Golden Summoner

The pheasant was tied under another tree more than thirty meters away from Xia Pingan's tree house. There was a grassland surrounding it, and nothing could block Xia Pingan's view.

The pheasant was croaking, pacing uneasily on the grass, and flapping its wings in an attempt to fly away.

After the old hunter and his son left, the mountain forest was both noisy and silent. Xia Pingan sat cross-legged in the tree house with his eyes closed, waiting patiently. He truly regarded himself as the return of his past, and made up his mind to paint his own paintings. Skills honed to the extreme.

The efforts, sacrifices, and determination that Li Guizhen made in order to paint tigers back then are really amazing.

Tigers are not good at climbing trees, but in this mountain forest, there are too many venomous insects and beasts that can climb trees. Leopards can climb trees, venomous snakes can also climb trees, and venomous insects can climb trees. In this environment, if you come to settle down in the forest to watch tigers, then It's basically like putting life and death aside.

This spirit is the foundation for a person's success.

There are a few pieces of cake and two water bottles in the tree house. This is Xia Pingan's food.

There is a clear stream nearby, which can solve the water source problem. If you want to be more convenient, you can only get down from the tree and go to the nearby grass to solve the problem. This life is not much different from that of the Youchao family. It is completely alive. into the state of primitive man.

In the past two days, the pheasant had been clucking, and Xia Pingan didn't even see a single tiger hair.

On the morning of the third day, Xia Pingan was sitting in meditation in the tree house. Suddenly, he felt that the forest outside suddenly became quiet, and a strong murderous intention echoed in the forest. The pheasants that were crowing on the grass before suddenly stopped crowing at this time.

Xia Pingan suddenly opened his eyes.

On a tree not far away, a group of birds were suddenly frightened and flew up. The grass shook, and with a roar, a majestic tiger with an eye-catching white forehead rushed fiercely from the nearby hillside. Coming down, the momentum is like that of Feng Conghu, which is no exaggeration at all.

It rushed down with a strong wind.

The pheasant was so frightened that it shrank into a ball. When it saw the tiger coming towards it, it flapped its wings and wanted to fly away. But as soon as the pheasant jumped up, it was leapt into the air by the tiger. It opened its mouth wide and took a bite. He bit it and pounced down.

That tiger is fierce and domineering, with a wild and endless breath of life and the momentum of the king of beasts. Its eyes are murderous, its movements are fierce and powerful, and every pore in its body exudes the breath of blood, masculinity, and power. Indescribable.

That is not a tiger kept in a zoo, nor a tiger in a cage, but a living beast that can tear apart all prey and enemies at any time.

Only when you see that tiger do you know the temperament of the true king of beasts.

After the tiger pounced on the pheasant, it immediately disappeared into the grass and disappeared. However, the scene of the moment it appeared and pounced on the pheasant was deeply imprinted in Xia Pingan's mind.

Xia Pingan felt that a nerve deep in his heart was touched, but he "forgot to explain" and couldn't tell what it was like. In the end, he only took out the drawing paper and pen and grabbed it in the wooden house. With that little feeling in my heart, I drew several pictures in a row, trying to express that feeling on paper.

But no matter how he painted, Xia Pingan always felt that the tigers he painted could not express the feeling in his heart, and always lacked something.

Xia Ping'an thought that his Chinese painting was pretty good before, but after drawing a few pictures of tigers, he realized that the tigers he painted still lacked something. Perhaps this thing was what Li Guizhen was also looking for.

The next day, the old hunter and his son came again and brought a rabbit and some pancakes to Xia Pingan. The rabbit continued to be tied near the big tree. The old hunter and his son sprinkled a little sheep's blood near the big tree.

That night, a wild wolf came. Xia Pingan threw stones at the tree and yelled, finally scaring the wild wolf away.

One day later, the tiger came again and quickly took the rabbit away.

