Painter

Chapter 190 39: Silverfish
In the Hall of Spiritual Books, the human figure formed by the smoke wandered around for a while, and then quietly disappeared, after all, it did not leave the copper furnace with the crane head.Lingzhu waited for a long time with the hexagram, but he never saw Chang En manifest again.This is really strange, the priest did not make any mistakes, and the Book God also received the Shuwen, but he refused to send a spiritual response.Ling Zhu glanced at Chang En who was wearing a red scarf on the stage, put down the magic weapon, and shook his head.

"The God of Books went to Mount Xiyi a few days ago and had to go to the God Court to report on his duties. Maybe the God Court is far away, and the God of Books couldn't sense the sacrifice..."

"But the God of Books has shown signs of appearing just now." Song Xiang looked at the copper furnace with the crane's head hesitantly, knowing that most of the words of Lingzhu were excuses, "If we continue to sacrifice, can the God of Books receive the induction?"

Ling Zhu pondered for a while, nodded and said: "Of course it is possible."

"Then please Zhang Lingzhu continue to preside over the sacrificial ceremony. The disaster of this monster is no small matter, and nothing can go wrong."

After a few words of advice, Song Xiang left the Hall of Lingshu, intending to go and see the situation of the Gyeonggi Youyi Envoy.

He passed through several study buildings, and when he approached Shiming Pavilion, he saw Li Xikun waiting outside the pavilion, and couldn't help frowning.Asking Li Xikun to stay and guide Li Dan, not only to find out what this envoy from the capital city has found out, but also has some unspeakable thoughts - if he can delay Li Dan for a while, and wait until the book god appears, the case will naturally be understood up.It's a pity that although this Li Xikun has some literary talents, his brain is too inflexible.

"How did you get out?"

"Li Youyi wants to investigate the case on his own, and I will be here waiting for you."

"Lantai is an important place for collecting books. Even if Li Youyi is good at finding monsters, he is not familiar with the layout of the bookstore. If something goes wrong, can you afford it?" Song Xiang pointed to Li Xikun and said a few words of blame, and walked to the window On the other side, looking for Li Dan's trace.

With just a glance, he stared at Gebei's bookshelf, his eyes fixed.The envoy of Youyi from Jingji sat cross-legged under the bookshelf, motionless.He said he was here to investigate the demons, but his appearance was more serene than that of a closed-door practice, and he was caged in the light of the water spirit, and he didn't know what he was doing.Song Xiang looked at it for a while, and wanted to enter the cabinet to inquire, but the music of sacrifices came from the Lingshu Hall again, and he left a word to tell Li Xikun to take good care of Li Dan, and left in a hurry.

……

In the Hall of Lingshu, the golden Ou and Jade battles are singing together, playing "Zheng Ling" among the twelve elegant musics of Dayong Kingdom.

And Li Chan swam in the vast sea with the long whale, and the words were hit into the sky by huge waves, some turned into wind and clouds and flew up, and some turned into fish and turtles and fell, making the color of the black sea gradually brighten during the day.

"Interesting." Li Chan gripped the whale's fin tightly and laughed. At this moment, the phrase "You become like a carp" flew over.

He freed his hand to scoop it up, and took the word "carp", which turned into a lively green scale.

Qinglin struggled a few times, fled into the water, the tail of the fish swung vigorously, stirring up a fine wave, and fled away.

The fine waves hit Li Chan's face head-on, and countless words were reflected in his blue eyes.

He caught a glimpse of the word "bright moon" in it, and suddenly had the whimsy to hold the moon in his arms, and stretched out his hand to catch the word "moon".

It's a pity that the moon character is really slippery, and it fell into the water after just brushing it with the fingertips.Li Chan felt a little regretful, and fiddled with the water waves, trying to find out the word for the moon again, when she saw the word "Yin Chan wants to go up" again.

Just as I was about to grab it, I saw the words "Moon" and "Chanjuan" gathered beside it.

If you take a closer look, it turns out that there are countless words, phrases, and sentences written about the moon, flowing forward.

The tide also became rough at this time, as if something extraordinary was about to emerge.At this moment, the giant whale uttered a long cry, which resounded through the sky, and then jumped into the sky again.

