Walking with Cats [Quick Transmigration]

Cheng Dan's life became more and more arbitrary.

Every day without tasks is quite leisurely. I get up early to take a walk in the garden, water the flowers, and learn from Qianmengjiao, who is new to swordsmanship. I cook when it’s time to cook, and practice piano when it’s time to practice piano and painting Learning to paint is very pleasant.

Yu Qingbai came to see him once in a while, envious and jealous of his leisurely life, and said that he would send him a bunch of tasks to make him stop being so decadent, but was ruthlessly dismissed by Zhang Yuliang, who had always protected him.

"When I'm around, he just needs to take care of me, understand?"

The priest is proficient at playing tricks for selfish interests, and he is so confident that even the thick-skinned and dark-hearted Si Yaojian is speechless when he walks around the world.

"It's great to have the backing of gods?" Yu Qingbai was angry.

Cheng Dan covered his lips with Zhang Yuliang's purple bamboo fan and smiled, Shi Shiran said: "Yes, it is great to have the support of gods."

"..."

Yuqing flung her sleeves angrily and left.

On this day, Cheng Dan was still practicing meticulous painting among the flowers in the atrium, and by the way designed a new wood carving pattern for Qianmengjiao.

Zhang Yuliang sat beside him, with a guqin in front of his knees, and when he plucked the strings with his fingers, the clear sound was lingling, echoing a distant artistic conception of the pine wind in the empty valley.

"Are you drawing butterflies again?" Without looking, Zhang Yuliang can guess how the lines under Cheng Dan's brush will be clustered.

"That's right. It's not easy to draw a shape and meaning well in a lifetime, not to mention that I'm a beginner, and I need to practice every day, so I can't slack off."

Cheng Dan didn't raise his head, he picked up the pen tip and traced carefully, a butterfly fluttering its wings and about to fly leaped onto the paper, not to mention lifelike, but also lifelike and exquisite.

"You are talented in both painting and qin art, but your talent is mediocre, and it is difficult to reach the peak." Zhang Yuliang turned her voice, and her words were slightly sharp, but wrapped in a layer of soft affection, so as not to hurt Cheng Dan , "You know this very well, but you still study hard, which is rare."

Cheng Dan straightened up, looked around for a while, and then wrote again, embellishing the soaring butterflies with budding flowers and grass as light as mist.

"It's windy, cold and rainy at the summit. Although I don't have the chance to see it, it's not a pity." Cheng Dan turned his head and smiled at him after finishing painting the embellishments, "Besides, you, who left your name on the summit long ago, respect you I have come down to earth to accompany me, so what regrets do I have?"

Zhang Yuliang changed the tune by mistake, which made Cheng Dan smile even more, with joy on his brows and eyes.

The priest had no choice but to stop plucking the strings.

"I won't play, and you shouldn't draw either." Zhang Yuliang got up and held Cheng Dan's hand, "Today we might as well do something else."

Cheng Dan asked politely, "Then what do you want to do?"

"I saw that Qianmengjiao taught you how to carve butterflies yesterday, how much have you learned?" Zhang Yuliang didn't answer, but asked seriously.

Cheng Dan tilted his head to look at him, pretending to be surprised and said: "I remember when Meng Jue and I were learning to carve, you were looking for a piano score in the Yaozu Temple. If so, how did you know that I learned how to carve from him?" ?”

"Hey, you don't have to worry about this, just answer my question." Zhang Yuliang said forcefully.

Cheng Dan just thought it was funny, and replied according to his intention: "I have learned some fur, and I can sculpt shapes. What, you want to learn?"

"En." Zhang Yuliang nodded seriously, took his hand again, and said sincerely, "Teach me."

After finishing speaking, he brushed over the table with his hand, and the painting tools suddenly turned into two sets of carving tools, and a half-meter-long, jade-like red sandalwood branch.

"Beginners don't need to use such precious wood." Cheng Dan couldn't laugh or cry, "I can't do it."

"It's okay, such materials are not considered valuable." Zhang Yuliang, who is rich and powerful, waved his sleeves indifferently, "After you improve your skills, I will give you a set of Shenyu carving knives and a piece of Kunlun Shenmu. These are precious materials."