Xia Pingan remembered every movement of the tiger hunting prey in his heart, and kept trying to draw the things that touched his heart over and over again on the drawing paper.

Two days later, the old hunter and his son came again. Xia Pingan asked the old hunter and his son to bring him some pen, ink and paper, because the pen, ink and paper he brought had been completely used up.

Xia Pingan was drawing tigers every day, learning from tigers, and thinking about the tiger. All he dreamed and thought about in his head were the tiger's every move of killing its prey. He was completely immersed in that state and completely forgot about it. He realized that this was the world in Jie Zhu, and completely forgot that he was returning to his true form at this moment. He painted more and more tiger portraits, and they became more and more similar. He consumed more and more ink and paper, and even brought a few paintbrushes. They are all bald.

The thing that shocked Xia Pingan was not just the image of the tiger, but the spirit of the king of beasts and the most primitive and surging spirit of all living things in the tiger. A "power of the beast" is a kind of rhyme, a kind of enlightenment, a kind of Tao, which is difficult to describe.

Xia Pingan has been completely immersed in it.

Hunter and his son would send something to Xia Pingan every three or four days, and check to see if Xia Pingan was okay. Every time they came, they would see Xia Pingan either crazy or silent.

Xia Pingan's tiger paintings, the father and son felt more and more alike at first. Later, when they saw the things Xia Pingan painted, the father and son could no longer understand them at all, because the things in Xia Pingan's paintings became more and more similar. It’s getting weirder and weirder. There are all kinds of chaotic lines, sometimes they are mountains, rivers and clouds, sometimes they are swaying leaves, or flowing streams, sometimes they are even a stripe on a tiger’s body, a little fierce light in its eyes, Sunrise and sunset...

The hunters and his son even doubted whether Xia Pingan was crazy.

Xia Pingan lived in the tree house for two years.

On this day, the old hunter and his son came to deliver something to Xia Pingan again, and then the old hunter suddenly said, "By the way, when I came out today, I heard news that several hunters from the next village were hunting on another mountain. I bought a tiger and am about to sell it..."

After Xia Pingan heard this, his heart moved, "Uncle, can you take me to see it? I want to buy that tiger..."

"Ah, you have to leave here..."

"I'm going down the mountain temporarily..."

"It's not cheap to buy a whole tiger. The most expensive thing about the tiger is the skin, then the bones, and then the meat..."

What the old hunter said is not cheap is actually just compared to people of this era. For Xia Pingan, the prices of these hunted beasts in this era, such as tigers, are not that expensive. If it were not for things like the White Tiger A rare species of human beings, a hunting tiger with a few forked eyes or arrow holes on its body and most of its fur lost is no more valuable than a living cow.

Of course, if there is a complete tiger skin that has not been damaged, the price will be different. If you want a complete tiger skin, the difficulty of hunting a tiger will be more than ten times higher, and the price of the tiger skin will also be higher.

"It doesn't matter, I still have some savings, I should be able to buy it..."

Seeing Xia Pingan's straightforwardness, the old hunter nodded, "Okay, I'll take you to ask and see how much it costs!"

"Thank you, uncle..."

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Xia Pingan followed the old hunter down the mountain and bought the hunted tiger without much trouble.

Xia Pingan, who bought the tiger, stayed at the old hunter's house for a few days. During these few days, Xia Pingan personally dissected the tiger bit by bit. After dissecting the tiger, Xia Pingan gave the tiger meat to the old hunter. Then he went back up the mountain with the tiger bones and skin.

Xia Pingan continued to paint in the tree house. This time he painted a tiger without skin, only the muscles on the tiger's body...

He only painted those muscles for half a year. Then, he began to join the tiger's bones bit by bit, and began to draw a tiger with only skeletons in the painting.

During this period, Xia Pingan continued to observe tigers on the mountain.

After painting the skeleton for a year, Xia Pingan came down from the tree wearing a tiger's skin and dressed himself as a tiger. Every day he walked, fluttered and jumped with his hands and feet like a tiger, imitating every move of a tiger.

