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Author: Raising cats every year

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The night rain was gurgling, the gilded incense burner was rising, and the room was filled with light rosin.

The rain hits the eaves and washes the moss on the stone steps. With a "bang", the tiles on the eaves fall off, and the birds that perch on the falling are frightened.

The old monk in a yellow robe pressed a white piece on the chessboard, touched his white beard, and sighed, "I can't get it down, I won't get it down anymore, I'm giving up."

Opposite the board, the young man smiled gently, and his slender fingers were playing with the dark ball, "You haven't lost yet."

"I was forced to retreat by you, how could I go?" The old monk glanced at him, "Mingji, I haven't seen you for a while, you are here to see me for a joke."

Li Mingji refused to answer, lowered his head and focused on fiddling with the chessboard.

The old monk said quietly: "Mingji, I have seen your recent paintings, but what are the difficulties?"

The old monk is an elder of Ning'an Temple, with the name Shu Yi. He has been practicing for many years and is obsessed with calligraphy and painting. The name of the monk is famous in the capital. It was several years ago that he met Li Mingji. The sixteen-year-old boy carries wooden boards and paints in the market. His pen is calm and majestic, and he has a maturity that is inconsistent with his age.

Later, Li Mingji often came to Ning'an Temple and was called his master and disciple with Elder Shuyi. In just a few years, Li Mingji's attainment in calligraphy and painting has become perfect, and has been sought after by literati and poets in the capital, and it is hard to find a fortune.

Who would have thought that the painter "Qingyan" who was popular in the capital is now just as powerful as the champion?

"No," Li Mingji smiled, "Master, okay."

Elder Shuyi looked closely and saw that the situation had changed on the chessboard. Bai Zi, who was surrounded by all sides, rushed out of the encirclement and actually broke out of the black Zi.

"What a dead person to live!" He whispered, "Mingji, have you learned my painting skills and even your chess skills surpassed me?"

"Mingji dare not."

Elder Shu Yi just joked, his eyes moved away from the chess game and fell on several paintings sent by Li Mingji.

Although the young man intentionally concealed it, but the elder understands his painting method and can find a difference by looking closely. Compared with the past meticulous work and hidden sharpness, the lines of these paintings are loose, but the pictures are majestic and majestic, showing a solemn and murderous spirit. Especially the picture of the yellow sand in the desert, which is strong and powerful, and has a sharp edge, as if it is experienced by one person.

The painting is a reflection of a person's heart. With such a huge change, the elder Shu Yi can only attribute it to the difficulties encountered by Li Mingji.

Li Mingji's eyes were slightly closed, and he observed Elder Shu Yi quietly.

In the ten years of Xing'an, the capital was in great danger. Elder Shu took the lead in going down the mountain to save patients. Unfortunately, he died of illness. He had not seen Elder Shu for many years and had not lifted up his brush for many years.

His birth was like a curse. His mother was killed, and the people close to him left him one after another. Jiaojiao also died in his arms. Perhaps his life should not be lost, and he had the opportunity to do it again.

"Speaking of this, there is a distinguished guest in the temple tomorrow, and the little princess is going to go up the mountain to stay again," said Elder Shuyi sighing, with a little compassion in his eyes. "It is said that the eldest princess was in love with her husband and wife during her lifetime, but every year the little princess went up the mountain to pray for blessings, and there was no sign of Qin Yanghou."

Li Mingji said lightly: "The eldest princess chose to sleep here forever, and I don't think she likes to be bothered by others."

After Jiaojiao died, he had slaughtered all the Qinyang Marquis's family with his own hands. Jiaojiao disliked his hands being covered with blood, but he broke the precepts in front of her several times. Is it a relief to die for her?

It doesn't matter. This time, he will live like Jiaojiao's favorite.

Feeling the cold and gloomy young man, the elder Shu Yi closed his eyes and gently twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand: "Amitabha."

*

There was a heavy rain on the night before, and the mountain roads were muddy and rugged. It was already afternoon when I planned to go up the mountain in the morning and arrived at Ning'an Temple. Shu Yao was helped out by Chunrui. She endured her physical discomfort and tidied up her face. She held Mili and raised her eyes lightly, "Abbot."

The girl was wearing plain clothes without makeup. No matter how coquettish she was on weekdays, she didn't complain on such an important day. Every move was the demeanor of the royal princess.

"I've seen the princess," the abbot leaned on a long pound, bowed his hand, "The princess was exhausted and the vegetarian food has been prepared in the temple. Please come with me."

Shu Yao stays in the temple for three days every year, and there is a wing room specially prepared for her. The eldest princess is not happy and the prayer ceremony is very low-key. She only found out the Buddhist temple where the eldest princess is worshipped and the wing room where Shu Yao lives. There are still pilgrims walking around the temple. Seeing a carriage parked outside the temple, they whispered, guessing that a nobleman came to burn incense, but the abbot actually came to receive it in person.

The group gradually drifted away, Li Mingxuan, wearing a gray robe, hid behind the tree, and his eyes followed the graceful figure.

Chunrui looked back and saw pilgrims coming and going. Several young monks were cleaning the fallen leaves in front of the door. Shu Yao asked, "What's wrong?"

Chunrui shook her head, "Nothing is wrong."

The eldest princess was buried in the royal tomb. Few people know that her tablets were also enshrined in the Buddhist temple. The princess had a temper with Qin Yanghou for praying for blessings in her early years. Since then, Qin Yanghou's family has never gone up the mountain. How could she meet acquaintances here? She must have thought too much.

After using vegetarian food, the monk took Shu Yao to the Buddhist temple to burn incense for the eldest princess Yongning.

The prayer ceremony is very simple. Most of the time, Shu Yao is kneeling alone in the Buddhist temple to recite scriptures to comfort the dead.

Shu Yao originally wanted to take this opportunity to come to Ning'an Temple to ask the monks and ask about dreams and nightmare ghosts. Unexpectedly, after that time, she had not dreamed for several days. Not to mention the strange scenes, she didn't even have the most normal dreams, and she slept until dawn all night.

Could it be that she was thinking too much?

Shu Yao frowned slightly, rubbed her sore knees, walked out of the Buddhist temple and found several new paintings hanging on the corridor, including pine smoke, landscape, desert, magnificent and majestic, with the words "Qingyan".

Qingyan…

Although she has been learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, Shu Yao has an unsatisfactory personality and can't appreciate these things. Her uncle's family likes it very much. Shu Yao remembers that this painter named Qingyan, once went to the imperial study room, and his works were hung on the wall. His uncle said a lot of praise, saying that although this painting skills are not sophisticated, his style is unique, and Shu Yao also learns one or two.

As arrogant as the little princess Shu Yao, she didn't want to imitate others. She was hit so hard that she didn't get a pen for several days.

After a closer look, this painter named Qingyan is indeed a bit of skill. She paints scenes that Shu Yao had never seen before, which are grand and open and shocking.

"Li Erlangjun?"

The pine needle was calling out, arousing Shu Yao's attention. She turned around and saw Li Mingji standing behind her, her handsome eyebrows and eyes were stained with a hint of graceful smile.

"Princess."

He is so beautiful.

Shu Yao was shocked by this smile, and then she noticed that there was a little blood on Li Mingji's face, and she looked much better.

No wonder I have the intention to come out and walk around.

She hummed: "Isn't you asking you to recover from your injuries? Why did you come here?"

"Mingji has been much better thanks to the princess's love," Li Mingji said quietly, "Is the county's main inspection?"
Chapter completed!