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Chapter 745: The Painting Master's Handwriting
Yuan Huaimin's clothes were wet by the dew.

It was just after morning and the sun was rising. On this misty mountain path, there were still large drops of dew condensed on many flowers and plants, about to fall. They happened to be touched by Yuan Huaimin who was climbing the mountain.

Yuan Huaimin did not care about all this. He climbed the mountain alone without saying a word. In his hand he held a jade staff that was sent by Ms. Rong Zhen to facilitate his climbing.

This is the hillside of Nanfeng on the south bank of Shuangfengjian, on a small path leading to the top of the mountain.

Shuangfeng Peak was originally two peaks connected together. From a distance, they looked like twin brothers, with the base of the mountains close together in the concave part in the middle.

Under the water conservancy project presided over by Ouyang Lianghan, the former chief of Jiangzhou, Shuangfengjian was cut in the middle like a cake, and a waterway for flood discharge was dug out.

So the Twin Peaks were cut into South Peak and North Peak, located on the south bank and north bank respectively.

The Xunyang Grottoes were built along the north bank. The main grotto where the Donglin Buddha is located is also on the north bank, with the Buddha's back against the North Peak cliff.

Shuangfengjian Ferry is on the south bank. It is the only way to go from Xunyang City to Xunyang Grottoes. Originally, there were many boats passing through the waterway in the middle, but today they are all detained at the ferry. Private individuals are not allowed to leave and the city is under martial law.

Therefore, the South Peak that Yuan Huaimin is currently climbing is the best viewing point for a panoramic view of the North Peak and its Giant Buddha.

This is also the reason why Rong Zhen and Yi Qianqiu allowed Yuan Huaimin to come here.

He is the painter responsible for depicting the grand scene today, and it is this opportunity that Yi Qianqiu fought for him.

However, Yuan Huaimin had already realized a few days ago that the opportunity that Yi Qianqiu had fought for him came at a price.

In other words, exchange.

It is a complete exchange of interests.

Even though Yuan Huaimin strongly disapproved of this exchange, he even felt guilty and ashamed for the Yuan family and was ashamed to be associated with them.

Just as he had recently learned from Mr. Wu, Qiu Niang and her father had made a secret exchange with the Zhou court on behalf of their Jingzhao Yuan clan.

Yuan Huaimin did not go up the mountain alone. In fact, he was followed by a team of White Tiger Guards. They were sent by Yi Qianqiu to protect his safety before they separated in the morning. However, Yuan Huaimin did not let them get too close, nor did he give them the scroll, paper and pen he brought with him.

The morning sun gradually rose, but the white mist that filled the inside and outside of the Twin Peaks showed no sign of dissipating.

Between the north and south peaks, white fog covers the river.

Yuan Huaimin, supporting himself with a jade staff in one hand and carrying a small bookcase like a scholar preparing for an imperial examination, slowly climbed up the mountain.

The book box on his back is equipped with a protective umbrella, which contains a bundle of scrolls and painting tools.

Some scrolls are wrapped in cloth, and the material of the shaft cannot be seen clearly.

When Yuan Huaimin came just now, it was Yi Qianqiu who brought him in. No one checked him, after all, he was not boarding a boat to the main cave on the north bank.

Besides, even if the examination was done, it would be useless. Mr. Wu had made preparations before leaving the house this morning.

Thinking of this, Yuan Huaimin sighed quietly and couldn't help but look back at the bundle of scrolls behind him.

He still remembers clearly the scene before leaving Chengtian Temple this morning.

Yuan Huaimin lowered his head to look at the jade staff. Ms. Rong said that this was made by Brother Lianghan for her when she was injured and had difficulty walking, and this time he gave it to her for climbing.

Maybe because she knew that Brother Lianghan had a good relationship with him, Ms. Rongzhen was quite cold towards him but warm inside.

Yuan Huaimin felt a little guilty when he thought that this lady historian would most likely defend the giant Buddha to her death.

After all, he brought in this painting of Peach Blossom Spring.

Yuan Huaimin was actually not interested in the Buddha statues, just as he said not long ago when he begged Wu Daozi not to hurt Ouyang Lianghan:

In the entire Xunyang city, apart from the innocent people, he only cares about Ouyang Rong and Qiu Niang. Well, at most the life and death of "Ma Dongmei". As for the others, he really doesn't care.

Yuan Huaimin had arrived at Shuangfeng Peak a long time ago this morning, but he did not enter. Instead, he waited at the door for a long time. He wanted to wait for Brother Lianghan and see him again before he entered the cave to give him some instructions.

However, Brother Lianghan was late, and Yi Qianqiu was urging him on, so he gave up after waiting for a while and hurried up the mountain.

In a trance, Yuan Huaimin climbed to the top of the mountain.

He exhaled, found a spot on the top of the mountain with the best view, and took down the book box.

He turned his head and said to the team of White Tiger Guards behind him;
"I want some quiet time."

The captain of the White Tiger Guard clasped his fists and led his men to retreat a little, but still looked at Yuan Huaimin's location from a distance.

