At The Beginning, Caishikou Beheaded, I Chose To Be Reborn

After Zhuang Mochen woke up, he hurriedly ate his meal, and came to Ye Yuan to apologize.

He thought it was a very rude thing for him to be drunk for three days, especially when Dan Yangzi left, he failed to give him a gift.

But Ye Yuan knew that his friend Own had become suspicious. He had some doubts about the fact that he was drunk for three days, and there was no lack of probing intentions in his words...

To this, Ye Yuan's answer seemed very cunning.

"Mr. Drunken, yours is Dan Yangzi, wait for the old Taoist to come again next time, if you have any questions, just ask him.

This left Zhuang Mochen speechless, God knows when Dan Yangzi will come over next time.

This matter is put on hold for the time being.

Zhuang Mochen quickly threw himself into more busy tasks.

The end of the year is approaching, and the first snow is coming.

In the past, even if it snowed on the border of Xiaoning County, it would not be too big, but it would still cause great troubles to the common people.

The people in the city are better, and the poor peasants in the outlying villages die of cold and hunger every year.

Zhuang Mochen persuaded the county magistrate, and the two took the lead, gathered rich households in the city to donate money and materials, bought a batch of winter clothes and quilts, and planned to send them to the countryside to those who needed them again.

In their eyes, Ye Yuan, who has no production and no career, is certainly not among the rich.

But after Ye Yuan heard about this, he still asked Zhuang Yan to send over a hundred taels of silver, which was a considerable sum. At that time, Zhuang "Six Five Zero" Mo Chen was stunned for a moment, and said with emotion.

"Mr. Ye is really hiding something."

Anyway, he couldn't figure out where Ye Yuan's money came from, but it was impossible to get it by committing crimes, so he didn't think that Mr. Ye was not an ordinary person in the first place.

However, Ye Yuan's donation caused quite a lot of twists and turns.

Somehow, this matter was known to Xiaoning County Town God, who also took two hundred taels of Wenyin and entrusted it to Zhuang Mochen in a dream.

Zhuang Mo and Chen Mengzhong got the news of the city god's donation, woke up and found that there was real money on the case table, immediately changed his face, and quickly notified the county magistrate.

Not long after, a large number of people from the county government came out and went to Chenghuang Temple to offer incense.

The matter was so violent that the rich people in Xiaoning County who were reluctant to pay for it, after hearing that the Lord Chenghuang had donated money, hurried to the county government office, expressing their own heart in whatever they said.

After Ye Yuan learned about this, he smiled helplessly.

This old city god is quite good at figuring out "Shangyi".

However, it's not a bad thing at all.

Although Ye Yuan didn't feel the cold, but in order not to attract attention, he still put on two more unlined clothes, and didn't go out very much all day long, just sitting under the big locust tree and reading.

In a blink of an eye, there is a kill.

On this day, the little white fox and Zhuang Yan read books under the tree as usual.

Because of the severe cold, Zhuang Yan's nose was slightly red from the cold, and a furry scarf was wrapped around his neck.

The little white fox stared at his scarf for a long time, suspecting it was fox fur, but after several inspections, he was sure it was rabbit fur.

"Did you find out, Mr. Ye has become more fascinated by reading recently, and he doesn't worry about our schoolwork so much."

The little white fox murmured, looking at Ye Yuan who was sitting on the beard chair with treacherous eyes.

"You fox is also funny. A while ago, Mr. Ye was staring at you, which made you feel uncomfortable and complained every day. Now that you have relaxed a little, you started to complain again.

Zhuang Yan rubbed his red nose, with a mocking look in his eyes.

"Don't wait for a while, Mr. Ye's words made Aunt Bai and my parents look like they were guarding prisoners. They demanded me harshly every day. Alas, I dare not go home...

E, why don't you go to Ge's house to play? Aunt Bai and my parents saw you coming, so they should feel embarrassed to control me. "

The little white fox looked helpless, he still didn't know what he did wrong, but he knew in his heart that everyone was doing it for his own good, and he didn't have any rebellious thoughts.

At most, there are some complaints.

Now that the topic has changed, an idea came to mind that might make Own's life easier.

"No, if Mr. Ye doesn't go, how dare I go to your house."

Zhuang Yan shook his head without hesitation. Thinking of the big tiger in Qingping Mountain, he was a little apprehensive. Although the little white fox said his elders were very good people, Zhuang Yan would definitely not dare to touch him unless With Ye Yuan.

"Why did Mr. Ye go? The old man only wants to read a book now, and doesn't worry about anything else."

The little white fox sighed, feeling a sense of falling out of favor.

Mr. Ye loved him so much in the past, but now that he has read a book, he doesn't care much about him.

"It's strange to say that the book that Mr. read is only a few dozen pages at most. Why haven't you finished it after reading it for more than a month?"

Zhuang Yan scratched his head, he had been wondering about this matter for a long time.

Erxiao was discussing and speculating on the sidelines.

But Ye Yuan, this time, did not take care of the two of them. He put all his heart and soul into "Love Miscellaneous Notes".

After a month of reading, he has a deeper understanding of the world, has broadened his horizons, increased his knowledge, and has a little understanding of Qingyu Daoist, because the two of them have the same views on many things , but the two have different personalities. Ye Yuan likes to be lively and may take the initiative to get involved when he sees some things, while Qingyu Daoist is dedicated to hard work. The main reason for his insight into the world is also for practice. Stopped to look at it, but didn't get involved.

This is in line with Ku cultivator's usual style, unless he is really interested, otherwise he generally does not touch Karma.

