Painter

Chapter 183 32: Mr. Pen
At the second quarter of Shenchu, the fasting bell rang in Daxiangguo Temple and spread to several nearby squares.

There are few pedestrians on the Golden Mother Bridge in the south of Guangzhaifang, and there are patches of snow on the green beards of scholars in fur clothes. They hear the faint bells, and when they look up, the outline of Daxiangguo Temple is vague in the wind and snow.

He rolled up his sleeves and carried a hand stove, crossed the bridge, searched for people in the alleys, and found the old garden on the west side of the General's Mansion after a while.

After yesterday's Xinyuan Gathering, many excellent works such as "Speaking of Lotus Flower", "Book on Water", "Preface to Xinyuan Banquet Collection" and so on were published, as well as the names of Lingqiu Hezi and Lizhou Qingling Li Dan.

The literati in Qiu Yi once met Li Dan in Xuandu, and found Guangzhaifang after hearing the news. When he passed the alley, he heard the fairy tale of "a house in three days".Looking under the garden wall at the black tile hard top of the mountain, he couldn't help hesitating, could it be that the owner of the garden is not the Li Dan he knows?

He went to the gate of the garden and lifted the copper ring, and buckled it for a long time, but no one in the garden responded.

Listening intently, amidst the rustling of snow, only the occasional inaudible braying of a donkey can be heard.

Just as he was thinking about the whereabouts of the owner of the garden, he was startled suddenly and glanced at the copper lock on the door.But seeing that the tiger's eye carving on the copper lock is rough, there is nothing unusual, secretly wondering, why are you so restless today?
Qiu Yike hid under the eaves of the snow, waited for a while, and was about to leave, when he turned his head and saw a figure coming from Cangmi Lane, walking quickly.

Through the snow, the figure was wearing a windbreaker, so he couldn't see clearly. When he got close, Qiu Yike saw the appearance of the visitor, his face beamed with joy, and he called out: "Li Lang!"

Li Chan held two taels of purple jade light, thinking about the transformation of the pen king all the way, when he saw the uninvited guest in front of the door, he was stunned for a moment.

"Cui lectures?"

The person who came was Cui Hanzhen. When Li Chan lived in seclusion on Luming Mountain, the two had met.When Li Chan was cultivating the Tao, this lecturer also realized something, left the academy, and rushed to Yujing to try Qianyuan Academy again.

After more than half a year, the two met again. Now that Cui Hanzhen was wearing wolf fur, his demeanor was less rigid and solemn, and replaced with enthusiasm. He said happily: "I heard from the news from Xinyuan Yaji this morning When I arrived at Qingling Li Dan in Lizhou, I looked for him, and it turned out to be Li Lang!"

Li Chan is often on the move, and has only settled in Xuandu for a few years.He and Cui Hanzhen didn't meet much, but being able to see Xuandu people thousands of miles away in Yujing City made people feel very cordial.

He walked up the steps and pushed open the door, the copper lock clicked and then slid open by itself, attracting Cui Hanzhen's surprised gaze.Then the door opened with a creak, revealing the snow-covered Xinyuan behind.

"It's cold outside, come in and sit down."

……

Cui Hanzhen entered the door and looked curiously at this fairy house that was built in three days in the neighborhood. Although the chess pavilion in the garden was dilapidated, it was tidy, and the moss marks on the steps were green. other weeds.

Some winter flowers were planted in the garden, and there was no hay or donkey manure on the ground of the donkey shed.It takes a lot of work to keep the garden in perfect order, why is there no servant?
Cui Hanzhen thought so, Li Dan called to the kitchen, and a big man with a red face and a young girl in red walked out of the room.

It was the first time for Li Chan's monsters to show up in front of people. Hong Yao had her arms folded on her chest, bowed her head and knees slightly, and greeted the visitors without being rude but maintaining a proper distance.It was the first time for Chi Yasha to receive a guest, but he was obviously a little excited, his enthusiasm was too much, before he entered the door, he took off the wolf fur for Cui Hanzhen, and brought a copper basin of red-burning paulownia charcoal with his bare hands, which made Cui Hanzhen frowned.

And when the red Yaksha patted away the ashes in his palm, Xu Da was praising when he got into the house shortly, "Well, Goddess Empress is worthy of being worshiped by incense for many years, and she really can't find any faults in how she treats people!"

"What about us?" Chi Yasha laughed and rubbed his big hands like cattail fans, "Mr. Snow Lion, how are we doing?"

Xu Da aimed his cat's eyes over, looked up and down Chi Yasha, and sighed heavily.

The blue-faced sick gentleman beside him said: "It's not that I haven't seen a stranger before, so why are you so at a loss? Well, let's show up next time, don't be rude again!"

Chi Yasha was full of joy waiting for his colleagues to praise him, but instead he was blamed, his face turned livid, and he said angrily, "What do you know?"

In the guest room, Cui Hanzhen picked up a bowl of imperial tea made by the girl in red, took a sip, moistened his throat, and said in a low voice, "Li Lang's servant is not simple."