"..."

What a rich man who owes money.

Seeing that he could not refuse, Cheng Dan picked up the carving knife, cut off two pieces of wood from the branch, handed one to Zhang Yuliang, and held the other by himself, raised his wrist and drew the first knife on the wood.

"Meng Jue's way of carving is different from ordinary people. There is no skill at all. As long as you have the exact shape in your heart and the ability to transform your inner thoughts into creations, you can carve at will without following any rules. "

As Cheng Dan spoke, he drew different lines on the wood as his thoughts changed.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuliang imitated the pattern and began to carve.As a god, his comprehension is far superior to Cheng Dan's, so he can understand the unskilled skills contained in these words better than Cheng Dan, and he is more calm when turning the knife with his hand.

Cheng Dan glanced at him and said with a smile: "Yuliang, you don't need me to teach you at all, but I want to ask you."

"It's my honor." Zhang Yuliang accepted his compliment without humility, and at the same time speeded up. Soon, a budding orchid took shape in his palm.

Cheng Dan didn't want to be left behind, so he slashed sharply, and two hollow butterfly wings were initially formed.After refining, he had to slow down the movement to make the outline look smoother and rounder, and also make the wood carving itself more aura.

The two refused to give in to each other, chasing after each other, one butterfly and one flower were carved almost at the same time.

What Cheng Dan carves is the butterfly in his own painting, with vibrating wings, soft and graceful lines, and compelling aura.

What Zhang Yuliang sculpted was the orchid in that painting, with slender stems and leaves, delicate buds, and vitality as if it were a living thing.

Cheng Dan took his flower, buckled his own butterfly on the side of an unfolded petal, and held it up against the sun for inspection. The flower and the butterfly were entwined and almost transparent.

"I just said you don't need my teaching at all."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuliang hugged him from behind, took down two wooden carvings and took them apart, but gave him the orchid he made, and put away the butterfly he carved, the whole set of movements was done in one go.

"Is this... an exchange of tokens?" Cheng Dan pinched the slender branches of the orchid and turned around with a smile on his brow.

"Yes." Zhang Yuliang unexpectedly leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips, and said softly, "A token of love."

"Master Cheng Dan, I..."

At this moment, Qianmengjiao rushed over with a pot of flowers in full bloom, and was about to talk to Cheng Dan, when he looked up and saw the intimate appearance of the two cuddling each other, his smile froze on his face.

"...cough, sorry to bother you." The shy boy shielded his eyes with one hand, quickly exited the yard, and disappeared at the end of the path in a blink of an eye.

"Hey!..." Cheng Dan didn't have time to stop him, so he could only sigh in the direction he was leaving, and then pushed Zhang Yuliang's face that was still leaning on his forehead, "You and I are not the only ones who miss the world in this life. People, the priest is proud of himself."

His tone sounded like he was joking, but Zhang Yuliang sighed seriously: "It's really troublesome. If I knew this, I wouldn't have promised Yuqing to take them in for nothing."

"Huh? Isn't it because of me that the priest agreed to take them in?" Cheng Dan shyly returned to the table and sat down, re-laying the paper and licking the ink, and began to paint.

"..." Zhang Yuliang was speechless for a while.

In this way, it is not even easy to say regrets.

"You are relying on me...indulging you."

Zhang Yuliang sat cross-legged beside him, lazily leaning on his left shoulder, with a wave of his hand, the guqin lay across his knees again, and Qing Xuyin's soft tune played slowly.

"Perhaps." Cheng Dan slanted the tip of his pen, outlining the outline of a lyre, "Have you ever heard of being proud of being favored?"

Zhang Yuliang's piano sound was even more joyful, and he said with a smile: "If I can make you proud, it's not a bad thing."

"Since you say that, then I won't be polite to you." There is a stage under the piano, and there are people beside the stage. Cheng Dan carefully described the back of the person in the painting based on Zhang Yuliang, and said casually: "I don't want to hear the narrative clearly." Cited, can I change a song?"

