dragon pen

After waking up, Zhang Ziyao's chest heaved violently for a long time, and he stared at the ceiling in a daze. After staring for a long time, he couldn't recover from the evil dream. After a long time, he turned his head and looked at the still dark room. , his eyeballs rolled around uneasily, as if he was always worried that a monster with the head of a beast would jump out of a dark corner and catch him.

"Little idiot?"

There was a suspicious sound suddenly in the darkness.

Zhang Ziyao was startled like a frightened bird at first, but soon he realized who the voice was, and he sighed: "How do you know I'm awake?"

"Human beings can make sounds when they breathe, but I am not deaf." Zhu Jiuyin said lazily, "From the breathing rate at the moment you woke up and the silence that lasted just a cup of tea, I can draw other conclusions. Conclusion: For example, you had a nightmare."

"..."

"What did you dream about?"

"..." Zhang Ziyao was silent for a moment, and then answered concisely, "Bird."

"What bird?"

"kingfisher."

"what?"

In Zhu Jiuyin's doubts, Zhang Ziyao pulled the quilt up to his chin, and carefully put his hands back under the quilt, as if this layer of quilt was the most perfect barrier against evil spirits.The dark room made him suddenly regret how he blew out the candle before going to bed last night. After thinking about it, he remembered that even if he didn't blow out the candle, it might not last a whole night.

"...ninety-nine."

"what?"

"Is there anyone else in our house?"

"Which lake has water in your mind again? Is there anyone else I would talk to you?" Zhu Jiuyin was puzzled.

Zhang Ziyao let out a long breath, and after struggling with himself for a while, when the room was a little brighter than before he just woke up, he lifted the quilt and sat up, threw himself barefoot to the window and pushed open the window.It wasn't until the dawn and the cool fresh air poured in, and he stood in the sun that he felt at ease.

He turned around, went back to the table, raised his head and looked at the curious dragon who had been looking around in the scroll for a long time, and said without beginning or end: "Jiujiu, I suspect that the singer named Zihu, It's the kingfisher that ran out of Zhang Zixiao's painting."

Zhu Jiuyin was taken aback for a moment, thinking that there was something wrong with her ears, and subconsciously asked, "What did you say?"

"The kingfisher didn't disappear, it ran out of the painting."

"What ran out, it's not locked..."

Zhu Jiuyin suddenly stopped talking halfway through, and Zhang Ziyao also guessed from the expression on his face that he probably realized something was wrong: if the issue of being "closed" was involved, then what happened to the kingfisher was similar to that of the ancient Cthulhu is exactly the same.

Was locked in the picture scroll.

"Zhang Ziyao, did you forget one or two of the black words you said about your dream painters before?" Zhu Jiuyin emphasized, "Important settings?"

Zhang Ziyao bit his lower lip and had to acquiesce.

As I said before, painting living things is different from painting ordinary objects. As the saying goes, everything in the world has spirits, so borrowing living things is much more troublesome than borrowing ordinary objects. You can really 'borrow' living animals from painting scrolls The situation that comes out is called "borrowing the real spirit", that is to say, all the things that appear in the painting are living creatures. The dream painter uses the drawing paper as the medium and borrows them temporarily from the original place with superb painting skills. Come and unleash it.

It's like Zhang Ziyao borrowed Bi Fangniao.

The entire process of borrowing a true spirit from beginning to end can be seen as taking place on three sides: the first side is the world where the borrowed living creature originally existed; the second side is the drawing paper; and the third side is to The world where the dream painter of the true spirit resides.

Borrowing the true spirit is to bring things from the first plane to the third plane through the medium of the second plane.

However, Zhang Ziyao didn't make it clear to Zhu Jiuyin before, because the process of borrowing the spirit of the dream painter can be disassembled and decomposed into three aspects, so, besides "borrowing the real spirit", there is a more noble and immoral The skill is called "Spirit Sealing": Dream Painter terminates all borrowing of spirits on the second side, and does not release living creatures from the scroll, but keeps them in the scroll and seals them up forever.

