"In the winter of the second year of Jingping, on the emperor's birthday, there was a grand banquet for the ministers and guests from all over the world. Envoys from all countries were sent to congratulate him, and each presented treasures for his birthday.

"At the beginning of the banquet, the singer and dancer performed the Shining Dance, and danced to the side of the envoy of Dazu. The envoy coughed violently, and the cup in the dancer's hand fell to the ground. The prince ordered the dancer to retreat, and summoned strange people from the Immortal Mansion to perform magic tricks in the court.

To show the spirit of immortality in the country, and the emergence of great scholars in large numbers."

In the corner of the main hall, there is a young official writing with a pen.

After putting away his pen, he raised his head again and looked seriously into the hall.

I saw a man wearing a crane-feather robe walking in. He was a tall, thin middle-aged man who looked like a crane. He was holding a pen in his hand.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Highness, as well as all the civil and military officials, foreign envoys, as well as Lin Zhenren, Fan Tianshi, and the poor Taoist Wu Wenxia, ​​who practiced Taoism in Yunzhou and learned some magic."

Taoist He Yu came in and first saluted everyone in the hall.

He even specifically mentioned Lin Jue and Fan Tianshi,

"Wu Wenxia—"

The young official murmured even more, but couldn't help but follow his gaze and look over there at Master Lin and most of the people in Master Fan Tian's palace.

Then I heard this Wu Wenxia continue to say:

"Today is your Majesty's birthday. I wish your Majesty the blessings of the East Sea and the longevity of the Nanshan Mountains. But the East China Sea is 2,600 miles away from here and the Nanshan Mountains are very close. But how can you see them in the palace today? It just so happens that I am a poor Taoist.

Get a hand at painting

Originally, today there is a real heavenly master who can slay demons and demons here, and Pindao should not show it to show his ugliness. However, since he was invited by His Highness the Crown Prince, Pindao used the wall of this palace as a cloth to draw a birthday painting for His Majesty.

Compared with the map of Nanshan in the East China Sea."

After hearing this, both the civil and military officials in the DPRK and China knew that it would not be simple. Only some envoys from small countries, with limited knowledge and little understanding of the culture of the Central Plains, really thought they were going to paint.

In any case, everyone's eyes also showed a look of expectation, and Ju Qing looked at it.

Young civil servants still take notes carefully.

I saw Wu Wenxia walking to the wall and waiting for the people around him to bring ink. He dipped his pen in the ink and walked casually on the wall with the brush as big as a broom in his hand. He painted on the wall with a few simple strokes quickly and smoothly.

A stone mountain towering into the clouds appeared, and he dipped his hand in ink, pressed and lifted it on the wall, and highlighted a flying bird in the mountain. This stone mountain became more spiritual.

Everything happens in just a few breaths, but the painting is very charming.

Wu Wenxia did not stop, but walked to another wall and walked back and forth for several sections in the same way.

Then he drew a rough sea on the wall.

Then he dipped his hand in ink and smeared it on the waves a few times, and waves appeared in the sea. He pressed the ink a few more times, and there were flying birds and jumping fish on the sea surface.

Also only for a few breaths.

After seeing these two paintings painted in such a short time, some envoys from small countries were already amazed. But when they were about to applaud, they saw that most people did not move, so they sat down again.

Wu Wenxia put away his pen and turned to smile at everyone.

An apprentice handed him a small cup of paint.

It's yellow paint.

Wu Wenxia picked it up and drank it in one gulp.

Another apprentice brought another cup of cyan paint, and Wu Wenxia also picked it up and drank it into his mouth.

After doing this several times in a row, he drank several cups of different drinks. He raised his head as if gargling his mouth, mixed it in his mouth, and suddenly sprayed it towards the Nanshan Mountain on the wall in front of him.

"puff!"

The paint sprays out evenly.

There was nothing there at first, but when the paint slowly slid down and smeared naturally on the wall, the tall stone mountain was actually painted with colors. The earth-yellow stones, the green mountains and forests, and occasionally a few reds, probably in the autumn and winter on the mountain.

