Painter

Chapter 164 Thirteen: Voicing

As the autumn sun falls, the black donkey in the courtyard chews the grass, turning its lips to reveal its red mouth and white teeth.

Through the window pane of the guest house, one can see a Tingchao stone inkstone on the table.Among the things sent by the painters of the Old Pen Club, Li Chan loves this inkstone the only one.He pinched a piece of pine smoke ink with three fingers and rubbed the bottom of the inkstone. No water was added, and the inkstone was already filled with a shallow layer of ink.

On his left, there is a folded booklet of the Sutra, without the cover of the book, only the words "Lin Gong Ji You" are written on the booklet.The book is full of petite characters, recording what he has seen and heard since he left Xuandu and traveled eastward.He put the ink sticks in the box, the exhibition book, and the candlestick as a paperweight.Pick up the pen and dip it in the ink, draw another vertical line, write "Qizhou", and write Zheng Langjun's name behind it.

He also wrote: "In the south of Qizhou, there is Mount Wuwu, and at the foot of the mountain is Baitou Village, with ancient trees. In the autumn of the 23rd year of Lin Gong, there was a catastrophe, and all the villagers died. There is Mr. Zheng Lang, the son of Zheng Junshan, who knows three talents and six tops. Tongmingtang Regarding the matter of the Yukui, I prayed for supernatural powers in Yujing, heard the news of the disaster, went to Baque to collect food, and returned to Qingling County, where I died of illness.”

After finishing writing about Mr. Zheng Lang, he made another vertical line and wrote the three characters Ya Qiansui.

He also wrote: "In the east six miles of Qingling County, there is Jiang's Yizhuang, complete with school offices, ancestral halls, and family fields. Because of the plague, it was abandoned. County people send coffins and dead bodies here. There are thieves who catch people and eat them. There are old people. Wu, a cannibal who becomes a demon after a thousand years of life."

Immediately afterwards, Li Chan began to write about "Changping Ghost Lord".

Holding the candlestick, Xu Da saw that Li Chan had finally written this, and shouted: "Ah Lang, you must write us more majesticly, don't let us be named Snow Lion Lord!"

Li Chan glanced at it, "Write your name in, and I won't be able to hide it."

Xu Da sighed: "Mr. Snow Lion, you are doing such a chivalrous thing, but you want to hide your head and show your tail. It's a pity, a pity!"

Li Chan smiled and said: "It's okay if you don't want to hide your head and show your tail. Now that I have planted the Tao, you will not be a demon cat in the future, and you can call yourself a civet cat."

The white cat jumped five feet high and landed on the beam, its tail was wagging, its eyes were bright, "Really?"

Li Chan said: "But don't spit out people's words easily, and startle others."

"Okay!" Xu Da jumped off the beam, paced back and forth on the table, and said excitedly: "We have finally waited for this day, and after that, the tiger roars in the mountains and the roc spreads its wings! Thousands of people praise Snow Lion Lord! Alright, OK!"

Ignoring Xu Da's reverie, Li Chan continued to write.

The cat farting demon was also hidden in the scroll. Xu Dawei walked back and forth majestically for a long while, no one paid attention to him, and gradually calmed down. He squatted by the paper and watched Li Chan write, and asked, "Ah Lang wants this book?" Pass it out?"

Li Chan nodded.

Xu Da said: "Ah Lang is going to write a book and set up a biography to educate the world!"

Li Chan smiled, "What nonsense? It's just a brief description."

He wrote a few words and said: "I remember six years ago, when I was outside the customs, I passed a place called Fuyang. There were poor mountains and rough waters in that place. Although there were people, people who lived to 30 years old were considered long-lived. People from Fuyang But he is not afraid of death, in the eyes of Fu Yang people, a person who is out of breath is not considered dead, as long as there are still people who remember his name and voice, he is still alive."

He continued to write about the ghost master in Changping, "In this troubled world, many people died without anyone knowing. I wrote them down. According to the people of Fuyang, they will come back to life in the book."

Hong Yao's voice came from the scroll hanging on the wall: "Ah Lang doesn't need to write about the dead, you might as well include what you have seen and heard before."

Li Chan understood Hong Yao's thoughts as soon as she heard it, and said with a smile: "Okay, I will write about the Goddess Bridge in the future." After a pause, he added: "I will also write about the affairs outside the pass."

There was a faint but loud cheer from the scroll.

Li Chan thought in his heart that if he also included the strange things about Dayong's foreign countries, he would not be considered Lin Gong Ji You.But don't think about it for now.After finishing writing about the ghost master in Changping, I put the booklet to dry the ink, and then started to pack my luggage.Insert the Xuanxin Sword into the left side of the book case, followed by the painting scroll, oilcloth umbrella, brand new hemp rattan shoes and books.

Xu Da asked: "Let's leave now, and leave without eating?"

Li Chan said: "Zheng Ming's mansion has just experienced the pain of bereavement, and Qingling County still has a lot of affairs to deal with. Although the grain is in the warehouse now, the few big clans can't be easily settled, so I won't cause more trouble. "

Putting away the books that were drying ink, and carrying the book case on her back, Li Chan left the guest room.