Li Chan clung to the back of the whale, her clothes rattled, her hair fluttered, and she looked down.Wow!A bright moon floats up.

Countless streams of seawater poured down along the white jade-like round moon, without any sticking.

The bright moon flew into the air, almost beside Li Chan, and under this celestial phenomenon, the long whale looked like a mayfly.Li Chan stretched out her hand to touch the moon, but the moon seemed close at hand, but she couldn't touch it, and could only follow the endless whale song, passing the moon in the sky.

I thought that the long whale was going to enter the sea again, but after the bright moon lifted into the sky, there was already a vicissitudes of life below.

The long whale crosses forests, mountains, and rivers. In front of it, there are countless mountains rising from the ground, reaching the sky completely, and the color is like red copper.

Li Chan blinked her blue eyes, and the word "Kunwu" was reflected in her pupils.

Before he could take a closer look, the long whale faced the high mountain without dodging or avoiding it, and directly bumped into it!

boom!The sky and the earth shook, the whale's body cracked, and rocks flew!

Li Chan finally couldn't hold on to the whale's fin again, and he fell into the air with the rocks. The scene of the sky collapsing and the earth cracking, reflected in the blue eyes, but the word whale salamander scattered, and merged with the mountain, turning into the word Kun.

The giant kun burst out of the mountain, swung its tail again, and gave birth to thousands of miles of huge wings, and let out a loud and long cry.

Li Chan fell into the pile of rocks and watched the Kunpeng go away, turning into a black spot the size of an ant in the sky.Looking back, he was already on the cliff, looking down, he could see the city in the world, and looking at the mountains, he saw towering ancient trees and jagged rocks.

He walked into the forest and walked through the lush vegetation. Sharp bamboo leaves and thorny vines brushed his cheeks and body without leaving any scars.He pushed aside the branch that covered his eyes, picked a thorny fruit casually, bit it open, tasted the sour taste with the tip of his tongue, and thought to himself, the world in this book is quite similar to his own painting environment.

As if his action of picking fruit alarmed the animals hidden in the vegetation, there was a roar of tigers in the distance, and with the rustling sound, white deer came out of the bushes like jumping beans, and wiped Li Chan's clothes run over.

Li Chan staggered from being squeezed, and simply rode on the back of a deer, hugged the deer's neck, and followed the deer into the mountain.

His palm touched the softness of the deer's fur, he could feel the white deer's body temperature, and even feel its blood flow.

He walked through the grass, vines, and flowers in this way. Although the tiger chasing behind the deer did not show up, there was always the sound of giant trees snapping.That was obviously not an ordinary beast.The herd of deer fled in a panic. Occasionally, those who fell would turn over after rolling, and they would never stop.They escaped from the forest and drilled out of a mountain depression with a clear stream in front of them.The herd of deer stepped across the clear stream with splashes of water.When they reached the opposite bank, they stopped at the same time and stopped running away.

A few brave white deer turned around and bowed their heads to drink water without haste.

Li Chan looked back and saw a three-foot-tall white tiger leaping out from behind the col.The white tiger stared at the herd of deer for a long time, but still dared not cross the clear stream, roared unwillingly, and fled back into the forest.

When the deer group saw the white tiger, they were no longer panicked.Li Chan touched the white deer that brought him here, walked towards the bamboo forest behind the stream, and heard a faint sound of the piano.

Following the sound of the piano, Li Chan walked through the bamboo forest and saw a cliff covered by green bamboos.

There is an ape at the foot of the cliff, with white hair and bare feet, and an ugly appearance, but he caresses a paulownia guqin, his rough fingers fluttering between the strings.

Seeing Li Chan, Bai Yuan let go of the strings, "Why is the visitor disturbing the peace?"

Li Chan stopped in front of the bamboo, "If you really have peace, why are you easily disturbed?"

Bai Yuan frowned, and looked even more fierce, "This is not a place where outsiders should come, please go back!"

Li Chan said with a smile: "Rushing away people as soon as we meet is not the way to treat guests."

"You can be a guest if you want to." The white ape grinned and stood up. The frail body under the fur swelled rapidly, and in an instant, it was higher than the cliff, and the back was against the rock. With a slight movement, a piece of rock fell off, and then The guqin also turned into a huge paulownia wood, which was held in its hand, "After passing Zhu's level first, let's talk!"