It's like locking the living creatures in a cage forever and imprisoning them to complete a series of "vivid" dream painter paintings.Because this kind of method is cruel and violates the bottom line of morality, there are very few scrolls in the world with the skill of "sealing spirits". Once discovered, the dream painters will actively try to destroy them to express their shame for such behavior.

Zhang Ziyao once heard that some heirs of the collateral family were forced to break their pens and quit the dream painting craftsman because they were exposed to the skill of "Feng Ling" when they were young.

So in fact, Zhang Zixiao didn't "borrow the real spirit" by accident. He probably completed a "seal of the spirit" under the instigation of his father who knew the money before he was successful. In one line, it can be said that the impact on the Zhang family's reputation can be great or small. In order to prevent the damage from being extended to the maximum, Zhang Ziyao personally went to see what was going on.

He's not as good as the Madonna to really stupidly wipe his brother's ass.

From the moment he said "the bird on the painting is missing", he felt that something was wrong: how can there be any reason why the things on the painting disappear in ordinary paintings?

"You said the kingfisher escaped without being locked up?"

"Yes." Zhang Ziyao raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhu Jiuyin, "It's too slow for you to feel strange now, think about the things that were also painted by Dream Painter, why are you locked in the painting, That bird can come and go freely..."

"Sure enough, dream painters are not good things. For example, you know how to deceive people if you don't learn well at a young age. What you say about Zhang Zixiao is 'borrowing the real spirit'..."

"You are stupid."

"If it is true as you said, the kingfisher escaped from the painting, why can't I escape?"

"The person who sealed the kingfisher spirit is Zhang Zixiao."

"what?"

"The person who sealed your spirit is the ancestor of Dianlongbi."

"..."

"Zhang Zixiao and Patriarch." Zhang Ziyao stretched out his little finger of his right hand and thumb of his left hand, merged them together, and then ticked them off. "There are still technical differences."

"You don't use this 'you've won the jackpot' bird expression to talk to me like this, are you asking for a fight?"

Zhang Ziyao put down his hand: "Come back to business, actually I rarely hear that the things locked in 'Feng Ling' failed and escaped, probably because 'Feng Ling' itself was despised by others, and its failure was too embarrassing. That's why there are very few records..."

"Thinking about it better, it's also possible that those who can record it died too quickly before they had time to write it." Zhu Jiu said coolly, "You don't even know that all these years I have been dreaming about waiting for me to get out of the picture scroll The first thing to do is to burn the temple of that bald donkey, and then trample down the grave of your patriarch."

"..." Zhang Ziyao stared at this stingy Baolong for a while, and then said expressionlessly, "I can't stop you, so please don't tell me what you want to do to our patriarch, lest I end up in trouble Uphold the bad name of the ancestors."

"How selfish."

"Human nature is bad, why not?" Zhang Ziyao turned around and picked up the washcloth while washing, and said in a very calm voice, "Come back to business, because of my own taboo, in the related books of "Dian Longbi" by Dream Painter 'There are very few records of failures, and I am not interested in this industry, and I have read few related books...so I am not sure what will happen to Feng Ling's failure, but even so, I still know, However, any creature that has borrowed spirits through the 'Dianlong Brush' will have a scent of ink on its body no matter what state it is in for a short period of time."

"and then?"

Zhang Ziyao paused after washing his face: "Yesterday I smelled the fragrance of ink on Zihu's body."

"Maybe he was practicing calligraphy before."

"She sang in the yard before, thank you."

"You mean, this kingfisher not only broke free from your Dream Painter, but also swaggered to stay in the palace after being free, and even turned into a human form..."

"Yes."

Zhu Jiuyin stopped talking, and it seemed that he was in deep thought. Zhang Ziyao naively thought that he was pondering the possibility of "Zihu is a kingfisher", thinking that this dragon is so rare and reliable, it is really touching, So he didn't bother anymore, poured a cup of tea and sat aside to have breakfast with the pastry brought back last night.

When he was almost done eating, he heard rustling noises from the scroll.

