Chapter 522: Queen: Your disability has nothing to do with me, don't touch me

[Painted Armor] The white gas comes from the Bai family of Jianshan.

He was quite talented in swordplay and had already mastered some of Jianshan's sword moves when he was only five years old.

He even looked at his grandfather and asked, "Why are people so surprised at something that he just gestured to?" '

As for what he called naturally demonstrating, in fact, let alone a five-year-old child like him, even an adult in his twenties who wanted to practice it would have to work hard for several months before he could get the hang of it.

But when he entered Jianshan Academy at the age of six and began to learn to read and write, he had no interest in what the teacher said. Instead, he looked at the white paper in front of him and the potted plants on the table, and began to paint out of interest.

The first time he painted, Bai Qi was actually a little dissatisfied because he felt that something was missing, so he started painting again.

Then he was caught by the teacher and made to stand outside as punishment.

But Bai Qi thought about the feeling of painting just now.

He used to think sword practice was interesting, because all he had to do was swing the sword like that, but just now, drawing seemed more interesting than sword practice?

As he thought of this, Bai Qi squatted down, picked up a wooden stick on the ground, dipped it in water from a pond, and started painting on the bluestone slab while looking at the fish in the pond.

"That kid has been a little obsessed with painting lately. I rarely see him practicing swordsmanship. Should he control himself? If his father comes out of seclusion and sees him like this, he might get angry."

"Well, control it. Although the second kid's painting is indeed very good, even Master Liu praised it, but after all, we are disciples of Jianshan, and practicing swordsmanship is the right way. I will urge him to practice swordsmanship starting tomorrow."

The next day, Bai Qi refused to practice sword because he wanted to go to the mountains to paint.

The result was that he was forced to practice swordplay.

But with the sword in his hand, Bai Qi was still thinking about painting. The sword was like a pen, and everything in front of him seemed like a blank piece of paper.

Naturally, the sword moves were a mess.

His grandfather happened to have come out of seclusion and saw that Bai Qi was not as good as before. After learning the whole story, he destroyed all of Bai Qi's paper and pen, leaving only the sword to Bai Qi.

He looked at Bai Qi and said, "Focus on practicing sword skills in the future. Painting and other trivial studies will only distract you." '

Bai Qi didn't say anything, but being a smart man, he had actually anticipated this day and had hidden paper, pen and ink long ago.

So when no one is around, he will still paint.

He became more and more obsessed and devoted himself to the painting. With every stroke, mountains, rivers and grass appeared on the paper. Bai Qi's talent in painting was fully revealed. The painting was shown to Feng Jingtang and his friends by Bai Qi. All of them were amazed. The painting was even shown to Master Liu by his friends. Master Liu was amazed and mistakenly thought that it was the work of some great artist.

But some friends also shouted that it was "painted by white gas".

Master Liu was even more surprised, and the people around him who heard it were also surprised.

Then, the head of the Bai family, who had been troubled because Bai Qi had not made any progress in swordsmanship, learned about this and understood why Bai Qi had not made any progress.

However, Bai Qi had already thought of this matter, so he ran to the grandmaster Zhong Xiuxiu, the grandmaster that no one dared to offend in Jianshan.

Bai Qi didn't know much about this grandma. He only knew a little from Feng Jingtang.

This grandma lives on Wangshou Peak of Jianshan Mountain. Every day she stands on the cliff at the top of the mountain looking towards the north, as if she is waiting for someone. However, this grandma said that she cannot wait and is just looking.

Bai Qi didn’t understand at that time.

Moreover, he is clearly the Grandmaster of the End, but he does not have his own sword. It would be very strange not to have his own sword in a place like Sword Mountain where swords are everywhere.

But this grandma was very kind. After Bai Qi told her his story, she let Bai Qi paint here and no one could disturb him.

When Bai Qi's grandfather came in a threatening manner and saw Zhong Xiuxiu, the head of the Bai family did not dare to act rashly.

And Zhong Xiuxiu just asked Grandpa Baiqi to pick up the painting on the table and look at it for herself.