The white ape muscled up, and the giant tree swept across, and the upright green bamboo fell down one after another, and was plowed into flat ground. It looked at the flying green bamboo leaves and dust, and sneered.

At the same time, there was a laugh, and it turned its head to see that the young man was standing on the top of the paulownia tree, looking at it leisurely.

The white ape's pupils shrank, and he roared vigorously, causing a wave of sound, the leaves rustled down, and the birds flew in the distance.It strode forward and grabbed it with its hand. The air squeezed out of the palm made a loud noise, but the young man landed on the back of its hand without knowing when.

The white ape was furious, and he swung his arm. The earth and rocks were as weak as water under the huge force, and they were squeezed out in waves!

The young man's body was also thrown into the air!The white ape roared and grabbed it, seeing that he had nowhere to escape.

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In Shiming Pavilion, Li Chan sat cross-legged, except for the crackling of lamp wires, the sound of snow falling, and the music of offering sacrifices, there was also the faint sound of flipping books beside her.

His eyebrows twitched slightly, and on the west side of the bookshelf, an ancient book seemed to be turned by the wind, and when it reached more than ten pages, it stopped abruptly, and the words on the page reflected the light: If you see, you will have soldiers. If you are different, you will feel the same, and the reason is not empty..."

Puff, with a soft sound, the word "Zhu Yan" on the paper was pierced by the flowing vitality of heaven and earth.

……

Under the cliff, the giant claws of the white ape happened to grab the young man, and at that moment, its body suddenly disappeared.

Li Chan floated down, and the scene around her changed rapidly again.

When he stepped on the ground, it was already late at night, with a bright moon in the sky, and a thatched hut was built on the edge of a cliff.

There is a candle in the hut, and there is a sound of poetry reading: "The clouds and mists in front of Baidou Mountain are deep, and you can reach the world of mortals within a short distance. Don't dare to speak loudly when you are reading, for fear of sending wind and thunder to shock the world."

Li Chan walked over by the moonlight.

Inside the house, an old man with white hair in sackcloth was facing the blue light and the yellow scroll in front of the table. When he saw Li Chan, he got up to greet him, and said with a smile, "I tried some last resort, but I really couldn't stop you. What a shame just now!" Offended, please take a seat, I prepare some wine and food, so that I can apologize to my lord."

When Li Chan was seated, the furnishings in the hut were simple, with grass clothes, medicine hoes and other things hanging on the wall, he was almost impoverished. He laughed and said, "Is there food and drink in this room?"

The old man in sackcloth chuckled, "Naturally, what do you think, 'Pine leaves are good as wine, how much should you brew in spring'?"

"Xuanmen says that pine needles are the food of immortals and the medicine of longevity. Regardless of the taste of this wine, it has the spirit of immortality." Li Chan smiled, "But if it is cold today," the pulley brought out the immortal wine and poured it into the cold furnace Charcoal Chuhong', this sentence is also good."

"This is the Xuandu Immortal Wine written by Hong Daoqian back then. It seems that Mr. Lang is also a person who is good at wine and books."

The old man in sackcloth happily opened the yellow scroll.

In Shiming Pavilion, the sentence "the potter's wheel brings out the immortal wine, poured into the cold furnace and the charcoal becomes red" in a certain poetry collection disappeared, leaving only a moth-eaten hole.

Next to the wooden table in the thatched cottage, there is an extra furnace of fine wine being boiled over the coals.

The old man in sackcloth followed up with the sentence "Try the spring plate with Polygonum antler and Artemisia bamboo shoots", and there were more vegetables on the table.

"Does your lord eat fish?"

"Of course."

"Which one do you think is more delicious, 'Jin Pan Carp Carp' or 'Drinking Sweet Carp Carp'?"

"The latter is better."

"I see the same thing as Mr. Lang." The old man in sackcloth flipped through the yellow scroll in his hand, then shook his head, "Although this poem is good, the transcribed characters are not good enough."

After finishing speaking, he discussed with Li Chan again, and caught the fish in the sentence "the white bird holds the fish and goes to the rock".

