Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 646: Yunmeng’s Inspiration

In March, flowers are in full bloom.

Feng Qingyan sat cross-legged by the stream in front of the valley, quietly visualizing and listening to the bridge of guidance in his mind.

Although he could not confirm whether the bridge in his mind was the bridge of guidance, he temporarily called it the bridge of guidance.

At this moment, the first texture on the bridge is so clear.

Just like the real thing.

This made Feng Qingyan amazed, and he became more and more convinced that this was the bridge of guidance he had been looking for. However, he did not expect that the bridge of guidance he had been looking for was actually in his mind.

Is this God's will?

Soon after, he opened his eyes, formed a paintbrush in his hand, and tried to paint.

As soon as a stroke was drawn, a stroke appeared on the stream, and gradually the structure of the bridge appeared, as if someone had built a bridge on the stream. When the bridge of guidance appeared in general, it quietly exuded a mysterious atmosphere.

The breath shocked heaven and earth, causing thick fog to suddenly form around the stream.

The fog gradually turned darker.

Finally, it was bubbling like ink.

When the young mang that was grazing by the stream saw this, his eyes widened slightly, and he suddenly felt an indescribable aura permeating the space between heaven and earth.

Its soul was vibrating slightly.

Although the bridge was covered by black fog at this moment, the bridge was still vaguely visible.

Its eyes were fixed on the Bridge of Guidance, as if something on the bridge was calling it, making it walk towards the Bridge involuntarily.

It wants to cross the bridge of guidance.

It seemed that there was something waiting for it behind the bridge.

In the front yard of the wooden house in the valley, Xihe, Yingshu, Donggonglan and the maid were all slightly shocked and looked outside the valley.

I saw a sky full of black fog.

"Eh, ghost fog?"

Yingshu said with some surprise.

"It's a bit like ghost fog, but..."

Miss Xihe frowned, feeling that the black fog in front of her was more advanced than the ghost fog, and seemed to contain some mysterious aura.

It seemed that there was a calling voice in the rolling black fog.

At this time, the three of them walked out curiously and soon reached the entrance of the valley. They saw a mysterious stone arch bridge vaguely visible in the rolling black fog.

The stone arch bridge is only about three meters wide.

However, it gives people a feeling of grandeur and magnificence, as if it is ten thousand feet long.

"What kind of bridge is this? Why do I feel like it spans time and space?" Yingshu's eyes widened slightly, and he was amazed in his heart, "Also, I seem to feel that it seems to be calling for something."

“This bridge is amazing.”

Miss Xihe was a little stunned, staring blankly at the black fog and the bridge of guidance.

"This bridge is very strange and mysterious. How did it suddenly appear here?" Dong Gonglan asked in surprise. Then she found a figure in white sitting cross-legged in front of the bridge. "Hey, could it be painted by a gentleman?"

"It should be painted by a gentleman, but what kind of bridge did the gentleman paint?"

Shadow book road.

"I don't know, this bridge seems to exude a very magical aura."

Donggong Lan shook his head, not knowing what it was.

But it doesn’t feel simple.

And at this time.

They saw Qingmang and walked towards the bridge of guidance step by step.

Just as they were surprised, they discovered that the maid following behind them was also walking towards the bridge of guidance.

His eyes were a little dull.

"Xiaoqin?"

Donggong Lan shouted.

But her maid, as if she hadn't heard anything, continued walking towards the bridge.

"Sister Lan, what's happening to Xiaoqin?"

Yingshu asked with some confusion.

Donggong Lan frowned, but seeing that it was a bridge drawn by a gentleman, she did not stop the maid. At this moment, she also saw Qingniu Laohai, who was also walking towards the bridge of reception.

"Qingmang, Xiaoqin, Laohai..."

Yingshu frowned.

The three of them were still fine and didn't seem to be affected by the bridge.

At this moment, Donggong Lan also discovered that the three of them seemed different from others, but he couldn't tell how.

While Donggong Lan and Yingshu were looking at each other, only Miss Xihe was staring at the Bridge of Reception infatuatedly.

And at this time.

Qing Mang, who was walking in the front, was about to step onto the bridge of guidance.

But Feng Qingyan did not stop and continued to draw the Bridge of Guidance. The current Bridge of Guidance looked like it was drawn on the surface.

However, the texture on the bridge has not been drawn yet.

When Qingmang stepped onto the bridge of guidance.

The bridge of guidance was like a dream; it shattered in an instant and quickly turned into ashes.

The black fog caused by the bridge of guidance also quickly receded and disappeared, and the world became bright again.

At this time, Qingmang, the maid Xiaoqin and Qingniu Laohai gradually woke up.

"Ah, Lord, what happened to me?"

Qing Mang fell into the stream with a thud and asked Feng Qingyan with a confused look on his face.

"fine."

Feng Qingyan smiled and said.