Zhang Yuliang stopped playing the piano as he said: "What song do you want to hear?"

"I remember you said that whenever I want to listen to the sound of Dream Dao, you can play it to me." With one stroke of Zhang Yuliang's loose long hair, Cheng Dan stopped writing, rested his chin and closed his eyes to prepare to listen , "You only played a section before, let's continue today."

"Okay." Zhang Yuliang didn't hesitate at all because of his lack of cultivation, he hooked his fingertips, and the magic sound resumed, exactly where it ended last time.

The seductive melody swirls into blood-colored shadows in front of Cheng Dan's eyes, as if he has strayed into the bloodiest and darkest world deep in his heart.

Overhead was the night sky that could not see a single ray of light, and underfoot was the slowly flowing Styx River. Countless pairs of pale, withered bone ghost claws protruded from the river, grabbed his ankles, and wanted to tear him down and sink together.

Different from the last time, Cheng Dan gave up struggling completely this time, letting himself fall with the force from his feet, sinking into the bottom of the Styx River, sleeping forever in the dark world, among the bones.

The world suddenly fell silent, and all the noise and disturbance quickly disappeared in the blood-colored water.

The darkest place is also the quietest place, the best place to rest.

Under the sunlight, Cheng Dan, who was sleeping with his chin resting on his back, suddenly had a faint aura lingering around his body, and the vegetation beside him also emitted light green smoke, like rippling water and swaying waves, which set off his ethereal aura, as if it would dissipate infinitely in the next moment without a trace.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuliang suddenly misaligned the strings with his fingers, thus breaking the strings.

Cheng Dan, who had already fallen into a deep sleep, was suddenly awakened by a sharp clang. When he opened his eyes, he saw that a string of the Guqin under Zhang Yuliang's palm had broken, and a long and narrow wound had opened on the tip of his index finger, bleeding out from it. .

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly.

Cheng Dan sat up suddenly, took his hand and wanted to help him treat the wound, but remembered his identity, and felt helpless for a moment: "Yu Liang, is the body of a god so fragile? It can be cut by the strings of the zither."

Zhang Yuliang didn't blush, and put his hand into his arms: "The reason is not important, the result is that my hand was injured playing the piano for you."

Cheng Dan was annoyed and funny, but he still took out the bandage and powder and bandaged him briefly.

"Why did the strings break in the middle of playing?" He asked softly.

"Jianmeng Daoyin is an unusual melody. I accidentally played a wrong note, and my strength exploded, destroying the whole piano." Zhang Yuliang brushed the Guqin lightly with the other hand, and the original intact piano suddenly turned into powder , scattered all over the place, "It's a pity that my good piano, next time I will play the dream-receiving sound for you, you must remember to remind me not to use an ordinary piano."

"Okay, I'll remember." Cheng Dan said, picking up the end of the bandage and tying a small bow in a wicked way.

Zhang Yuliang was not angry, but rather happy.

On the other side, in the Yunqi Water Pavilion, Qianmengjiao is a little melancholy holding the flowers he just dug from the suburbs.

"What's the matter with you?" Gong Fan was tuning the guqin, and seeing his expression was wrong, he asked suspiciously.

"It's okay, I'm just wondering if Lord Priest and Lord Cheng Dan will always be so sticky in the future." Qian Mengjiao caressed the stems and leaves, shaking his head helplessly, "I still want to discuss with Lord Cheng Dan about how to grow flowers, If he has been haunted by the priest, wouldn't I have no chance to get close?"

"Don't say that, Lord Priest." Gong Fan patted his forehead with his fingers, remained silent for a moment, and then said awkwardly: "Besides, you don't necessarily have to find the demon-subduing master if you want to exchange ideas on growing flowers."

"If you don't want to talk to Master Cheng Dan, do you want me to find you?" Qian Mengjiao's long eyelashes drooped, but the corners of her lips slightly raised, "If you hadn't forgotten the example of you drowning my Beihai Bilan to death ?”

"..."

Gong Fan put down his beloved Qin, took Qianmengjiao, who was two heads shorter than him, into his arms, and messed up his hair.

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