Painter

Chapter 240 89: Flying Sword
It was the end of Xu when Li Chan rode a donkey back home from the academy.

Hong Yao packed up the food box, and told the monsters about A Lang seeing Mo Nu today.All the monsters were talking about who is stronger and weaker than Jun Mo, while Li Chan sat cross-legged and closed his eyes at the edge of the quieter chess pavilion, recalling the volume of "The Book of Pearls and Swords" in the library.

Every word in the sword scripture seems to be engraved on a piece of bamboo with a sword, and the weight of the strokes also matches the principle of the sword, so although the text is not long, it is very mysterious.However, regardless of the sword theory contained in the strokes, the word "bead bag" is the stars in the sky. If you want to learn this sword scripture, you cannot avoid the induction of stars.

Li Chan was thinking about Jingyi while sensing the stars.Speaking of which, when I was a pure person in Qingque Palace in the past, I heard that most of the supernatural powers related to stars in the world have been lost, and no one even learns the lineage of Bu Gang and Ta Dou in Qingque Palace. , only piles of dusty scrolls left in the library.It is said that only on Xiyi Mountain, there are still magical powers that can attract stars.

After one night, Li Chan did not gain anything.

After that, another seven days passed.

Since becoming a Qianyuan bachelor, Li Dan's name, together with nine other bachelors on the same list, has spread throughout the Dayong Kingdom, and the nickname "Painting Immortal" has become more and more exaggerated in word of mouth.He hardly ever has any paintings left outside, passed around, but once he puts pen to paper, the insects, fish, birds and animals on the paper will all be alive and kicking, so where can the pen and ink stay?It turned out that Xin Yuan's concubine of Tang, when asked about Li Dan's painting of a hundred ghosts, would always gossip about him.It is said that last month, after getting drunk at the banquet, Prince Tang took the initiative to talk about the picture of the hundred ghosts, and his tone was quite complacent, as if he had regarded it as a treasure.

A person's reputation, at first, is like a kindling fire. Even if we keep adding more wood, it will only burn for a while before it will be extinguished.But suddenly there was a gust of east wind, and the fire could burn the entire mountain forest in no time. Even the person who started the fire at the beginning couldn't be restrained, so he could only watch from the sidelines.

During these seven days, Li Chan was ordered to go to the Palace Painting Academy twice to teach court painters.I was also invited to write a preface for a book "Pictures of Boudoir Models" written by a certain great Confucianist who collected and compiled the deeds of virtuous women in the world, and painted by the superb painter General Jin Wuwei.The rest of the time is spent studying sword scriptures.

He consulted Xu Yingqiu, Mrs. Yuan and other seniors, and his understanding of Jingyi became more and more thorough. He sat opposite the stars in the sky every night, but he still couldn't draw the slightest breath.

On this day, just after midnight, Li Chan was really bored, so she stopped sitting and went back to the room to draw a picture of the bright moon.As soon as I finished drawing, my heart suddenly moved.The picture of the bright moon, which could cause the nobles of Yujing to fight for it, was taken by him and burned on the candle crown.

The embers floated out of the window with Meng Xia's night wind, and then, Li Chan carefully dragged out the wooden box under the table engraved with the incantations to avoid fire and moisture, took out the celestial map left by Mr. Bi, and put it on the table spread out.

He saw that the stars in the sky were far away, but he could touch the celestial map in front of him.He didn't look up at the sky anymore, but lowered his head to the desk, trying to operate the method in the sword scriptures, and actually felt strands of energy, some quiet, some intense.

He followed the strands of energy to search for the past.

Suddenly, the eyes suddenly opened up, and there were no candles, nor the walls of the house.

There was nothingness around him, and there were dots of white light, like the silver sand floating in the river. He stretched out his palm and the silver sand flew around his fingers, and he was already in the stars.

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It's January again and the weather is getting hotter.In the early morning of this day, he changed into a short kudzu shirt and red medicine, and handed a piece of hemp paper to Tu Shanxi.The ink on the paper was completely dry, and it was written last night. More than ten ingredients and medicinal materials, such as lotus root, shepherd's purse, mutton, and astragalus, were clearly marked.

