Soul Painter

There is a record of a woman in "The History of Qing Painters' Poetry".

The record is very simple, Wang Heng, female, named Xiying, named Yuehan.

It is said that she is "good at painting flowers and birds, and good at writing poems about things".

But in STK's records, she is suspected to be a human pillar.

Before 1920, a large number of human pillars were obliterated with the "proxy war" of the three great beings. In the records of human history before 1920, STK estimated that more than 70% of the truth was lost, especially about the war. The truth, many inexplicable defeats or victories, are behind the pillars and history that have been erased by great beings.

Of course, many pillars in the non-war field are also missing.

Those names circulated in history books, biographies, and folk anecdotes, even if there are only a handful of records about them, and they are weird and magical, they are very likely to be the only survivors of a long period of legendary history.

Wang Xiying is one of them.

After Gao Fan called out the name, the "Red Mansion Fragments" on the table remained unchanged.

"Qiu Zhu!"

"Li Cuilan!"

"Fu Kun said!"

"Xue Susu!"

...

Anyway, it was just a guess. Gao Fan read out the names of the suspected "Qing Dynasty person", "female painter", and "suspected human pillar" that he got from STK. As long as he really read the name, the mystery will definitely respond, and Gao Fan was able to communicate with him, to subdue the Command Spell -- just like the process of ancient celestial beings subduing magic weapons or spirit monsters.

This is also the STK operator's first step in investigating and subduing the Command Spells that the STK operator reminded Gao Fan.

It's "rectification of its name".

On the other hand, when the mystery calls you, you'd better not respond, that is also the first step to establish a link with the mystery.

In the article "From Baicao Garden to Sanwei Bookstore", Lu Xun said: So if an unfamiliar voice calls your name, you must never agree to him.

Waiting until Gao Fan read 'Mao Zhou'.

The mystery that was not triggered suddenly exploded.

Gao Fan only felt the splendor in front of his eyes.

Like the sun descending to the earth.

Infinite streams of light seemed to penetrate his body.

Break through his soul.

It's just that Gao Fan's soul, which has been mysteriously baptized for a long time, is extremely tough. He silently recited the title of "the largest system" to resist the impact of this wave of soul.

Immediately, the light in front of her eyes dissipated, and the woman in a white plain robe with a face as cold as a fairy that had appeared in Gao Fan's inspiration appeared at the table. She was holding the volume of "Red Mansion Fragments" and was writing a painting. She looked up at Gao Fan Fan, Qingyue's voice sounded immediately: "Who are you?"

Gao Fan first looked left and right, he was still in Feng Yuan's study, but he realized that his inspiration had risen, this is a place where inspiration and reality are mixed, so he could see the woman in front of him.

"I..." Gao Fan was about to answer the woman's question.

But the woman said: "I don't have much time, don't talk nonsense, come here quickly."

Come here... What are you doing? Gao Fan walked forward curiously, and saw the woman writing a pen and sketching a book, and said while sketching: "There are so many characters in the Red Mansion, I have to draw them one by one, so as not to delay the completion of Brother Xueqin's "Story of the Stone"."

"You are Mao Zhou?" Gao Fan asked.

"How do you know my name?" Mao Zhou looked up at Gao Fan.

This charming look made Gao Fan's eyes shine.

"You're fooling an honest man." Gao Fan couldn't help feeling, "It means that Mr. Feng is honest, and you can't get your name, otherwise you lived in the Jiaqing era. Cao Xueqin was a character in the Kangxi period, two generations behind. Emperor, after more than thirty years, how dare you say that you painted Dream of the Red Mansions first, and then Cao Xueqin's Stories of Stones?"

Although Mao Zhou is a pillar of historical existence that has been erased, this "erasing" will still leave some traces. For example, Wang Ximeng's "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" still exists in the world. It's too detailed, but the approximate time period of her life is still clear. It is undoubtedly that she was born after "Dream of Red Mansions" was written, so she is deceiving Feng Yuan.

"Is this important?" Mao Zhou raised his eyebrows, "Brother Xueqin and I are in love with each other, so what if thirty years have passed? If I don't paint Dream of the Red Chamber, how will the story of the stone be written?"

"So you're crazy." Gao Fan understood, he understands this kind of mental state, all logic and reasoning are in vain here.