Thinking that Zhu Jiuyin finally had the answer, he stood up and walked under the scroll, and found that the crazy dragon who had been sitting in the same position for most of the morning finally changed his sitting position. At this moment, he lowered his head, with a serious and serious face Looking at Zhang Ziyao carefully.

"How?" Zhang Ziyao asked expectantly.

"I don't understand."

"It's natural if you don't understand." Zhang Ziyao shrugged in disappointment, and I also think it's too hasty to judge only by Mo Xiang..."

"My lord, the majestic god of Zhongshan, Zhu Jiuyin, an ancient evil god, a big name that the old Jade Emperor doesn't care about when he's in a bad mood, but he's not even as good as a kingfisher?"

"..."

"I'm not fucking as good as a bird?"

"...you've been thinking about this all morning?"

"I'm fucking inferior to a bird!!"

I was so angry that I became an "I".Zhang Ziyao looked at the collapsed "Ancient Evil God" on the picture scroll for a while, and after a while, he gave up emphasizing the matter of "how far behind Zhang Zixiao and the ancestor's skills" and nodded angrily Expressionlessly said: "You are not as good as a bird."

The one hanging on the wall at home is hopeless.

Zhang Ziyao had no choice but to set off by himself in the palace, trying to search for clues to give him a satisfactory answer. While walking around, he couldn't help hearing some gossip.

It turned out that that day, the conversation between the prince and him was spread out through some big-mouthed servant, and the sentence that Lou Hen said himself, "Unless there is a miracle on the Zihu Lake", spread throughout the palace, whether it is fire Everyone knows whether it is the firewood guy in the house or the laundry girl in the backyard. While there is a lot of discussion, it is unavoidable to use it as a excuse to ridicule Zihu girl.

When these words reached the ears of Xue Wu and Fang Fei, the two singers were somewhat happy and complacent, and they locked their rivals in each other, completely ignoring the hopeless Zihu.

For a while, the whole palace seriously laughed at Zihu.

Zhang Ziyao saw Zihu a few times later. Although she still looked cold and indifferent, she was obviously thinner and haggard compared to the previous few days. She still felt pressured by the teasing of rumors and the invisible death penalty in the prince's words.

Although Zhang Ziyao didn't say "unless a miracle occurs", but for some reason, he also felt guilty.

Naihe wanted to strike up a conversation several times, but finally looked at Zihu's face and shrank back timidly. It was not until three days before the second selection was coming that he mustered up the courage to come to Zihu to strike up a conversation.

Unexpectedly, the other party seemed a little surprised by his apology.

Sitting by the lotus pond, his face that seemed calm about anything rarely showed a surprised expression. Zihu looked up and down at the young boy standing in front of him, and he knew the moment he saw his eyes. His guilt was not hypocritical flattery, so the corners of his lips softened, and he became a little more accommodating: "Sir, don't blame yourself, idlers will gossip, if they want to, let them have a good time."

Zihu's voice was very soft.

It was as mellow as when she sang songs as a child.

Zhang Ziyao pinched the corner of his clothes: "But..."

"Zihu knows that his personality is not likable enough, that he doesn't have a colorful crown and robes, and that he can't be in the elegant hall. It's the fact that those people want to make jokes, so they can do whatever they want."

Zihu stood up and slightly raised his hand to let Zhang Ziyao look at the clothes on her body. Although the material of the clothes looked very good and the color was new, it was not difficult to see that the style was probably a popular style a few years ago... Thinking about it Probably the clothes that top singers like Xue Wu or Fang Fei don't want are distributed to other singers by their band leaders.

Zhang Ziyao was fascinated by the delicate embroidery on the cuff.

The breeze blew in, and the tip of his nose could only smell the faint fragrance of lotus and rouge, not the fragrance of ink that he had smelled that day.

Is it really an illusion?

After a while, Zhang Ziyao leaned slightly as if he had made up his mind and said, "Miss, don't worry about this. The prince said that Miss Zihu still has a chance to win the singing."

Zihu smiled and said, "Where can Zihu find a miracle?"

Zhang Ziyao said: "Sincerity leads to spirit."

After saying that, without waiting for Zihu to reply, Zhang Ziyao turned and left.