Glorious Summoner

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

The pheasant crowed, pacing up and down in 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 Pingan sat cross-legged in the tree house with her eyes closed, waiting patiently, and truly regarded herself as a calendar. Returning to the truth, I am determined to perfect my painting skills.

The hard work, sacrifices and determination made by Li Guizhen to paint tigers in those days are really amazing.

Tigers are not good at climbing trees, but in this mountain forest, there are too many poison insects that can climb trees. There are too many beasts. Leopards can climb trees, poisonous snakes can also climb trees, and poison insects can climb trees. To settle down in the mountains and forests to see tigers in an environment is basically tantamount to putting life and death out of the picture.

The essence of Essence, Qi, and Spirit is the foundation of a person’s success.

In the tree house, there are a few cakes and two water bottles. 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 up and down the tree to the nearby grass to solve it. This life is not worse than Youchao. How much, completely live as a primordial person.

In the previous two days, the pheasant was yelling at gē gē gē, and Xia Pingan didn’t even see a single tiger’s hair.

On the morning of the 3rd day, Xia Pingan was sitting in the tree house concentratingly. Suddenly, she felt that the forest outside suddenly became quiet, a murderous intention faintly discernable. Reverberating in the woods, the pheasant that was still crowing on the grass, suddenly stopped crowing at this time.

Xia Pingan opened her eyes sharply.

On a tree not far away, a flock of birds was suddenly flew up, and the grass shook. With the roar of a tiger, a majestic tiger with a white-fronted eye came from nearby. The imposing manner rushed down from the hillside, it is not an exaggeration to say that the wind is from the tiger.

With a bad wind, he rushed down.

The pheasant was so scared that he shrank into a ball, and when he saw the tiger pounce and flap its wings, he wanted to fly away, but as soon as the pheasant jumped up, he was leaped into the air by the tiger. The bloody mouth opened wide, and he took a bite and rushed down.

That fierce tiger, fierce, domineering, with wild and endless Life Aura and King of Beasts imposing manner, eyes murderous intention is exposed, movements are fierce and vigorous, and every pore on the body is exuding. The breath of blood, masculinity, strength, indescribable.

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

When you see that tiger, you know what the real King of Beasts temperament is.

After the tiger rushed to eat the pheasant, it disappeared into the grass for an instant, but the scene of the moment when it came out to rush to eat was deeply imprinted on Xia Pingan’s head.

Xia Pingan felt that a certain nerve in the depths of his heart was touched, but “want to discern and forgot to say”, couldn’t tell what it was like. In the end, he only took out the drawing paper and pen I grasped the feeling in my heart in the wood house, and drew several pictures in succession, trying to show that feeling on paper.

But no matter how you paint, Xia Pingan always feels that the tiger she drew cannot express the feeling in her heart, and always lacks something.

Previously, Xia Pingan 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. This point may be the calendar. Guizhen is also looking for it.

2nd day, the old hunter father and son came again, and sent a rabbit and some pancakes to Xia Pingan. The rabbit continued to be tied near the big tree, the old hunter father and son A little sheep’s blood was sprinkled near the tree.

That night, when a wild wolf came, Xia Pingan threw a stone in 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 in the heart Remember every action of the tiger’s predation, and keep on drawing the thing that touches my heart over and over again on the drawing paper.

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

Xia Pingan everyday all is drawing tigers, learning tigers, thinking about that tiger, dreaming and sleeping in my head, thinking about the tiger’s every move to kill its prey, the whole person is completely immersed in it In this state, I completely forgot that this is the world in the world pearl, completely forgot that he is the real life at this moment, and he painted more and more tiger portraits, more and more similar, and he consumed more and more pen, ink and paper. , Even the few paintbrushes I brought were painted bald.

The little thing that shocked Xia Pingan’s heart, it is not just the image of the Tiger that touches Xia Pingan, but the Essence, Qi, and Spirit of King of Beasts and the most The most primordial and most surging “power of the beast” in all living beings is a kind of rhyme, a kind of enlightenment, and a kind of Tao, which is beyond words.

Xia Pingan has been completely immersed in it.

The hunter father and son gives Xia Pingan something every three or four days. By the way, I see if there is anything wrong with Xia Pingan. Every time I come, I see that Xia Pingan is either crazy, or Be silent.

