Nan Chan

It doesn't matter whether Chu Lun is crazy or not, but in the eyes of others, he is already insane, very crazy.It is only said that Mr. Chu sells calligraphy on the street, and when he stops writing, he still has to say a few words of hard work to the pen in a pleasant manner.

People passing by stretched their necks and asked, "What's so hard about this sum?"

Chu Lun said: "It's hard work for a day."

The passer-by said again: "The pen is a utensil, how can I understand what you say?"

Chu Lun hesitated to speak, and only said to the pen in his hand: "Don't cry again, the ink is dripping out." Then he raised his head again, and everyone around him regarded him as a fool.

Chu Lun also felt that he was crazy. He would leave papers all day long, and return only when the ink was exhausted.Thanks to the crazy name, the business is getting better and better. After all, it is really rare to have a good-looking lunatic with good handwriting.Chu Lun's life is a little better, and he can afford medicine.However, he didn't know that no matter how hard he tried, his lifespan in this life would end before entering Beijing for the third time.

Because in Huangquan's life spectrum, Chu Lun died of an emergency in the spring of Tianjia's 12th year.Before he died, he was lonely and helpless, drifting in a boat, and had no medicine, and it took two days to completely die.After death, it was rolled into a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave.Those who were famous for their talents were all buried in the loess, and the life tree clearly mentioned another Gao Cai named Zuo as the number one scholar.

The more the pen demon sees Chu Lun studying hard at night, the more uncomfortable he feels.He wanted to tell Chu Lun, but swallowed it back many times, because Chu Lun was like a spring breeze, and the pen demon wished to stay with him privately.

Seeing that winter is coming, Chu Lun has already arranged the courtyard for spring.But his packed luggage is always stolen, and the remaining silver will disappear without reason.

One day, Chu Lun called him with a pen and said, "I will go to Beijing along the river in spring, do you have any plans?"

The pen demon rolled away and turned into a boy sitting cross-legged on the table, saying: "Why do you have to go so far? Just stay at home and I will play with you."

Chu Lun said: "The scientific examination is coming soon, so I have to go."

Knowing that it was useless, the pen demon still said: "You are already famous in Dongxiang, why bother to seek fame and fortune?"

"Regardless of fame and fame, there is no way to serve the country." Chu Lun moved his legs and feet, often aching in winter. He covered himself with a thin jacket and said, "I have studied hard for more than ten years, and I only hope that I will be useful in the future."

The pen demon lost interest, he clutched the paper, leaned forward and asked: "Is it okay to die?" Chu Lun was stunned, and the pen demon immediately threatened, "There are many monsters in Beijing, all of them are big monsters! A scholar like you."

Chu Lun asked: "Are you a big monster too?"

The pen demon nodded: "My former master was the Nine Heavens Yining Sage, so of course I am a big monster."

Unexpectedly, Chu Lun laughed when he heard the sound. Although he was always gentle, it was rare to see such a big laugh, like a cloud breaking.

"If it's all like you." Chu Lun said, "I want to take a look even more."

The pen demon felt that Chu Lun's eyes were soft, and his protruding body seemed to be pinched back.He said with his back, "You don't understand...you don't understand! Be careful, listen to me."

"You told me to be cautious." Chu Lun looked at him straight up, "How should I call you?"

The pen demon loosened his legs and sat on the edge of the table, facing Chu Lun sideways, not allowing himself to look into his eyes, he just said vaguely: "My name is Le Yan."

Chu Lun has made up his mind to go, Le Yan understands but doesn't understand.He followed Chu Lun all day long, even if he had to write a pen, he had to chant a lot.Chu Lun's ears were worn out, and even in his sleep, Le Yan was standing sideways with a pen on his side, speaking earnestly.

It is often seen in the same village that Mr. Chu walked a few steps, then turned his head to grab a pen, and wanted to have a lot of words with that pen.They became more and more horrified, and felt admiration for Chu Lun's madness, and they never forgot to go to Beijing to catch the exam.

No matter how Le Yan tried to stop him, Chu Lun would eventually board the ship.On the eve of his departure, Le Yan said to him: "If that's the case, please take me with you."

Chu Lun said: "If something happens to me along the way, you will have to wander on the river for many days."

Le Yan wanted to cry again when he heard the words, he said: "Why do you say that, it seems that you are destined to meet the King of Hades."

