Painter

Chapter 121: Chapter 120

The news that the big demon Yu Yuan was easily beheaded spread throughout the city with the official announcement and a copy of the mansion.The commotion caused by this incident was quickly swept away. In the tearoom of the restaurant, the people of Xuandu laughed at the big monster for being overconfident, and proudly praised the saint's courage as before.

The people of Xuandu can get rid of their uneasiness with just three or two glasses of wine.The ministries of Xuandu were not so relaxed. Since last night, they have been working closely to investigate all clues related to the demon attack.All the ministers knew that, early in the morning, Yuan Chongshan, the Lord of the Right Forbidden God Zha Si, was summoned into the palace by the sage.But no one knows what the sage and Yuan Liuer said at the Yulongchi.No one knew that after Yuan Chongshan left the palace, the first thing he summoned his cronies to do was not to investigate the demon attack, but to investigate a "Master Ximoju".

The demon shadow that shook Xuandu last night turned into a huge headless demon corpse this morning, and was displayed in front of the old imperial city by Chen.The people gathered under the demon corpse, some were curious to watch, some were afraid, some were celebrating, it was very lively.

But at this time, Fuyu Mountain is still very quiet, as if it is outside the world.Among the lush forests, morning birds flutter their wings.

The morning light sprinkled along the forest sea and into the cliff cave. Li Chan, who was half lying against the wall, raised her eyebrows, opened her eyes in a daze, and subconsciously groped for the edge of the bed, but what she touched was the cold stone surface.

Li Chan was stunned, and looked out of the cave. There were vast clouds and mist above the gloomy forest and sea.He just woke up like a dream, and he was already in the Qingque Palace at this time.

The scenery on this kind of jade cliff is good, but it is not a good place to sleep. It is not as good as Ximojuli. As soon as you open your eyes, the monsters under you are ready to brush their teeth.

Li Chan looked sideways, and Xiao Lingsu was leaning against the other side of the cave wall, sleeping soundly.Without waking Xiao Lingsu up, he walked lightly to the west side of the cave wall and unfolded a corner of the scroll in the alcove.

In the painting, the white fox is sleeping with its eyes closed, breathing weakly. Li Chan takes out a reddish-yellow pill from her sleeve.

When Xiao Lingsu presented the pill, Li Chan pretended to eat it, but actually hid it in his sleeve.He pressed the elixir into the scroll, and the white fox opened his mouth and swallowed the elixir.

The white fox's chest rose and fell slightly, and the long and narrow eyes opened a slit, with complicated eyes.

……

Under the green hill, there is a white fox with rhinoceros horns on its forehead.

The fox has a strong personality, and it is common for the white fox to interbreed with other races and give birth to different species. However, this white fox was abandoned by his mother since he was a child. He has no backing and hunts insects and birds in the mountains for food.

The white fox is taciturn by nature, and has little in common with other gentle and charming fellows except for their appearance.After gaining spiritual wisdom, the white fox also had little communication with his fellow foxes, and was even treated coldly by other foxes, so he became more and more withdrawn.

Later, when the white fox entered the human world, he didn't learn how to play with people's hearts. As a result, he was regarded as a different kind.

Suddenly one day, Mie Mengniao came to Lord Bixuyuan with a divine decree, and Lord Bixuyuan ordered the white fox to sneak into Xuandu and explore the old imperial city at night, using the position of envoy of wandering around in all directions.

The white fox knew that this was an errand of a narrow escape, but he couldn't disobey his orders, he could only obey.If things are done and go back, the official position will be added, and there will be no need to endure the cold eyes of the same clan.If the success fails, return this life to Qingqiu.

The white fox sneaked into the palace and was wounded by the shadow in the picture. After narrowly escaping half his life, he could only wait to die in the night rain.At the moment before he died, he saw a man accompanied by a hundred ghosts.

The white fox was included in the painting and entered a brush and ink studio.The ink studio was opened in the well of Xuandu City, but it raised many demons.All the monsters are of different races, but they get along very warmly.But the white fox is used to being cold-eyed, so he can't adapt to this kind of life for a while.

Baihu has a stubborn temperament, refuses to compromise, and regards others as masters.For her, sacrificing herself to block the flying sword on the bank of Yunfu West Bank to repay her life-saving grace is no more difficult than calling out "A Lang".

Baihu didn't like to owe favors, even though he was hurt by the flying sword, he felt a little more relaxed.Unexpectedly, the man saved the healing elixir and gave it to her first.

Even if the white fox was injured in the past, it would only sneak into Qingqiu to find some rehmannia root and black nightshade to eat, and no one had ever fed it elixir.

She thought that this square-inch picture scroll seemed to be more suitable than Qianli Qingqiu.

……

Li Chan was about to close the scroll, when the white fox in the painting suddenly called softly: "A Lang."

Li Chan stopped closing the picture scroll, a little surprised, most of the fox tribe is soft and cunning, but Tu Shanxi is the opposite, he is more stubborn and stronger.Although this fox girl was included in the painting, it was the first time that she uttered the title "A Lang" to show her master and slave.

