Those years when I made five scumbags cry

Later in the day, lamps were lit in the palace.

Chu Yunfei sat on a high place and saw maidservants walking around. The two of them worked together to remove the lampshade, lifted the wick soaked in lamp oil, and put the lampshade back on after lighting it.

When he saw it for the first time, he thought it was strange. It is obvious that with a little magic power, the lights of the whole mansion can be connected, one place can be lit up, and everywhere can be lit up. No matter how bad it is, you can still use the technique of mechanism. Why do you have to use so many maidservants to do this?

The King of Ghosts sat in the study, writing notes while explaining to him.

"The underworld is no better than the underworld. The years here are long. If those who stay here don't find something to do every day, they may not be able to stay here for a moment."

Waiting for the time to hold the lanterns every day, day after day passed in a daze.

Seeing that the palace lanterns below were lit up one after another, the young man's dark eyes were reflected in the flames, he was fascinated by the daily scene of this ghostland, and his body was much less sharp than usual.

The ghost king sat across from him and looked at him, and asked gently: "Chonghu and Qingjia came to see you today?"

"Did you see it?" The young man supported his forehead with one hand, and he didn't seem to eat at the table, unlike the ghost king who always maintained his demeanor naturally.

Half of the food on this table is from the underworld, and half from the underworld, but most of the food is moved by him, and the ghost king doesn't eat much.

He noticed the ghost king's gaze, turned his head, raised his eyebrows, and then the ghost king asked: "They didn't make things difficult for you, did they?"

Chu Yunfei showed a half-smile expression on his face, and said, "Why do you ask the same question as my maid? Who else in this palace can make things difficult for me except you?"

The ghost king's reaction was much calmer than the little maidservant's, and he only said gently to him, "It's fine if you don't have one."

Then meeting Chu Yunfei's eyes, smiled again, and said, "If they come to trouble you, you have to be more tolerant."

He still remembered Xue Ji's embarrassment that day, completely unaware that he had been pried into a corner.

Chu Yunfei snorted, took his chopsticks, and randomly picked one from the dishes on the table.

Just looking at the food in the yin and yang worlds, there is really no difference, but ghosts can't feel the aroma of the food in the yang world, and the food in the underworld smells tasteless to him.

He picked up a piece of meat and put it in the bowl, lowered his eyes and said casually: "As long as you sacrifice your long time and spend more time with them, they won't come to trouble me."

As he was speaking, he suddenly stopped his chopsticks thoughtfully under the gaze of the Ghost King, looked at him, and asked, "Speaking of which, are you good at Danqing?"

"Chonghu and Qingjia told you?" The ghost king sitting across from him didn't deny it, and a slight smile appeared on his handsome face, "It's not that I'm good at it, but I just dabble in the Tao of Danqing."

He spoke so modestly that ordinary people would only think he was an amateur.

Only Chu Yunfei had seen the paintings his father hung in his study like treasures, and knew what the name Di Yan represented in the hearts of the world, otherwise he would have been fooled by his modest appearance.

"Don't be modest, I have seen your paintings before." He put down his chopsticks, showing a pensive look, "It's just that your paintings are rarely handed down to the world, I only saw them once—"

Seeing him thinking about it for a long time, the ghost king seemed to be looking for some words to describe the painting, but because he was really not interested in Dan Qingyi, he couldn't come up with words such as full of pen and ink, vivid A Du.

In the end, he only raised his eyes to look at himself, and boasted simply and rudely: "The painting is very good."

The ghost king almost laughed, and after thinking for a while, he said: "I voted for the king of Chu. After marching and fighting under his command, I seldom painted. Later, because the fief was broken, most of the paintings in the past were burned at home."

Although he was burned, there was no regret in his handsome eyebrows.

Chu Yunfei picked up the chopsticks again, turned his attention back to the food, and asked, "Are you still drawing?"

The ghost king looked at him, and the boy could always ignore his gaze, leaving only the top of his head and lowered eyelashes for him to see.

What the person in front of him wants to do is always random, like thinking of fishing today, and fishing in the pavilion all day after waking up.

The Ghost King said, "Why are you suddenly interested in my paintings?"

Chonghu and Qingjia talked about the past of the three of them in front of him, intending to make him jealous, and they would never just mention these.

