As Master Kurong said, behind the door, it is his painting and the painting environment.After entering that door, what greeted him was a snowy world, like a severe cold deposited for endless years, and in an instant, it was the blood of Mu Long, and he felt cold to the bone.This is a world with only flying snow and no cold wind, and although the snow continues to fall in the void, it is always silent, and everything suddenly sleeps.On the vast snowfield, the figure of the herding dragon is like a white spot.When he stepped forward in the snow, the footprints behind him disappeared immediately, leaving no footprints.In the painting environment, in the painting scroll of Master Kurong, is there only this endless but lifeless snow?
Each painting should have its own unique meaning, which is the idea that the painter wants to express, and what does Master Kurong's painting want to express?
He said that only when Mu Long first enters the painting and then leaves Huazhong can he be considered successful and be able to see the things in the temple.However, in such a painting, Mu Long walked for a long time, but he was always in the vast snowfield, and there was a dead silence around him, without the slightest sound and vitality.If you don't even see the end, how can you get out?
What kind of character is Master Kurong, if he only walks like this, he can leave his painting, and he will not be called Master Kurong.At that moment, Mu Long stopped, he endured the cold, sat down in the ice and snow, abandoned all distractions, and meditated.His spirit is constantly perceiving everything around him.Although there is no life and a dead silence, the road is simple, and the simplest things often contain the truth of the road.I don't remember the years of cultivation, and I don't know how long Mu Long sat in the ice and snow, his whole body was buried by the snow, turning into an ice sculpture on the vast snowfield, as if it had completely lost its vitality, and at this time, the snow gradually stopped."
Withering is decay, silence is death......
Only by meditating in the snow and merging the state of mind with the painting can we see the true meaning of Kurong......
"At that moment, Mulong seems to have forgotten everything, no longer seeing himself as an outsider, but as a person in the painting, and everything in the painting is one.Only when you really enter the painting can you detach yourself from the painting, and if you can transcend the painting, you can get out of the painting.In the silence, Mu Long's heart became clearer and clearer, and when he opened his eyes again, this vast snowfield was different from before.The endless flying snow emits a stream of light, interweaving scenes in the void, in which the people and the scenery are very realistic, as if they have crossed endless time, constantly interpreting, telling a long story......
This is probably a story from a long time ago, and one of the figures, which Mu Long recognizes, is the previous Master Kurong.It's just that at that time, the other half of his body was still intact, handsome, elegant and dusty, and he was a rare beautiful man in the world.Master Kurong has a daughter, born with a very beautiful appearance, like a fairy who came out of a painting, Master Kurong spoiled her to the bone, regarded it as the most important fate, and the family was hidden in the mountains, free and worry-free.However, there were unforeseen circumstances in the sky, until one day, the heavens and the earth changed.The terrifying darkness descended on the world, devouring the world inch by inch, but wherever the darkness shrouded it, there were countless terrifying figures appearing, killing and slaughtering everything.Mountains and rivers collapsed, the sea dried up, and the blood of living beings gathered into a sea of blood, sweeping everything, and wherever they passed, there were no living creatures......
This is a period of time that even the history books dare not mention lightly - the Dark Blood Age!
This is the darkest and most terrifying era in this world, and the daughter of Master Kurong died in the dark blood age.Perhaps, at that time, he was not called Master Kurong, he was a peerless powerhouse, able to step into the dark and bloody battle without defeat, but he was also a father.After countless tragic battles, he returned bloodily, but there was no way to return home, his home had fallen into darkness, and his daughter disappeared without a trace.Crazy, he plunged into the darkness again, until he searched the whole world, there was still no trace of his daughter, and finally only found half a blood-stained handkerchief.He recognized that it was his daughter's handkerchief, and it was also his last relief.His home was ruined, and he clutched half a blood-colored handkerchief, and after a hundred years of sitting on the dark ruins, he built a tomb in its place, a lonely grave without a tombstone.Buried in the grave was the half handkerchief, the last thing his daughter had left in the world.Then he offered a pen, a pen ten thousand times sharper than a sword, with which he had torn through the darkness, and at that moment, he pierced the pen into his body, drew a line on his body, and divided his body in half, and the flesh of the right body was torn off by him with the pen one by one.Such an act is tantamount to torture, but he doesn't seem to feel the slightest pain, that is, he wants to use half of his body with his own hands, use his own flesh and blood as ink, use the void as paper, and paint with his heart.Probably, he painted countless paintings in his life, but he never invested as much as he did at that moment, because he used his own flesh and blood as ink to paint his daughter.In the middle of the ice and snow, under the withered dead tree, stood a woman with a peerless appearance, dressed in red, barefoot, helpless, hesitant, and frightened, standing under the tree, looking into the distance......
At the moment when the painting was completed, all the images came to an abrupt end and dissipated.At this moment, the sound of the wind that Mu Long heard, the cold wind, blew his clothes into a hunting sound, and everything around him seemed to come to life.In front of Mu Long's eyes, it was still icy and snowy, but in the snow, there was one more tree, a withered number, and there was a figure standing under the tree, dressed in red, barefoot, standing in the snow, looking into the distance......
"Isn't this the scene in the previous painting of Master Kurong?"
”Mu Long suddenly realized that at this moment, he seemed to have just entered the painting.It's just that all the scenes in front of me are exactly the same as in the painting, except for the people.In Master Kurong's painting, it is his daughter, the woman with a peerless appearance, like a fairy in the painting, and at this moment, in front of Mu Long's eyes, there is an old woman under the tree.Her body is already rickety, she can't straighten her waist, her hair has turned white, her face is full of wrinkles, and even her eyes have become extremely cloudy, which can probably be summed up in eight words, that is, drooping old age, wind and candles."
I ......
It seems to be waiting for someone, but I never know, who am I waiting for?
”The old woman was still looking into the distance, and her voice was full of vicissitudes."
What about you......
Do you know who you are?
”Mu Long stepped forward and asked.Hearing this, the old woman shook her head, and her cloudy eyes became more and more confused."
Is she the person in Master Kurong's painting?
If not, why is everything around here the same?
But if so, will the person in the painting also grow old?
”At this moment, Mu Long looked at the old woman, and his heart was full of doubts.