The Glorious Summoner

The pheasant was tied under another tree more than 30 meters away from the tree house where Xia Pingan was located. There was a grassland around it, and there was nothing to block Xia Pingan’s sight.

The pheasant crowed, pacing up and down on the grass a little uneasy, flapping its wings and trying to fly away.

After the old hunter father and son left, the mountains and forests were noisy and silent. Xia Ping’an sat cross-legged in the tree house with his eyes closed, waiting patiently, and truly regarded himself as the truth of his life, determined to paint his own paintings. Skill tempered to the extreme.

The hard work, sacrifices and determination made in order to paint a tiger in Liguizhen that year are really amazing.

Tigers can't climb trees, but in this mountain forest, there are too many poisonous insects and beasts that can climb trees. Leopards can climb trees, poisonous snakes can climb trees, and poisonous insects can climb trees. In this environment, they can settle down in the forest to see tigers. Basically, life and death are ignored.

This kind of spirit is the root of a person's success.

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

There is a clear stream nearby, which can solve the problem of water source. If you want convenience, you can only go from the tree up and down to the nearby grass to solve the problem. This life is not much worse than that of the Chao family. It is completely alive. Into a primitive state.

In the previous two days, the pheasant was clucking, and Xia Ping'an didn't even see a tiger's hair.

When one arrived in the morning of the third day, Xia Pingan was sitting in the tree house concentratingly. Suddenly, he felt that the forest outside suddenly became quiet, and a sudden murderous intent reverberated in the forest. The pheasant, which was still crowing on the grass, suddenly stopped crowing at this moment.

Xia Ping'an suddenly opened his eyes.

On a tree not far away, a flock of birds was suddenly stunned, and the grass shook. With the roar of a tiger, a majestic tiger with a white-fronted eye dashed from the nearby hillside. When it came down, that momentum, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was the wind from the tiger.

With a bad wind, he rushed down.

The pheasant was so scared that he shrank into a ball and wanted to fly away when he saw the tiger pounce and flap its wings, but when the pheasant just jumped up, he was leaped into the air by the tiger, and his mouth was opened with blood. Bitten and rushed down.

That fierce tiger, fierce, domineering, with wild and endless aura of life and the aura of the king of beasts, its eyes are murderous, its movements are fierce and vigorous, and every pore on the whole body exudes a breath of blood, masculinity, and strength. Indescribable.

It was not a tiger kept in a zoo, nor a tiger in a cage, but a lively beast that could tear all its prey and enemies at any time.

When you see that tiger, you will know what the true king of beasts is.

After the tiger rushed to eat the pheasant, it disappeared into the grass in an instant, but the scene of the moment it just appeared to rush to eat was deeply imprinted on Xia Ping'an's head.

Xia Ping’an felt that a certain nerve in the depths of his heart was touched, but he "want to discern and forgot to say" and couldn’t tell what it was like. In the end, he only took out the drawing paper and pen and grabbed it inside the wooden house. That feeling in my heart, I drew several pictures in succession, and wanted to show that feeling on paper.

But no matter how he painted, Xia Ping'an always felt that the tiger he drew could not express the feeling in his heart, and always lacked something.

Xia Ping'an thought that his Chinese paintings were already good. At this time, after drawing a few pictures of tigers, he realized that the tigers he painted still lacked something. Perhaps this is something that Li Guizhen is also looking for.

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

That night, when a wild wolf came, Xia Ping'an threw a stone down the tree and yelled, finally scaring the wild wolf away.

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

Xia Ping'an remembered every action of the tiger's predation in her heart, and kept trying to draw the thing that touched her heart over and over again on the drawing paper.

Two days later, the old hunter father and son came again. Xia Ping'an asked the old hunter father and son to bring himself some pen, ink and paper, because the pen, ink and paper he brought had been completely used up.

Xia Pingan was painting tigers every day, learning tigers, thinking about the tiger, dreaming and sleeping in his head, thinking about the tiger's every move to kill the prey. The whole person was completely immersed in that state and completely forgotten. Now that this is the world in the world pearl, I completely forgot that he is the true one at this moment. He painted more and more tiger portraits, becoming more and more similar. He consumed more and more pen, ink and paper, and even brought a few brushes. They are all bald.

The little thing that shocked Xia Ping’an’s heart was not just the image of the tiger, but the spirit of the king of beasts and the most primitive and surging of all creatures. A "power of the beast" is a kind of rhyme, a kind of enlightenment, and a kind of Tao, which is hard to speak.

Xia Ping'an was completely immersed in it.

The hunter father and son gave Xia Ping an things every three or four days, and by the way, to see if Xia Ping was okay, every time he came, he saw that Xia Ping was either crazy or silent.

The tiger paintings painted by Xia Pingan, at the beginning, the father and son felt more and more alike. Later, when they saw the things painted by Xia Pingan, the father and son could not understand at all, because the things on Xia Pingan’s paintings became more and more similar. The stranger and stranger, there are all kinds of chaotic lines, sometimes it is mountains and rivers, sometimes it is shaking leaves, or flowing stream, sometimes it is even a marking on the tiger's body, a little fierce light in the eyes, Sunrise and sunset...

The Hunter father and son even wondered if Xia Pingan was crazy.

Xia Pingan lived in the tree house for two years.

