I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 240 Drawings Come True
The bowl of ice cream has been finished.

Compared to Jiang She, the cat especially loves eating this kind of goat milk.

During the day, everything is new and exciting to this cat. It sniffs the leaves and wild grass along the way, picks up insects from the mountains, and pounces warily on butterflies or anything else that comes across. Every now and then, it turns its head to see what people are doing.

A mountain path that is three or four hundred feet long can be walked five or six hundred feet by a cat.

By evening, exhausted, the cat curled up and fell into a deep sleep, its tail occasionally twitching.

Jiang She looked around.

Under the moonlight, Yuan Danqiu was talking with the Taoist priests in the temple, exchanging information about the methods of obtaining the Golden Elixir and Lead Elixir. Sanshui and Chuyi were whispering with Sima Chengzhen, their faces full of excitement, completely unaware that they had just revealed all their family secrets.

Li Bai has disappeared.

Without needing to calculate, Jiang She seemed to know something.

He smiled and continued reading.

Before him was Wu Daozi, and after him was Chen Hong, both renowned painters, the most outstanding figures of their time. The finishing touch, though added by Chen Hong on a whim, was something he didn't intend.

But now I realize that writing can be incredibly powerful.

Also interesting.

Jiang She sorted out his thoughts, dipped his brush in ink, picked up his pen, and slowly began to write.

……

Before we knew it, the moonlight had risen even higher.

A gentle breeze rustled through the bamboo grove behind them, and moonlight shone into the courtyard, making it look like a snowfall.

All was quiet, and the moonlight was exceptionally bright.

Sanshui and Chuyi had been extremely sleepy for an hour, so they parted ways with the old Taoist priest and went back to their rooms to sleep. Yuan Danqiu also yawned and bid farewell to his fellow Taoist.

He looked at Taibai.

"Where have you been?"

Li Bai, covered in dew, had just pushed open the door to return.

He said casually, "I was strolling around outside and heard people mention that Princess Yuzhen was also in this Taoist temple."

Yuan Danqiu already knew this.

When he discussed the Golden Elixir, a fellow Daoist in the temple mentioned that Master Chiying had also refined medicine before. The alchemical text stated, "Mix golden elixir with yellow earth, put it into a clay pot, and cook it with a strong fire until it turns into gold."

Master Chiying was the name of Princess Yuzhen.

Unfortunately, it wasn't successfully refined.

Yuan Danqiu knew that Princess Yuzhen had been cultivating in seclusion on Mount Tiantai for the past two years. Not only that, but today, Wang Wei, a member of the Wang family, had also come, and the two played chess for half a day.

Yuan Danqiu observed the other person under the moonlight until the other person seemed slightly uncomfortable.

He stroked his long beard.

Yuan Danqiu realized that he had vaguely discerned some of the meaning.

He said righteously, "Now is a good time for you to find an official position. I'll go and inquire about it for you tomorrow."

Li Bai smiled.

"Danqiu Zi, you're overthinking it. I just heard something interesting and came back to tell you."

"Now we have seen the Great Way."

"Who would become an official?"

Yuan Danqiu looked at him; he was dressed in a wrinkled white robe, yet still full of vigor. He spoke of his official position with nonchalance, his eyebrows and eyes free and unrestrained.

half an hour.

He nodded. "Okay then."

Yuan Danqiu was so sleepy that he yawned again.

He told Li Bai about his day's harvest.

"I was just discussing alchemy with the fellow Daoists at the temple. Their Golden Elixir Pills are different from the ones I've seen before. Let's refine another batch next time and see..."

Li Bai was strange.

"Didn't you say that with a master alchemist already practicing, you wouldn't try alchemy anymore?"

Yuan Danqiu waved his hand.

“That’s different. Sir, I don’t make herbal elixirs or mineral pills. I’m just trying it out. Don’t worry, I won’t take any myself.”

As he was talking, he looked over.

"What are you writing, sir...?"

