Painter

Chapter 9
The Jun Temple and the Goddess Temple of Pushui Mansion were silent in the night. At this time, the spiritual blessings and general affairs in the temple were closed for rest, and only the paper windows of the shrine were dimly lit by candlelight.

In the temples where the gods live, there are fire-proof spells arranged, which are changed every seven days. No one is guarding them at night, and there is no risk of fire.

But the incense and ghee in the altar lasted for at least two hours, and the Jun Temple of Pushui Mansion had night-time chores, and only the old woman took care of it in the Goddess Temple.

Li Chan stood at the head of the bridge, and looked at the place where the clothes were made under the foundation of the bridge. During the day, beside the stones where the clothes were made, a plant of red medicine grew out of nowhere.

He retracted his gaze and walked onto the Goddess Bridge.

The Goddess Bridge is covered with double eaves, which can shelter from the wind and rain. Usually, there are many vendors gathered on the bridge, but it is very quiet at this time.

The bridge is straight, and you can see Anping Square on the other side at a glance. The night market is also banned in Anping Square, and it is pitch black.

But in the middle of the bridge, there is a faint light.

Approaching, it is a rosewood hexagonal palace lantern hanging under the eaves of the bridge.

There is a young girl under the lamp, sitting by the bridge, she looks a little familiar.

Walking a few steps closer, her appearance became much clearer. The girl's delicate eyebrows and eyes were as light as smoke, as if the wind would blow them away.The face is clean, the lips are painted vermilion, and it looks five points like the goddess statue in the temple, and they are only about thirteen or fourteen years old.

The only difference is that the Goddess is wearing a skirt with large sleeves, and this girl is wearing a light red spring shirt, revealing half of her white and tender arms like suet jade.

Li Chan walked more than ten steps away, the girl lowered her eyebrows and bowed her body to salute.

"Little girl Hong Yao, I don't know what to call her?"

Li Chan smiled, "It's not the Taoist leader, his surname is Li Mingchan, a heretic."

Hong Yao was surprised when she heard Li Chan claiming to be a heretic, and suddenly said: "No wonder, the young man who came with you is guarding you in every possible way. It turns out that you are not in the same group. Li Lang went into battle wearing a shackle and was forced to It's helpless. It's hard for Li Lang to be a good-looking talent, but he was wronged and pretended to be a watchman, and he was humiliated by them like this. But I can't neglect Li Lang."

With a flick of her hand, a set of exquisitely crafted celadon tea sets appeared out of thin air on an old table beside her.I don't know where to bring out a copper pot, and carry the pot to make water.

In the celadon cup, the needle-like buds and leaves are tumbling in the boiling water.

Filled with seven-percent water, Hong Yao put the copper pot on the table and invited Li Chan to sit down.

"It's good to wear a flail, but it's not always good to be forced to help."

Li Chan went over to put down the lantern and gong, lowered her head to untie the strap on her chest, untied it, took off the long tube and put it on the table.

Hong Yao smiled and said: "It's not that I was forced to do nothing, then Li Lang voluntarily worked for Shen Zhasi? I don't think Li Lang is willing to be a dog. It just so happened that the boy was trapped by me, and Li Lang wanted to leave. At this time But let’s go away. If Li Lang wants to kill, you and I can get rid of that young man and those demon hunters together.”

Li Chan smiled and said: "I came here sincerely, but the goddess wanted to kill someone with a knife. That young man is not simple, your mirage can trap him for a while, if you want to hurt him, don't think about it."

Liu Ye'er of Hongyao lowered her eyebrows slightly, and said sadly: "So, Li Lang still wants to deal with me? Although I am a demon, I once had a human body, and I also have a goddess' destiny. Could it be that humans and demons are the same? If you have to gain power, do you fight to the death?"

Li Chan looked at the red medicine and said with emotion: "You can actually manipulate the mirage. You must have eaten Pushui Fujun and obtained its Taoism. The pilgrims who went to the Fujun Temple these days have not been able to get a spiritual answer. Li Lingzhu must have been terrified, and kept the news from him, so he dared not report it to the City God. It's nothing, but you have killed several more people, so you must already have the will to die."

Hong Yao trembled, showing an aggrieved look, "It's useless for me to show my true form, but I'm treated like this by Li Lang. It's a good thing, and I want to die. Since you want to deal with me, why bother telling me so?" Too much talk. You also said that you are a heretic demon, why do you have to rush to do things for Shen Zhasi? You still want to eliminate harm for the people, and eliminate harm. I see, I see, you are a harm yourself. "

Li Chan smiled, "Grass and trees are most afraid of showing your heels. If I hadn't seen through your true form and your mirage, you wouldn't have the time to talk so much nonsense with me."

Hong Yao's face turned cold: "Then what are you doing here, to play tricks on me?"

Li Chan shook her head, "I'll help you."

Hong Yao looked suspiciously at the long tube on the table, patted her chest, and said with a giggle, "So I blamed Li Lang by mistake."

Li Chan opened the cover of the long tube, first took out two porcelain cups from the long tube, and then took out a scroll.Rolled between the shafts is a fresh brush brush that has not been soaked in ink.

He spread the drawing paper on the table and pressed the edge of the paper with the porcelain cup containing the blended painting.

"Nanbeiqiao City is brightly lit at night, and it is a scene in Xuandu, but the clear moonlight tonight is a rare sight. It would be a pity not to take the opportunity to draw it."

Li Chan stood up and looked at the river and the bridges on both sides of the river. Hong Yao only saw his side face. Under the moonlight, the blue in his eyes made Hong Yao feel palpitations.

She couldn't help taking half a step back, and she landed behind Li Chan's side, out of his sight, but Li Chan still didn't respond.

Hong Yao narrowed his eyes, he was so arrogant, was he pretending to be profound or arrogant?
"I have compassion for flowers, don't force me to be a flower pusher."

A single sentence was like ice water pouring out the killing intent of the red medicine. She didn't understand where her fear came from. Even if this man saw through the mirage, he didn't seem to have any cultivation.She clenched her fists, nails piercing her palms.

"What are you doing?"

"Painting."

Hong Yao sneered and said, "It's so elegant. It's a pity that the night market is banned tonight. Otherwise, I'll grab the top names of Qunyulou and Baihuafang and teach them to know Li. Lang is suave and suave, cheers, call him good brother, that's beautiful."

Li Chan grabbed the pen and rolled up his cuffs, "It can't be called elegant. I don't want to linger on the wind and the moon, but just because the sky and the earth don't come, and the sun and the moon don't shine."

Hong Yao listened to this tone plausibly, sneered and retorted: "Is there any place in the world that is not in the sky and the earth, and where is the place where the sun and the moon can't shine?"

"in your heart."

Li Chan turned her head to look at Hong Yao, Hong Yao was momentarily at a loss for words, and being watched by Li Chan's eyes, she felt unable to move because of fear or something.The two colors of Dan and Qing in those eyes seemed to be stirred, rotated and blended together by a paintbrush.

Bridge railings, palace lanterns, Pushui, Xuandufang City, night, stars, bright moon, turbid land and clear sky, also bounded by a line of sky far away, rotate and blend together, turning into chaos.

"Would you like to join me in the painting?" Someone asked in the chaos.

"I don't want to!"

Hong Yao yelled in panic.

But it became a silent murmur.

(End of this chapter)