But he seemed to have forgotten about the others, and only asked about his paintings.

Chu Yunfei didn't raise his eyes: "You didn't say it yourself. If you want to know your past, you should ask you. Besides, you are so secretive. Others think you are old and ugly to wear a mask. They say you are old and ugly. My real name is Di Yan, and I am good at Danqing, so I just asked, if I don’t want to say it, let it go.”

The Ghost King thought for a while and said, "There should still be a few in the study."

After such a long time, he suddenly had a lot of time, and he also picked up the brush again.

He looked at the boy in front of him and asked gently, "Do you want to see it?"

Chu Yunfei didn't expect him to agree so simply, he frowned slightly, and when he raised his head with his normal expression, he said calmly, "I want to see it."

The Ghost King said: "I'll take you to see it later, and have dinner first."

When it comes to calligraphy and painting, if he presents a too bright and aboveboard appearance, it means that there is definitely nothing in his study that he is looking for.

The plan doesn't work at all.

Although this road was blocked, but thinking of his paintings, Chu Yunfei followed him to the study after dinner.

In the study, the ghost king randomly pulled out his own painting and opened it for him to see.

Chu Yunfei saw that these scrolls were all piled up casually, some were still placed in huge vases. The owner obviously didn't pay much attention, so he didn't pay attention when he came several times.

The picture scroll unfolded slowly on the desk.

First there was a cloud and mist, and then there was the scorching flower.

Looking at the peach blossoms in the mountain temple in the painting, Chu Yunfei felt a wave of aura rushing toward him.

Different from the peach blossoms that are in full bloom on the island today, this picture shows the scene of the peach blossoms in the mountain temple beginning to bloom when the beauty of the world is exhausted in April.In this deep mountain, a piece of peach blossom is burning, very beautiful.

His eyes stayed on the picture scroll: "Is this the place you have been to?"

Di Yan's eyes were also full of peach blossoms, and he said softly: "In the second year of Dashang 390, during the battle, he passed here on the way, and his injuries worsened, so he rested in this quiet place for half a day, and had a conversation with the abbot of the temple. "

Chu Yunfei said: "Where is there a quiet place in the chaotic world? Even if you hide in the mountains, you still can't escape the flames of war. Are you going to fight there later?"

The ghost king did not deny it.At that time, he was leading twenty elite soldiers to catch up with the main army, and there were pursuers ambushing behind him.

But after staying for half a day, he was caught up in the mountain temple and fell into a bitter fight.The blood of the enemy stained the walls of the temple, and the blood of the soldiers splashed on the ground, brighter than the peach blossoms on the trees.

After this battle, all the people around him died in battle, and his injuries worsened. The remaining old abbot and the young monk in the temple could not stay here any longer.

The old abbot was going to go deeper into the forest, but the forest was dangerous, and the little novice could not follow him.

So before he left, he asked his little disciple to follow him, and the little novice put his bags on his back, supported the young general, and followed him.

As the young man said, in troubled times, no one can be alone.The little novice monk who grew up in the deep mountains tremblingly accompanied him all the way, seeing the suffering in this world, the pain on his face became numb day by day.

They caught up with the army, and the ghost king wanted him to go to the nearby Qingliang Temple to place the order according to his master's instructions.However, the little novice took the handwritten script he had opened, went and turned back after leaving, saying goodbye to the Lord Buddha, and wanted to learn from the brothers in the sect and save the common people in the world by means of a thunderbolt.

The young monk who had saved his hair joined his army. He started from a small soldier. He watched the young man gradually grow into a young man. He became a lieutenant general, and finally died in battle with him.

The ghost king was originally not very willing to think about the past, the past has become a cloud and cannot be changed.It's just that looking at this painting today and talking about the past with the person in front of him reminded him of the lieutenant general who had been with him the longest.

He said slowly, "If I hadn't passed by that day, he and his abbot should have lived in the temple well, and wouldn't have fallen into troubled times."

Chu Yunfei looked at this generation of famous generals, looked at his handsome face, and suddenly said: "The fate of a person is already predetermined. You know that there are many books in the Kunlun Library."

The ghost king looked at him and nodded: "I know." Since he became the eleventh king under Yan Jun's command, he has enough knowledge of the cultivation sects in this world, and he is no longer as ignorant as ordinary people. how?"

