v2 Chapter 51: Today's opportunity

Name:The Sword Dynasty Author:Wu Zui
The old aristocratic gate valve of Changling has to raise too many people in the family. It is used to spending money on weekdays. Once it has fallen, it loses the pillars in the temple. The speed of the break is often beyond people's imagination. ()

The former Nie's door valve is the best example.

Nie was once the strongest gatekeeper under the Changling Gongsun, and once he was in charge of the Qin military power, but when he completely lost his power, Nie, the strongest practitioner in the family, also fell, and Nie’s fell at an alarming rate.

The parties in the tribe have managed to change the seller's production. It is only a few months. Some of Nie's amazing antiques and even the most useful things for the practitioners have been sold out, leaving only a large Nieyuan.

That is Nieyuan, the house that looks at the park is also guarded by self-stealing. The vehicles that are stolen every night are endless. In the end, not only are the rare vegetation being stolen, but some fine stone statues have been excavated.

Now many of Changling’s large-scale households use stone carvings for decoration, and many of them are from the former Nieyuan.

Zhou Jia, who is also the old gate of Changling, although it has not completely disappeared like the former Nie family, but the situation is not good.

The carriage carrying Ding Ning's waiting was stopped outside Zhoujia Moyuan. Ding Ning and others took the carriage and saw the surrounding scenery bleak. Many black tiles on the wall of the ink garden had already been broken, and the wormwood was grown. The mud below is exposed.

Looking over the high gray courtyard wall into the ink garden, some of the pavilions in the depths of the ink garden have also been mottled. Many paints have been peeled off, and some cracked beams and columns have not been replaced.

Although Xie Changsheng is young, but he has heard the luxuries of Changling’s old days and countless times, he knows that these old expensive years are even more prominent than the current princes. Especially, the look of the pavilions and towers seems to coincide with the avenues, and nowadays Fu Jia’s home is unparalleled. He sighed sincerely: "I really want to repair it here. It seems that tens of thousands of gold is not enough."

In front of Zhou Yunhai heard a slight smile, said: "If you have more heart, I will not refuse."

This is obviously a joke, but Xie Changsheng nodded and smiled: "If I can really get a lot of benefits in the freehand scrolls, maybe my sister and my father are happy, and the entire ink garden will be repaired directly. not always."

"Then I hope that Yin Xian has enough opportunities, and I feel more about some spiritual practices." Zhou Yunhai also smiled and said.

However, in his heart, he is arrogant and arrogant. According to your Guanzhong Buns, what can you see in one day?

The old trees in the ink garden are shaded, and the sunlight is transmitted through the branches and leaves. Large and small spots are formed on the bluestone road below, which is quiet and artistic.

I really entered this ink garden and walked through such a road to understand why most pavilions have not been repaired for many years.

Because most of the pavilions are on the walls, on the pillars, and on the pillars, they are carved with jade, pastel flowers and birds, and gold and silver. Many paints are even extremely precious gemstone paints, or the extremely rare mica shell paints overseas. Even today, luxury is beyond the limits of what most people can imagine.

If you use ordinary decorative materials, instead of putting them up, you might as well make them old, but it can make people feel the vicissitudes of the years, and they are only grand.

Like the private gardens of all the old gate valves of Changling, the ink garden covers a very wide area, bypassing an artificially stacked hill in the garden. Everything in front of the scene is changed. Everything seems to be completely black and white. .

Ink, ink tree, white grass..., all the strange grasses planted in front of them are actually pure black and white, deep and shallow black and white.

Seeing this pure black and white, Xue sneaked a scorn, and then said to Zhou Yunhai Pinghe: "The freehand volume of Zhou Jiamo’s garden is really good to hear. If this is the case, I will stop here. Finding a place to help me prepare hot tea is."

Zhou Yunhai said: "Since this is the case, I will accompany Xue Dong to the mountain and the Yunhai Pavilion. It is my study and I can see the scenery of most of the ink gardens."

After saying this, he signaled that Zhou Ding and other people took Ding Ning and others to move on. He also walked to Xue Xun's side, slowly releasing the soft heaven and earth, and supporting Xue Xuexu.

I felt the taste of the extremely pure heaven and earth exuded by Zhou Yunhai. Xie Changsheng had a face, but he did not understand it. He couldn’t help but ask: "I have never seen a freehand scroll, how did Xue Dong’s owner say it? The residual volume really smells better than sight?"

Ding Ning looked at him and said nothing, but he calmly walked a few steps toward the front.

Looking at his movements, Zhou’s free-looking eyes flashed a lot, and in the depths of his eyes, there was a bit more jealousy and admiration.

Not only Xie Changsheng, Zhang Yi and Nan Gong Cai, Shen Yu, Xu Heshan's eyes have reached the extreme.

Even a slight change, even a breeze, but Ding Ning's body has become an absolute black and white.

