Painter

Chapter 98: Chapter 98
In the small courtyard, the mirage reappeared, and the girl swung her sword, as if fighting against the white mist.

Li Chan stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at the red medicine that was breathing mirage and Nie Kongkong who was practicing sword.

Suddenly the knocker on the back door was knocked, Hong Yao was taken aback, waved his sleeves to retract the mirage, and disappeared.Nie Kongkong stopped his sword and looked towards the back door.

Li Chan walked through the small courtyard and opened the door. The visitor, dressed in jute, turned out to be an old man grinding the mirror across the street.Li Chan hesitated for a moment, then let the door open, smiled and welcomed the old man into the courtyard, "Go and sit in Lu's house."

"Don't sit down anymore." Lu Zijing took a few steps into the yard, but stopped going inside. He turned his head and saw Nie Kongkong, who was holding a paper sword, his face was covered with sweat, and his chest was still slightly heaving. He asked, "Who is this girl?" ?”

Li Chan said: "It's an old friend who was just practicing some tricks."

Lu Zijing's gaze fell on the silver-lacquered paper sword with a vermilion handle, and he retracted it as soon as he touched it, and said with a smile: "What kind of tricks can be practiced with such a good sword, which makes people curious."

Nie Kongkong was startled, and looked down at the sword in his hand. This old man is really hypocritical. How can a paper sword be called good?

But Li Chan smiled at Nie Kongkong and said, "Kong Konger, let Lu Laolu have a look."

Nie Kongkong hesitated for a moment, and after hearing what Li Chan said, he raised his sword and performed martial arts.Pointing, stabbing, collapsing, blocking, cutting, and chopping, the blade of the sword skimmed the night, and the footsteps brought a little bit of damp soil.

Lu Zijing watched with his hands behind his back, nodded occasionally, and commented: "Qingque nods and cuts gold and jade. These two strokes have the foundation of Qingque Palace's swordsmanship. This time, it is another variation of the three stars in the corner, and it is Xiyishan. The genre, but it has a shadow of the moon-holding style in the 24 sword styles of the Xuankong Temple..."

After Nie Kongkong finished performing martial arts and retracted his sword, Lu Zijing nodded and said, "Not bad."

Li Chan was not surprised to hear that the old man Mo Jing was very familiar with martial arts in the Taoist holy land.Jianghu martial arts, in fact, more or less bears the shadow of the Holy Land of the two religions.All sects in the rivers and lakes will claim that their martial arts originates from a certain holy place, so that they can use their reputation to attract disciples, and they can also use tiger skin as a banner to intimidate others.This is a major source of the reputation of the Holy Land of the two religions.

The holy lands of the two religions have never cherished their own martial arts and martial arts, and they have not hesitated to learn from outsiders. Only the methods of nourishing blood, breathing and breathing, and even cultivating supernatural powers are the secrets that are not passed on.

The few styles of swordsmanship that Li Chan taught Nie Kongkong, although they have the shadow of martial arts in the Holy Land, but their sword styles have been circulated in the rivers and lakes, and I don't know how many changes they have undergone.Li Chan has been to the Qingque Palace, and he is very familiar with the authentic martial arts of the Qingque Palace. He can tell immediately that the two styles of Qingque nodding and cutting gold and jade mentioned by the old man Mojing are exactly the same.But even Li Chan didn't know that the style was changed from the sword style of Sanxing Zaiyu.No matter what the background of this mirror-grinding old man is, at least his vision is extraordinary.

Li Chan was still figuring out the martial arts attainments of the old man who grinds the mirror. After hearing what Lu Zijing said, Nie Kongkong's impression of the old man changed greatly, and he asked, "What can the old man teach you?"

Lu Zijing put his hands behind his back and smiled at Nie Kongkong: "Swordsmanship, everyone has their own opinions, and I can't give you any pointers. If you are not full of blood, and you are not familiar with sword style changes, other things are useless. As for you In other words, this thing is just a double-edged short weapon, a weapon for killing people, as long as the blade can be sent to the right place, no matter what method is used, it is a good sword technique."