Ever since Qingniang left, going shopping has become Tu Shansi's job.Hong Yao was obviously a little worried, not because she was afraid that Tu Shan'er would get into trouble, but although this fox girl was used to walking around the rivers and lakes, she was the most impatient of bargaining.

Hongyao repeatedly warned: "The processed Astragalus is used to stew mutton. You can buy it at Zhangji Pharmacy in Zishengmen. The price does not change often. The lotus root is the current price. It is about twelve yuan a catty these days." , remember to remove the mud..."

Tu Shanxi listened absent-mindedly, took the paper and left, Hong Yao followed her, chattering tirelessly.

After sending Tu Shan'er out, Hong Yao still felt that she hadn't finished talking. After Tu Shan'er had walked out for a while, she shouted again: "Don't buy too expensive!"

"Got it." Tu Shanxi responded with her back to the red medicine, pinched the menu with two fingers and raised it, and walked away without looking back.

Hong Yao took the door to the room and muttered, "Say so much, I can't get a word into my ears."

The town house general with the tiger's head brass lock said: "Goddess, why do we care about those little money now?"

Hong Yao said: "What do you know, you little monster? Even though the price of food is not expensive now, how can you afford to live with too many people in your family? Besides, a few days ago, Alang said that in the future, he will buy a farm in Gyeonggi. I said, it would be best to buy a forest or a mountain. At that time, whether you are farming, fishing or hunting, you won’t have to spend money at home.”

Xu Da at the top of the wall said: "Where is the Goddess! The brothers follow A Lang, they are loyal, they practice etiquette every day, study and learn calligraphy with the military teacher, and they are not for the service of A Lang. This is not empty pay!"

Hong Yao gave him a blank look, "As long as you can say good things, you don't need to pay for feelings."

She went back to the kitchen, uncovered the pan and brought out a bamboo drawer full of pancakes from the heat.

He opened the pickle urn again, but saw that the pickle urn was empty, and then he remembered that the pickles were less pickled last time, and the freshly made pickles the day before yesterday were not fully pickled. This morning, Alang ate the pancakes, so he could only dip them in ten-day sauce up.If Qingniang was here, such negligence would certainly not have occurred.Hong Yao felt a little ashamed, she suddenly caught Xu Da rushing into the house from the corner of the eye, and she subconsciously covered the pickle urn.

Xu Da stared at the pickle urn alertly, and said curiously: "Ms. Goddess, what delicious food is hidden again, show us, show us!" Then he jumped to the side of the urn.

Hong Yao's ears were hot, she lifted the cover and pointed to the empty urn and said, "How can there be anything delicious, did you steal the pickles here? I remember there was still half a can of it the day before yesterday!"

Xu Da was taken aback, and quickly explained: "The Goddess has wronged us. Even if there was half a can of pickles left the day before yesterday, my brothers should have eaten them up in the past two days. Besides, we never eat pickles. If the Goddess said It's bacon..."

Hong Yao was taken aback, let go of the urn to catch Xu Da, "Okay, you really stole the bacon from last month!"

Xu Da dodged left and right, jumped up and down.After dodging for a while, he jumped onto the window sill, but he didn't notice the mirage around the window sill. As soon as he landed, the red medicine that appeared suddenly pinched the nape of his neck.Its eyeballs rolled around a few times, and suddenly it widened, and shouted out the window: "Meteor!"

Early in the morning, the sun was halfway out, where did the shooting stars come from, Hong Yao sneered, and felt that this guy was really pretending to be decent, so she couldn't help but turned her head, and saw that the flying stars outside the window disappeared, leaving only in her eyes The next trace.

What a shooting star!Hong Yao opened her eyes wide, and didn't even realize that Xu Da had escaped.She ran out of the kitchen and suddenly saw the back of Li Chan standing under the old locust tree. She hurried over and asked, "A Lang, A Lang! There was a shooting star just now! Did you see it?"

"Meteor?" Li Chan thoughtfully, flipped her wrist, and put the Xuanxin Sword in her sleeve.

He smiled and said, "That's not a shooting star, it's just a sword light."

(End of this chapter)