When Grandpa Bai Qi picked up the painting on the table, he was stunned. The painting showed a sword mountain, but for some reason he could feel the sword intent.

But if you feel it carefully, it is not the sword intent in the painting, but because the painting is too similar. The Sword Mountain is natural. Over the years, countless swordsmen have practiced here, and it is as if the sword intent exists. Just looking at the painting drawn by his grandson makes him feel as if he is there, and he inexplicably "feels" the sword intent of the Sword Mountain.

Then Zhong Xiuxiu spoke up, "If you don't want to practice swordplay, then don't do it. If you want to paint, then paint. I'm the one who makes the decision. Besides, practicing swordplay doesn't necessarily mean you can get what you want." '

No matter what, Grandpa Baiqi didn't dare to offend Zhong Xiuxiu, the aunt of the master of Jianshan Mountain, so he had to agree reluctantly.

Bai Qi asked Zhong Xiuxiu why she helped him.

Zhong Xiuxiu said, 'Someone once said, do whatever you want, say whatever you want, I am here, no one dares to stop you. '

Bai Qi didn't understand at that time, but with Zhong Xiuxiu's protection, Bai Qi completely threw away the sword in his hand, started painting completely, and became more and more obsessed with it.

There is no need for any teacher to teach him. As he said when he was practicing sword, "it just comes naturally."

Behind the mountains, rivers, plants and trees are people and animals.

Bai Qi became more and more adept at painting, and gradually many people in Jianshan knew that the boy from the Bai family was an expert in painting!

Moreover, every time Bai Qi drew a picture of the swordsmen practicing swordsmanship on the mountain, he would send the painting away. The swordsmen in the painting were all vigorous and their paintings were exquisite.

After spending a long time with Zhong Xiuxiu, Bai Qi discovered that this grandma was actually quite strange, because she was always talking to herself, but Bai Qi didn't care about it.

He was full of energy and ambition at that time, so Bai Qi started to paint Zhong Xiu Xiu, but the results were always unsatisfactory, because Bai Qi could not understand the expression of the grandmother when she was sitting on the stone and looking towards the north, let alone paint it.

The only time she was satisfied with a painting, when she gave it to Zhong Xiuxiu, the grandmother smiled and said, "If there was a painter like you back then, maybe you could have painted that picture." '

Then Zhong Xiuxiu looked towards the north again.

At that time, Bai Qi wanted to know the story of the grandmother in front of him for the first time.

After all, if you want to draw a person, you have to know this person's story, his personality, hobbies and dislikes, everything.

But when asked about it, Feng Jingtang said that he was not very clear either, so he ran to find his grandfather and others, but no one told him. It was as if it was a taboo, and the older generation kept silent about it.

Finally, Bai Qi plucked up the courage to ask Zhong Xiuxiu.

Zhong Xiuxiu smiled and said, "No one talks about it, it's not a taboo. I'm just waiting for someone who won't come. But after waiting for so long, I can't tell whether I'm waiting for her or forgetting her." '

Then, Zhong Xiuxiu said, "She was a female sword fairy. You have heard her story, and everyone in Jianshan has heard her story. Everyone in the world has heard of it. '

Bai Qi asked, "Didn't that person come back?" '

Zhong Xiuxiu smiled and said, "She won't come back." '

Hearing this answer, Bai Qi was stunned and subconsciously asked, "Then why are you still waiting?" '

Zhong Xiuxiu smiled, then continued to look towards the north, and after a long time replied, "I can't bear to forget her." '

Bai Qi didn't understand, but he also knew that he couldn't ask any more.

But he also found out that Grandma Zhong was waiting for the sword fairy.

Everyone in Jianshan knows about the female sword fairy, even children know about it.

Bai Qi looked at Grandma Zhong who was sitting there at dusk. He wanted to draw her. He wanted to draw the female sword fairy and show it to Grandma Zhong.

But he collected all the stories in Jianshan and found all the female swordsmen in Jianshan.

Spent countless photos.