On this day, the old hunters, father and son, came to Xia Pingan again to deliver things, and then the old hunter suddenly said, "By the way, when I came out today, I heard a news that several hunters in the next village were hunting on another hill. A tiger, about to sell..."

Xia Ping'an heard this, and her heart moved, "Uncle, can you take me to see, I want to buy that tiger..."

"Ah, you are leaving here..."

"I will go down the mountain temporarily..."

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

What the old Orion said is not cheap, but in fact, compared to people of this era, for Xia Ping’an, the price of these hunted beasts in this era, like the tiger, is not too expensive, if not like the white tiger. This kind of cherished species, a hunting tiger with a few fork eyes or arrow eyes on his body, most of the fur is scrapped, and it is not much more valuable than a living cow.

Of course, if there is a complete tiger skin that is not destroyed, then the price is another price. If you want a complete tiger skin, the difficulty of hunting the tiger is more than ten times higher, and the price of the tiger skin is also higher.

"It's okay, I still have some savings, I should be able to buy it..."

Seeing Xia Pingan so simply, the old Orion nodded, "Okay, I'll take you to ask and see how much it costs!"

"Thank you, uncle..."

…

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

Xia Pingan, who bought the tiger, stayed at the old hunter’s house for a few days. In these few days, Xia Pingan personally dissected the tiger a little bit. After dissecting the tiger, Xia Pingan gave the tiger meat to the old hunter. He took the tiger bones and skins back up the mountain.

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

He drew only those muscles for half a year, and then he started to splice the bones of the tiger little by little, and began to draw a tiger with only bones on the painting.

During this period, Xia Pingan did not stop observing the 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 with his hands and feet like a tiger, thumped, jumped, and imitated the tiger's every move.

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

More than a year later, Xia Pingan took off the tiger's skin and punched in the mountains and forests, and his whole body was leaping forward in the mountains and forests, walking vigorously.

Xia Pingan began to paint again. He used stones and branches on the trees, on the ground, in the running water, in his mind, and in the sky. He paints whatever he sees. He is no longer limited to tigers, heaven and earth. Everything is in the painting...

On this day, Xia Pingan was drinking water by the creek wearing a tiger skin. When he was drinking, a bush next to him moved, and a tiger with a tail of more than two meters long came out of the bush. , Just like not seeing Xia Pingan, she also came to Xia Pingan to drink water.

Xia Ping'an turned his head and glanced at the tiger, and the tiger also turned his head and glanced at him.

The tiger barked his teeth and snarled at Xia Ping'an in a low voice. Xia Ping'an got up and kicked the tiger, and kicked the tiger over.

The tiger roared and lunged, Xia Ping'an stretched out his hand like a cat, grabbed the skin of the tiger's neck and threw the tiger out.

Xia Ping'an glared at the tiger. The tiger was thrown on the ground a few meters away. He didn't dare to look at Xia Ping'an. He lay on the ground and slowly backed away. Then he rolled his belly toward Xia Ping'an. The belly was exposed.

At this moment, Xia Ping's mind suddenly broke the silver bottle, the rays of the sky, the rivers of Japanese yen.

Xia Ping’an laughed and went down the mountain. When passing a county government office under the mountain, I saw the county government’s government officials taking the stairs to remove the bird droppings on the county government’s door. They were still complaining while cleaning them. Pigeons like to fall on the eaves above this door, **** here every day, and cleaning the bird droppings on the yamen door has become the drudgery of these bureaucrats.

Even when the servants were cleaning up the bird droppings, there were bird pigeons flying over and landed on the eaves above the door. The servants below yelled twice, and the bird pigeons flew away without yelling, those bird pigeons. It flew again.

"Hahaha, what's the problem? I have a way to solve it!" Xia Ping'an said directly when he heard the servant's complaint.

"Ah, what can you do?" Seeing Xia Ping'an with a disheveled hair, he seemed to be a madman, with a special temperament, one of the bureaucrats asked.

"Go get the pen and ink and the ladder, I will show it to you!"

The pen and ink ladders are simple, they are in the yamen, and the few officials wanted to see Xia Ping'an's ability, and coupled with their curiosity, they really found the pen and ink and the ladder.

Xia Pingan put the ladder on the wall under the eaves next to the county government office, and climbed the ladder with pen and ink on the snow-white wall under the eaves. Using the pen like flying, in the blink of an eye, he drew a carved owl. .

The eagle owl painted by Xia Ping’an is almost like flying out of the wall. It is no longer as lifelike as it can be described...

In the last stroke, UU reading www.uukanshu.com points on the eyes of the carved owl. The bird and pigeons that were still standing on the eaves of the wall were shocked and all flew away, as if they were fleeing, the surrounding sky. As one of the net.

Xia Ping'an got down from the ladder, laughed, and threw the pen and ink to the Yamen Yamen, and left.

The few government officials looked at the Eagle Owls who seemed to be about to jump out of the wall, and at the birds that flew so that no shadows could be seen in the blink of an eye, all were shocked.

Even the people watching the excitement on the street were shocked.

"Why is that person familiar..."

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

The county magistrate who got the news came out of the yamen, looked up at the carved 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 servants to chase summer. Safe.

Before Xia Ping'an returned home, and the servants who chased him were still on the way, the world of Jiezhu had been broken.