"Are you talking about that big man?" Li Chan glanced at the west window, and could vaguely hear the quarrel, "It turned out to be a bandit."

"No wonder." Cui Hanzhen put down his tea bowl, "Speaking of which, I have experienced a lot of twists and turns on the way to Yujing. If I didn't have some martial arts skills, I would have to explain it on the way. The world has been chaotic recently, but luckily the emperor has already entered the customs..."

The two talked for a while according to what they saw on the road, but Cui Hanzhen suddenly hesitated.

"If you have something to say, it's okay to say it."

"I heard this morning that Li Lang went to Xinyuan Yaji, but the rumors are not good for Li Lang."

"Oh, what did the rumors say?"

"It is said that you were a sensationalist in the Naya Concentration, annoyed Princess Lingbi, and were driven out." Cui Hanzhen sighed, "I had a dispute with Li Lang before, but I know you must not be a sensationalist, but you Being squeezed out?"

"So it's passed down like this..." Li Chan pondered for a while, but didn't take it seriously, she shook her head and smiled: "It's not that I was excluded, it's just that I don't want to stay there any longer."

Although Li Chan said so, Cui Hanzhen confirmed his guess and said seriously: "Li Lang must not take it to heart. Although Yujing is big, his connections are intricate. If someone targets him, he will easily cause trouble. Besides, he is currently in Qianyuan. On the eve of entering the academy, if Li Lang doesn't pay attention to his reputation, he will suffer a lot."

He smiled slightly, "Thank you for reminding me, I can save it."

"Li Lang just pay attention." Cui Hanzhen nodded, "How long has Li Lang been in Yujing?"

"More than a month."

"January... the time is not short, but I have never heard of Li Lang. Doesn't Li Lang communicate with people?"

"not much."

"This... Even if Li Lang is busy, he should spend some time on the papers. Cui's talents are sparse, and the articles he wrote can only be used for covering the ampoule. But after I arrived in Yujing, I donated everywhere. The connections of the Master of the Academy Mountain were also appreciated by the Master of the Haotian Temple in Baoningfang, and he formed the Zhuji Poetry Society with several fellows, known as the Zhuji Four Friends. I have gained a firm foothold in Yujing City. Li Lang's knowledge is far superior to mine. If you want to contribute poems and essays, I can recommend the master of Haotian Temple to Li Lang."

Yesterday at the mutton soup shop in West Market, Bai Weizhi also said similar things, but not as seriously and detailed as Cui Hanzhen. When this old-fashioned scholar is not a horny person, he is an enthusiastic person. Li Chan smiled slightly: "If you have time , must go to visit the Haotian temple master."

Just as he was talking, Hong Yao knocked on the door, came in with two bowls of soup, put them on the table, and said softly: "The two of you have talked so much, this soup is boiled with white sandalwood, tangerine peel, licorice and honeysuckle. Drink it to moisten your throat."

The so-called "when a guest arrives, serve tea, and when a guest comes, serve soup", Cui Hanzhen saw it and knew that it was the host's business, and he was about to see off the guest.Immediately drank the five-flavored soup, got up and said with a smile: "I came today without an invitation, what a bother, my friends in the Zhuji Society still have an appointment with me, so I will leave today."

Li Chan got up to persuade him to stay, but Cui Hanzhen evaded a few words, and finally Li Chan sent him outside the door, carrying the hand stove with red medicine and charcoal, and left the same way.When Cui Hanzhen's back disappeared in Cangmi Alley, Li Chan turned around and walked up the steps, and took a look at Hong Yao, "I haven't said to see off the guests yet, why did I serve the soup?"

"I see that when Alang talked to him, he looked out of the window four or five times." Hong Yao giggled, her eyes were very bright reflecting the snow.

"When did you learn it, and you will be able to observe words and demeanor." Li Chan smiled. Although he was quite friendly when he saw Xuandu people in Yujing, but the purple jade light in his arms, although it would not heat up, thinking of Mr. Bi Transformation, can not help but feel a little urgent.

"However, don't be so self-assertive next time." After adding another sentence, Li Chan entered the garden and was about to close the door when a figure came from the snow.

"Li Lang!"

The boy called out from a distance, and trotted towards the garden gate, his face flushed from the cold, carefully holding a palm-sized red mahogany box, "Pan Weng gave this to Li Lang."

Li Chan was a little surprised, put away the peach wood box, asked the boy to thank Immortal Mo, and went back to the study.

He took out the three taels of purple jade light, at first glance the ink stick was pitch black, but when he held it up and looked at the snowy light outside the window, the shadow on the edge of the ink stick and where the fingertips were squeezed was slightly purple again.In the blink of an eye, the dark pupils were filled with two colors of blue and blue, and the ink block was reflected in the pupils, and the purple brilliance flowed on the surface.

Just as others don't know why monsters can be hidden in the painting, Li Chan is also very surprised to see the energy flowing in the ink. He plays with the ink block in front of the snow light and looks carefully.

Mr. Bi flew up from the table and wrote in the air: "It turned out to be the mana of Huliang Weng. Huliang Weng has lived for thousands of years. Its branches are burned into ink. It is indeed a rare treasure."