Ye Yuan deeply agrees with this point, but he only agrees with it, but he feels that he cannot be completely like other people.

Actually is not unconventional or anything, but he doesn't seem to be very afraid of being contaminated with Karma, on the contrary, the more Karma is involved, the better it is for him.

For example, the cloud in the copper tripod, every time it changes, is when Karma is involved.

But Ye Yuan is not the kind of character who forcibly blends in in order to contaminate Karma, and the copper tripod is far from being so utilitarian. The standard for everything is four words, and you can do whatever you want.

Now, Ye Yuan has seen the key points of the Tao of Danqing, so he devoted himself wholeheartedly into it.

Qingyu Daoist practiced meditation, and the reason why he chose to create his own way was purely because he was a hard-working cultivator and didn't have any good inheritance.

The visualization ideas he has mastered are only the most common visualization objects, which is obviously inconsistent with his ambition.

He spent nearly a hundred years trying to find opportunities, but found nothing. In desperation, he remembered the Nine-Colored Deer in his dream and planned to take a risk.

Ye Yuan originally thought that Qing Yu Daoist was also crossing the river by feeling the stones, but after reading this paragraph, he realized that this is not the case.

It turned out that he was also standing on the shoulders of his predecessors.

That predecessor refers to an official of the Dayu Kingdom, who was originally only a court editor, responsible for sorting out, maintaining, and storing paintings by famous artists of the past dynasties. This person has been in this position for forty years. Excited, because he was originally an idiot, and this kind of work is really a kind of enjoyment.

Dayu Kingdom is deeply involved with Daoism. In the words of Dan Yangzi, it can be said that it is involved in all aspects, so even a small court compilation can also get in touch with the practice method.

It's just that he doesn't have much qualifications, no one thinks he can make a name for himself, but good fortune tricks people, he has been observing paintings in the court for 40 years, and suddenly he became a Taoist with painting, and his Cultivation Base has advanced by leaps and bounds. In less than 200 years, He has already walked a road that ordinary people can't finish walking for seven or eight hundred years......

Although this person eventually fell into the Tribulation of True Immortals and was unable to truly live forever, his deeds once became legends.

Qingyu Daoist was lucky enough to get a letter from this person and was deeply influenced by him, so he tried to create his own visualization object.

Needless to say about the later things, he succeeded, and it can be regarded as inheriting the last wish of his predecessors.

"The Tao of Danqing has a Third Stage Realm, the first is skill, the second is mind, and the third is god."

Ye Yuan closed his eyes and closed his book for now.

The first two realms are not difficult, and even for Ye Yuan, it is a matter of course. He has Qingyu Daoist's note-taking guidance, coupled with his own amazing comprehension, he can quickly master the techniques and draw the artistic conception.

This confidence is still there.

Only the third point, to make the painting have the spirit, seems mysterious and mysterious.

Similar to the story of "finishing the finishing touch", although the reality is not that the thing in the painting will come to life and fly away when the eyes are painted, at least it should give people a feeling similar to a living thing.

This kind of thing cannot be described in words, it can only be judged by human instinct, whether it is a living thing or a dead thing, it is clear at a glance.

According to what Qingyu Daoist said, the reason why he was able to succeed was so lucky that he couldn't be more lucky. First, he was very familiar with the Nine-Colored Deer. By coincidence, one day I had a sudden epiphany, which broke the bottleneck.

But this kind of moment is rare, and he is not sure whether he can be so lucky for the second time. It can only be said that it is a fluke and a fluke.

"Is it all luck?"

Ye Yuan thought for a while, but he didn't get too entangled.

Can it work or not? Let's talk about it after seeing the doctor.

Even if he really can't succeed, it doesn't matter, he has plenty of paths to choose from.

After Ye Yuan digested the income of more than a month, he put down "Qing Yu Miscellaneous Notes" for the time being. He has only read less than a quarter of the content now, and it will take some time to fully read it.

There is no need to rush for a while, but the drawing of Golden Crow should be on the right track.

So Zhuang Yan and Xiao Baihu were surprised to find that although Mr. Ye put down the strange book that he seemed to never finish reading, he was immersed in painting again.

And when he was painting, he almost forgot about things and me, even if they approached, he didn't disturb the slightest 0.6.

Sometimes he only draws a few strokes, and as soon as he sees some clues, he is torn off by him and thrown aside.

Sometimes when Er Xiao was about to appreciate most of the painting, he tore it up again.

The most hateful thing is that even those paintings that were discarded by Ye Yuan, they have no chance to see them. The old locust tree is always vigilant, and is often swept away with branches at the first time, and secretly hides it.

The angry little white fox hopped wildly.

"You old tree with no loyalty, how can you be so stingy, Mr. Ye didn't say that we won't let us see, why do you hide it? Scrooge, no loyalty, Scrooge...!"

But the old tree stood still, and no one knew whether it had listened or not.

It was almost half a month. On this day, Ye Yuan was painting again. This time it went very smoothly. I thought I had a chance to complete the first painting, but when it was about to finish, it came up again Feeling restless, I knew immediately in my heart that I had failed again.

Before he could squeeze the painting into a ball and throw it away, suddenly a gust of cold wind blew by, rolled up the painting and flew into the air.

Fortunately, the old tree was highly vigilant, so he swept it away and put it away.

But this gust of wind still blows Ye Yuan's hair fluttering and his sleeves fluttering.

He looked up, only to see a gray sky, not a little bit of the sun.

An astonishing chill is gathering in the sky.

"This winter, I'm afraid it won't be easy..."

Ye Yuan murmured. .