Late autumn nights.The lake is swaying, and the bright moonlight is sprinkled on the rippling lake, reflecting a sparkling beauty.The rippled water is like a huge mirror, reflecting the vast evening sky and the shining stars and moon, as well as the lonely boat on the lake.Chu Liuxiang, who was dressed in a dark robe, sat on the bow of the boat, his dark eyes were slightly lowered, and he was playing a piano music.The sound of the piano is melodious and gentle, and the melody of Ding Dong is like a spring flowing slowly in the mountains.This song is the one that Wuhua played when Chu Liuxiang saw Wuhua for the first time.At this moment, Chu Liuxiang was playing while recalling the scene when she first met Wuhua.Chu Liuxiang thinks about it now, maybe it was the first encounter that was too strong and amazing, which left such an indelible impression in his heart.At that time, he was still an unrestrained ranger, and Wuhua was still a world-famous monk, and they drank freely on a small lonely boat, without any conspiracy or calculation.Chu Liuxiang is not a person who is accustomed to nostalgia for the past, but if the memory of the past involves no flowers, he can't help but think about it, let alone recall.Even the moment his fingers touched the seven-stringed guqin, he had the illusion that Wuhua was sitting next to him and talking to him, as if everything was back to the past.But that's often the case.There is no way to turn back time, and it will not stop for anyone.It's been a few months since Wuhua left the Sanyu boat.His wounds had long since healed, he had healed his wounds, but the man who had allowed him to recuperate was missing.At first, Chu Liuxiang thought that it was a fake news deliberately released by Tianfeng Shishilang and Nangong Ling, until he later found Nangong Ling, and now when he was looking for Wuhua with a haggard face and going crazy, he realized that this was not fake news, Wuhua was really missing, no one knew where Wuhua went, he was like a world steamed, and he went to a place where no one could find it alone.Thinking of this, Chu Liuxiang's heart throbbed again, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly at this moment.He closed his thin lips tightly, just stared at this seven-stringed guqin, and laughed when he looked at it.It's laughter that isn't pleasant, it's bitterness and unwillingness.Chu Liuxiang picked up the wine jug placed on the side and poured the spicy liquor into his stomach in a big gulp, as if he could temporarily paralyze his nerves and not be so uncomfortable.“… Flowerless ......
No flowers......"
Chu Liuxiang read the name in a low tone, and her voice contained all kinds of complicated feelings.Chu Liuxiang knew very well that not only him, but also many people were like him, and they had been looking for no flowers.It's also a laugh, as Wuhua disappears for longer and longer, those who originally despised and spurned him after knowing Wuhua's true eyes actually began to miss Wuhua.Even with the passage of time, after the anger they had when they knew the truth dissipated, they began to choose to forget about the non-flower, they missed the flower, and missed the seven wonderful monks who were proficient in everything.The human heart is really delicate at the moment.When a person who has made a mistake is in the public eye, everyone will reproach him and say that he is no, and then one day, this person disappears, disappears from their lives and does not appear again, and they gradually remember that person used to be.It's really contradictory, but it's also very true.Chu Liuxiang shook her head and smiled, with a bit of self-deprecation.He laughed at those people, and he himself was not selfish.Thinking of this, Chu Liuxiang poured another big sip of wine.At this time, the lake was rippling, the lonely boat shook lightly, and a woman in red appeared behind Chu Liuxiang.Li Hongsleeves looked at Chu Liuxiang, who was sitting on the ground with a decadent face, and his brows furrowed tightly.Since Chu Liuxiang learned that Wuhua was missing, she has become more and more depressed day by day, the humor and sunshine of the past are gone, and the whole person is full of decadence.Now Chu Liuxiang has lost his spirit, just like the light in his life has completely disappeared.Li Hongsleeve couldn't get used to Chu Liuxiang's model, she walked to Chu Liuxiang's side, kicked Chu Liuxiang with her foot, and said coldly: "Wuhua is missing, not dead, look at your current painting of soullessness, dead or alive, like what!"
”Li Hongsleeve's words all revealed a sense of unsuccessful steel.She hoped that Chu Liuxiang could cheer up, even if she couldn't return to the chic of stepping on the moon and leaving incense, at least it shouldn't be like now.Li Hongsleeve said: "Where did Chu Liuxiang go!"
You ......"
Li Hongsleeve didn't finish speaking, and the lonely boat shook for a short time, and the person who came was Song Tian'er, she was holding a note in her hand, it seemed that because she had come all the way, her breath was panting, she quickly came to Chu Liuxiang's side, and said to Chu Liuxiang very excitedly: "Look at this!"
This is what I found on the three gardenia boats, and it's a note left by Wuhua!
”As soon as Song Tian'er's last word fell, Chu Liuxiang took the note in Song Tian'er's hand, opened the note eagerly, and saw that a few lines of words were written on the note......
