The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

Shen Zhongyu said with a smile: "Azhi writes well, please write one with me."

Waiting for trivial matters, let alone refusing, Zhang Zhihe nodded and said: "What do you want to write? Do you also write this?"

"Let's write a sword character."

"Okay." Zhang Zhihe responded, and with a few strokes, a word "sword" in cloud pattern seal was written with a swipe.

"This is not a sword, write again." Shen Zhongyu pulled the written word, and tore it from the middle with a "tear" sound, his palm shook, and the paper turned into flying ashes.

Zhang Zhihe looked at him in astonishment, picked up his pen, and wrote it again, this time in big characters with real body and well-proportioned flesh and bones, but Shen Zhongyu still tore it up.

Write it again, this time it is written in smooth cursive script, with ups and downs and beauty, not top-notch, and naturally it was torn.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth times, every time they were just written, Shen Zhongyu snatched them and tore them clean.At the end of the writing, Zhang Zhihe also became angry, held up the pen, looked at Shen Zhongyu stubbornly, and said, "Why is Mr. dissatisfied with me? To put it bluntly, why bother to entertain me like this?!"

Shen Zhongyu clapped his hands on the table and said, "How can I entertain you? You don't know swords, how can you write sword characters?!"

"How can I not know the sword?!"

With a wave of Shen Zhongyu's sleeve, the paper ashes all over the ground rolled up and fluttered in the air. He pointed to the paper ashes and said, "This is also a sword?!"

Zhang Zhihe looked up and saw the paper dust flying like a white butterfly, he was stunned, and was just about to answer: "Of course it's not a sword?" But he was stunned for a moment, thinking, why can't it be a sword?

Zhang Zhihe's momentum froze, then fell silent, like a dead wood and dead ashes, suddenly reincarnated from death, bursting out with a monstrous sword intent, pressing the paper, picking up the pen, his wrist like a money bag, writing very slowly and steadily .

The ink on the tip of the pen had already dried up, the first stroke was still a bit black, and the second stroke only had light gray marks, but Zhang Zhihe didn't care, his forehead was sweating like pulp, and his clothes were soaked in the blink of an eye. But his eyes became brighter.

The inn clerks and others who were onlookers were all turned away by Zhang Zhihe's sword intent, and they said it was so scary.Shen Zhongyu was still sitting upright at the side, watching him write with a smile.

With one stroke, there are only two ink marks, but the sword intent runs through it, and it looks like the boundless sword intent is contained in a square inch. Zhang Zhihe just finished writing, and fell back, and passed out from exhaustion.

Shen Zhongyu, who was sitting next to him, put one hand on his shoulder, watching him frowning, his eyes closed, and still holding the pen in his hand.Shen Zhongyu opened his hands, took off the brush, stroked the center of his brows, and adjusted his sleeping position so that he could sleep better.

Seeing this, the innkeeper at the side walked over tremblingly, and was about to speak, but his exhaled breath brushed the table, and the intact writing paper on the table turned into flying ashes, and the hardwood table fell down with a crash. Everywhere, dust is raised everywhere.

The innkeeper shrank in fright, and said tremblingly: "Dao... Daoist, this..." Shen Zhongyu interrupted him with a wave of his hand, took out a small red gold ingot from his sleeve, handed it to him and said: "This compensation you."

"Eh? Yes." The shopkeeper was overjoyed, but seeing that he didn't want to say more, he took the gold ingot and withdrew again.

The little girl Baoyin came in from outside the door, and was startled when she saw the shredded paper and sawdust on the ground. She saw Shen Zhongyu sitting upright on the bench, leaning on Zhang Zhihe's shoulders. , I was startled and uncertain, swallowed, and wanted to quit.

While stroking Zhang Zhihe's back, Shen Zhongyu raised his head and saw Baoyin's figure, waved to her, and said, "Come here, what's the matter?"

Baoyin looked at him, grabbed his skirt, then walked over to Shen Zhongyu, cautiously said, "Daozhang, what's wrong with Zhang Daozhang?" "He was tired of writing, so he fell asleep naturally. .”

Baoyin looked at the papers all over the floor, nodded clearly, and said, "It's really hard work, writing is so tiring."

Shen Zhongyu was amused when he heard this, and said, "That's right, what are you doing here?" "How do you pronounce the lyrics written by Zhang Daochang just now in Chinese? I want to learn." After Baoyin finished speaking, he bit his tongue Biting his lip, he felt a little aggrieved.

"Your father asked you to come."

"Yes, uh, no, I wanted to learn it myself." Baoyin said hastily.

"It's okay, I'll just teach you." Shen Zhongyu said with a bad temper, "It's just a while, don't wake him up."

"Okay." Baoyin replied happily, obviously very happy to have escaped today, saluted, turned around and left.