"Junzi, what kind of bridge did you just draw? It looks so mysterious." Yingshu walked up and asked curiously, "Why did the bridge collapse when Qingmang stepped on it?"

"I don't know what kind of bridge it is, I just drew it randomly."

Feng Qingyan Road.

Yingshu stared at Feng Qingyan with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Gentleman, is the bridge I just drew in your dream?"

Miss Xihe came back to her senses and asked. She felt a familiar aura from the Bridge of Guidance, just like her gallery.

"almost."

Feng Qingyan hesitated for a moment and said.

Miss Xihe became excited upon hearing this, as if she had found a like-minded friend.

"Why did the gentleman's bridge suddenly collapse?"

Miss Xihe asked.

“Maybe it’s because I’m not good enough at drawing.”

Feng Qingyan thought for a moment and said.

"Not enough painting power?" Miss Xihe thought for a moment and said, "Gentleman, you can use your big stone door to reinforce it, so it won't collapse."

"It's a solution."

Feng Qingyan smiled and was also seriously thinking about the reasons for his failure.

Although he didn't think he would be able to draw it the first time, he didn't expect that he would fail so completely.

He was not painting any more at this moment.

Drawing the bridge just now almost exhausted his energy and he had to stop to rest.

The next morning.

He came to the stream and drew the bridge of guidance again.

When the bridge of guidance appeared, rolling black fog once again filled the space between heaven and earth, emitting a wisp of mysterious aura.

Qingmang, Qingniu Laohai and the maid Xiaoqin were once again called by the Bridge of Guidance.

When a person or a cow steps on it.

The bridge of guidance shattered again and turned to ashes in an instant.

At this moment, he was thinking about the reason for his failure, but unfortunately he still couldn't find it, which made him very confused. Logically speaking, he was now a painter and should have enough painting skills to draw the bridge of guidance, but he failed.

Why?
He drew the bridge of guidance again and again, and the bridge of guidance was broken again and again.

More than ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

In other words, he had drawn it more than ten times, but not once was successful, which made Feng Qingyan very confused.

Yingshu, Xihe and Donggonglan, who were watching, also couldn't understand it.

"Xihe, why do you think a gentleman would fail?"

Yingshu asked curiously.

"I do not know."

Miss Xihe shook her head.

In her opinion, the bridge of guidance was obviously successful, but for some reason, the bridge suddenly broke.

This is broken in a very strange way.

"Does Sister Lan know?"

Yingshu turned around and asked.

Donggong Lan shook his head slightly. "What went wrong? This is very strange." Yingshu frowned, feeling that something was wrong. The bridge broke too abruptly.

It seemed as if there was some force that was breaking the bridge.

After a moment, Yingshu said excitedly: "Sister Lan, could it be that the bridge that the gentleman drew was too powerful, so God did not allow it to exist?"

Donggong Lan: “…”

"This, can't be?" Yingshu said in a daze.

"Why not?" Yingshu asked, "How else can it be explained? Logically, it shouldn't collapse. Moreover, the collapse is too weird and unreasonable. This bridge is so terrifying that even the heavens cannot tolerate it. This is normal."

Donggong Lan wanted to roll his eyes when he heard this.

"Yingshu, which is more powerful, the gentleman's bridge or my hell?"

Miss Xihe asked.

"Uh……"

Yingshu was a little stuck, and finally said: "Sister Xihe's hell should be more powerful."

"Since Heaven can accommodate my hell, it can certainly accommodate a gentleman's bridge."

Miss Xihe said.

"Then, then, why did the gentleman's bridge collapse?"

Yingshu asked.

Miss Xihe couldn't answer.

On the next morning, Yingshu, Xihe and Donggonglan brought small stools and sat by the stream, eating snacks while looking at the Gentleman Painted Bridge.

"Tsk tsk, the more I look at this bridge, the more it looks extraordinary. It's only three meters long, but it feels like it's ten thousand meters long, as if it's traveling through time and space." Yingshu puffed his lips and exclaimed while eating snacks, "Sister Xihe, Sister Lan, have you seen the power of the bridge drawn by the gentleman? What is it used for?"

“This bridge of Junzi is like Sister Xihe’s hell, filled with the breath of the underworld.”

Donggong Lan pondered for a moment and said.

"Uh-huh."

Yingshu puffed up his lips and nodded, saying, "Indeed."

"However, Sister Xihe's hell exudes oppression, pain, and regret, but the Gentleman's Bridge is a call."

Donggong Lan said.

"Hmm, I seem to hear a voice calling out, what is it calling out?"

Yingshu nodded.

Donggong Lan hesitated for a moment and then shook his head.

"It seems to be calling the soul." Miss Xihe pondered for a moment and said, "Perhaps only the soul can cross this bridge."

"Spirit?"

Yingshu and Donggonglan were both stunned.

At this moment, Qingmang, Laohai and Xiaoqin walked towards the Bridge of Reception again. When Qingmang stepped on it, the Bridge of Reception broke again.