The result was that the painting could not be done, because no matter how beautiful the woman in the painting was, Grandma Zhong would always smile and then continue to look towards the north.

After a few more years, Bai Qi understood one thing: 'There are countless painters in the world, but none of them can paint a piece of sadness.' There are some things that cannot be painted, at least not for the current him.

So he painted a female sword fairy, who was standing in front of the Sword Mountain, flicking the chin of another woman with her middle finger.

He did not paint the faces of the two women, but their expressions and behavior are particularly lifelike, and the sword fairy is elegant and graceful. You can imagine the sword fairy's expression just by looking at the painting, but you have to imagine her face yourself.

Bai Qi took the painting to show Grandma Zhong.

Grandma Zhong looked at the painting, and as she looked at it, she smiled and cried.

Bai Qi didn't say anything, and Feng Jingtang didn't say anything either.

A few days later, Grandma Zhong passed away.

Grandma Zhong left holding the painting.

The master of Jianshan Mountain did not bury the old Jianshan elder in the sword tomb as per the Jianshan tradition, but went against the ancestral teachings and buried her in the place where she often stayed.

Bai Qi didn't say a word the whole time, just watched.

The day before Grandma Zhong passed away, Bai Qi stayed by her side and asked, "Do you regret it?" '

Grandma Zhong didn't say anything, she just smiled and looked towards the north.

Bai Qi knew that Grandma Zhong did not regret it, and if possible, she would continue to wait.

Bai Qi didn't understand why Grandma Zhong was looking at the north, but once Grandma Zhong said that when the man left, he was walking towards the north.

That day, after everyone left, Bai Qi and Feng Jingtang sat beside the tomb, on the stone where Grandma Zhong often sat.

"I'm going to go down the mountain to see all the people in the world, draw a picture of that sword fairy, and burn it for Grandma Zhong."

Bai Qi suddenly said this.

Feng Jingtang didn't say anything, just said "um" and then said "together". '

The two boys, about fifteen or sixteen years old, went down the mountain.

Bai Qi has seen many beauties in the world today, and has searched for the whereabouts of the female sword fairy for a long time, but he really cannot draw the style of that sword fairy.

Later, [The Jade Lady Record] was born, and he became one of the Thirteen Jia [Painted Jia], and became famous!

However, people in the world only believed that it was the "Jade Beauties Record" painted by Bai Qi after he had seen all the beauties he had seen.

Little did they know that the women recorded in the Jade Beauty Records were all failed creations of the Sword Immortal.

As you get older, you understand more.

Bai Qi understood why Grandma Zhong would always feel dazed every time she saw the sword fairy she had drawn before.

Because it has been so long, so long that even she has forgotten what the sword master looked like. Maybe she would recognize him the first time she saw him, but the image in her mind is already vague.

That’s why Grandma Zhong was so moved when she saw the faceless sword fairy she had painted.

Bai Qi is now forty years old and has understood more truths.

I have never blamed others in my life, just because I met amazing people when I was young and I can never forget them.

Bai Qi was arrogant and lingered in red-light districts and brothels. He drank strong liquor from all over the world, hoping to stimulate himself with alcohol and create an illusion so that he could paint the female sword fairy.

But it’s always just a little bit off.

But he did not forget what he had promised his grandmother, so he still walked around and looked everywhere, wanting to see all the millions of people in Daxia.

In Yunmu Pavilion, he saw that woman, a stunning woman as beautiful as a clear spring.

At just one glance, Bai Qi knew that this woman was different from the sword immortal, because according to his understanding, the sword immortal did not look like a scholar.

But he was so amazed by the woman that he wanted to paint her.

But I can't draw it.

Just like the female swordsman he painted, who was full of stories but whom he had no idea where to start.

Not long ago, he met that woman again in West Lake. She was holding a knife and with one stroke of the knife, she made a lotus flower bloom above the West Lake. What a graceful demeanor!

At that moment, Bai Qi understood a lot of things, including why so many people in the martial arts world were amazed by the female sword fairy, and why so many old seniors remained unmarried and waited for the sword fairy all their lives.