In the mist, I heard a rooster crowing first, then horses neighing and dogs barking, wheels rolling, human voices breaking down, eyes squinting a slit, and saw that the outside was bluish white, like the color on a duck egg shell, and the characters, chariots and horses were like Walking in this blue and white, the voices are lowered, gesturing to each other, as if it is an absurd painting; when I look at it again, the sky is getting whiter, and the voices are getting louder, as if the rising sun gave people endless courage and dared to raise their voices. There were voices of talking, shouting, hawking, cats barking and dogs barking, horses neighing and cows barking, all kinds of livestock also shouted loudly along with people...

It was getting late, Zhang Zhihe suddenly opened his eyes wide, and found himself sleeping on Shen Zhongyu's shoulder, and Shen Zhongyu was sitting in the lobby of the inn all night, couldn't help feeling ashamed and embarrassed, and bowed to Shen Zhongyu repeatedly when he got up, saying : "Sir, the boy is rude! You really offended Mr. last night."

Shen Zhongyu waved his hand and said, "What's the matter, I am happy. Don't you agree?"

Zhang Zhihe hurriedly said: "How come? If you are tired, sir, please rest."

Shen Zhongyu gave him his hand, asked him to help himself up, moved a bit and said: "They are all practitioners, how can they get tired so easily."

After walking around the room twice, he was on the road again.Along the way, Shen Zhongyu kept his promise, and taught Baoyin how to read the Chinese translation of the folk song word by word. Zhang Zhihe wanted to say a few words, but Shen Zhongyu joked: "Practice your calligraphy well, don't write two more words." The word just fainted."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhihe also felt ashamed, and felt that what Shen Zhongyu said was very reasonable, but he was always a little boyish, so he couldn't help but said: "What sir said is true, I don't like to play, so I just have a few words with sir. "

"Well, tell me."

"forget."

When they settled down in the inn, Zhang Zhihe took the yellow paper and cinnabar, wrote a picture to Shen Zhongyu, and said: "Thank you for your teaching, sir."

Shen Zhongyu took it, folded it up and put it away, and said: "You are so clever that you actually took this as a talisman. No, you should have learned it in the past."

Zhang Zhihe smiled, and said with some embarrassment: "I have learned it, but I can't learn it well. I can always draw a sword symbol in the future."

"Still writing. I really want to learn how to draw symbols. I'll teach you later."

Stopping and stopping like this, the new green on the road gradually changed to yellow sand. Zhang Zhihe saw that there were more and more pedestrians on the road, carrying their backs, and the constant traffic of horses and goods, so he asked Diba, and Diba said: "Is this fast?" We've arrived in Shuofang, maybe we can have lunch in Shuofang City tomorrow."

Sure enough, he saw the majestic figure of Shuofang City at the end of Chidao soon. This big city is not only grand, but also exquisite. Its history is not very long, but for thousands of years, it is nothing to the elders.And the city was not called Shuofang at the beginning, it was called Liancheng, which was built by Master Ruhai, a virtuous and eminent monk of Liantai Temple. The center of the city was the former site of Liantai Temple. The day and night are the same color, and the city is full of great monks.

Later in the Devil's Tribulation, the Liantai Temple with the lowest foundation was destroyed, and the branch sects became independent into several small sects. Naturally, they were unable to control this big city, so they fell into the hands of the four Nascent Souls. The monks accepted apprentices to teach in this city, and multiplied the family. After 200 years of ups and downs, there were two more families in the fairy gate, Shuofang Helou and Shuofang Nie.

Seeing that Shuofang was approaching, the people in the caravan relaxed more and more. They rode their horses and ran along the driveway. Some of them were bold, so they simply turned to the nearby grass and field and hunted two hares for extra food.

Diba made a good estimate. Seeing that the sun was getting higher and higher, when it was almost noon, the caravan had already lined up at the Shuofang City Gate to enter.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhihe picked up Shen Zhongyu on his back, took his leave and left, but Diba had no choice but to watch the two leave.Baoyin was even more reluctant, so she just stuffed a silver-embedded dagger into Zhang Zhihe's hand, turned around and left.Seeing this, Zhang Zhihe smiled and put the dagger into his sleeve.

Shen Zhongyu said: "Little girl Huaichun, I'm afraid I have a crush on you."

"Emotions come from the heart, and observance of propriety, why not?"

"What about you? Have you ever been tempted?"

"No." Zhang Zhihe thought for a while and said, "I would rather be close to my nephew than to her."

Hearing such a serious answer, Shen Zhongyu was speechless again, and shut up sullenly.

Zhang Zhihe was not in a hurry to enter the city, but walked around the city wall for a while, touched the lotus flower decoration on the city wall, and said with regret and joy: "It's a pity, it's a pity, this formation seems to be able to gather together Buddha's light, if there are many eminent monks here, linking the formation, maybe there will be a Buddha's light to manifest the holiness. It's a pity that this formation is incomplete." After speaking, he raised his head and looked at the arrow hole on the wall with regret in his eyes.

Shen Zhongyu said: "It's a pity that this formation is useless except to gather the Buddha's light, otherwise the Liantai Temple would not be destroyed."

Zhang Zhihe couldn't refute, so he sighed and continued to line up