"Then do you want to help?" Mao Zhou raised his almond eyes and asked scoldingly: "The old man just helped me for a whole year, and he didn't finish painting the figures in the Red Chamber. You young man looks weak, but you have some energy I just don’t know how to draw, why don’t you try it?”

"Huh? You mean that Mr. Feng has been painting with you for a year?" Gao Fan was surprised. Are all the goblins that cultural people encounter so subtle?

Mao Zhou didn't talk nonsense, and showed Gao Fan the first scroll in his hand.

I saw a meticulous lady on it.

It also has the word "Lin Daiyu" written on it.

This painting of Daiyu is painted in ink and wash, without powder and daisy. The brush is like light clouds and unwinding scrolls, as freely as water, with soft turns and smooth flow. Zhang Baishi gave birth to the sense of five colors.

"Come on, learn to draw and see how good your skills are." Mao Zhou motioned Gao Fan to copy this painting.

"Meticulous brushwork~" Gao Fan glanced at this painting, and was immediately attracted to his interest. This fine brushwork technique is superb, and it has the style of the ancients. Yu'zhitu is better than Mr. Feng, it's too powerful.

"Let me draw?" Gao Fan asked.

"Yes, you have passed the test only after helping me describe all the characters in the Red Chamber," Mao Zhou said.

"So what if you pass the test?" Gao Fan asked.

"Why are there so many questions? Are you painting or not?" Mao Zhou was annoyed by the questions, so he reprimanded him.

"Drawing, of course, if I finish the test, you won't pester Mr. Feng anymore, will you?" Gao Fan saw a piece of rice paper on the table, with pens and ink beside the paper, and asked while writing.

"That's natural, it depends on who of you finishes first." Mao Zhou said.

Gao Fan nodded, dipped his brush in ink and traced on the paper.

...

boom!

Gao Fan fell to the ground.

It took a while to get up.

Listening to the voice, the three members of the Feng family stopped pestering and ran up.

The mother and daughter went to help Gao Fan, while Feng Yuan was busy inspecting the "Red Mansion Fragments" spread on the table, and after seeing everything was fine, he went to see Gao Fan.

"It's all because of you!" Mrs. Feng accused Feng Yuan, like a lioness showing her paws.

"Yes, yes, is Xiao Gao okay?" Feng Yuan asked helplessly like an innocent male lion.

"No, nothing." Gao Fan got up from the ground and covered his face. There was a red mark on his face, which was struck by Mao Zhou with a scroll. Mao Zhou thought his fine brushwork skills were too poor.

"The fairies in this volume are so fierce." Gao Fan stroked his face and said, "Not only do they think my skills are too poor, but they even hit people."

"You child, are you alright? Who hit you? There...is no one else in the room?" Mrs. Feng felt that Gao Fan seemed to have a mental problem, so she asked Baobao Feng to take Gao Fan to the hospital. As for her , then she wanted Feng Yuan to be tidied up here, and finally got an excuse to come back, but she would not leave if there was no result.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Gao Fan waved his hands again and again, "I won't leave, I want to stay for dinner."

While talking, Gao Fan was still staring at the "Red Mansion Fragments", showing an expression of unwillingness. This expression was very similar to Feng Yuan's expression, which made Mrs. Feng and Feng Baobao feel very strange. He rolled his eyes, but didn't know what to do.

Gao Fan then started an intimate exchange with Feng Yuan.

"Sir, how long did you last?" Gao Fan asked.

"375." Feng Yuan said.

"So many!?" Gao Fan was surprised, he only drew the first one.

"How many are there?" Gao Fan asked again, "How many questions will the fairy give in the volume?"

"The statistics during the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty were 448 people. In the Republic of China, there was another "Character Spectrum of A Dream of Red Mansions", which included 721 people. The latest result of Professor Xu Gongshi of Shanghai Normal University is 975 people. I don't know which one to use." Feng Yuan said.

"It should be 448 people. She is from the Qing Dynasty, so she only knows this number." Gao Fan said.

"How do you know that she is from the Qing Dynasty...Huh? You also saw Fairy Juanzhong? This proves that I am not mentally ill!" Feng Yuan suddenly stood up.

Have you noticed this until now? Your concentration is so trance, there must be something wrong with your spirit. Gao Fan thought.

Chapter Two~