Painter

Chapter 137: Chapter 130

Under the eaves, the trousers of the old man in sackcloth were wet, and the tip of his umbrella was dripping with rain.He carried a bamboo box in his right hand, and the box was full of bronze mirrors. When Li Chan saw these bronze mirrors, he suddenly remembered that he had seen these mirrors half a month ago when he broke into the backyard of the bronze mirror shop with the broken hairpin.

Li Chan shifted his gaze from the copper mirror in the chest to Lu Zijing's face. This old man is mysterious and unpredictable. When Xi Moju first opened, he saw through the scrolls of demons hidden in the house.But Li Chan didn't expect that Lu Zijing even knew about Mr. Bi's existence.

There are four demons in the study room, the god of paper is named Shangqing, the girl of ink is named Huidi, and the god of inkstone is named Cuifei.As for Mr. Bi, his name is Peia, and he was born to know the affairs of the world.Li Chan is well versed in the world's monsters and monsters, all of which were taught by Mr. Bi.When Mr. Bi was still in Taodu Mountain, he was able to know all about the affairs of Dayong Kingdom. He even knew that the vegetarian restaurant in Jingshuilou in Xuandu was the best, and the variety of miscellaneous food in Longjin Bridge in Dongjiaolou was the most abundant. Drama.At that time, Li Chan yearned for Dayong Kingdom because of this.

Bi Jun has been by Li Chan's side for more than ten years, and it was the first time someone came to look for it. Li Can cautiously said: "Mr. Lu actually knows Bi Jun?"

Lu Zijing smiled slightly: "I'm an old acquaintance with him."

Li Chan looked at Lu Zijing. The temperament of the mirror-grinding old man seemed to be different tonight, but he couldn't say exactly what was different.He hesitated, and moved away.

"Come in and sit down."

Lu Zijing entered the room and put down the bamboo box. Li Chan saw the 24 weather pattern on the back of the mirror, but didn't want to think about it, and called: "Qing Niang, please make a pot of tea."

The paper-cut female doll flew down the window lattice and turned into a beautiful woman in red.

Lu Zijing glanced at Sao Qingniang, nodded to her with a smile, and Sao Qingniang smiled back, walked to the clay stove in the corner of the room, and picked up the thick-bottomed black iron pot.When there is no open flame, the cold water in the pot boils, steaming hot water vapor, which floats out of the spout.

Seeing Sao Qingniang appearing, Li Chan felt relieved and stepped into the back room.He dragged out a wooden box from under the bed, looked back at the dangling door curtain, hesitated for a moment, turned his head to rummage through the paint, and took out the pen that was as toothsome as jade.

There was a patter of rain outside the Qingxin Courtyard, Li Chan held his pen and frowned slightly, not because he was worried that Old Lu would come to cause trouble, he had known this old man not long ago, and had had several exchanges with him, it could be seen that this old man had no malicious intentions.It's just that he didn't know the basics about this old man, and he couldn't figure out what the other party was going to do.

"Mr. Bi really recognizes him?"

Although he knew that the old man behind him was unpredictable, no matter how soft his voice was, he couldn't avoid his ears, but Li Chan still lowered his voice.

The pen was tapped lightly, like a nod, Li Chan was relieved and closed the wooden box.

In the front room, all the monsters looked curiously at the uninvited guest at the table.

The old man in sackcloth glanced over, and there were many ghostly shadows between the beams under the window.

Sao Qingniang brought the white porcelain tea bowl to the front, Lu Zijing accepted the tea ceremony and thanked her, put her hands on the bottom of the tea bowl, and looked towards the back room.

As soon as the door curtain moved, Li Chan went out of the room, sat opposite Lu Zijing, and put down a sum.

Mr. Bi was hanging on the table, Lu Zijing looked at the pen and said with emotion: "I haven't seen you for many years."

Pen Jun volleys to paint: "It's been more than 20 years."

Lu Zijing picked up the bamboo box at his feet and put it on the table.

"You refused to paint for me back then, how about I exchange these 24 mirrors for a painting today?"

You don't answer the pen.

Lu Zijing glanced at Li Chan, "You don't want these 24 mirrors, but they are of great use to him."

It seemed that he was lost in thought, Mr. Bi was silent for a while, and finally wrote: "I can only draw with your blood as ink."

Lu Zijing smiled, "Okay!"

Mr. Bi wrote: "Let's go out first."

Lu Zijing nodded, got up and glanced at Li Chan, then turned to the door to pick up the umbrella.

Li Chan listened to Mr. Bi and the old man's few words, and could only hear that they were old acquaintances. He picked up the pen, picked up the green oilcloth umbrella by the door, and followed.

It was raining continuously outside the house, and in the east courtyard, the candlelight was dim, and the sound of Liu Jian's reading could be faintly heard.

The old man and the young man left Qingxin West Courtyard with umbrellas. It was pitch black outside the courtyard, but the two walked out of the academy, through the Taoist temple, through the mountains and forests, as if they were walking on flat ground.

When we reached the cliff to the west of Xuanming Temple, the surrounding fields were pitch black, and Li Chan's green eyes saw the desolate grass and cold branches.

Lu Zijing stopped walking and said, "This place is good."

Mr. Bi wrote a few words in Li Chan's palm, and Li Chan understood, turned her head and called out: "Qing Niang, I'm sorry."

Sao Qingniang took a few steps forward, stood on the slippery rock on the edge of the cliff, her red dress trailed the ground, raised her eyes to the sky, and suddenly flicked her sleeves.

The surrounding area was originally cold and rainy at night, the moon obscured the stars, and it was so dark that no fingers could be seen.

With a flick of his sleeves and a slap, Ye Yu was driven elsewhere.

