dtnovels Chapter 266 Without me, you would have died at the age of 7
Chapter 266 Without me, you would have died at the age of 7
The Qingliang Temple on the bank of the Chijiang River has a wide view.
The envoys from the two dynasties lived in the east wing of the temple, and in the west wing respectively.
Neither side will leave here until a conclusion is reached.
The environment here is very quiet, which is perfect for cultivating the body and mind, discussing poetry and painting.
"Sir Bai, the historian said that your suggestion on printing the court bulletin has been submitted today. Do you have any other instructions?" The little attendant behind him reminded him.
Today, the white pea is the work of the painting saint Han Miaoran, and is known to the world.
The volume of shocking changes and the sword of stabilizing the morale of the army in the empty painting account are admirable, so even the ordinary little attendants admire them.
"Oh, it's okay. You can go down!" Bai Wan sat on the bluestone with a pen in his hand, seemingly not caring.
He looked at the winding paths of the temple, suddenly lost in thought.
Like, really similar!
This dense bamboo forest is surprisingly similar to the small bamboo forest in the backyard of Li Simeng's mansion and painting studio.
Bai Wan felt extremely restless. Even though many years had passed, she still thought about these things.
Suddenly, an old and familiar voice appeared in my ears.
"Master Bai is now able to write with his left hand like a god, the best in the world, it's really amazing!"
I really didn't expect this person to appear in front of me.
Bai Wan seemed to have a nerve pricked by something. He took a step back tremblingly, then stood still.
"It's not good for the envoys of the two dynasties to meet in private, right? Lord Li should be preparing the documents for the peace talks and compromise now, right?"
Li Simeng looked at Bai Wan coldly, his eyes, which used to be kind but were now filled with power, were now cold and gloomy.
The old man with white beard seemed not to be a human being, but a ghost looking at his prey.
"Bai Huashi, oh no. Han Miaoran!"
Bai Wan stared at him in silence...
The last time I saw Li Simeng was at his birthday party.
At that time, he had not yet recovered all his memories and could still face it.
After seeing the painting, he was stimulated and recovered almost all his memories.
After that, I just wanted to stay away from this person and try my best to forget everything.
"Ever since you were little, I knew you were no ordinary person. I really wish I had never accepted you as my apprentice!"
Suddenly, he laughed at himself: "Haha, you can still draw even though you lost your memory, your hand was destroyed, and you were even blind... Are you... a monster?"
Bai Wan felt a little uncomfortable listening to this. He looked at this strange old man sighing, but he couldn't even call out the word "Master".
"What exactly does Lord Li want to tell me?"
Li Simeng sneered: "When you returned to the painting academy under the pseudonym Bai Wan, I thought you were here for revenge. I didn't expect..."
Bai Wan smiled deeply, his eyebrows raised: "It's not worth it."
In ancient times, hatred and revenge were the only way to bring joy.
He saw things clearly at that time. If he paid a higher price for revenge and implicated more people, it would not be worth it.
Li Simeng couldn't stand his indifference: "Not long ago, you were just a cripple!"
"No, haven't you always been disabled?"
He looked meaningfully at the right hand of the person opposite him. The thumb had been cut off and the joints of the other fingers were basically dislocated.
Bai Wan just chuckled.
"Han lost his right hand, but his left hand can paint now. Blindness allowed me to enjoy the beauty of painting and learn various skills. Now that I have regained my sight, I can express my wonderful ideas in my painting, and I have reached a higher level!"
Bai Wan's answer seemed to contain no hatred or resentment, and his calm and composed expression was like that of an old man who had experienced a lot.
What I fear most is this kind of indifferent, indifferent look!
This can really burn and irritate those who provoke him!
"so what?"
"I think, if you could choose, you wouldn't want to start over from scratch with your left hand, and then start over again with your blind eye, right? From a painting saint to a rogue?"
Obviously, Li Simeng already knew Bai Wan's former reputation in Baiyun City.
We also know that if Bai Wan had not experienced amnesia for five years, he would never have become a street thug and ruffian.
I have to say, success made Bai Wan sick.
He obviously didn't want to care about this person anymore, but Li Simeng's words were as cold as ice: "How many people did Ling Shumo bring to Chijiang County?"
Bai Wan said sternly, "I don't know."
He would not reveal the details of the negotiations between the two dynasties, he was merely a painter responsible for recording.
Li Simeng snorted in anger.
Bai Wan only heard a hissing sound approaching, like grinding bones.
When he noticed, he saw that the so-called "master" was holding a handful of bamboo in his hand.
Again and again...scratching back and forth on a piece of stone.
The sound was extremely harsh.
Just like when he was imprisoned in the well prison, this man was rubbing the wall of the well next to him with a copper hammer.
"You know, it was me who smashed your hand when you were imprisoned. It was also me who ordered people to do something in Jiangzhou and blow up Penglai Cave, causing you to go blind!
Li Simeng's words were as cold as ice: "You should have recovered all your memories, right?"
Is this person really shameless?
Bai Wan raised the self-defense clip in his hand and placed it around Li Simeng's neck.
"That's enough! Don't think I don't dare!"
Although he has no military power, it does not mean that he has no means of self-defense in the chaotic times.
This was a hidden weapon that he had made for a long time. Every inch of it was embedded with a blade, and it could cut a person's throat with just a rotation.
The two armies will not kill the envoys when they negotiate for peace.
But if failure is the result, killing the messenger is the smallest price to pay, but it is also often the most irreversible.
"Go ahead and kill me!" Li Simeng moved the blade away, feeling a chill.
"Back then, you were all alone and helpless, and it was me who provided you with food and clothing, taught you to read and paint, and nurtured you to become a talented person. Without me, you would have died at the age of seven."
"Since I have raised you and taught you, why can't I take it back?"
That's it!
This person has a unique perspective and logic.
Bai Wan nodded distractedly, her fingertips turning red from the force: "Because you raised and taught me. Do I have to accept everything you do?"
"Ran'er!" Li Simeng called him.
It seems like I haven't heard such a name in more than ten years.
When I first became Li Simeng's disciple, he often called me that.
At least in the first five years, they indeed lived a wonderful life with deep love between master and apprentice and loving upbringing.
He did feel lucky and grateful that he was adopted by a famous teacher after his parents passed away.
pity……
Li Simeng seemed to notice Bai Wan's emotion, and his expression changed slightly again and again: "It's all your fault. Why did you insist on painting "The World's No. 1 Picture" back then? If not for this, I wouldn't have done it."
He smiled softly: "How can you draw the best picture in the world?"
"Since I can fly kites with you when you were little, I can also make sure that you can never hold a kite again."
……
Bai Wan really didn't want to listen any further. He had been deliberately avoiding such memories.
He really doesn't understand.
Everyone hopes that the disciple will surpass his master and carry forward the teachings of his master.
But I didn't expect that there is a kind of feeling in this world called master's jealousy of his disciple.
Not only did he want to ruin his painting career, he even wanted to kill him.
There was no need to destroy Han Miaoran. At that time, he had no interest in becoming an official through painting and competing with him for power and status.
Taking advantage of the moment when Bai Wan was distracted, the blade in his hand stopped rotating and cut a hole inward directly in the opposite direction.
Suddenly, blood began to seep from his neck...