His clothes, body and skin, the original dark color, suddenly deepened, turned black, the original bright color, turned white.

“The original black and white here is not the real color?”

Xie Changsheng was dumb, and he finally reacted. The black and white here is only a kind of breath, like the power of the circle, causing changes in light and color.

After a few steps, Ding Ning stopped, and the body became absolutely black and white. Zhou Yiyi turned around and looked at him. He said indifferently: "How do you know that black and white is not the original color, how do you know that weekdays? Is the color seen not illusory?"

Ding Ning's brows were undetectable and slightly wrinkled.

In fact, Zhou’s remarks at this moment are somewhat reasonable. It’s just that Zhou’s freehand feelings are obviously impossible to understand so profoundly. He said that at this moment, he just wanted to make Xie Changsheng more confused and his thoughts more chaotic.

His eyes flashed and he wanted to say something, but he still held back.

Nangong Caiqi and others are difficult to calm down.

Fang Cai Xue forgot the meaning in the discourse. He seems to have seen the freehand scrolls directly. Is it that the air machine changes here are all caused by freehand scrolls?

It’s just a broken volume, just like a large legal array, causing such a change.

No wonder even those supreme characters want to borrow this freehand scroll.

Weekly freehand continues to move forward, every step falls, and there is a black and white smoke on the ground, which looks like walking in the picture, very unreal.

His black and white face, but can not help but emerge a trace of pride.

Even if there are countless times to enter here, every path is familiar enough to pass through, but every time you come in, you will still be amazed.

Xie Changsheng’s eyes once again reached the limit.

In front of him, there are countless rivers and distant mountains, which are suitable for the far-sighted and magnificent.

How can the land of Zhoujia Moyuan be so big?

This was the first time that he appeared in his mind, but when he walked in the first week of the week, he suddenly realized.

That is the freehand scroll.

In the black and white Qinghui, an ancient temple appeared slowly.

The ancient wooden temple is soaked in ink like a jade.

There is no decoration in the ancient temple, only the slate on the center of the center stands on a crystal wall.

This crystal wall is made up of two pieces of extremely thin crystals, and the center of the inner part is a piece of debris that is more than a foot long and a few feet high.

He and Nan Gong Cai and others, suddenly shocked again.

Let Zhou be somewhat surprised, and the brow is not consciously provoked, Ding Ning's expression is still very calm.

"This is the freehand scroll of our week. You can enlighten yourself, but remember not to touch the wall. Otherwise, the ban will be enough to kill any practitioner under the five worlds," he said slowly.

Listening to such a voice, Xie Changsheng has subconsciously taken two steps. He wants to see the whole picture of the broken volume in the first place and see what is drawn on it.

However, his eyes only swept through the scrap, and his breathing was instantly disordered.

There are countless deep and shallow mountains, and the rivers far and near seem to be pressing toward him in an instant. For a moment, he only feels that his head is faint, and when he closes his eyes, he finds himself to the whole picture. Without any impression, I can't remember what the painting on this picture is, and even where the broken part of the picture is, he has no impression.

"How could this be?"

Nangong Cai and others are the same feelings.

If you can't see any lines inside, you can understand the meaning and implication of any ink, but now the picture is in front of you, but they can't see the content at all, forget it after reading it, anything. They can't remember, they can't understand.

The group of people looked at each other and saw that Ding Ning was watching and was very calm.

Ding Ning can see the contents of this, can you see something?

Everyone has doubts in their hearts. However, when they saw that Ding Ning was very fascinating, everyone felt that they could not be disturbed. After taking a deep breath, they looked at them again.

......

Ding Ning calmly looked at the freehand scrolls in front.

This is a practice book that he knows but has not had the chance to see before.

In the past, the Zhou family, in order to resist some of the people they hated the most, entered the park and even expressed the meaning of jade and burning, and ruined the scrap. In the end, the people at that time made concessions in order to pass on the treasures of the practitioners' world.

In fact, whether it is Lushan Jianzong or Lingxuan Jianmen, it is the same for him. If he really knows his identity, even if he is a ban, he will not let any secret that is extremely useful to him let him see it. .

There was a hint of emotion in the depths of his calm eyes.

Innumerable shallow Moshan and Mohe, also instantly pressed toward him.

It’s just that he didn’t “see” these Moshan and Mohe. These Moshan and Mohe are like flying over his body and then falling apart behind him.

His perception does not care about the breath that comes from the most primitive lines, just the most primitive lines.

So the picture in his sight is completely different from what the people around him see.

What he saw was a yellowed crumb, and on the rough straw paper, only two mountains were painted.

One is thick and the other is light.

There are a few white clouds floating above the top of the mountain.

In front of the two mountains, there is a big river flowing.

The upper right corner of the painting is missing, so the pale mountain is missing a corner, and the river is missing a section.

Hundreds of ink lines of different shades, or swords, or runes, form such a picture.