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Taiyuan didn't stay long and left after saying a few words.

Seeing Taiyuan leave, Jiang Shu put away her tight smile and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Taiyuan is the oldest in the three realms, so he has always wanted to understand the preferences of young people and is worried that he cannot keep up with the pace of the times." Su Qing explained for Taiyuan.

"It's a pity that with his status, no one dares to relax and get along with him." Jiang Shu waved her hand and said helplessly.

"He has also been troubled by this for a long time. Moreover, he also loves beauty and is particularly worried that his fashion cannot keep up with the mortal world, so he often proposes to renovate the heaven. If it were not for the constant obstruction by everyone in the heaven, he would probably have to renovate it every year. Once." Su Qing said.

"Everyone has a love for beauty, and I think this Immortal Emperor's aesthetics is quite good, to the extent that even designers from the mortal world would like to learn from it," Jiang Shu said.

"Just don't be too stressed when you get along with him from now on. He is very easy to talk to." Su Qing said.

"We still have to contact him in the future..." Jiang Shu held her forehead and said helplessly: "With his status here, it's hard not to feel pressure..."

"We'll talk about the rest later. Let's go and take you out for a walk." Su Qing said with a smile.

"You go ahead. I'll finish sorting out the meeting minutes here and then meet you." Gu Yu said knowingly.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Su Qing nodded and left the side hall with Jiang Shu.

Even if it's not hard work, I will never be a light bulb. Gu Yu took a sip of tea and said to himself.

Su Qing took Jiang Shu walking on the streets of Immortal World and introduced the landforms of Immortal World to Jiang Shu.

"This is the most prosperous teahouse in the fairy world. After every heavenly meeting, the priests will gather here to drink tea and chat, and talk about their recent troubles." Su Qing introduced.

"My intuition tells me that you open this teahouse." Jiang Shu said.

"Exactly, because it's so easy for me to get good tea in the mortal world. Opening a teahouse in the heavenly world will naturally give me an advantage." Su Qing said.

"By engaging in monopoly, you are violating the anti-monopoly law." Jiang Shu joked.

"The laws of the mortal world cannot control the fairy world." Su Qing said with a smile.

"Then I'm going to cause trouble." Jiang Shu replied.

"When this teahouse is prosperous, even I, the boss, have to share a table with others. Let's go in and have a look." Su Qing said.

"Sure, let me see where the fire is in this teahouse." After Jiang Shu finished speaking, he strode in.

"Hello, boss. There happens to be a private room here. Can you share a room with the painting god?" The shopkeeper's waiter recognized Su Qing at a glance and said quickly.

"The God of Painting?" Jiang Shu looked at Su Qing doubtfully and asked, "Who is it?"

"Zhang Zeduan, whose courtesy name is Zhengdao. You may not have heard of his name, but you must know that his most famous work is called "Along the River During the Qingming Festival." Su Qing introduced.

Jiang Shu's eyes widened and she said, "No, is he so scary?"

"He was a rising star in the late Northern Song Dynasty. He immediately established himself as the number one painter in the fairy world. People in the fairy world often say that what he painted was never paintings, but scenes." Su Qing said as he and Jiang Shu went upstairs.

"I remember the painting Along the River During the Qingming Festival, but I have no impression of him at all," Jiang Shu said.

"It's normal to have no impression. The description of him in history is almost a sentence. After he ascended, he personally went down to earth and deleted his existence in the history books, leaving only the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" and "Jinmingchi Bidding" Picture"." Su Qing explained.

"Why delete it?" Jiang Shu asked.

"Because of disappointment. The "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" he painted was a tribute to Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. Although it was far different from the popular painting style at the time, it was still unique. Unfortunately, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty only regarded it as a strange painting. , did not understand the meanings and reminders contained in his paintings. In the late Northern Song Dynasty, when his appearance was superficial, his shocking painting skills were only regarded as miraculous tricks to win the favor of the Holy One. He was full of saving the country. ambition, but God only gave him the talent for painting, and also allowed him to have family and friends, so he could not risk killing the Nine Tribes by painting against his will. If Song Huizong was a wise king, he would naturally be able to see his intentions, but it is a pity that Song Huizong is not . Although he was extremely talented, he was unable to realize his ambitions, painfully witnessed the demise of the Northern Song Dynasty, and finally died of depression." Su Qing explained.