A Confucian scholar in green robe walked into the courtyard at this moment.

Although Li Chan pretended to be the Changping Ghost Lord and besieged Qingling County, he had never seen that Ming Mansion, but the Zheng Langjun he had seen was a little like this green-robed Confucian scholar.

Zheng Junshan walked into the hospital, this man who had a calm demeanor even though he was arrested and interrogated by the police finally showed fatigue on his face.He saw the young man in front of him.The young man's appearance is quite handsome, his eyes are like lacquer, and he seems to be no more than two years older than his only son.

Seeing the young man carrying the book case again, Zheng Junshan was slightly taken aback, "Is Li Lang leaving?"

Li Chan took the reins of the black donkey, "Just about to bid farewell to Mr. Zheng."

"I left in such a hurry, but the reception in the house was not good enough? I haven't thanked Li Lang for giving me the sword..."

"It's just a little effort, Zheng Jun doesn't have to take it to heart." Li Chan said, "Now that Zheng Ming's mansion is entangled in many things, I don't want to bother. Before Xiaoxue, I had to rush to Yujing, but now the time is approaching, but There's no room to stay."

The examinations for the Qianyuan Academy are usually held in February and March every year, and the registration of students is presided over by the Ministry of Rites and the Second Department of Chongxuan and Xuanchan, and it is completed in the autumn of the previous year.

As a practitioner, Zheng Junshan could feel that the breathing and behavior of "Li Dan" in front of him were indistinctly consistent with the movement of the heaven and earth's vitality. He asked, "Li Lang wants to test the Qianyuan Academy?"

Li Chan nodded.

If Mr. Zheng Lang was still there, he should go to Yujing this autumn. Zheng Junshan looked at the book case behind Li Chan, opened his mouth, but didn't say any more words to persuade him to stay.

"Then I'll give Li Lang a ride."

……

Zheng Junshan sent Li Chan to the west of Qingling County, next to the water post next to the Jing River, where the shadows are sparse and the autumn water is clear and clean.

The postman in this water post is familiar with the hundreds of miles of nearby waters, even with his eyes closed, he can easily open the chaotic reefs under the water.

When the postman untied the cable, Zheng Junshan faced the dusk, looked at the water, and suddenly asked: "Does Li Lang know the art of telepathy?"

Li Chan, who was carrying the book case, looked sideways at Zheng Junshan, "Why did you say that?"

"Mr. Lang died two months ago." Zheng Junshan and Li Chan looked at each other, "Li Lang passed through Baitou Village a few days ago, if he hadn't learned the technique of communicating with the secluded, how could he know so clearly about Mr. Lang's life? "

"I don't know how to communicate with ghosts." Li Chan shook her head and looked at the pole worker at the bow, "But it's not too bad."

Zheng Junshan pondered for a while, then said abruptly: "Are you that Changping Ghost Lord?"

Li Chan raised her eyebrows, "Why did you think of me?"

"Other than me in Qingling County, you are the only practitioner." Zheng Junshan looked at Li Chan, "I heard from the servant that you were not in the guest room the night the ghost soldiers passed through."

Li Chan smiled, "No matter who the Changping ghost master is, he hasn't done any evil after all, so why worry about his identity?"

The pole worker called out from the bow.

Zheng Junshan was surprised when he heard Li Chan's words, but he didn't ask any more questions, he just sent Li Chan to the side of the boat, "I have a very close relationship with Ying Qiu, but it's a pity that I don't have time to leave recently, so I only have a quick meeting with Li Lang." We need to part. When we enter Beijing someday, you and I will meet again for a drink, but I don’t know how to find you?”

Li Chan said: "If Mr. Zheng wants to find me, he should look for Shenzha Si Jingji Youyi Envoy."

"Youyi envoy from Gyeonggi?" Zheng Junshan looked at Li Chan, and thought of Chen Haochu, who was also a member of the Shenzha Si Youjin, with a dazed expression.

Li Chan walked to the side of the boat and stopped. In autumn, there were few waves in the Jing River, and the sound of the tide on the shore was faint.He looked back at Zheng Junshan, the Grand Master of the Qianyuan Academy, he had experienced all kinds of setbacks in just over a month, and even his only descendant died in Nomura for no apparent reason.Xu Yingqiu, who is also a bachelor of Qianyuan Academy, is much more chic than this Zheng Mingfu.

After going to Yujing, Li Chan will also take on an important position.Zheng Junshan's situation made people hesitate, he asked: "Has Zheng Jun thought about not being an official anymore?"

Zheng Junshan said: "I have thought about it many times."

"Then why don't you go?"

Zheng Junshan looked at the Jing River, "You see, although the autumn water is clear, autumn is the season of desolation, and the vegetation withers. But once spring comes, although the spring tide is turbid, everything can flourish. Although I love autumn water more, I want to Be a person who shakes up the turbidity and exalts the clear.”

"I see."

Li Chan bid farewell to Zheng Junshan.

The sky is like fire.

With a long pole support, the wooden boat goes against the sunset and melts into the darkening water and sky.

(End of this chapter)