The two talked about mountain springs and wild vegetables again. After talking for a while, the wine and food on the table gradually became more abundant.The fish was half eaten, the old man in sackcloth took a sip of his wine, and looked through the book again, suddenly he smiled, picked out the words "sakura pearls fried with honey, steamed lamb with apricot cheese", praised: "good, good, these words are copied by Yin Ruhui Yes, when it comes to literati in the dynasty, in terms of learning, this gentleman should be the No. 1, these words must be very delicious." After speaking, he brought a plate of delicacies to the table.

Li Chan said with a smile: "Your Excellency has lived here for a long time, and you must know the literati in the world like the palm of your hand."

"I'm ashamed, the old man only understands the words and Fu of the past dynasties." The old man in sackcloth chuckled, but there was no hint of shame on his expression.

After tasting cherry pearl fried honey and steamed lamb with apricot cheese, the old man said with emotion: "Actually, well-known literati have many chapters and sentences handed down from generation to generation, but the same food and drink, no matter how delicious it is, it is easy to get tired after eating too much. And some Although the literati are not well-known, their literary talents are not lost at all. It's just that the fortune is not good and they have not been famous in the world. But the words and sentences they left behind are even rarer and have a special flavor." There is a hint of melancholy in the words.

Li Chan nodded and said: "For example, Liu Zeyun's "Dong Ling Zhi" and Sun Meiyi's "Twelve Continents" are rare and good articles. The author was unknown during his lifetime, and only became known after his death."

The old man in sackcloth said: "These two books are very rare, but Mr. Lang knows the author's life so clearly. He really reads a lot of books."

"I'm just partial to weird and mysterious things, and most of the things I read are uncommon." Li Chan smiled slightly, "Speaking of which, I also read "The Story of Shi Tian", which is also a good book. It was written in the capital city. Reading Sheng, there is a prosperous atmosphere, writing about living in seclusion in the world, and being detached from the dust."

The eyes of the old man in sackcloth brightened, "Oh, sir, you know this book?"

"I have read it." Li Chan picked up a piece of fish and ate it, and took another sip of wine, "This Daoist Shida is amazingly talented, but it is a pity that he was tired of party struggles when he was young, and he was depressed. Otherwise, he should be able to achieve success and be famous." handed down to the world."

The old man in sackcloth nodded and smiled, and Li Chan said again: "It's just a bright future. This Taoist Zhitian has no ambitions in the temple, so he sent his love to Jianghu, but left a lot of articles and poems."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Lang is indeed a man of knowledge." The old man in sackcloth laughed and drank three cups, "Xie Zhitian lived in seclusion on Baidou Mountain, seeking the Tao wholeheartedly. Finally, on the 49th day of Bigu, he sat in front of a book at night and chased after the moon. He is also a strange person! It is a pity that this person does not like to make friends with others. Although there are beautiful articles left in the world, he still has no reputation. Speaking of which, the old man loves the last few articles of "Zhi Tian Ji" about picking sesame and hoeing the field. The Chinese meaning of this is floating out of the dust, which shows that this person has broken through the fame and fortune of the world of mortals."

Li Chan chewed the spring bamboo shoots, smiled, faced the earnest gaze of the old man in sackcloth, and did not answer.

The old man in sackcloth frowned: "Your Majesty thinks I'm wrong?"

""Zhi Tian Ji" is indeed a good book, but it is not as far away as the old man said. The second half of the article is a bit bleak. Although it talks about the way of detachment, it is a bit depressed."

The old man in sackcloth looked a bit unhappy, but asked calmly, "Why did you say that?"

Li Chan said: "This person asked for immortality, not because he saw through the world of mortals, but because he had no choice but to do so. Although he lived in seclusion, he often lamented that the world has no insight, and bole is hard to find. He always has the thought of entering the world. What's more, he has been seeking the Tao for more than ten years, but he has not been able to plant the Tao. He has only learned some unorthodox spells. Finally, on the 49th day of bigu, he encountered a famine year and had to rely on this method to survive the year. Unfortunately, he starved to death like this Before the book, not after the moon."

He paused and looked at the old man in sackcloth.

"It was also because of the obsession in his heart. After his death, that obsession was placed in his posthumous works and turned into a silverfish."

(End of this chapter)