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Night falls, the green bamboo sways gently, and the light of the lanterns at the entrance of the academy flickers on a ink painting of peach blossoms. This is the Peach Blossom Village Academy, and the master of the painting is Liang Jing.
Liang Jing, a scholar on his way to take the imperial examination in the capital, has beautiful calligraphy and exquisite painting skills. His future is bright, as he is about to participate in the imperial examination and has high hopes for success.
Liang Jing's former residence is located in an ancient alley, where the cobblestones have been worn smooth as a mirror.
The lush willow leans against the old brick wall, presenting a rare and tranquil scene.
Liang Jing was originally a scholar who went to the capital to take the imperial examination. He was exceptionally talented and had outstanding writing skills. His dream was to pass the examination with the highest honors and then do practical things for the people.
Although his family was not wealthy, he felt like the luckiest person in the world because he had a father, Liang Yun, who was knowledgeable and courteous, a virtuous mother, Wang Shi, the support of his wife Fan Yao, the admiration of his sister Liang Yan, and his obedient brother Liang Ji.
However, when the scales of fate tipped, everything changed.
In the autumn of a year, Liang Jing, who went to the capital to take the imperial examination, ended up failing because someone secretly replaced his exam paper.
Liang Jing At that time, I didn't know that all of this was done by a powerful official, simply because his son was also taking the same exam, and the man wanted to ensure his son passed.
In the magnificent mansion, with the scent of incense in the air, the noble disciple Ruicheng converses with a white-haired corrupt official. On the table in front of them are various porcelain and precious jade items.
"Old master, that Liang Jing is a dangerous character. If we don't eliminate him soon, it will bring endless trouble!" Ruicheng shows a cunning smile, looking strangely sinister.
The corrupt official straightened his robe, stroked his white beard, and coughed, "Young Master Rui, how should we proceed with the plan?"
Ruicheng chuckled, "Planting false evidence and shifting blame, Old Master, you're quite skilled in these underhanded tactics. Once he's in prison, he won't see the light of day again in this lifetime."
"This is a big deal. If we fail, we won't be able to escape death. Young Master Rui, are you confident?" The corrupt official tightly gripped the teacup, clearly nervous.
"Don't worry, I've already found out that he has a younger brother, a younger sister, and a wife, and they are all in nearby villages. I will send someone to take care of them, so he will be in despair and won't have any resistance left."
"Okay, that's the best. Once he falls, we can do whatever we want, haha!" The corrupt official laughed three times, and the whole room was filled with a sinister atmosphere.
Liang Jing was having dinner with his brother Liang Ji, sister Liang Yan, and wife Fan Yao in their own courtyard. At this moment, a guard suddenly burst in.
"Liang Jing, you are suspected of treason. Come with me to the capital's guardhouse for trial!" The guard shouted, and other guards immediately entered the courtyard, armed.
Liang Jing frowned, knowing it was not good, but in order to protect his family, he did not choose to resist.
"Why? I am just a common scholar, I have never done anything wrong, why arrest me!" Liang Jing asked discontentedly.
"No time to explain, come with us!" the guard responded harshly.
Liang Jing was thrown into a dim, damp prison cell, surrounded by iron bars and a deathly silence.
Suddenly, a dark figure quietly entered the prison cell. Liang Jing took a look and realized it was the noble disciple Ruicheng.
"Liang Jing, you're in big trouble now. Once you're in here, there's no way out. Haha!" Ruicheng laughed maliciously.
"Why do you do this? I have no grudge against you!" Liang Jing said with anger in his eyes.
"No grudge? Don't you think you've lived too long? Besides, I don't need a reason to act. As for your family, I will make them accompany you in death."
Liang Jing's aura suddenly became extremely cold and ruthless, emitting a suffocatingly heavy atmosphere throughout his body.
"If you dare threaten my family, then let me see how much courage you really have!" Liang Jing scolded, his voice revealing a resolute coldness.
"You are now locked up here, and you still dare to talk big? And now you can't do anything to me." Ruicheng said and then left with a smile.
