Chapter 149 See you again
Huang Feng thought: "No way. Could it be that the beauty in the painting dislikes the poem and doesn't want to be included in the painting? No, it could also be that she dislikes Zhuge Wenyu's ugly calligraphy. It has nothing to do with me!"
Everyone present was stunned for a moment, even Gong Yangyong was no exception.
A moment later, next to Li Motang, Li Yixuan shouted: "Senior Gongyang, your wife has run away, why don't you hurry up and chase her!"
Huang Feng was startled. This girl really dared to say that even if this painting showed strange phenomena, it was still a painting, and it could really give it three souls and seven souls, and it could not bring it back to life.
Those who didn’t know better thought she was cursing!
Gong Yangyong didn't care, he just woke up as if from a dream, and immediately unfolded a scroll, and an egret flew out of the scroll, carrying him to pursue the fragrance floating in his painting.
"Let's go take a look too!" Li Yixuan suggested from the side.
Huang Feng and Li Motang were unable to make the decision and looked at Zhuge Wenyu.
Zhuge Wenyu was also full of curiosity, nodded and said: "A boat with clouds can travel thousands of miles in a day."
The sea of clouds below the peak rolled, and a small boat gathered on the top of the peak. Zhuge Wenyu stepped onto the cloud boat and said to them: "Come up."
Huang Feng felt something in his heart. Before getting on the boat, he took off the blank scroll with only poems left in the pavilion and took it with him.
"Wow!" Li Yixuan rode a small boat made of white clouds and shuttled across the sky. Her eyes were filled with wonder and envy, and she began to imagine that she could use clouds as a boat in the future... No, she liked horses, soft white cloud horses. She would lie on them when she was sleepy. Take a nap on horseback and float in the sky.
Huang Feng didn't know what she was having fun with.
The fragrant shadow that flew out of the painting floated for a long time. Suddenly, a cry of "Gululu" came from the cloud boat. When everyone looked around, they saw Li Yixuan touching her belly and looking at them, with a pitiful mouth: "I'm hungry."
After hearing this, Li Motang and Xiao Nuan both turned their eyes to Huang Feng.
"Watch what I do?"
Li Motang said: "Give her something to eat."
"We are all fasting people, why do you think I would bring food with me?"
"Stop being so verbose."
"Okay." Huang Feng reluctantly took a small table from Square Cunwu, placed it on the Yun Zhou, and began to put food on it.
Originally, she just wanted him to bring some food to Li Yixuan to satisfy her hunger. Who would have thought that after a while, Li Motang saw the table filled with all kinds of delicacies.
"..."
A group of people looked at Huang Feng. Even Li Yixuan found it difficult to accept why you brought so much food with you.
Li Yixuan ate less. After a while, she became coy again. She pulled Li Motang's sleeve and whispered something in her ear.
"I'll take her and come back." Li Motang took her away with his sword.
Several people on the boat tacitly understood that they were in a hurry.
"Mortals really have a lot of inconveniences." Huang Feng touched his neck and waist. Since he became an immortal, his waist is no longer sore, his back is no longer painful, and his legs are no longer cramped. He can go to heaven without gasping for breath!
Just as he was thinking about it, Fang Ying in front of him finally stopped.
Seeing Li Motang bring Li Yixuan back, he asked: "It seems that they have arrived somewhere. Where is this?"
"Is this Qianzhou?" Li Motang was not sure.
However, Zhuge Wenyu confirmed: "It's in Qianzhou."
The fragrant shadow circled in the sky, then suddenly turned back and floated back into the painting.
But Gong Yangyong did not turn back. Instead, he sat on the egret and looked at his feet in a daze, seeming a little confused and at a loss.
Huang Feng followed his line of sight and saw a small village at his feet. A small river flowed at the entrance of the village, and a small wooden bridge spanned the river.
A beautiful girl on the bridge was looking anxiously into the distance, as if waiting for someone.
"This..." Huang Feng was not the only one who was stunned. He was as calm as Li Yixuan and as knowledgeable as Zhuge Wenyu. They also stayed in place because the girl on the bridge and the beauty in the painting were exactly the same.
The group of people looked at Gong Yangyong and saw that Gong Yangyong didn't pay any attention to them. He rode the egret and landed in the distance. He looked quietly for a long time, seeming to be making a decision.
After a while, Gong Yangyong made up his mind and saw that the white frost on his temples was getting darker, his short beard fell off, and the wrinkles on his face gradually smoothed out, turning into a handsome young man and walking towards the girl on the bridge.
When Huang Feng saw this, he shouted in his heart: "Gongyang Yong, you are so old and shameless. Do you want to eat young grass? What if a girl is waiting for her beloved lover to come home on the bridge and bumps into you later? How embarrassing would it be?" ah!"
Of course, he only dared to shout this in his heart.
Gong Yangyong came to the bridge, and the girl also saw him. The two looked at each other for a moment, and the girl smiled and asked, "Where is the young master from? Have we met him?"
Gong Yangyong didn't have high hopes at first, but when he heard this, he was surprised and happy: "Do you recognize me?"
"I always feel like I've seen it before somewhere." The girl smiled.
Hearing this, Gong Yangyong became more cautious and didn't know what to do for a while.
In the air, the group of people on the Yunzhou felt incredible about what was happening in front of them. Zhuge Wenyu murmured in a low voice: "After a thousand years of reincarnation, can we really meet again?"
When everyone was in a daze, a clever ghost floated out from Huang Feng's money bag, grabbed the painting, and threw it from the sky.
On the bridge, Gong Yangyong felt something. He looked up and saw the painting falling, and reached out to catch it. However, due to his skill, he only caught the sky pole at the top of the painting, and the other end continued to fall, and the entire painting The picture scroll then unfolds.
When the girl saw the painting in front of her, she covered her mouth in surprise: "Ah, the person in this painting is... why did the young master paint me, and when did he paint it?"
Gong Yangyong opened his mouth, but couldn't speak. He wanted to put the painting away, but heard the girl say: "Wait a minute."
He immediately stopped and held the painting motionless.
The girl's eyes fell on the poem next to her, and she recited softly: "Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to deal with, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. I looked back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king."
Memories always accumulate slowly and cannot be erased in her heart.
This poem is like a key, opening a long-sealed lock and unfolding memories that have been buried for a long time in front of her.
Two lines of clear tears flowed down her cheeks. The girl's voice was choked and she couldn't believe it: "Ruyun, is it you?"
Gong Yangyong's hands were shaking slightly. He hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time. His father named him "Yong" back then because he wanted him to live an ordinary and peaceful life, from the time he was born to the day he died peacefully. Eye.
When he was 20 years old, he was given the title of "Guanyun". His teacher felt that he was very talented and should not be buried, so he gave him the title "Ruyun", hoping that he would leap over the dragon gate, enter the clouds and transform into a dragon.
His father didn't like him, but his beloved liked him very much. Except in front of outsiders, he rarely called him "husband" or "father-in-law". He always called him "Ruyun".
This sound made him look back thousands of years: "Yes, it's me. Are you really Wanqing?"
The girl threw herself into his arms and burst into tears: "It's me, it's me!"
At this moment, there was a sudden sound. A young man was carrying a pheasant in his left hand and a wild duck in his right hand. He stared at Gong Yangyong and asked the girl: "Sister, who is this man?"
In the sky, Huang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, okay, okay, it turned out to be a younger brother!