During the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty, a young painter named Yu Changqing came to Luoyang City, who was skilled, but he had a characteristic of painting, that is, he never painted landscapes and vulgar things, only painted women, and he must be a beautiful woman with a graceful demeanor, so it was rumored that he loved beauty as crazy. On this day, he heard that there was a spirit in the Qingyao Mountains outside the city, and the appearance was extremely beautiful, and the people who had seen it praised it as the posture of captivating the city and the country, and after hearing the news, Yu Changqing couldn't wait to pack his luggage and go to Qingyao Mountain alone, intending to try his luck.
After a few days of long journey, he finally arrived at Qingyao Mountain, and as soon as he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he saw a young girl standing under the peach blossom tree, a gust of wind blew, and the pink petals fluttered and fell, like a rain of flowers. Judging from the girl's physical appearance, she is seventeen or eighteen years old, but she is tall and peachy, light in body, dignified and elegant in words and deeds, long black hair like the Milky Way, fair skin like jade, beautiful eyes, and a smile between the eyebrows and smiles reveal an indescribable charm, like a budding peach blossom, beautiful but not demonic, glamorous but vulgar, beautiful and incomprehensible.
When the girl saw Yu Changqing, a stranger, she was not afraid, and then bent her eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Where is this son going?"
Yu Changqing looked up when he heard the sound, and when he saw that the girl was so beautiful and moving, he hurriedly bowed his hand and said: "I am a painter in Xia, and I came to this Qingyao Mountain from Luoyang City mainly to paint. After hearing this, the girl hid her face and smiled: "The son is so Yaxing!"
Yu Changqing looked up at the innocent girl, that face was really beautiful, clear and bright eyes, curved willow eyebrows, long eyelashes trembling slightly, fair and flawless skin revealing a faint red powder, thin lips like rose petals delicate and delicate, beautiful like a fragile dream. Yu Changqing stared at the girl's eyebrows stupidly, and couldn't help but say, "This girl, can you allow you to draw a picture for the girl?" These words were obviously a little reckless, and the smile on the girl's face suddenly decreased when she heard it.
After seeing the girl's reaction, Yu Changqing realized that he was a little rude, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I offended the girl by thinking about it, please don't blame it." In the next place to leave, I hope the girl cherishes. After speaking, Yu Changqing turned around and left.
When he walked out fifty or sixty meters, the fog was much thinner at this time, and when he looked back, the girl's figure seemed more and more ethereal, as if it had dissolved between heaven and earth.
Yu Changqing walked in the mountains for a long time, and saw a lot of charms along the way, but he didn't have the desire to paint, looking at the rice paper in his hand that was as clean as snow, Yu Changqing's heart was full of beautiful girls at the foot of the mountain, under the peach blossom tree, smiling at himself, his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, he really looked back and smiled, and the beauty was rare to get!
Thinking in my heart, the beautiful woman walked for a long time unconsciously, until I felt that my legs were sore, so I stopped, found a towering tree with lush foliage, sat down and prepared to rest for a while before continuing to walk. Yu Changqing didn't bring much with him this time, except for a change of clothes, he brought a few pieces of rice paper and a brush for painting.
Yu Changqing's painting skills are not self-taught, but are taught by his master, and no one knows who his master is. Since he was a child, he followed his master to study painting in seclusion in the mountains and forests, but when he was better than the blue, his master drove him down the mountain alone, leaving the place where the master and apprentice had lived in seclusion for many years.
Yu Changqing was only seventeen years old at the time, and when he was still a teenager, he didn't understand why the master, who had always depended on him, wanted to take him down the mountain, and the master didn't give him more explanations, but just said to him: "This is your life, and at the same time, it is also your inescapable responsibility." In this way, Yu Changqing, who had nothing to do, left the wooden house where he had lived for more than ten years, and the only thing that accompanied him was the brush given to him by the master and the amazing painting skills.
Just when Yu Changqing was asleep, a soft and distant voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Childe, wake up! Don't sleep, wake up quickly!" Yu Changqing opened his eyes with difficulty, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had inexplicably slept under the big tree, at this time the sky was as blue as a wash, and the brilliant sunlight passed through the layers of leaves, forming a beam of thick and thin pillars of light shining on him, forming a faint round and gently swaying halo.
Yu Changqing shielded a ray of sunlight with his hand, and when he saw the girl's alluring face again, he suddenly wanted to paint again. Unexpectedly, before he could speak, the girl took the lead and said, "What Childe said before is still counting!"
Yu Changqing showed a rare look of surprise when he heard this, his lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only said: "Of course"! Yu Changqing spread out the rice paper that was as clean as snow, and then picked up the pen and began to walk on it, and the outline of the girl on the rice paper became clearer and clearer.
The girl suddenly spoke: "Childe, in fact, I came to look for you......" The speed visible to the naked eye gradually became blurred, but the eyebrows and eyes of the girl in the painting became clearer and clearer. As Yu Changqing's last stroke fell, the girl who was originally standing there disappeared.
Yu Changqing frowned and looked down at his slightly trembling hands, recalling what the girl had just said to him. It turned out that the girl had known for a long time that he was a seal painter, because ordinary painters would never call themselves "under the bottom".
At that time, the girl said that she knew that he was a painter but still came to look for him, which was to repay the grace of not killing back then. The towering ancient tree he relied on just now was actually a ghost, this dryad was very good at the art of dreams, once it was brought into a dream, he would never be able to wake up, and he would die in a dream without knowing it. However, Yu Changqing suffered from this technique just now, if she hadn't come in time to wake him up, I'm afraid that even if he would not have escaped the fate of becoming nourishment.
The girl said that she was a peach blossom demon, even if she died, there was nothing, but people like Yu Changqing couldn't die clearly, he also needed to continue to be a painter who punished rape and eliminated evil, and guarded the peace of the world by killing demons and demons.
Sealing artists are actually a very mysterious profession, they can seal the charm into the painting, as long as the spirit is sealed into the painting, just destroy the painting to kill the demon, or you will be trapped in the painting for the rest of your life.
Looking at the lady in his hand, Yu Changqing had a tear in the corner of his eyes, and the tears smashed a tear on the beautiful lady's picture. Since going down the mountain, Yu Changqing has sealed a lot of charms into paintings, and naturally destroyed a lot of paintings, he has always thought that the nature of spirits is evil, as long as they are demons, they are cunning and do all kinds of evil, but this flower demon is obviously a demon, and she also knows that she is their enemy, but she even rushed over to save him without hesitation.
Since then, Yu Changqing has changed his view of the charm, and at the same time he also knows that he is no longer a painter who kills all the evil demons in the world, since then, there is one less flower demon in the world who is pure and wise, and Yu Changqing's hand has an exquisite lady picture, he is waiting, waiting to find a way to release the flower demon, but unfortunately he did not find a way to release the peach blossom demon until he died.