In this way, more than a year has passed without realizing it...

More than a year later, Xia Ping'an took off his tiger skin and started boxing in the mountains and forests. He was leaping like a dragon and a tiger in the mountains and forests, walking as fast as flying.

Xia Pingan started painting again. He used stones, branches, on trees, on the ground, in flowing water, in his own mind, and in the sky. He painted whatever he saw. It was no longer limited to tigers, but also the world. Everything is in the painting...

On this day, Xia Pingan was wearing a tiger skin and drinking water by the stream. While he was drinking water, the bushes nearby moved, and a tiger that was more than two meters long, not even the tail, suddenly emerged from the bushes. , just as if they didn't see Xia Pingan, they also came to Xia Pingan to drink water.

Xia Pingan turned his head and glanced at the tiger, and the tiger also turned its head and looked at him.

The tiger bared its teeth and roared lowly at Xia Pingan. Xia Pingan stood up and kicked the tiger, causing the tiger to turn over.

The tiger roared and rushed over. Xia Pingan stretched out his hand, like pinching a cat, grabbed the skin of the tiger's neck and threw the tiger out.

Xia Pingan stared at the tiger. The tiger was thrown on the ground a few meters away. It didn't dare to look at Xia Pingan. It lay on the ground, slowly backed away, then rolled and turned its belly towards Xia Pingan. Showing a bit of belly.

Just at this moment, the silver bottle in Xia Ping'an's mind suddenly broke, the sun was shining brightly, and the rivers were full.

Xia Ping'an laughed loudly and went down the mountain. When he passed a county government office at the bottom of the mountain, he saw the county government officials taking the stairs to clear the bird droppings on the head of the county government office. While cleaning, he was still complaining about those birds. Pigeons like to land on the eaves above this door. They poop here every day. Cleaning the bird droppings on the yamen door has become a chore for these yamen servants.

Even while the government officials were cleaning up the bird droppings, birds and pigeons flew over and landed on the eaves above the door. The government officials below shouted twice, and the birds and pigeons flew away without shouting. It flew back again.

"Hahaha, what's the problem? I have a way to solve it!" Xia Pingan said directly after hearing the yamen's complaint.

"Ah, what can you do?" Seeing Xia Pingan's disheveled hair, like a madman, with a special temperament, a government official asked.

"Go get the pen and ink and the ladder, and I'll make it for you to see!"

The pen and ink ladders are simple and can be found in the yamen. Those yamen servants also wanted to see Xia Pingan's ability, and their curiosity led them to find the pen and ink and the ladder.

Xia Ping'an put the ladder up on the wall under the eaves next to the county government office. He climbed the ladder with his pen and ink, and on the wall that was painted white under the eaves, he moved his pen quickly. In the blink of an eye, he drew an eagle owl. .

The eagle owl drawn by Xia Ping'an looked as if it was about to fly out of the wall. It was no longer lifelike and could be described...

After the last stroke was drawn, the doves and birds that were still standing on the eaves of the wall were suddenly startled and flew away, as if running for their lives, and the surrounding sky became pure.

Xia Pingan came down from the ladder, laughed, threw the pen and ink to the Yamen servant, and left.

The government officials looked at the eagle owl that seemed to be about to leap out from the wall, and then looked at the birds that flew so fast that their shadows could not be seen, and they were all frightened.

Even the people watching on the street were shocked.

"Why does that person look familiar..."

"By the way, that person is Li Guizhen, a painter. I haven't heard from him for many years..."

After receiving the news, the county magistrate came out of the yamen, looked up at the eagle owl painted on the wall, and then looked at the sky without a bird around. He was stunned for a while, and quickly asked the yamen servant to chase Xia. Safety.

Before Xia Ping'an returned home and the government officials chasing him were still on the road, Jie Zhu's world was already shattered.