Chu Lun pushed the books away, lit the oil lamp, and said with a smile to Le Yan: "I am suffering from an old disease, and it has been difficult for me to sit at the desk recently, so I understand somewhat. You saved me once that night, and you have already repaid the favor, why bother to follow me around .”

Le Yan followed the dripping of the water and said, "I can't figure it out if I know this and go on the road."

Chu Lun sighed a little, and said: "Even if you don't go, you will die... You cried for me one after another. I have no relatives in my life, and that is enough."

Le Yan wiped his tears and said: "I don't want to cry, but I, I was born like this, and the sages always scold me! Knowing that you can't do it, you remind me of another person 500 years ago. I always cry when I think of him."

Chu Lun said, "Who is it?"

Le Yan sobbed: "The spring, the sound of the spring swallows dangerous stones, and the sun is cold and green. ①"

Chu Lun handed him the handkerchief, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "I asked who you are, why did you read poetry?"

"Because that person came from this poem." Le Yan blew his nose with a handkerchief, and said, "I scolded him for many years, but it was helpless, the sage didn't like him. But I have my own guilt, alas, you are I don’t know, he used to slay demons and demons, Yanquan is the most powerful sword in Jiutian! When I see you like this, I think of him before he died.”

"Presumably he has his own reasons." Chu Lun folded the handkerchief and said to Le Yan, "...Although I am sick because of my illness, I will go to a party. You met me by accident and were taken care of...you didn't know How to thank you."

Le Yan said: "I'm a monster, very powerful, I don't need people to thank me!"

Chu Lun laughed: "I didn't know before that monsters love to cry like this."

Le Yan buried his head and choked with sobs: "I am a pen myself, and I have to write ink every day, so I can only cry every day, and I can't stop crying when I cry."

Le Yan was already weeping, and Chu Lunpa couldn't stop her.Seeing Le Yan crying and hiccupping again, turning over and continuing to cry, the hiccup sounded like a little rooster prowling around in the neighbor's house, so he found it funny again.The more Le Yan wept, the smaller he became, and he turned back into a pen with a "bang", and the ink was rich.

Chu Lun put the handkerchief under the pen, his back was slightly bent, and he was already thin in the light.

"Monsters are better than monsters." Chu Lun said in a low voice, "You don't have to be afraid of infecting yourself when you meet a chronically ill person like me. It's just that the time is too short...and I feel unsatisfied."

The pen ticks and inks, and there is no sound.

Chu Lun boarded the boat and left, Le Yan was in his bag.The road was cold and cold, and Chu Lun's illness took a turn for the worse, and he was lying down in less than half a month.People are lying on the sick bed, please let Leyan burn books for him.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to the middle of Beijing." Chu Lun smoothed the paper and said, "Many scrolls are unfinished, leaving others is just firewood paper. Why don't you and I keep warm together today."

Le Yan refused, and saw many lawsuits.

Chu Lun said: "All the cases in Dongxiang have not been overturned. I am entrusted by my folks. After my death..."

Le Yan said anxiously: "I can't die! You can't die!"

Chu Lun smiled wryly: "How can you still lie to me now?"

Le Yan packed the book paper back into his bag, got up and patted Chu Lun's cheek, and said with red eyes, "You are dedicated to your ambition, you are talented and knowledgeable, how can you die here? You must be on the top of the list and petition for the people. Just wait, I, I love to cry, but I am very loyal! I will never let you die."

Chu Lun laughed it off and said, "Everyone has his own destiny."

"You met me." Le Yan stood up, "You will be safe and sound."

Le Yan went to Huangquan, he had the name tag of the sage of Yining on his body, and no one could control his entry and exit from Lijin.He used to follow the sage of Yining, even the ghost messengers at all levels did not dare to offend easily, because the sage of Yining's scolding was so extraordinary that even Lord Linsong couldn't avoid it, how could they resist.

Le Yan's journey was unimpeded, and when he got his life record, he knew that things were half settled.Although he is good at escaping, he is best at handwriting. No matter who's handwriting, as long as he reads it, he can imitate it exactly.Le Yan sneakily found Chu Lun's page, wiped off the section "lost in an emergency", took up a pen and wrote "follow your will, and die when you fulfill your wish", and after a little thought, found the original written The page of "Tianjia's 12-year No. [-] Scholar" erased this person's No. [-] Scholar.

