Legend of Divine Painting

There is a legend that has been handed down since the time of Yao and Shun. It is said that there is a sacred painting that Xu You was instructed by the gods to create. It was a gorgeous painting praising the peaceful and prosperous times. ######################## When the legend lost its original appearance, the sacred painting wandered into the world. It was originally auspicious but turned into a sharp weapon, causing people to fight and greed. ************************ And what exactly are divine paintings? Thousands of years later, in the sound of the jade flute that can make hundreds of birds dance, whose hand gently pinches the melodious notes? ####################### In the flower divination period, what kind of warm love was buried in the dust and smoke? Phoenix God and Phoenix Fairy, after all the twists and turns, can they enter the divine painting again? *********************** When he saw her for the first time in the simple and beautiful ancient village, he sighed in his heart: There is a beauty who is peerless, and a city that is beautiful is a country that is beautiful. ####################### Many years later, it was still the same ancient village, but the beauty said silently: If possible, I would rather never see it. *********************** How is that possible? After experiencing everything in Wanzhou Mountain, she understood better than anyone else that Hua Bu Xinqi had already come alive when she met him, and Xiao Yuxi was what he looked like when he was sleeping. She had met him a long time ago. ####################### And his appearance was not completely filled with love. There was countless hatred in his deep eyes. Even though she could not remember what had happened in the divine painting, their common mission made them dependent on each other in inexplicable love and hatred. *********************** Love is like the turbid current of the Yangxi River. It is unclear how to explain the separation and reunification. Even the Phoenix God and Fengxian each have their own attachments to love. When love cannot protect her (him) and the world at the same time, then love can sacrifice itself. ###################### Reclining against the mountains and rivers of the world, listening to a crisp flute, flowers blooming and falling silently, looking at the ink landscape, birds flying, and divine paintings unfolding with ink wind *********************** Please take a look at the sacred paintings ################## You won't regret it after reading this magical painting, which will take you into the legend of quiet beauty and simplicity, green bricks and ink tiles, and refreshing breeze and flowing water.