In the painting, the white fox and Li Chan look at each other, their long and narrow eyes flick away, and then look elsewhere.

Li Chan smiled slightly, "Heal well."

"Ah."

The scroll was closed, the white fox closed its eyes, Li Chan turned and walked towards the stone table.

Xiao Lingsu's eyelids moved, but they did not open.

Li Chan glanced at him and couldn't help smiling, "You're already awake, what are you pretending to be?"

Xiao Lingsu pretended not to be able to sleep, opened his eyes innocently and said: "I didn't see anything."

"You mean you heard it?"

"I heard a little bit." Xiao Lingsu smiled awkwardly, and glanced at the scroll, "Did you just talk to that fox girl?"

Li Chan nodded. There were two gourds of water hanging on the side of the table, which was enough for a day. He took off a gourd, unplugged it, and poured it with his head up.

Xiao Lingsu said with emotion: "Your method of heresy is really strange, you can actually incorporate monsters into the painting, it is not far from magical powers."

Li Chan drank the day's water in a few sips, but still felt thirsty, licked her lower lip eagerly, and asked, "Do you want to learn?"

Xiao Lingsu thought that the fox girl looked really good-looking yesterday, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head quickly: "I am the authentic heir of the Taoist school."

Li Chan smiled, and hung the gourd back on the side of the table. The gourd without water was shaken by the mountain wind.Seeing that Li Chan drank happily, Xiao Lingsu also brought her own gourd to drink.It was the time when the wound was healed, and it was very easy to get thirsty, and Xiao Lingsu's gourd also bottomed out without taking two sips.He hung the gourd back, sighed, and before going to sleep last night, he comforted himself that although he was punished to face the wall, he just happened to practice with peace of mind.Now I can't even quench my thirst, so I don't even have the slightest desire to practice.

But Li Chan walked to the entrance of the cave, held his finger in his mouth and blew.

After a loud whistle sounded, two blue light flashed across the forest sea one after the other, and flew into Zhongyuya's cave.

As soon as the two blue sparrows entered the hole, they danced around Li Chan. Li Chan sat on the edge of the hole and spread his palms, and the two sparrows jumped into his palms and squeezed back and forth.

Xiao Lingsu watched from the side, saying that it was a lie not to be envious, and couldn't help but ask: "Why is Mr. Que so close to you?"

Li Chan teased Yin Xing's beak with her fingers, "It's just that I can understand what they say, and they also like to hear me talk about things outside the mountains."

As he spoke, Gou Ming opened his mouth in his palm and yelled a few times.

Li Chan showed a thoughtful expression when he heard the words, and seeing Xiao Lingsu beside him was a little curious, so he explained: "When I was driven down the mountain half a year ago, there was a story that was left untold, and Daqing was blaming me at this moment." Yes. What was I talking about?" The last sentence was addressed to Qing Que.

Daqing yelled again.

Li Chan was stunned, "Oh, what about Longwuguan... By the way, there is a charcoal seller in Longwuguan. By the way, the charcoal seller in Longwuguan is a widower. He is over 60 years old and lives alone without children. No daughter, living by selling charcoal. It is not easy for the charcoal seller to live to this age alone. After all, he feels lonely. That winter, he built a snow doll at the door of the house, facing the snow doll every day Talk. Dress him and give him a name."

Li Chan was originally telling a story to Qing Que, but Xiao Lingsu, who was on the side, was fascinated after listening to a few words, and asked, "What's your name?"

Seemingly dissatisfied with Xiao Lingsu's interruption, Erqing yelled angrily at Xiao Lingsu twice.

Li Chan said, "It's called Dongsheng."

After Li Chan spoke, Erqing became quiet again, and Xiao Lingsu stopped asking questions.

In the mountain wind, two sparrows are alone, listening to the story told by the young man sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the cave.

"Accompanied by this snow doll, the charcoal seller's winter has been smoother than ever. When the snow was about to melt, he was reluctant to part with him. He said a lot to the snow doll, and only hoped that the snow would last forever." It’s better not to melt.”

"But the charcoal seller didn't know that this Dongsheng has become a fine man and can understand human speech. As a result, the winter at Longwuguan was a whole month longer than usual, and the snow hadn't melted. In this way, not only selling charcoal Weng can continue to get along with Dongsheng, and the supply of charcoal in Guancheng is also in short supply, making the charcoal seller a lot of money."

"However, in this way, the spring plowing was missed, and the farmers suffered. Some poor families were even frozen to death."

Having said that, Li Chan stopped.

and after?Xiao Lingsu subconsciously wanted to ask, but learned to be a good boy, looked at Er Qing, and didn't make a sound.

Erqing tilted his head and waited for a while, but seeing that Li Chan still had no intention of continuing, he finally couldn't help but screamed urgently.

However, Li Chan looked at the two empty gourds by the table, and said with a smile, "My throat is a little dry, but I don't have any water to drink. Please help me get some to drink."

(End of this chapter)