Wind and dust foreign objects, when there are no flowers, no flowers, that is, no flowers.The world without flowers, the heaven and the earth are withered, the sky is dim, and it is a desert.After breaking down, only by giving up first can we be reborn.In the future, flowers replaced gray "color".This familiar handwriting, the familiar stroke, is indeed from the hand of Wuhua.Chu Liuxiang stared at these lines for a long time.Then, he suddenly laughed, this smile was no longer a decadent self-deprecation, a kind of sudden enlightenment after figuring it out.Chu Liuxiang understood the meaning of no flower.Wuhua is indeed missing.However, although Wuhua is gone, a new name will appear.After breaking, flowers replace gray "color", Chu Liuxiang knows that no flowers are not leaving forever, but will appear in a new state.Maybe when they meet again, what he needs to do is to get to know Wuhua again.Chu Liuxiang completely perked up at this time, and then he seemed to suddenly think of something, his eyes flashed, he stood up suddenly, flew with a light skill, tapped the lake with his toes, and quickly flew towards his three gardenia boats.Seeing this, Li Hongsleeve quickly followed."
Huh?
You and me!
”Song Tian'er shouted from behind.Chu Liuxiang returned to his three-way boat and turned out two rolled up paintings from a cabinet in the room.He opened the two scrolls, and both of them were painted by the same man, which was painted by Chu Liuxiang when Wuhua was still asleep.The painting on the left is the one he first painted at that time, wearing a red robe with a black hair without flowers, and the painting on the right is a flowerless with a calm face wearing a snow-white monk's robe.Chu Liuxiang still remembers that at that time, he didn't want to admit that what he liked in his heart was the person Wuhua, not how Wuhua.He stubbornly said to himself that the Wuhua that attracted him was the Seven Wonderful Monks, the kind Wuhua who didn't even want to be contaminated with a trace of murderous aura even with the sound of the piano, and the Wuhua who was full of calculations and evil eyebrows.Thinking about it now, Chu Liuxiang realized that she was so smiling at that time.What he likes is Wuhua, whether it is the elegant and dusty one in disguise, or the evil and ruthless one, he likes it, because they are all part of Wuhua."
You hurried back just to find two paintings?"
Li Hongsleeve walked to Chu Liuxiang's side, looked at the two paintings on the table, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart.Chu Liuxiang nodded, and after collecting the painting with a red dress without flowers, he looked at Li Hongsleeve, "Do me a favor." ”Li Hongsleeve asked, "What's the matter?"
”Chu Liuxiang leaned down slightly and said something in Li Hongsleeve's ear.Hearing this, Li Hongsleeve stared at Chu Liuxiang for a few seconds with a complicated gaze, "Are you sure?"
”Li Hongsleeve asked."
Hmm."
Chu Liuxiang replied with certainty: "Sure." ”Li Hongsleeve nodded and responded: ". ”Second.Li Hongsleeve was ready to leave early in the morning, and it seemed that he was preparing to go on a long trip.Seeing this, Song Tian'er stopped Li Hongsleeve, "Where are you going?"
”Li Hongsleeve said: "Go to Shaolin." ”Song Tian'er was puzzled: "Why are you going to Shaolin in a dignified manner?"
”"Send something."
When Song Tian'er heard this, she suddenly became even more puzzled, "Send something?"
What to send?
”Li Hongsleeve pursed her lips and smiled, "Send a painting." ”At this time, Song Tian'er reacted, "Is it a portrait of no flowers?"
”"Yes," Li Hongsleeve nodded lightly and said with a smile: "It's a portrait of no flowers." ”Hearing this, Song Tian'er blinked her eyelashes, tilted her head slightly, and said with some doubt: "What does Chu Liuxiang mean?"
Why did he send the portrait of Wuhua to Shaolin?
”Li Hongsleeve didn't answer, but glanced at the rippling seawater, and her mind couldn't help but recall what Chu Liuxiang said to her last night.He said that the flowerless dressed in white belonged to Shaolin.He hopes to retain the glory that Wuhua once had, and he hopes that the beauty of Wuhua as a Seven Wonderful Monk can be preserved, and it can be left in the place where he grew up.He hopes that those who have liked and missed the flowers can always remember the plain clothes and white socks, the elegant and dusty flowers, so he wants to leave the flowers and the moon to Shaolin, and leave it to those who like the seven wonderful monks.As for the red-clothed Wuhua, the imperfect, ruthless and evil Wuhua who is in a real state, and the Wuhua without any disguise, will be left to him Chu Liuxiang.Stay on his side, and it's all his own.He Chu Liuxiang was originally a ranger, so along the way, let him take this painting to find Wuhua, look for Wuhua who broke down and returned.No matter the time, no matter the deadline.
[Xiaohong, do you think Chu Liuxiang will send that painting to Shaolin?]
][Yes.] ]After Fu Zhenhong had just finished answering the question of the weak chicken system, there was a data detection news from the Time and Space Administration - Fu Zhenhong, a veteran raider of Ding ————, unlocked the plot fusion props ——— ancient paintings.The plot of the martial arts world line is connected, and the overall strategy progress of the martial arts world selection: 100% selection: Ling Hu Chong, sensitivity 100% selection: Chu Liuxiang, sensitivity 100% At the same time, Fu Zhenhong's mind was also passed into a painting——— that is, the head of Shaolin, Wuxiang, who sent Li Hongsleeve to his portrait carefully......
A painting placed in the Shaolin Zangjin Pavilion.