings and arms, as if it wants to soar into the sky, just like a living bird! Moreover, there is a king of birds attitude.

It's just lines. It has such verve. If it's colored, isn't it more real?

Meng fan looked at the king of birds and said, "master, is this true, or are you imagining it?"

The painter said with a smile, "it's my fantasy, but how come it's not true?"

Meng fan frowned: "master, I don't understand."

These days, Meng Fan said "I don't understand" many times. He really doesn't understand it. But every time the painter smiles and doesn't talk much, Meng fan doesn't think it's the painter's mystery. He knows that the painter's realm is very high. Even if he says it, he won't understand it. It's better to think about it himself. Even if he wants to understand a little bit, it's his own understanding, which is better than other people's teaching Much better.

The master led in the door, and the practice was personal.

This is an old saying.

But this time, the painter opened a special case.

"Do you think beauty and ugliness really exist?"

Asked the painter.

Meng fan knows that this is a painter who wants to enlighten himself. He is very smart, but he was too depressed in the past few days. These days are getting better and more energetic.

He immediately said, "beauty and ugliness, maybe It doesn't exist. Uncle Gu Yao said that women should be fat to look good, but I think I think Or It's a good idea. "

The painter couldn't resist being handsome and chuckled: "beauty and ugliness, if they don't exist, aren't they people's fantasies?"

Meng fan was stunned at first, then stunned.

Vaguely, he seemed to understand something.

The boundary between the true and the false suddenly became blurred.

"And, God." The painter went on. "God, does it really exist? If it really exists, why are there so many people in the world who believe in so many gods? Some people think that the biggest God in the world is a gentle old man. Others think that there is no biggest God in the world, but there are many gods. If God really exists, how can there be so many strange beliefs? Everyone should believe in a real God.

However, no matter whether the God is real or not, there will be various festivals every year to worship various gods and take out various tributes to offer sacrifices to God. Everyone believes that God exists, then God exists well. Do you say, is there any difference between true and false? "

Meng fan's eyes are more and more bright.

"Go and paint." The painter said with a smile. "You believe it's true, it's true.

Meng fan immediately turned to paint.

The next morning.

Meng fan finally finished his painting and handed it to the painter.

In the picture, it's a woman.

A beautiful woman in black military armour and a bright red cape, but it is not appropriate to describe this woman with delicacy, because the woman's face is full of heroic spirit, holding a sharp blade, standing on a mountain top, and her hair is turned into a ponytail, floating behind her head.The painter looked at the painting, put it down for a long time and asked, "who is this?"

Meng fan shook his head: "yes It was in a nightmare that I dreamed of. "

"Do you dream of such a beautiful girl in a nightmare?" The painter laughed.

Meng fan shook his head again: "in the dream, there are many beautiful people, lovely people, people who are admired. They are all beautiful, but the dream itself is terrible."

"Why?"

"Because these beautiful things, always fleeting, lose, than never get, more terrible."

"Is losing more terrible than never getting? But lose, at least once had, never got, is never owned. Have a moment, leave a memory, and never have, which is better? "

"This..."

Meng fan hesitated.

After a long time, he hesitated to reply: "if you only eat pickled vegetables and porridge all your life, you will be happy, but if you eat the delicacies once, and then you can't eat them again, it will be very painful."

This answer seems to be very meaningful.

But the painter said with a smile, "I'm most afraid of doing nothing in my life and comforting myself that I'm ordinary and valuable. It's like stealing a bell and stealing a bell. Whether you've eaten or not, the delicacies are there. If you don't eat, you'll never know that there are delicacies in the world. However, what you said is true. People's ideas are different. "

The painter picked up his bag and went on.

Meng fan quickly picked up his small luggage.

One after the other, master and apprentice continue to walk towards the deep of Qinglong mountain, but Meng fan's heart, but there is a knot in his heart, can not be solved.

As he walked, he thought desperately, hoping to untie the knot.

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