He did not have any feelings for the female swordsman, but he understood everything.

Understand what "amazing" means.

I understood why I couldn't draw that swordsman.

I also found out one thing.

I can't draw that swordsman.

The sword immortal that I saw with my own eyes couldn't even draw it, let alone the sword immortal who could rival him or even surpass him.

If I can't fulfill my promise to my grandmother, what's the point of painting? What's the point of painting? What's the point of being the best painter in the world? It's all fake.

Tear up the painting, destroy the painting.

Holding a glass of wine in the drizzle, facing the sky, letting the rain fall on my body, the flowers on the beach are covered with fine rain, the trees and water are windy and the wind is gentle, everything is empty and illusory.

I'm just a joke.

At the archway of the courtyard, the servant beside Bai Qi looked at Bai Qi lying on the ground with his eyes closed and holding a glass of wine in his arms, and looked at Feng Jingtang with a worried look on his face: "Uncle Feng, my master has been like this since the Flower Tide Festival."

Feng Jingtang frowned and immediately walked to Bai Qi: "What does it look like!"

As he spoke, he picked up the white gas.

The white mist was disturbed, and he opened his drunken eyes to see who it was.

It turned out to be Feng Jingtang, and he immediately laughed: "Jingtang? Why are you here?"

Feng Jingtang rolled his eyes even though he was caught in the rain. He was still reeking of alcohol, but he looked at Su Changan with an apologetic look on his face: "Madam, please forgive me."

Feng Jingtang felt a little embarrassed. He had thought that Su Changan was so stunning and outstanding, and knowing the target of his good friend Bai Qi, he wanted to introduce him to Bai Qi.

As a result, Bai Qi looks like this now!

Su Changan didn't care. He just looked at the white mist and thought about how he was drunk like a puddle when he met her at Yunmu Pavilion. Now it was the same again.

Wine putty.

Bai Qi did not resist Feng Jingtang at all, and was carried like this, but he muttered: "What Madam. Jingtang, I tell you, I can't draw anymore, but ah, I completely understand this kind of grandmother."

Feng Jingtang frowned as he listened to Bai Qi's nonsense.

And Bai Qi continued, "By the way, you went to the Sword Festival, right? Did you see the Sword Fairy? Were you amazed? Let me tell you, it was the Flower Tide Festival. No, it can't be said to be the Flower Tide Festival, it was at the Yunmu Pavilion where I saw her! What Sword Fairy? She didn't have a sword that day, only a pen and a piece of paper, and then... it was a miracle, the setting sun and the lone wild goose flew together, the spring water and the sky were the same color. What a vast and distant poem, I could never write it in my lifetime. I was amazed, with such a look and such literary talent..."

"But Jingtang, do you know? She can also use a knife. At the Flower Tide Festival on West Lake, I saw her graceful sword skills. She was so beautiful, more beautiful than all the female swordsmen in Jianshan combined. In comparison, they are all bullshit! It's a pity that she is just a swordsman. After all, I can't associate her with the style of that swordsman. Ouch."

When Bai Qi said this, Feng Jingtang threw him directly onto the corridor, and Bai Qi felt a little pain.

But slumped on the ground, leaning against the pillar, Bai Qi glanced at Feng Jingtang and then closed his eyes, muttering: "Jingtang, I can't paint anymore, I'm a joke. I've been pursuing for decades, just to paint that female sword fairy for Grandma Zhong, but in the end, I met a woman I can't paint, the one in Yunmu Pavilion, the one on the West Lake, I can't even tell which one is her. How can I paint that female sword fairy like this?"

When Bai Qi said this.

Su Changan said, "Wait a minute, I'm not taking the blame for this. This is the first time we've met properly."

Hearing this, Bai Qi turned his head and said, "What does it have to do with you? And you are..."

As he spoke, Bai Qi opened his eyes slightly and his words stopped abruptly.

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Ps: I took Gan Kang last night, but I was too sleepy and fell asleep. It will replenish my body, don’t worry.

(End of this chapter)