Red leaves, any color is just right.

Everyone in the hall was suddenly shocked.

Even the young civil servant in charge of writing the records opened his eyes wide and paused with his pen. After he came to his senses, he quickly lowered his head to write the records.

Wu Wenxia followed suit and swallowed the paint again, spitting it towards the other wall. The sea that was originally outlined with a few strokes of ink also took on color, making the pavilions look as if they were alive.

The blue sea and the blue sky are obviously different colors of paint sprayed from the same mouth. The strange thing is that the water vapor and nitrogen box where the sea and the sky meet is a gradual grayish white, while the waves are not stained with anything.

A little paint left a clean white color.

"Wow—..·

Many civil and military officials and envoys stood up and cheered.

"Good skills!"

"Good spell!"

Even Lin Jue was a little surprised.

Even the tiny fox on the table stopped eating and ran to Lin Jue's shoulder, stretching its neck and looking in that direction intently.

But when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, the prince was smiling, and Wu Wenxia had no intention of thanking him.

"Haha! You are so ridiculous!" Wu Wenxia smiled at them and said, "If this is the case, although it can win some wonder and joy from the hearts of all the important civil and military ministers and foreign envoys, how can it be worthy of His Majesty's performance today?

What about your birthday and your highness’s warm invitation?”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

Then he saw Wu Wenxia turning around, with his back to the two paintings, arms spread wide, and an unfathomable expression on his face.

He murmured a mantra in his mouth.

A breeze came into the hall, blowing his clothes and hair, and all the crane feathers were fluttering in the wind, making him look like a god for a moment.

The palace gradually became quiet until there was no sound.

But suddenly, a crane's throat came from nowhere.

If it is there or not, it seems very far away.

But immediately there was a second sound.

"throat··.-·

This sound was much closer and clearer.

Everyone looked at the sound and saw that the bird that Wu Wenxia had carved out with his fingernails on the lush "Nan Mountain" actually started to move and was slowly flying towards them.

And when I looked carefully, I realized that although the whole mountain was big, it seemed to be moving slightly, as the wind was blowing the forest.

For a moment, it seemed that this was not a painting, but a mountain. And this was not a wall, but a window looking at the distant mountains.

Everyone widened their eyes for a moment, amazed, and then held their breath.

Just as they focused their attention on "Nanshan", they suddenly heard the sound of waves again.

Everyone turned their eyes and saw on the other wall that the sea had become rough without knowing it, with waves lapping and lapping one after another.

"Ah~"

There was the sound of seagulls.

There is silvery white jumping out of the water.

The envoy from the Western Regions who was close to the wall was already dumbfounded. He raised his head and was reluctant to lower his head even though his neck was sore. He just stared blankly at this scene.

Suddenly there was a snap!

Captured by the waves! A splash of water suddenly shot out from the wall!

The envoy was caught off guard and was suddenly drenched in water. His clothes were soaked all at once.

And the water splashed on the ground, splashing in all directions, and splashed on the bodies and faces of countless envoys. The cool and moist feeling kept telling them that the water was real.

Even licking my lips, they were so salty and bitter.

"ah!!"

A group of envoys were shocked and stood up and left their seats.

The waves were still coming one after another, and water kept pouring out of the walls. It didn't take long for a thin layer to accumulate on the ground in the hall.

Even people who are far away still have their shoes wet.

Lin Jue lowered his head, and the fox on his shoulder also lowered his head.

Lin Jue bent down and stretched out his hand into the water. The cold water could not deceive anyone.

Just a little palpitating in his heart told him that this was a magic spell.

"Canvas Narikawa·——."

Lin Jue murmured to himself, remembering this word.

He raised his hand, his fingers still wet, and placed it next to his shoulder.

The fox came closer and sniffed, then looked away.

At the same time, the young civil servant in charge of writing records stared blankly at the surging waves.
To be continued...