"It was a worthwhile trip."

Li Chan put down the purple jade light, and then opened the red peach wood box.

When the box was opened for the first time, there was nothing unusual about it, except for the black ink block lying among the yellow silk, which was nothing special.Li Chan squinted his eyes, and subconsciously raised his palms to cover his eyes, as if he just came out of the dark room and saw the scorching sun for the first time, and it took a while to get used to it.Let go and open your eyes, the ink block reflected in the eyes is full of brilliance, as if shrouded in the surging red clouds.

"This……"

Li Chan reached out to pick up the ink block, only to see the word "Peach City" engraved on the ink.Throughout the entire Dayong Kingdom, Li Chan is most familiar with these two characters.He showed a look of reminiscence, and through the red ink light in his eyes, he seemed to see the peach blossoms that were as scarlet as fire, covering the sky and the sun.

Take a closer look, where is this ink?It is clearly the condensed image of the mysterious energy circulating between heaven and earth.

Follow a ray of energy, search for the past, as if following a tail of golden scales upstream, crossing the dragon gate, the red scales on the forehead are stained with blood, and there is a hidden tendency to form an horn!
This golden scale soared into the sky, and followed another ray of energy to transform into a red-crowned crane, spreading its wings and dispelling the clouds.

The sunrise is like fire, and the crane flies above the sea of ​​clouds, and then flies into the thousands of miles of morning glow with its wings folded.

The morning glow surged, and a baht of cinnabar was condensed on the cliff.

The cinnabar flows into the river with the rain, flows into the palace canal, and dyes the fallen leaves red.

The maid picks up the leaves, pulls out her hairpin, and carves poems between the veins of the leaves. When the cool wind blows, she looks up, and the green leaves meet the sky in front of her, and the lotus leaves reflect the sun...

Li Chan followed the energy mechanism in the ink, as if he had seen all the most popular things in the world.

After a long time, he came back to his senses, stared at the ink in his palm, and muttered with emotion.

"There are ninety-nine and 81 kinds of astonishing atmospheres condensed in this piece of ink. However, to move the energy mechanism between heaven and earth is a means that can only be obtained after cultivating the Tao, but I don't think that Immortal Mo is like a practitioner. "

"I thought making ink was a small way, but I never imagined that Pan Gu could do this." Mr. Bi wrote: "He has no physical power, but he uses external objects to draw his energy..."

"It's also a side door." Li Chan laughed. Although he had cultivated Taoism for a long time, he seemed to see his peers. "Mr. Pen, with this ink, I will definitely be able to draw a human body for you."

"Just use the purple jade light." Mr. Bi wrote, "This peach is very rare, so keep it for collection."

But Li Chan pulled Tingchao Shiyan to him, put Taodumo in it and began to grind it.

"The lion fights the rabbit with all its strength. I will draw a human body for you, the pen master, but you can't save it."

The pen strikes, a hook.

"Alright."

The ink in the inkstone gradually filled up, and when the inkstone was half full, Li Chan carefully put away the remaining ink sticks.

Push the window open, face the cold wind to calm your mind, and after getting rid of distracting thoughts, spread out a jade plate Xuan, facing a window of light snow, grab a pen and dip it in ink.

……

With the slightest movement of the pen, Li Chan closed his eyes. He was the writer, and he moved with the pen again. He glimpsed the loom of the day again. Following the intertwined silk threads, he saw a figure of a man in the shadow of the wind and snow.

The man was dressed in purple with a green ribbon and a black crown, and he was sitting madly. Li Chan drew the outline of this figure, and his mind gradually weakened.

The ink is still fully dipped in the pen, and it turns into wisps of air at this moment.

Red scales, crane tops, Danxia, ​​red leaves, lotus...

Shuttle between the looms, weaving the last vacancy of the canvas.

……

For Li Chan, painting is a fun thing, even if she feels exhausted from time to time, she never loses her enthusiasm.

But after painting this human body, I feel that all internal organs have been emptied, and I am afraid that within ten and a half months, I will not have the interest to draw a pen.

When the last stroke was made, the figure in his heart dissipated, and he opened his eyes, only to see that the jade plate in front of him was still white and clean.

What about painting?

Li Chan was taken aback.

In front of the west window, a man in purple clothes appeared at some time.

Facing Xiaoxue outside the window, the man looked about forty years old, his temples were stained with frost, and fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, but his facial features were still as handsome as a young man's.The green ribbon hung down from the shoulders and slid open with his raised sleeves.

A hand protruded from the sleeve, with slender knuckles, reached for the celadon plate on the windowsill, took an amber preserved apricot to the tip of its nose, closed its eyes and sniffed lightly.

The preserved apricots were purchased from the Hengshamen market in the Daxiangguo Temple. They are very common little red apricots, but he has long been acquainted with the five flavors, so he smells them very seriously.

He put the preserved apricots into his mouth, chewed carefully, and closed his eyes to taste.

It wasn't until he swallowed the sweet and sour body fluid that he turned around, looked at Li Chan, and said with emotion:

"It's much more delicious than the painted ones."

(End of this chapter)