Yuan Huaimin hesitated for a moment and took out a bronze scroll from the bookcase.

His expression was somewhat complicated. He turned his back to the sight of the White Tiger Guards behind him. Just as he was about to open the cloth bag, the bag in his hand automatically slipped out.

The next moment, the bronze scroll unfolded silently in the mountain breeze.

A picture of Peach Blossom Spring appears in the air.

In the painting, there was a small peach courtyard. Under a peach tree in the courtyard, there was an old man sitting cross-legged.

When the scroll was unfolded, the old man raised his head smartly and glanced at the top of his head. The next moment, he stood up, walked out of the yard with a smile, and also walked out of the scroll.
Even though it was not the first time he saw her and he had just seen her once in the morning, Yuan Huaimin still widened his eyes.

Wu Daozi walked out of the painting with his hands behind his back, approached Yuan Huaimin, looked at him with a smile, and patted him on the shoulder as if to encourage him.

Yuan Huaimin remembered that before leaving the house in the morning, Mr. Wu did the same thing. After giving him a few instructions, he directly unfolded the scroll and walked in with his hands behind his back. The scroll closed naturally and fell into his hands...

At this moment, Yuan Huaimin turned back with a little fear and looked at the team of White Tiger Guards not far away.

He found that they seemed to be motionless, and just like before, they looked at him expressionlessly, as if they had ignored Mr. Wu who walked out of the painting, and turned a deaf ear to the extra people around Yuan Huaimin.

Wu Daozi patted Yuan Huaimin on the shoulder again:

"Don't look at them. In their eyes, you are painting on paper now."

Yuan Huaimin couldn't help asking:
"Mr. Wu, are you a human or a ghost? Why are you able to enter the painting?"

"I am neither a ghost nor a human. Guess what I am? I'll tell you if you guess right."

The old man blinked.

Yuan Huaimin seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.

Wu Daozi turned around, walked to the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes to look at the scenery below the mountain, and nodded slightly with some satisfaction:
"Except for the white fog on the river that gets in the way, this place is indeed a beautiful place, suitable for painting."

Yuan Huaimin didn't listen. Only then did he notice a horrible detail.

In the fierce mountain wind, Wu Daozi's clothes did not move at all, as if they were fixed on a wooden board.

Yuan Huaimin was sweating more and more.

Wu Daozi turned around and saw Yuan Huaimin's expression. He seemed to have noticed what Yuan Huaimin had realized. The old man smiled embarrassedly, walked to the bookcase, took out an ink pen, dipped it lightly in ink, and casually drew a few strokes in the air. The next moment, Yuan Huaimin found that Wu Daozi's clothes fluttered in the wind, with a sense of wanton floating, which vaguely matched the painting skill of "Wu Dai Dang Feng" that this painting saint was good at and famous in the history of painting.

But after watching for a while, Yuan Huaimin discovered that although Wu Daozi's clothes moved, his whole body, with his hands behind his back, seemed to be distorted, as if the space around him was distorted... Yuan Huaimin rubbed his eyes and his face became more horrified.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Wu Daozi smiled and waved his hands. His body stopped twisting and his clothes stopped floating. The mountain breeze could no longer "blow" him.

The old man continued to put his hands behind his back and squinted at the other side.

He pointed to the golden Buddha head that was faintly visible on the cliff on the opposite bank, and smiled at the sweaty Yuan Huaimin:

"As expected, only when we get here can we see it clearly. Xiao Yuanzi, look, isn't this Buddha already built? The Buddha's head is golden, but if you are far away, it looks like the Buddha has no head and is not completely completed... This white fog is really a gimmick, it's really boring."

Yuan Huaimin then glanced sideways and found that the giant Buddha was indeed completed. Although he had vaguely guessed it a long time ago when the Twin Peaks were suddenly closed and Brother Lianghan and Lady Shi went in for retreat, he had roughly guessed it, but it was not until now that he completely confirmed it.

Yuan Huaimin had been staying in Xunyang City before and had no interest in this giant Buddha.

Soon, he looked away and couldn't help asking:
"Mr. Wu, did you sneak into Xunyang City this way before?"

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Wu Daozi did not answer and continued:
"I agree to your previous request. I will protect your lover cousin and your good friend Ouyang Lianghan. I will also speak to Jianze on your behalf. The words I pass on should be quite satisfactory."

Yuan Huaimin lowered his head and remained silent, his eyes fixed on the bronze scroll floating in front of him.

In the howling mountain wind, although the bronze scroll was fixed in a rough position, the paper was swaying in the wind, like the water plants in a stream, with waves.

Yuan Huaimin suddenly discovered that the amplitude of the waves on the scroll paper was vaguely similar to the distortion of the air around Mr. Wu. He didn't know if it was a coincidence, so he frowned and looked at it.

"You want to learn?" Wu Daozi suddenly asked without turning his head. He smiled and said, "I will teach you."

Yuan Huaimin shook his head like a rattle.