Xia Pingan’s tiger paintings. At the beginning, father and son felt more and more alike. Later, when they saw the things painted by Xia Pingan, they couldn’t see both father and son at all. I understand, because the things Xia Pingan’s paintings are getting more and more strange, there are various lines of disordered and in a mess, sometimes they are mountains and rivers, sometimes they are swaying leaves, or flowing streams. Sometimes it is even a marking on the tiger’s body, a bit of 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 hunter father and son came to Xia Pingan again to give things to Xia Pingan, and then the old hunter suddenly said, “By the way, when I came out today, I heard a news. A few hunters hunted a tiger on another hill and it was about to be sold…”

Xia Pingan listened, and her heart moved, “Can Uncle take me to see? I want to take that tiger Buy it…”

“Ah, you are leaving here…”

“I will go down the mountain temporarily…”

“I want to buy the whole one Tiger, it’s not cheap. The most expensive thing about that tiger is skin, then bones, and then meat…”

The old hunter said that it’s not cheap, but it’s just relative to the people of this era. Said that for Xia Pingan, the price of these hunted beasts of this era, like the tiger this thing, is not too expensive, if it is not a precious species like the white tiger, a hunting tiger with a few forks. Eyes or arrow eyes, most of the fur is scrapped, and they are not much more valuable than a living cow.

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

“It’s okay, I still have some savings, I should be able to buy…”

Seeing that Xia Pingan is so straightforward, the old hunter nodded, “Okay, I’ll take you to ask Ask, see how much it costs!”

“many thanks uncle……”

……

Xia Pingan went down the mountain with the old hunter, and It didn’t take much setbacks to buy the hunted tiger.

Xia Pingan, who bought the tiger, lived in the old hunter’s house for a few days. In these few days, Xia Pingan personally gave the tiger a little bit of Dissection. After the Dissection, the tiger, Xia Pingan took the tiger. The meat was given to the old hunter, and he took the tiger bone and tiger skin 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 painted only those muscles Half a year later, he started to piece the tiger bones together a little bit, and began to draw a tiger with only skeletons on the painting.

During this period, Xia Pingan did not stop observing the tigers on the mountain.

After sketching for a year, Xia Pingan came down from the tree in the skin of a tiger and dressed herself as a tiger. Every day, she walked, thumped, jumped on her hands and feet like a tiger, imitating a tiger. Every move.

So, more than a year passed unconsciously…

More than a year later, Xia Pingan took off the tiger’s skin and punched in the forest. The whole person was in the forest. Among them, Dragon Soars and Tiger Leaps, walking like flying.

Xia Pingan started painting again. He used stones, branches, on trees, on the ground, in the water, in his mind, in the sky, and painted whatever he saw. No longer limited to tigers, World’s All Living Things are all in the painting…

On this day, Xia Pingan was drinking water by the stream in a tiger skin. While drinking water, the trees next to him moved. A tiger with a length of more than two meters without its tail suddenly emerged from the bushes, just like not seeing Xia Pingan, it also came to Xia Pingan to drink water.

Xia Pingan turned to look at the tiger, and the tiger also turned to look at him.

The tiger barked his teeth and snarled at Xia Pingan in a low voice. Xia Pingan got up and kicked the tiger over and overturned the tiger.

The tiger roared and rushed forward. Xia Pingan extended the hand like a cat, grabbing 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. He didn’t dare to look at Xia Pingan. He lay on the ground, slowly backed up, and then rolled. , Moved his belly towards Xia Pingan and exposed his belly.

At this moment, Xia Pingan’s mind suddenly broke the silver bottle, the sky is shining, and the river is Japanese yen.

Xia Pingan laughed heartily, going down the mountain, and passing a county government at the bottom of the mountain, and saw the county government’s servants, taking the stairs to remove the bird droppings from the county government’s head, while cleaning it up. Still complaining, those birds and pigeons like to fall on the eaves above this door, shit here every day, and cleaning the bird droppings on the Yamen door has become the drudgery of these bureaucrats.

Even when the government officials were cleaning up the bird droppings, there were bird pigeons flying over and landed on the eaves above the door. The government officials below shouted twice, and the bird pigeons flew away. , Without shouting, those birds and pigeons flew again.

“hahaha, what difficulty is there, I have a way to solve it!” Xia Pingan said directly when he heard the servant’s complaint.

“Ah, what can you do?” Seeing Xia Pingan dishevelled hair, who seemed to be a madman, with a special temperament, a servant asked.

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

The pen and ink ladders are all simple, there are in the yamen, and those few government officials also want to see Xia Pingan’s Ability, coupled with curiosity, really brought pen and ink and ladders.

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. With a blink of an eye, Just drew a eagle owl.

The eagle owl drawn by Xia Pingan is almost like flying out of the wall. It is no longer as lifelike as it can be described…

The last stroke is drawn, click on Above the eagle owl’s eyes, the birds and pigeons that were still standing on the eaves of the wall were shocked and all flew away, as if they were fleeing for their lives, and the surrounding sky was clean.

Xia Pingan got down from the ladder, laughed loudly, threw the pen and ink to the Yamen’s servant, and left.

The few government officials looked at the eagle owls that seemed to be about to pounce off the wall, and looked at the birds that flew so that the shadows could not 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 a little familiar…”

“By the way, that person is Li Guizhen, a painter, and I haven’t heard from him for many years…”

” p>

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, and was stunned. Let the servants go after Xia Pingan.

Xia Pingan has not yet returned home, and the servants chasing him are still on the way, the world of Jiezhu has been broken.