Chu Yunfei said: "It is said that it records the aura of every dynasty in the past and present, and also records the fate of everyone in these dynasties. You can see it just by flipping through it."

The ghost king looked at him, and felt that every aspect of this young man was very interesting.

Chu Yunfei met his gaze and said, "What are you looking at me for? I haven't been inside."

The ghost king smiled slightly, and said: "You can even steal the Moon Purification Wheel in Yaochi, and the library in Kunlun is not a problem for you. In those books, can you really see everyone's fate just by flipping it?"

The young man was flattered by him, his expression remained unchanged, and he still refused to admit that he had seen it, but said: "It is said to be so. But you are not from Kunlun, and you don't know where Kunlun is. Even if you want to see it, go there. No."

Then, without waiting for him to speak, he said in a dejected manner: "But I don't think it's interesting to look at other people's fates. You think, if you look at the fates of people from the previous dynasty, their endings are already doomed before you open this book. Just Like you, when I look at the Dashang Qi, you have already died on the battlefield and became the eleven kings under the seat of Yan Jun."

The Ghost King nodded, and said softly, "Continue."

The young man tapped lightly on the table with his slender fingers, turned his head to think for a while, and said to him: "If you look at the people who came later and saw that their fate was written in the book, you would want to verify the book. Is it correct or not. So you go to someone and watch them step by step towards their established destiny. If you don’t get involved, their destiny will definitely develop as in the book. But at this time you I will become curious and want to know what their fate would be if you interfered, but you took the initiative to change some things that should have happened, and pushed them to their fate—”

He paused, his eyes seemed to contain the mystery of the rules: "Then is it because the things written in the books drove you, or you are a part of fate, these books are just written in advance of the following things ?”

In the darkness, lights were lit everywhere, the moonlight poured down like silver, and the wind blowing from the lake was colder than during the day.

The Ghost King looked at him deeply, and suddenly said, "You have roots of wisdom. Which sect are you a disciple of?"

"You asked me?" Chu Yunfei raised his eyebrows, looked back at him mockingly, and said, "You never even asked my name."

The ghost king was taken aback, he really never asked his name.At this moment, facing the young man's face, if you want to ask again, the trace of not taking his matter to heart is too obvious.

"Okay." The young man didn't seem to care about this kind of thing, and looked down at the painting again. He only thought about whether he could take the painting to the underworld. If I want to know something about you, I just need to ask you, but what I said is not that I will answer you if you ask."

The Ghost King's heart moved, and he asked, "Then how will you answer me?"

"Answer you?" When the two were alone, the boy was still dressed as a woman, as if he was having fun in such a character setting, and he didn't mention the matter of returning to his male body, "I don't know, I will tell you when I am in the mood You set a small goal first, first know my name, then you will naturally know who I am, and which sect I come from."

A smile appeared on the handsome face of the ghost king, he came behind him and reached out to shake hands with him, leaned slightly and said to the person in his arms, "Want to draw?"

Chu Yunfei looked at him sideways and said, "Why, you want to be my teacher?"

The ghost king said: "If you want to paint, I will teach you."

As soon as his words fell, the picture of "Peach Blossom in the Mountain Temple" on the table rolled up automatically, flew to the side, and spread out a new rice paper on the table.He stood behind the boy, leaned over to hold his hand, led him to take the pen on the table, and dipped the ink in the inkstone.

The inkstone on his desk is also a magic weapon, the ink in it will never dry up, saving the effort of grinding ink.

Chu Yunfei really didn't expect someone to make such an inkstone, and laughed in the arms of the ghost king.

He asked: "Who made your inkstone? Others are reading and painting here, wishing that there are seven or eight beauties beside them. People like you can't find an excuse to come in. Where can there be opportunities for red sleeves?" ?”

The ghost king didn't answer, but said, "Concentrate."

Chu Yunfei stopped talking, and his eyes fell on the paper, and the people behind him stuck to their hands and painted on the paper.

With one stroke, what is drawn is a mass of thick ink without outline.Chu Yunfei also has no talent in this area, and he has never studied these brushwork. What he has learned most in this world is the sword, and the second is to practice calligraphy.