Le Yan whispered ashamed, read the name of this person, and wrote the three characters "Zuo Qingzhou" neatly.Although he doesn't know who this "Zuo Qingzhou" is, he also understands that because of his actions, this person will definitely lose the title of this year's No. 70 scholar.However, looking at this person's biography, it was clearly written that "official fortune is prosperous, corruption is eliminated, and the government and the public are suppressed."

"Then he can gradually return to normal, catch up with the scientific examination, and get his wish." Cang Ji interrupted Le Yan, poured cold wine in the shop, tasted it, and said, "There is no such easy thing in the world, although I don't know it yet. Knowing what the life book is for, you can also guess that even if you change Chu Lun, someone must go to take this life, but I don’t know who will be this unlucky ghost."

"No way!" Le Yan said in a panic, "I'll check the score, and I'm sure no one will die!"

"The world is impermanent." Cang Ji laughed mockingly, "You have already fulfilled your wish, so it doesn't matter what other people do."

Le Yan said: "Shenzhi's illness came for no reason, who should he die for? Such an arrangement is a mistake."

"I heard an old man often say 'the laws of heaven and earth', so the arrangement of the life spectrum must be done by someone else." Cang Ji said, "Everyone has his own fate, why not accept his fate?"

Le Yan suddenly raised his head and looked at Jing Lin, ignoring his tears, and just said: "Jun... Your Majesty is also accepting his fate? This kind of arrangement... How can I accept this kind of arrangement! Could it be that heaven and earth gave birth to him, Just want him to die and regret it? I...I don't accept it..."

Cang Ji knocked on the rim of his cup and said: "The word 'love' is a bad debt."

Le Yan kowtowed: "I am willing to pay for it with my life, just ask..."

The night wind blew violently, blowing Jing Lin's clothes fluttering.Le Yan's words were scattered in the wind before they were finished.Cang Ji looked up and saw something chasing from the east, he drank the cold wine, got up and walked towards Jinglin.

"I smell..." Cang Ji frowned, "Pen incense?"

Jing Lin said: "That's classic incense."

The two saw the thing in the east across the sky, which turned out to be a snow-white fox.The fur of the demon fox was soaked in incense, and with one person in its mouth, it jumped to Huashang's inn.But after seeing the fox chasing a person, he held a thorn whip and yelled loudly.

"The fox demon harms people with sex! He actually wants to have an affair with someone! You made his life end up like this, and you still refuse to let go!"

The fox fell to the ground, and Cang Ji saw that his tail had been broken in half and was bloody from the beating. What was even more shocking was that the man he was holding in his mouth was no longer recognizable.The fox whimpered and wailed, and limped into the inn with the man in his mouth.

The whip-bearer wanted to chase after him, but he heard Hua Chang hum.

"Wu Ying, this place is ruled by the Goddess Sheng Le, what are you? How dare you chase him here!"

Wuying flicked the whip "crack" and said: "Monsters harm people, I will do justice for the heavens!"

Huashang Koudan knocked on the window and said in a cold voice, "Gods are not gods, ghosts are not ghosts, are you worthy?"

Wu Ying was furious, but Cang Ji folded his arms and watched. It was the first time he saw other people's commotion, but he heard Jing Lin say.

"You lied to me."

Le Yan put his head back and remained silent, Jing Lin turned around quickly.

"Changing people's lives privately—you used others to pay Chu Lun. What you say is true and false. You are not doing it for loyalty, but for 'feeling'. You expected that someone would die, but you still insisted on going your own way."

Le Yan trembled all over, and he sipped slightly in his throat: "What can I do! Jun... Jun..."

Jing Lin was in the wind and couldn't hear Le Yan's voice. He only heard the copper bell tied to Chu Lun's body split into two parts and swayed from the fox demon.

The suffering of "sickness" is actually entangled with other sufferings.

Just at this time, I heard the wailing of the fox in the inn all over the sky, the strong wind blew swiftly from south to north, the lights in the whole capital suddenly went out, and the straight pole of the lantern broke with a "bang".Cang Ji raised his hand to avoid the wind, and pulled Jing Lin tightly.

"what happened?"

Jing Lin said: "He's dead."