The two spoke very softly, so as not to wake the cat, so as not to disturb Jiang She.

Li Bai observed for a while. In the darkness, he couldn't see what Mr. Jiang was writing, but he felt that the paper on the small table, no matter how he looked at it, seemed…

"Why does it seem like there are no words?"

Yuan Danqiu squinted, examining the surface carefully by the moonlight. The shadows of the trees swayed in the wind, making it difficult for him to make out clearly; it seemed as if there were words on it, yet also as if there were none.

It feels somewhat familiar.

After watching for a while, Yuan Danqiu still couldn't figure it out, but his eyes started to hurt. He was so sleepy that he tugged at Li Bai's sleeve.

"Forget it, stop looking at it, it's getting late."

Li Bai also felt sleepy. He had just learned about the visitors in the temple and had drunk some wine in the evening. He was infected by Yuan Danqiu's repeated yawns and rubbed his head.

"That's right, let's go to sleep."

Yuan Danqiu took another look.

Jiang She remained seated under the tree, with a bright moon in the sky and a gentle breeze blowing across the ground.

I don't know what it says.

"I'll ask the master tomorrow."

Li Bai thought so too; by the time he woke up tomorrow, even if there was still a lot to write, the master would have finished. The bright moon rose high, and the two helped each other into the room.

……

……

Jiang She seemed to hear some background noise.

But he ignored it.

At this moment, his mind was completely absorbed by the words he was writing.

The whole person was immersed in a mysterious and wonderful state.

As he wrote, the ink flowed more and more smoothly. Before he knew it, the ink in the inkstone had dried up, so he used some ink he had picked up from who-knows-where to replenish it.

There were many voices and birdsong in my ears.

Jiang She didn't listen carefully at first.

He recalled his experience of meeting Wu Daozi in Yanzhou three or four years ago, took out the painting that Wu had given him years ago from his sleeve, and began to contemplate it.

In addition, there were the two experiences of the painter Chen Hong in adding the finishing touches.

That's also quite interesting.

After going through the text several times in his mind, making numerous revisions, he finally reduced it to only about a hundred words. Jiang She blew on the ink to dry it and examined the elegant handwriting.

What should it be named?

Jiang She suddenly had a mischievous thought, recalling the storybook and magic paintbrush Ma Liang he had seen in his previous life...

He smiled and shook his head.

After thinking for a moment, I picked up my pen and wrote down four characters.

"The painted objects come to life."

As he put pen to paper, the whole sheet of paper shook, and the wind whistled in the courtyard. Jiang She held the paper down to prevent it from slipping away.

After it was written.

A faint bluish tinge appeared on the paper, gradually returning it to normal. Apart from the beautiful characters on it, it looked like an ordinary piece of paper.

Jiang She put it together with the two other spells he had written down earlier and tucked it into his sleeve.

Then I looked up at the sky.

Before I knew it, it was already dawn.

A bird from the mountain perched on his shoulder, preening its feathers with the dew that had seeped onto his clothes.

Its chirping is clear and crisp, and it is not afraid of strangers at all.

Rarely finding himself in a good mood, Jiang She took out another piece of paper.

He thought for a moment, recalling the nest of rats he had lived with in Yanzhou for three years, and tried to draw one on paper. A simple outline in black and white, the drawing was crooked and uneven…

Stop writing.

The mouse on the paper suddenly moved.

It looked like it was sniffing something; its whiskers were of different lengths, and its ears were of different sizes.

It's as if it came to life, sharing the same habits as a real mouse.

Seeing that the mouse seemed about to jump out of the paper, Jiang She realized something was wrong and quickly reached out to stop it, lest the rat disturb the Taoist temple and the Taoists' peaceful cultivation.

He stared at the rough painting, lost in thought.

I'm somewhat satisfied, but also a little disappointed.

Satisfaction lies in the realization of the painted object.

Unfortunately, his drawing skills were quite poor, and the final product... seemed to be even worse than paper cutting.

(End of this chapter)