The Fantasy World of Chivalrous Disciples

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After arriving at this place, he always felt that everything he had experienced was a nightmare because this place was so unbelievable.

There is always a kind of thought in the eyes of the painter, at least he is like this: he is always obsessed with finding some kind of reality, just like the seasons, spring and autumn, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. After finding it, he can find it in the world.

When painting, the strokes are made with spirit, whether freehand brushwork or fine brushwork, they are essentially expressing the reality of a certain moment and a certain form in the objective world.

However, the existence of the holy land will subvert this idea. Can ordinary people just imagine and get the picture of snow-covered branches and flowers all over the mountains and fields at the same time?

"Is this Yinshan Mountain? This is obviously heaven!"

Zhong Ziqi has been sleeping almost every night these days and always feels very depressed. For this reason, today he decided to take his painting tools and return to the altar in the holy place as soon as dawn breaks, and continue to comfort himself on a small grassy slope.

"A painter has a painter's method, looking for the truth..."

This place was completely different from the shadowy mountains that Zhong Ziqi knew. The climate here was mild and humid, and the difference between hot and cold in the morning and evening was extremely small. It was as quiet and peaceful as a paradise. He intuitively felt that there had never been any wars involved here.

But in fact, a massacre with Taiping Taoists had just occurred here not long ago.

So he began to doubt whether the reality he felt with his eyes, ears, nose, and skin was real? Gradually, he even began to doubt the lingering images of his parents in his memory.

Unable to write, unable to write, unable to write.

If the artist himself does not believe everything he feels, then his paintings must be meaningless garbage.

I don't know how long it had passed, but Zhong Ziqi had been standing there without anyone disturbing him, until a burst of laughter and laughter came from the distance, and he saw four little blond and blue-eyed girls sitting on the floor in front of Bai Feng, vying to say they wanted to hear a story.

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Bai Feng talked about the past in an ordinary tone.

"It all starts with Zhao Kuo's betrayal."

Then he began to tell a fable about dreams and betrayal.

Zhong Ziqi didn't think there was anything special about this. He had already experienced enough about the evil of human nature after his parents passed away, so he fell into a trance after listening to Bai Feng say a few words.

"Wait!" He suddenly realized in his heart.

——This seemingly ordinary thing happened in the Holy Land, but it was the most incredible scene!

In this land beneath our feet, how many church disputes and believers have been fighting? No one would know. Maybe the Holy Lady would know better, but she didn’t dare to confirm. On that dreamlike day, the people of Taiping Road were covered in blood.

The head was still in front of me, but it was Bai Feng's decisiveness and Murong Yan's chant that brought about a brief moment of tranquility.

In other words, the ordinary scene that Zhong Ziqi is seeing now is a beautiful accident. At the same time, this accident is incredibly real!

He couldn't wait to draw a picture of this fleeting beauty.

After a while, the unknown servant beside Bai Feng also came over, but she only dared to look at him from a distance and did not dare to approach Bai Feng.

When Zhong Ziqi was grinding cinnabar to get paint, he asked: "Miss Ake, why don't you listen?"

Yu Ke did not answer directly, but asked: "Is Master Zhong painting? Are you painting my sworn brother and the others?"

"Yes." Zhong Ziqi said, "I don't know why, but whenever I see Brother Bai and the others, I really want to draw."

"You know your sworn brother very well?"

"No, I don't understand at all."

Yu Ke asked doubtfully: "Then why did Mr. Zhong spontaneously use Brother Bai as the title of his painting?"

"Because everything he said and did attracted me deeply. I didn't know his past or what he wanted to do, but he told me that I didn't understand my parents at all. He was the first

People who say this to me are either criticizing my painting skills or saying that I am not doing my job properly." Zhong Ziqi smiled at Yu Ke: "Only he expressed the confusion I have had for many years to my face.

The only reason for coming to Beizhen, even though we had just met at the time, he actually pointed out this matter directly."

