Liaozhai Great Sage

Li Xiuyuan was idle at the moment anyway, so he talked to Zhang Bangchang about things like ghosts and ghosts.

Of course, he focused on the majesty of the thunder god in the sky and the killing of ghosts and demons.

If it is passed down in the future, it can also serve as a warning to future generations. You can't tell the story of Thor being killed and the evil spirits and cholera in the world.

"Will someone really be killed by Thor for doing all kinds of evil?" Zhang Bangchang asked seriously.

At this time, it wasn't just him, many scholars gathered around and listened carefully.

Although scholars all believe in Zibuyu's strange powers and gods, the stories Li Xiuyuan told are very real, as if they happened around him, making people have to believe it.

Like listening to stories, such things had a special appeal to these ancient scholars.

Li Xiuyuan said: "Of course there is. It happened in a village near Qingshan Town, tens of miles north of Jinling City. Stealing my property, fearing that my mother would tell me, I picked up a hatchet and hacked at my own mother, and even killed my mother."

"There are such vicious people in the world, they are really not as good as animals."

"The Great Song Dynasty ruled the country with filial piety, but there are people who kill their mothers in the world?"

"This kid is hateful."

The scholar who listened to the story was filled with righteous indignation and couldn't help but burst into insults.

Li Xiuyuan said: "Do you know what happened when the man raised the hatchet and made a murderous intent? Suddenly, thunder rolled from the sky, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky, turning into such a small thunder insect, like Like an embroidery needle, it passed through the man's temple and knocked him to the ground in an instant, his whole body smelled of sulfur, the body was curled up, and the bones were shattered."

The scholars couldn't help taking a breath when they heard the words. Although they only said a few words, they felt their heads go cold at the moment, as if they were the ones who were pierced by the thunder insects, and they were shocked for a long time without saying a word.

"I'm afraid this story is fake. How can there be such a thing in the world? I haven't seen it before." A scholar questioned.

Li Xiuyuan smiled slightly: "Brother, if you don't believe me, you can go to Qingshan Town to inquire about it. I am a scholar, how could I deceive you with lies? If you find out clearly and think my story is false, you can come face to face If you scold me, I will also want to apologize to you."

"Qingshan Town? I remember a relative of mine was there, and I went there once before. This story is true. Last time I heard from a relative that a rogue in a certain village was struck to death by lightning at night. Could it be this brother?" The person that Taiwan said?" Someone said with a look of surprise.

Others don't believe it, but this person is convinced in his heart.

If something like this really happened, it would be impossible to hide it.

Hearing this person's words, the person who questioned before was immediately ashamed, and the other scholars were even more silent, and some couldn't help swallowing, and when they looked at the sky, there was a little more awe in their eyes.

"Brother Li was able to see such a miracle. I really envy you. I don't know if there is any other story, so please don't hesitate to tell me." This story was recorded.

He thought the story was so wonderful that he had to write it down immediately and go back and polish it into the book.

"Hehe, I'm not a storyteller. How can there be so many stories, and there are many people who don't like ghosts and gods, so don't talk about them." Li Xiuyuan said with a smile.

At this time, an old man's voice sounded: "Your story is very good, you can continue to tell it. Although the story is not known to be true or not, the warning contained in it is worth carrying forward. The story of the story is much better than simply promoting filial piety, instead of focusing on promoting filial piety, occasionally promoting the consequences of unfilial piety can achieve twice the result with half the effort."

"Zhu Qian, Master Zhu?"

All the scholars looked around, and didn't know when a respected old master was really standing behind, listening to the story, and hurriedly bowed his hands to salute after recovering.

Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "The story is true, and the warning is also true. Li Xiuyuan is being polite."

Zhu Qian nodded: "Young people are awesome, Zhu Yu, you should learn more from your friend. It would be great if you have half of his talent."

"Yes, what the master taught me is the same." Zhu Yu looked like a junior who was being trained.

"I still want to comment on the paintings, so I left first." Zhu Qian glanced at Li Xiuyuan, then turned and left.

After waiting to leave, Li Xiuyuan asked, "Zhu Yu, do you know this master?"

"The head of the Zhu family, why don't you know me? I'm just a side branch. I visited him last time when I came to the capital." Zhu Yu smiled wryly.

"This master has a high reputation and seems to be very respected." Li Xiuyuan said.

Zhang Bangchang on the side just put away the story he wrote down, and then said: "Of course, Mr. Zhu is the grandson of Zhu Shengren, how can he be disrespected."

Zhu Shengren?

Zhu Xi.

Li Xiuyuan's eyes moved slightly, and he became a little surprised. He looked at Zhu Yu beside him: "So, you are also Zhu Xi's descendant?"

"A side branch, a side branch, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning." Zhu Yu smiled ashamedly.

Li Xiuyuan thought to himself, no wonder Zhu Yu lived the most nourishing life. He was murdered many times by ghosts and gods, but he was never killed. Unlike Wang Ping, who can only be a clay scholar. no.

It turned out that they were members of Zhu Shengren's tribe, and they probably got some kind of protection.

After all, the saint Zhu died not long ago, and the luck of the saint will continue to his descendants.

Chapter 693 Destruction of the Painting

"Is Zhu Shengren's grandson?"

Li Xiuyuan had a thoughtful look on his face at this moment. He remembered that when he was in Tianmu Mountain, Tianshan's mother reminded him that it was necessary for him to visit that Zhu Shengren.

But Zhu Xi is dead, so it is impossible for Tianshan's old mother to be unaware.

The only possibility is that although Zhu Xi died, he has become a ghost and god and did not choose to be reincarnated.

If one wants to find this Zhu sage, this Zhu Qian, Zhu Fuzi is a very important clue.

He secretly kept it in his heart, and decided to pay a visit when he had time. With Zhu Yu's relationship, he believed that he would not be rejected.

But at this moment, there was a sudden exclamation among the group of scholars who were painting.

But I saw a passing scholar bump into Gao Fan who was painting for some reason, so that the stroke of the ink brush in his hand left a thick ink mark on the rice paper, and he finally drew an ordinary painting It was void in an instant.

Seeing that his painting was destroyed, Gao Fan couldn't help but exclaimed.

But the scholar didn't seem to know, he took the painting he had made and sent it to Mr. Zhu for comment.

Gao Fan wanted to stop the scholar, but after thinking about it, he stopped talking. He sighed and tore up the painting, planning to paint it again.

"Ok?"

Li Xiuyuan frowned upon noticing this.

Did the scholar destroy Gao Fan's painting on purpose, or did it happen unintentionally?

However, the scene just now happened very quickly, everyone was commenting, appreciating the painting in terms of painting skills, no one saw the little movement of the scholar, and when everyone was attracted by the exclamation, they only saw Gao Fan tearing up the painting.

"Wan Sheng pays homage to Master Zhu, this is Wan Sheng's painting." At this moment, the scholar had already sent the painting up.

"Yes, your paintings are very expressive. Although the brushwork is a little immature, it is better than the artistic conception. It can be hung on the easel for everyone to comment on." At this moment, Master Zhu commented on the painting of the scholar, quite Nodding with satisfaction.

After all, there are still outstanding people in the capital, and there are really many talented people among scholars.