Nie Kongkong held the sword and thought about it for a while, but felt that the old man in sackcloth had said some very reasonable nonsense.

Lu Zijing looked at Li Chan, "I came to see Li Lang tonight. I have nothing else to do, but the jade hairpin that Li Lang sent a few days ago has been repaired."

The old man in sackcloth held out his hand in his sleeve. It turned out that he had been holding a jade hairpin in his hand. The head of the jade hairpin was carved into a bird's beak. The craftsmanship was quite simple and simple. In the middle of the body of the hairpin was wrapped with gold threads, like a golden snake wrapped around a green branch. No trace of breakage can be seen.

Li Chan was a little surprised. According to what the old mirror grinder said before, it took a long time for the gold lacquer to dry, so it took about half a month to repair a piece of jewelry with the gold sculpting method, but now it has only passed one day.But thinking that the old man was probably a practitioner who lived in the city, Li Chan was no longer surprised. After thanking him, he took the jade hairpin and took out two taels of silver from the house, "Mr. Lu took it to buy tea."

Lu Zijing smiled and took the money, "Li Lang is free some other day, so come drink tea with me."

"Definitely." Li Chan smiled and sent Lu Zijing outside the door, and the jute clothes disappeared into the night mist.

Li Chan watched the back of the old man grinding the mirror disappear, then returned to the courtyard, looking at the silver lacquered dagger with a red handle in Nie Kongkong's hand.Li Chan has traveled to the west for many years, and also stayed in Taoist holy places. Although he is only a bell servant who rings the bell at the mountain gate, and has met many Taoist priests in Qingque Palace, no one has ever seen through his magical powers in painting demons.This old mirror grinder is different, he saw through the monster picture in the box the first time he came to the door, this time, he saw through it even more, the green between the eyebrows was hidden in the paper sword.

Nie Kongkong looked at the hosta.When he heard the news of Nie Er's death that day, he quarreled with A Niang, broke the pipa that had been with A Niang for more than ten years, and saw A Niang die with his own eyes.Emotional ups and downs, how can I care about the hairpin.Seeing it again this time, the hairpin has changed again, I only feel familiar, but I dare not confirm it.

Li Chan handed the jade hairpin to Nie Kongkong and said softly, "This is Sanlang's relic."

"Yeah." Nie Kongkong looked at the broken part, feeling a surge of grief in his heart, he didn't dare to squeeze it tightly, fearing that it would break again.He felt that the hairpin was too loose, and the hairpin seemed to fall out of his hand, so he handed it back to Li Chan, and said in a low voice, "Uncle, keep it for me."

After finishing speaking, he turned and returned to the courtyard, took a deep breath while holding the sword, and practiced the sword style just now, without looking at the jade hairpin again.

Li Chan followed Yuzan and watched the girl practice her sword in the moonless night.After pondering for a while, he went back to the house and looked at the jade hairpin.After a while, he opened the sheet music of the Xue family, and suddenly looked up out of the window.I saw a white cat jumping from the neighbor to the roof. The hair around its mouth was scorched black, but it was moist and oily, and its fat body seemed to be bigger.

The white cat jumped onto the dim beam of the house where the lights were hard to come by. The demons saw its injury and asked questions one after another. It just paced unhurriedly, and only lightly said after General Huo Huo announced his victory just now, That opponent is only mediocre.

In the study, Dai Zhu heard the commotion and kept peeking out the window until Li Chan hit his head with a pen, then he trembled and stood upright.Xu Yingqiu only filled in half of the lyrics on the spread sheet music.The first half of the song is beautiful and pleasant, and the second half has a strange and changeable tone. When Li Chan picks up the pen, the blood-red lines in the throat are faintly visible.

In the courtyard, the blade of a sword pierces the wind, and the monsters on the beam laugh.It was almost midnight, the girl put away her sword and looked towards the study room, all the monsters stopped making noise and looked at each other.In the streets and alleys of Banrifang, a group of patrolling officers and soldiers passed by with lanterns, but they didn't hear it at all. A strange song gradually sounded in the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)