Yu Ke was silent for a long time.

Seeing that she didn't want to talk, Zhong Ziqi started to finish his painting again.

From morning to noon, Bai Feng talked endlessly. When she was tired, she sat under the shade of a tree to rest with the four little girls. After the snow melted, water dripped on their faces along the leaf tips from time to time, which was refreshing and refreshing.

It's refreshing and makes people want to stretch out. The soft light shines through the leaves into the shadows, and the clothes on the body seem to be dyed green.

Zhong Ziqi looked at all this, constantly reminding himself that it was still a biting winter outside, but he was gradually able to accept the reality in front of him, and the feeling of painting became more and more comfortable.

"Um...Actually, I don't know my sworn brother at all." Yu Ke said suddenly: "At first, I thought he was a very free and easy, even very bohemian person, but sometimes, he is extremely gloomy and melancholy.

, he simply became a different person. Later, Sister Murong told me that the gloomy, sad, cautious step-brother was the former Bai Feng, and then I didn’t understand it even more."

Zhong Ziqi stopped writing and hesitated, and smiled honestly: "I just figured it out about this issue."

He faced Yu Ke and invited her to be the first person to view the painting: "I wonder if Miss A Ke would like to take a look at my painting?"

"Yeah." Yu Ke leaned over and took a closer look.

In the painting, Bai Feng stands in front of four little blond people, speaking freely and eloquently, with a heroic posture. The background is a black-and-white tree and grass, and only the people in the middle have color.

"Is this painting finished?" Yu Ke asked.

"Yes, there is only one name missing." Zhong Ziqi thought for a moment, clapped his hands excitedly, and said, "How about calling it "The Holy Son's Preaching Picture"?"

Yu Ke said awkwardly: "I don't understand this."

Zhong Ziqi explained: "The truth of the matter is that whether it is bohemian or gloomy and melancholy, it is all his. Believe in your own feelings and don't have any doubts. This painting is the work I will make after I no longer doubt myself."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! - The world has long lost its color, and the remaining people are still insisting on preaching. How to fill the vacancy will depend on them in the future.

"The so-called painting is something that the painter relies on his own feelings about the world and then expresses it on paper." Zhong Ziqi said: "Don't be confused because the facts are different from your previous understanding. Only by accepting it calmly can you find the truth."

A better self, and then discover a more real 'this world'."

At the end, he paused deliberately, and then continued: "I think my understanding of my parents will become deeper in this process."

Yu Ke nodded in understanding, "You draw really well."

The two arranged the painting tools and sent the painting to Bai Feng. After looking at it, Bai Feng said meaningfully: "I thought you would show it to Yu Wenxuan. He should know more about these things than me, but...

, I can see from this painting that there are ambushes on all sides, hiding murderous intentions, and it’s too dark outside to see clearly.”

As he spoke, Bai Feng pointed to the colorless area.

"Hahaha, it's such a simple understanding, but it's quite accurate." Zhong Ziqi admired.

As soon as he finished speaking, He Ba Yu'er put on a military uniform and came to Bai Feng, bowed and said: "Holy Lord, my brother He Basheng has arrived in front of the Holy Land and brought hundreds of people with him to ask Holy Lord to make a decision.

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"Don't call me Lord Holy Lord, I've told you so many times." Bai Feng stood up, and the other four little girls followed suit and said, "Let's go see what's going on first... By the way, Miss He Ba

Have you really decided to betray your own brother?"

"I have no choice, but I will defend the Holy Land and the Saint to the death. If Mr. Bai wants to kill him, please tell me and let me leave early." He Ba Yu'er replied sternly.

Seeing that her face was ashen, Bai Feng could not bear to comfort her: "I will not kill anyone unless necessary, even if he was once my mortal enemy."

After a rather serious conversation, Bai Feng put on his black robe, took his sword, and walked out of the Holy Land with He Ba Yu'er.