Chapter 2977: Do nothing

The Qinglong Mountains spread thousands of miles like a galloping angry dragon, and the trees between the jungles are extremely tall and immortal for a century.

The more you go to the depths, the more dangerous you are.

Meng Fan has been wandering the Qinglong Mountains with the painter for many days, but, as usual, he has not seen any powerful beasts. The beasts in the high mountains seem to have disappeared. Only some hares and wild beasts can be seen. bird.

Meng Fan continued to paint, one picture per day.

At the very beginning, Meng Fan painted landscapes and landscapes. Gradually, there was nothing to paint, so he began to paint portraits. The first one was Gu Xin'er and the second one was mother.

By this day, Meng Fan even painted Lei Tao and Lei Hu. These are the last two people he has an impression of and can paint. Other people in Wuzhen, Meng Fan can't remember the specific appearance, and don't know how to write.

After nightfall, the painter was lying by the bonfire, closing his eyes to rest his mind. Meng Fan cautiously walked closer and asked respectfully: "Master, I don't know what to paint."

"Did you draw everything that you thought of in your mind?" the painter asked gently.

Meng Fan nodded.

The painter said again: "What you paint is what you have seen with your own eyes, why not paint some things that you haven't seen before?"

"How to draw something that you haven't seen before?"

"Imagine." The painter smiled and nodded Meng Fan's forehead: "Fantasy."

"But..." Meng Fan was embarrassed.

"In this way, I'll show it to you." The artist casually took out a tree branch that hadn't burned from the campfire, blew off a few sparks on it, and sketched it on the sandy ground.

This fascinated Meng Fan.

In the past, Meng Fan didn’t know how to paint, so as to what the mayor Gu Yuan and many other officials said, the painter had a charm in his pen, and he couldn’t understand it. These days, he followed the painter, and he obviously had no talent or painted anything. His own art has really advanced by leaps and bounds, something in his heart is vaguely opened, and he can really understand it.

Seeing the painter arbitrarily outline, some lines formed a very charming pattern.

This is a bird, but it is not an ordinary bird, with long wings and arms spread out, as if it is going to rise into the sky, just like a living one! Moreover, there is a posture of the king of birds.

It's just the lines, there is such a charm, if it is colored, isn't it more real?

Meng Fan looked at the king of birds and said idiotically, "Master, is this true, or did you imagine it?"

The painter smiled and said: "I imagined it, but how come it is not real?"

Meng Fan frowned: "Master, I don't understand."

These days, Meng Fan said “I don’t understand” many times. He really didn’t understand, but every time the painter smiled and didn’t say much, Meng Fan didn’t think it was a painter’s delusion. He understood the realm of a painter. It's very high. Even if he speaks it out, he won't understand it. It's better to think about it. Even if he wants to understand a little bit, he realized it by himself. It is much better than what others taught.

The master led the door, and the practice was personal.

This is an old saying.

But this time, the painter actually made a special case.

"Do you think beauty and ugliness really exist?"

The painter asked.

Meng Fan heard that this was the painter who wanted to enlighten himself, but he was very smart, but the previous days were too sluggish, and these days have gradually improved and become more energetic.

He immediately said: "Beauty and ugliness, maybe...doesn't exist. Uncle Gu Yao said that women should look good if they are fat, but I think...I think...or...or better-looking."

The painter couldn't help but laughed and sneered: "If beauty and ugliness don't exist, aren't they just imagined?"

Meng Fan was startled first, then dumbfounded.

Vaguely, he seemed to understand something.

The boundary between true and false suddenly became blurred.

"Also, God." The painter continued. "God, does it really exist? If it does exist, why are there so many people in the world who believe in so many gods? Some people think that the greatest **** in this world is a gentle old man, and others think, There is no greatest **** in the world, but there are many gods. If gods really exist, how can there be so many strange beliefs? It should be right for everyone to believe in a real god.

But regardless of whether the gods really exist, there will be various festivals every year to worship various gods, and also take out various tributes to worship the gods. Everyone believes that gods exist, and then gods exist. You Say, is there a difference between true and false? "

Meng Fan's eyes brightened.

"Go paint." The painter smiled. "You believe it is true, it is true.

Meng Fan immediately turned to paint.

Early the next morning.

Meng Fan finally finished his painting and handed it to the artist.

In the painting, it is a woman.

A charming woman wearing a black uniform and a bright red cloak, but to describe this woman as charming, I always feel a little inappropriate, because the woman’s face is full of heroic spirit, holding a sharp blade, standing on a mountain top Above, the woman's hair was gathered into a ponytail, floating behind her head.

The artist looked at the painting, put it down for a long time, and asked, "Who is this?"

Meng Fan shook his head: "Yes...I dreamed of it in a nightmare for a disciple."

"Do you dream of such a beautiful girl if you have a nightmare?" The painter smiled.

Meng Fan shook his head again: "In my dream, there are many beautiful people, lovely people, and admirable people. They are all beautiful, but the dream itself is terrifying."

"why?"

"Because these beautiful things are always fleeting, lost, more terrifying than never obtained."

"Losing is more terrifying than never getting? But losing, at least once owned, never got, is never owned. Owning it for a while, leaving a memory, or never owning, which is better?"

"This……"

Meng Fan hesitated.

After a long while, he hesitated and replied: "If you only eat salted vegetable porridge for the rest of your life, you will be happy, but if you eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas once, you will not be able to eat them again, it will be very painful."

This answer seems to be very meaningful.

The painter laughed and said: "I am most afraid of doing nothing in my life, and comforting myself to be ordinary and precious. This is like hiding your ears and stealing a bell. Whether you have eaten it or not, the delicacies of the mountains and the sea are there. If you don't eat it, you will never know the world. There are delicacies of mountains and seas. However, what you said is correct. People have different ideas."

The artist carried his big suitcase and continued to move forward.

Meng Fan quickly picked up his small suitcase.

The two masters and apprentices one after the other, continue to walk towards the depths of the Azure Dragon Mountain Range, but Meng Fan has a knot in his heart that can't be solved.

As he walked, he thought desperately, hoping to get rid of the lump.