Liang Jing stood in the cold prison cell, his hands bound to the stone wall with rough iron shackles. The surroundings were dark and devoid of daylight, with only a few faint beams of light seeping in through the cracks in the floor. This cell bore witness to his transformation from a promising scholar to an accused thief. But he understood that it was all a conspiracy by those noble disciples and corrupt officials.
"Look at you, this is your fate now. Despised and rejected by so many, what worth do you have?" The jailer sneered as he walked in, casually tossing a copper bell-shaped food box onto the ground.
Liang Jing Silent, but filled with anger and disappointment. He remembered his father, Liang Yun, and his mother, Wang, and how they had worked hard to support his education. He had once held so many dreams, hoping to change the fate of his family through the imperial examination.
At home, Liang Daquan couldn't help but clench his fists, tears uncontrollably falling to the ground. "Jing, how could this happen? Weren't you always the pride of our family?"
Mrs. Wang shook her head and said, "Husband, you also know that the world is unfair. There are some things that we cannot control. But we cannot give up hope of seeking justice."
In prison, Liang Jing met a fellow inmate named Li Wuheng, who used to be a skilled painter. Seeing Liang Jing looking troubled, Li Wuheng asked, "Young man, why do you have so much sorrow at such a young age?"
Liang Jing hesitated for a moment, and then recounted his experience to Li Wuheng. After listening, Li Wuheng sighed, "It's truly a tragedy. You know, sometimes life brings unexpected turns, but the most important thing is that we must not be trapped. We must learn to adapt, and even influence the world in different ways."
Not long after, Li Wuheng passed away due to illness, and before his death, he handed his paintbrush to Liang Jing. "I won't have the chance to create a masterpiece, but I believe you can. Use this paintbrush to paint the world you desire, perhaps you will find a different path."
Liang Jing took the brush and was deeply moved, but also quietly made a vow in his heart. Even if he cannot seek justice in a normal way, he will use another method to correct the injustice in this world.
Liang Jing, who is imprisoned, often hears the mocking laughter of the guards and the cries of other prisoners late at night, when everything is quiet. It all seems to mock the helplessness and failures of his life.
With his eyes closed, he can only see the faces of his family, loved ones, and unborn child, all wearing deep sorrow and disappointment.
Originally, he held a brush in his hand and expressed his ideals and aspirations on the rice paper. At that time, he was full of hope and longing for the future.
But now, everything has changed. He has become a plaything of fate, a pitiful creature who can't even protect his own family.
Life in prison is like a heavy nightmare every day, as if trapped in a desperate cycle, surrounded by pain and desolation. The rusty iron cage, the oppressive atmosphere, and the constant wails of despair seem like ghosts mocking the fate of the prisoners.
However, one day, this monotonous routine was broken. A guard with hollow eyes and a strange atmosphere, dragging heavy steps, carrying a canvas, rolled into Liang Jing's cell.
"This is yours," the guard said in an almost unintelligible voice, then hurried away.
The painting depicted a tree sketched with simple ink lines, but it was different from the lush images typically found in landscape paintings. The tree's trunk was crooked and twisted, as if struggling desperately in the wind and rain, trying to break free from some indescribable restraint. The branches were sparse, with hardly any greenery, hinting at a sense of misery and an inescapable fate.
Liang Jing stared at the painting, a nameless emotion churning in his heart. He had thought he was numb to everything, but this painting seemed to open a door deep within him. He couldn't help but wonder, what hidden meaning lay within this painting? Who had sent it? And for what purpose?
What puzzled him even more was that the painting had no signature or mark, as if it had suddenly fallen from the sky or drifted in from a dream. But in any case, the painting had become the only thing that made him feel curious and unusual in this desolate environment.
So, in the long dark night, the demon of The Immortal in the Painting quietly gestated from his soul.
One night, Liang Jing disappeared from the prison inexplicably, and people only found an unsigned painting in his cell. The tree in the painting seemed to be laughing, as if mocking the absurdity and darkness of the world.
But Liang Jing asked himself deep down, if time could be turned back, would he choose to take this path? Every time he thinks about this, his heart becomes unusually heavy.
Liang Jing knows well that his soul has been filled with hatred and sorrow, but what else can he do? This is the only path he can choose, even if it is a dead end with no outcome.
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