Wu Daozi said with a smile:
"Then don't look at me any more. You have a great talent for painting. What if you accidentally learn it? If you can't pay me back, who can you go to for justice?"

Yuan Huaimin did not respond to the old man's joke, but asked cautiously:

"Mr. Wu, is there anyone else in this painting besides you?"

Wu Daozi blinked and asked jokingly:
"Why, you don't have enough space for me? How many more do you want?"

Yuan Huaimin had an indescribable expression on his face.

In fact, he had a vague guess of what Mr. Wu was going to do. Mr. Wu was definitely not the only one who came today. It was possible that he was the one who wanted to find a breakthrough for today's big event.

Yuan Huaimin couldn't help but feel like he was in big trouble, but for some reason, he felt familiar with this feeling and was not panicked. Perhaps it was because he had been in so many troubles before that he had become a professional... Occasionally when he was drinking and making trouble, he would think back and wonder, how could one person get into such a big trouble?

However, after being in Xunyang City for such a long time, perhaps because of Brother Lianghan's presence, he felt at ease every time he was about to get into trouble, but this time without Lianghan, he felt a little panic that he hadn't felt for a long time.

Yuan Huaimin confirmed again in a low voice:
"Mr. Wu, are you serious? Is there really no one in the painting?"

Wu Daozi shrugged helplessly:

"What are you thinking? How can a living person enter a painting? Even the gods in Shenzhou can't do it. Only the immortals in myths and legends can do this. Do you really think I'm an immortal?"

"Then... Sir, you..."

"I just said it, this old man is not a living person."

Before Yuan Huaimin could get scared, Wu Daozi added:
"Of course he's not dead, he's just a lousy painter. He's painted a lot, so why not sit in the painting? As for the others, since they can't paint, they naturally can't sit in here."

Yuan Huaimin boldly asked:
"Mr. Wu, how are you going to do it? Are you alone? Maybe there are not enough people..."

"Why, you want to lend a hand? You're quite sensible young man."

Yuan Huaimin said with a bitter face: "No, helping out? It's almost like risking your life..."

At this moment, Wu Daozi suddenly turned his head and said something inexplicable:
"Oh, this white mist has this use."

Yuan Huaimin followed the old man's gaze with curiosity, tilted his head and looked, and found that the bronze shaft suspended in the air had changed.

I saw that the shaft had been quietly coated with a layer of green paint-like substance, covering the original dark red blood spots on the blood bronze.

Yuan Huaimin was puzzled: "Is this... rusted?"

Wu Daozi was not annoyed but smiled, nodded and said:

"Blood bronze will rust easily when it comes into contact with moisture, which will cover up the blood stains. This white mist is for this purpose."

Wu Daozi lifted a dry hand from behind his back and touched the bronze shaft covered with green rust, saying with some appreciation:

"In this way, not only will the speed of spiritual energy being injected into the Blood Bronze be slowed down, but for the Blood Bronze connected to the Peach Blossom Sword Formation, the sword energy of the Ding Sword transmitted through the air will also be greatly reduced. In serious cases, it may even stagnate directly and destroy the sword formation."

The squinty-eyed old man sighed:
"It seems that there are quite a few smart people in this pseudo-Zhou court."

After saying this, Wu Daozi turned around and asked Yuan Huaimin curiously:
"But don't they know that when it comes to the use of blood bronze, Yunmeng Jianze is their ancestor?"

"Ancestor?"

Yuan Huaimin looked puzzled. After a moment, he asked thoughtfully:
"Mr. Wu, is the Yunmeng Token also made of blood bronze?"

"You are very careful."

Yuan Huaimin asked again: "Doesn't that mean that all the Yunmeng Orders that have entered the Twin Peaks are invalid?"

Wu Daozi asked back with great interest: "You know Yunmeng Jianze issued the Yunmeng Order. What is the purpose for that?"

Yuan Huaimin hesitated for a moment and replied:

"According to what Mr. Wu revealed... is it the same as [Hanshi] and the Peach Blossom Spring painting, used as the Peach Blossom Spring Sword Formation? The Yunmeng Order is actually a fake Ding sword, or a second-rate fake Ding?"

Wu Daozi smiled:
“In Yunmeng Jianze’s eyes, Tao Yuanming is a thief who has not yet mastered his skills, not to mention the guys who have now stolen things from him.”

After saying this, Wu Daozi's face was calm. He turned around and walked to the bookcase, took out a blank scroll and spread it out in the air.

This blank scroll is very long. It was originally prepared by Yuan Huaimin to depict the scene of a celebration ceremony, but was borrowed by the old man without any hesitation.

Wu Daozi glanced at the scenery on the other side of the river, stood in front of the scroll, ink brush in hand, and began to copy it with relish.

Yuan Huaimin looked carefully and found that Mr. Wu was quickly painting the rivers and mountains on both sides of the river.

However, there is no white mist on the twin peaks in the painting, and the scenery on both sides is clearly visible.

(End of this chapter)