In an instant, the clouds parted and the moon cleared, and the rain on the cliff stopped.

Not far away, it was still raining.The moonlight shrouded the cliff, like a rain curtain hugging a pillar of moonlight.

Under the moonlight, Lu Zijing spread out his palm, a wound quietly opened in the palm, and blood flowed out.

He folded his hands into an inkstone, and filled his blood into ink.

Mr. Bi poked into Lu Zijing's palm, dipped in blood.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Bi swiped his brush in the air, and gradually outlined a figure in midair.

The more complete the figure was, the more blood Lu Zijing lost. Looking at the gradually formed figure, his complexion gradually turned pale.The whole person actually lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually, his bones disappeared.The threatening aura shot out from his eyes, like a divine sword that has been dusted for many years, and the edge is gradually revealed.

The eight-handled swords scattered in all directions lost their master's aura after Lu Zijing regained his magical powers, and stopped moving.At this time, it trembled even more violently, and the sound was like a dragon's chant!

Thousands of miles away, the ranger in the house suddenly sat up, with a terrified expression, he threw away the broken sword like a poisonous snake.With a clang, the broken sword left its sheath, broke the window and left.

In the sword pavilion of Xiyi Mountain, the white-clothed Taoist frowned slightly, and firmly pressed the hilt of his sword. The useless sword couldn't get rid of it, and it trembled endlessly, causing the swords in the pavilion to vibrate.

In the Qin Tianjian of Yujing City, the Dayan Sword flew around the beam from its sheath, its light was like a shooting star.The mute boy was not afraid, but just stared at it, as if very curious.

In Xuandu City, King Zhenxi held down the Shenjun sword, his face sinking like water.

Now the sage is traveling westward and is on his way to Mount Taodu.If Lu Zijing was born, the world might change drastically. Back then when he opened the gate of the ground, he was stopped.But now that no one is stopping him, if he is born again, will he have to do the unfinished work of his previous life again?

Even though he was worried, Han Ke was helpless.In terms of martial arts, he has become a master, but it is not certain whether he can match Lu Zijing's third life.

The Lord of the Eight Swords may be shocked or worried, but on the cliff to the west of Xuanming Guanxi, Li Chan has only doubts.

Under the moonlight, the figure outlined by Mr. Bi is quite thin, but his figure is tall and straight, and he can't see his appearance clearly for the time being. Li Chan thought to himself, this is Yin Shengxie, who is Yin Shengxie?

There was a faint sound of thunder in the rain, and a strong wind gradually picked up on the cliff.

The pen master made the last stroke.

The man under the moon has wide sleeves and a wide belt, his face is unclear, he turned his head to look at Lu Zijing, and said: "Looking at your current appearance, you have been in the world of mortals for more than a hundred years."

Lu Zijing's sleeves fluttered and he shouted, "Let's fight again!"

The Man under the Moon sighed softly, "Come on."

Lu Zijing laughed loudly and stepped out of the cliff.

In an instant, he disappeared together with the person under the moon, melting into the moonlight like water.

The two said they were going to fight, but they left quietly.

However, Fengyun seemed to be stirred by something. At first, there was a muffled thunder, and suddenly, there was a piercing sound, and the thunderbolt tore apart the night!

The silver snake danced wildly, and the rain poured down like a waterfall under the clouds. With a breath, the strong wind swept over, and the umbrella in Li Chan's hand was blown upside down, and it fell apart the next moment.

Li Chan's clothes fluttered and his hair danced wildly. He turned his head to watch the umbrella skin go away in the wind, mixed into the flying grass leaves, and the trees in the distance were swaying and the branches were broken.

This violent storm seemed to want to plow the entire Luming Mountain, roll up the stone skin, and wash it clean, without stopping at all.

Li Chan looked surprised. Although he had already guessed that the old man was not an ordinary person, the noise he made was really too surprising.Holding the bare umbrella handle, he froze for a while, then threw it away.Turning her head to look at the increasingly heavy rain, she murmured: "Qing Niang, how long will this rain last?"

"I don't know." Sao Qingniang, who was still flabbergasted just now, shook her head.

At this moment, the wind died down, and the rain stopped like a waterfall.After a while, the wind stopped and the rain stopped.

Li Chan looked towards the front of the cliff, the moonlight was clear, and the figures of the old man and the man under the moon disappeared without a trace.He lowered his head, holding the pen in his palm.

"How is this going?"

Mr. Bi briefly wrote: "Many years ago, he was defeated by an opponent, and he had a knot in his heart. Now he wants to untie his knot, but the opponent is dead, so he came to me and fought that opponent again."

"What about people?"

"Going into the painting."

Li Chan raised her eyebrows, "It's just gone?"

Mr. Bi wrote: "Whenever he wins, he will come out. If not, he will be trapped in the painting."

Li Chan breathed a sigh of relief. The old man was warm and gentle, and it would be really uncomfortable if he disappeared like this.

In Xuandu City, Zhenxi King Han Ke looked at Shenjun Sword who had finally calmed down, and also heaved a sigh of relief.But his brows were still untied, and when he returned to the mansion, he non-stop wrote letters to be sent outside the pass.

The ranger who was thousands of miles away regained his composure, chased him out of the house, and retrieved the broken sword in the alley, as if he had found a treasure, remembering that he threw the sword away, he slapped himself hard on the mouth.

In the sword pavilion of Xiyi Mountain, the useless sword no longer vibrated, and the sword in the pavilion also became quiet.

Only in the Sword Tomb of Qingque Palace, Wang Liyang looked at Bu Guang and the two swords of God and Shape, his expectant eyes dimmed, and he let out a long sigh.

"Grandfather."

(End of this chapter)