The theory of the Lord of Kunlun is that practicing swordsmanship is similar to practicing calligraphy. Chu Yunfei didn't think there was any connection between the two at all, only that his master was really logical.

This was the first time for him to see people painting. To him, it was indeed a miraculous skill to be able to draw a good painting just by the shade of ink.

Their bodies were so close that Chu Yunfei could touch his face with one side of his head.

After finishing one spot, the ghost king stopped his pen and dipped the brush tip in the clear water to wash away the ink color.

Suddenly aware of his gaze, seeing that the person in his arms turned his head at some point, and looked at him without blinking, so he smiled at him and asked, "What are you looking at me for?"

At such a close distance, the boy leaned forward as if he had been bewitched by him, and said in a low voice, "Don't talk, give me a kiss..."

Then she left a kiss on his lips, stepped back a little, leaned up to peck him again before he could react, and finally separated the two of them, squinting at him for a moment.

The Ghost King's movements paused, his beautiful eyes stared at this beautiful face so close at hand, this was the first time that the person in his arms made such an intimate move towards him, which touched his heart.

However, after Chu Yunfei finished flirting with him, he turned his face away as if nothing had happened, and only urged in his usual casual tone: "See what I do, continue to draw."

The ghost king smiled, held his hand and continued to finish the painting.

Outlined by the brush and the finishing touch, Chu Yunfei saw that the dark and light ink colors under the pen turned into jagged rocks, and the dry branches turned into vigorous green pine trees. Beside the strange rocks and green pine trees, there was also a white crane croaking.

I heard the ghost king saying in my ear: "I will teach you how to draw another day when I have free time."

Chu Yunfei looked at this painting, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it would be more face-saving to show it at his father's birthday banquet. He still mocked: "Take me to draw it once and you will teach me. How can there be such a casual teacher like you?" .”

The Ghost King didn't care, he just said, "Do you really want to learn?"

He raised his hand to stroke the young man's hair, resting his palm on the side of his face, and said softly: "Then I will teach you after I return the moon wheel with you when I come back from Yao Chi."

Chu Yunfei reacted for a moment before realizing that this was his answer to the request they made in the bathing pool yesterday.He squinted his eyes and looked at the painting drawn by two people on the table. He said it was two people, but in fact, it was the ghost king who was painting alone.

He said, "Are you going to let me go back?"

"It's not to let you go back." The person behind said, "It's to go back with you."

The boy turned around in his arms, with a smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with his answer: "You said it, so it's settled."

Then he reached out to take a wolf hair from the pen holder, and then looked up at him, "This painting is too empty, please mention it?"

The King of Ghosts saw the rare and genuine smile on his face, and asked softly, "What word do you want to mention?"

Chu Yunfei thought for a while, and said simply: "I'll do it."

His handwriting is still readable, and the meaning of this painting is so good, I am really sorry for his performance in the underworld if I don’t take it back.

He followed the pen and wrote four words on the blank space of the paper - Songhe Yannian.

The ghost king's expression moved slightly.

His handwriting is indeed beautiful. He must have been instructed by a famous master, and he has put in a lot of hard work. His pen is full of youthful spirit, which makes the whole picture a bit more vivid.

After finishing writing, Chu Yunfei stepped back and looked at it, and he didn't care that his back was pressed against the chest of the person behind him. He put down his pen in satisfaction, and urged the ghost king, "Take out your seal and stamp it."

The ghost king looked at him with a gentle light in his eyes, and asked, "Which chapter do you want me?"

The boy looked at him, and said naturally: "Of course it's the one with your name on it, Di Yan."

It was the first time he called his name, the ghost king thought, but the seal had already been lost, and he didn't engrave it again.

However, he always felt that the person in front of him owed something, and it was rare for a young man to make a request, so when he thought about it, a red mark slowly appeared in the blank space on the paper.

The cinnabar was still wet, and the word "Di Yan" engraved on the seal was exactly the same as what Chu Yunfei had seen in his father's study.

He looked at it admiringly for a moment, put away the painting in satisfaction, and then heard a knock on the door outside.

The two stood behind the desk and looked up at the door at the same time, only to see the butler holding a lantern in his hand, and said respectfully to the two people in the study: "Wang Jia, Wang Fei, the two Madam Nie invited Wang Jia to watch the moon." Let me tell you about it."