"Then how did he ascend?" Jiang Shu asked.

"Before he died, he painted the last painting of his life. It was this painting that allowed him to ascend." Su Qing said.

"What painting?" Jiang Shu asked.

"I don't know. But I heard that before he died, full of grief, anger and disappointment, he painted a picture of Bianjing City where rich people stinked with flesh and blood and people died of starvation on the road. Then he placed his lifelong paintings with this painting. Together, prosperity and bones are placed in the same room, which is full of irony. Then he lit the oil lamp, burned himself with the painting, and soared into the sky in the raging fire," Su Qing said.

"Did this painting make him realize the state of mind?" Jiang Shu asked.

"No. He had already grasped the situation when he drew the Riverside Scene during the Qingming Festival and the Jinming Pond Competition. It's just that the gods couldn't stand side by side with the common people. He couldn't let go of the Northern Song Dynasty in his heart, and he couldn't see through the ending of the Northern Song Dynasty's demise, so he never Ascension. Until the end of life, family members pass away, friends leave, and the country perishes. The saint sees through it and turns into dust. He leaves this troubled world and never enters the mortal world." Su Qing said.

"Does he still hate the Northern Song Dynasty now?" Jiang Shu asked.

"His country has long since died. There is no such thing as hate or hate. Moreover, he has long since erased his existence from history. There is only endless disappointment for the Northern Song Dynasty." Su Qing said.

"The Picture of Along the River During the Qingming Festival..."

"The Riverside During the Qingming Festival will be fine if it remains in the mortal world. After all, it is not a complete Riverside during the Qingming Festival. If you want to feel the atmosphere in his painting, you can only see the complete Riverside during the Qingming Festival. Jinmingchi competes for the title of the painting. "It is inferior to "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", it is the time when he is closest to the state of mind. Unfortunately, the difference between the painting state and the actual painting is so great, I am afraid that the world will never have the opportunity to experience the state of his paintings." Su Qing said.

"Then have you collected his paintings?" Jiang Shu asked.

"No. I was living in seclusion in the mountains at that time, and I only caught up with the fire he soared into. Moreover, he didn't want his paintings to be known to the world. Even if I collected them, I would return them to him and let him Handle it yourself." Su Qing said.

The corridor was neither long nor short, and the two of them unknowingly arrived at the highest floor of the tea house, where they also had the best views of the private rooms.

Stopping at the end of the corridor, Su Qing knocked on the door of the private room and said: "There are many people in the teahouse. Su came to disturb Dongwu Painting God, and also asked Dongwu Painting God Haihan."

"No problem, please come in."

The door of the private room opened, and a man in black robe appeared in front of the two of them. His black hair was scattered casually, and a few strands of white hair were mixed in the black hair, casual but not messy. He has sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes, but he has an indifferent expression that sees the world through. The breeze stirred slightly, and the bamboo leaves in the private room rustled, dancing with the raised clothes. The whole person just stood there, like a painting.

The author has something to say: I wrote about Zhang Zeduan because before the epidemic (I forget whether I went there in 15 or 18, because I have been to Beijing five times), I went to the Palace Museum in Beijing and saw the Qingming River Scene with my own eyes, and was shocked by this painting. Now (my major can be considered as half an art student hahahahaha), now when I am writing a novel, as soon as the idea of ​​the God of Painting came up, I thought of him. There are too few descriptions of him in history, so I just used it as I like. If you don't understand a little bit, just think of it as watching unofficial history. His role will not be revealed until later. (I feel like it’s too late to do a double update today, so I apologize to everyone in advance)