Feng Qingyan stared at the sky above the stream, as if he was looking at the bridge of guidance.

This bridge can indeed only be crossed by spirits.

However, this was not the reason why the Bridge of Guidance was broken, and he still had not found out the cause of the failure.

"Gentleman, what kind of bridge are you drawing?"

Yingshu couldn't help but ask.

Feng Qingyan came back to his senses, and after a moment of hesitation, he said, "This is the bridge of guidance."

"The bridge of guidance?"

The three of them became curious.

"What is it used to guide?"

Yingshu asked.

"After a person dies, his soul returns to heaven and is led by this bridge."

Feng Qingyan stood up and looked up at the sky.

The three of them looked at each other in shock when they heard this.

"Is it used to guide the soul? Why do we need to guide it? Doesn't the soul have its own destination? Why does it still need to be guided?"

Yingshu asked in surprise.

"In this world, where is the place for the soul to return to?"

Feng Qingyan looked at the shadow book.

"The Netherworld."

Shadow book road.

"What if the spirits go to the netherworld?" Feng Qingyan asked, "Will they be left to fend for themselves? Or will they be infected and become evil spirits?"

"Uh……"

Yingshu was stunned.

She didn't know much about the underworld, she only knew that after death, the soul returned to the underworld.

"Also, what if the heaven and earth are separated from the netherworld, and the soul cannot reach the netherworld?" Feng Qingyan asked again, "In this case, this bridge can guide it."

"Oh, that's it."

Shadow book road.

But, something seemed to be wrong.

in a blink.

A few more days passed.

Feng Qingyan still failed.

He gradually realized that it wasn't a problem with his drawing ability.

At this moment, he thought carefully, why did he only do three things in the past two years? The first was to obtain the title of the King of Qin, the second was to obtain the title of the King of Calligraphy, and the third was to obtain the title of the King of Painting.

When he did these three things, he felt that he should do them.

This is related to the bridge of guidance.

Before, he seemed to understand it in his heart.

But, not long after, he seemed to have forgotten...

If the bridge in the mind is the bridge of guidance, then you need to draw it yourself.

The function of the painting king's position is to paint the bridge of guidance.

So what about the position of Book Lord?
What is its use in the bridge of guidance?
Feng Qingyan thought carefully for a moment and found that the purpose of the Shujun position was to write the four big words "Bridge of Guidance".

It seems so.

Feng Qingyan nodded secretly.

What about the position of Qin Jun?

What does this have to do with the bridge of guidance?

As he was thinking, he suddenly realized that the role of the Book Lord position didn't seem quite right.

The purpose of the Shujun position is indeed to write the four big words "Bridge of Jieying" on the Bridge of Jieying, but it may need to be integrated into the Jidao will.

That’s right, you need to integrate into the Jidao will.

At this moment he frowned.

He now has at most extreme willpower, and cannot reach the level of ultimate willpower at all.

If his current will is the ultimate will, he can dominate the world with the power of his will.

Doesn't this mean that he will not be able to draw the bridge of guidance within ten years or even a hundred years?
He didn't think that one's will could reach the ultimate level within ten or a hundred years.

Feng Qingyan frowned tightly, hoping that he was overthinking it.

Then what is the use of the position of Qin Jun?
He really couldn't figure this out, and couldn't connect it to the Bridge of Guidance at all.

Does the Bridge of Guidance need someone to play the musical instrument to entertain the souls when it is guiding them?
This is inevitable...

But at this moment, Feng Qingyan's heart suddenly shook, and he suddenly understood the role of the position of Qin Jun.

Playing the piano really adds to the fun.

However, the song played was "The Conjuring"!
Feng Qingyan finally understood why he wanted to attain the titles of Master of Zither, Master of Calligraphy, and Master of Painting.

The painter has drawn the bridge of guidance with his paintings, the calligrapher has drawn the will of guidance with his calligraphy, and the zither has drawn the music of guidance with his playing...

But the problem now is that the bridge is not drawn.

"The prince's long zither, the extreme killing monument..."

At this moment Feng Qingyan closed his eyes and thought, what is there in the Painted City?
He could use the prince's long zither to play "Soul Summoning", and he could use the Jidao Sha Monument to express his aspirations as the Bridge of Reception. So what kind of pen should he use to draw the Bridge of Reception?

笔？
Feng Qingyan was a little stunned.

Could it be that the bridge of guidance was broken because of the paintbrush?

This seems ridiculous, but judging from what is happening in Qin City and Shu City, there is indeed a lack of a paintbrush.

He didn't expect that the reason for his failure was actually a pen...

So what kind of pen is there in the world to draw the bridge of guidance?
The first thing Feng Qingyan thought of was a stroke of genius.

Yunmeng’s inspiration!
And at this moment, he finally understood.

Why do those twisted black lines say that the Bridge of Reception is related to Yunmengze?

The inspiration lies in Yunmeng Lake.

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(End of this chapter)