dragon pen

Zhu Jiuyin and Zhang Ziyao had a quarrel.

How could they quarrel?

Close the picture scroll to block the sound of the rain, the dragon floating in the clouds in the picture scroll rolled over, scraped its belly with its sharp claws, and flicked the dragon scale gold powder in its nails. Puzzled, the little idiot looked very angry - this is unreasonable, doesn't it mean that the idiot is happy and cute, and never gets angry?

Gee.

Zhu Jiuyin was annoyed for a while "thanking the guests behind closed doors", but irritability is not his style, so after a while, he began to optimistically think about where that little idiot Zhang Ziyao went--

Maybe he just pretended to be angry and actually ran downstairs for supper.

Maybe he knew what he had done wrong and could not get off the stage, so he went downstairs to buy wine and prepared to bring it up to curry favor with me.

Maybe he was angry and spent more money to open a new room next door and went to sleep angrily. In his dream, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to me to admit his mistake.

Um, no no no.

Zhu Jiuyin, you have to be more optimistic, maybe he really ran out of the door and has been washed away by the flood outside right now?

……oops.

This is possible, I heard that the water outside is quite deep, and that little idiot has such short legs——

Zhu Jiuyin shook his legs, amused by his fantasy, twisted his body into a comfortable position and floated above the clouds, and continued to think wildly for a while, then he...

Fell asleep with optimism.

……

Zhu Jiuyin didn't know how long he slept, but he had a beautiful dream anyway.

In the dream, the story of finding the half-pull tail was spread out somehow, and all the immortals in the heaven were shocked by his awakening, so the Jade Emperor stopped going to court, the Queen Mother stopped studying her wardrobe, and Chang'e dumped the tree feller. The Weaver Girl and the Cowherd divorced, the Seven Fairies also broke up with Dong Yongen, and the Dragon King of the South China Sea held a banquet at the Dragon Palace in the South China Sea and knelt down to confess to him that he should not have left him to run alone...

Zhu Jiuyin was happily dreaming.

Suddenly the picture scroll was pulled away from the outside, Zhu Jiuyin was startled, the wine and beauty were gone, he suddenly opened his eyes, caught off guard and looked at a pair of wet, black pupils... he was floating in the clouds The dragon twisted his body in embarrassment and adjusted his posture, barely regaining the heroic posture that the "true dragon god" should have - the dragon's face was close to the scroll, and it was only then that he could see clearly that the person standing outside the scroll was soaked like a soaked chicken Ordinary Zhang Ziyao.

Yo.

Can't help but come back again?

Zhu Jiuyin thought she had won the dispute, she was secretly proud of herself, and was about to say arrogantly, "How did you know you were wrong? Don't do this next time", but before she could open her mouth, Zhang Ziyao was slightly hoarse The voice came--

"You finally know you're wrong?"

"?" Zhu Jiuyin was taken aback.

"Don't do this next time."

"????" Zhu Jiuyin was confused.

What do you mean?

"I knew that I would give in, so why didn't I stop earlier? I just stopped now, and most of the crops outside the city have been flooded... With such a big flood, I don't know how long it will take for the people to get up and drain the water tomorrow, and I don't know how long it will take. How many crops can be saved... Alas, but there is no way, you used to be a high-ranking true dragon god, so naturally you don't know that ordinary people still need to sow grains, eat and drink—"

While talking, Zhang Ziyao stretched his waist and turned around to grab a clean cloth to wipe off the water droplets on his head. He loosened his hair and pushed open the window to wipe his head with the cool wind blowing in, trying to make his hair feel refreshed. It's a bit dry... But at this time, the moon is bright and the stars are thin outside the window, the dark clouds have dispersed, and the whole street is quiet, except for the water dripping from the eaves, the sound of insects, and the silence of the night outside the house.

Zhu Jiuyin always felt that something was not right.

"Little idiot, what did you admit to being wrong?" Zhu Jiuyin asked Zhang Ziyao, "Who admitted to being wrong? Please make it clear."

Zhang Ziyao paused while wiping his hair, then turned around a moment later, frowned slightly and asked strangely, "Who else is it if it's not you?"

"My lord?" Zhu Jiuyin was stunned, "What's wrong?"

"You don't know how to stop the rain?" Zhang Ziyao said, "I just went to a street where the clay figurines were sold last time, and the rain stopped. If it wasn't for the flood at night, the clay figurines would not be sold. Thinking about buying a clay figurine to reward you? The dragon-shaped one, last time you passed by you clamored for the big and expensive one—I’ll buy it for you tomorrow.”

Zhu Jiuyin realized that something was wrong.

Stop the rain?

Stop the rain? ?

Has the rain stopped? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Don’t say whether he knows he’s wrong or not, which is a weird question that can be answered without discussion. What he said before is not a lie. It’s true that the dragon’s rain will last for three days and three nights. Or which carp is really blind, the cat meets a dead mouse, crosses the dragon gate and turns into a dragon; There are happy events related to "dragons", and it will rain for three days and three nights in the world-but the rain usually falls on the sea, and humans don't know it, but occasionally they bump into Feishen's little book, which says that it will happen in a certain month in a certain year. When the folks send water, the rain will fall on the places where the folks and humans are active... This is the dragon rain.

——Zhu Jiuyin is the ancient dragon god, he can do many things, but the rain and the stop of the rain are really out of his hands.

Zhu Jiuyin glanced out the window: But at this moment outside, the rain has really stopped fucking.

This is strange.

I have never heard that the dragon can stop half of the rain.

Zhu Jiuyin was confused again, wondering if it was possible that he had been imprisoned for too long and was expelled from the heavens, so he was not worthy of enjoying the spectacle of rain from the dragon—it was also impossible, looking at the Three Realms, who would have the guts to expel his patriarch from the household registration ?You see, even Zhang Ziyao, an unworthy descendant, knows that he is afraid that the brain-dead brothers will shut him up in the ancestral hall, and the ancestors will be hungry and no one will offer incense...

In a short period of time, Zhu Jiuyin's thoughts have turned hundreds of times, and finally the dragon on the picture scroll showed a strange and awkward expression under the suspicious gaze of the black-haired boy. He twisted the dragon's body, its tail curled up slightly, and said seriously : "Little idiot, come here, I will tell you a secret."

Zhang Ziyao put down the cloth to wipe his hair and walked to the picture scroll.

Zhu Jiuyin turned over and leaned closer to the edge of the scroll: "Before you say anything, give me a scratch."

"..."

Scratch what scratch!Do you really think you are a puppy?

Zhang Ziyao really wanted to complain about him, but thinking that it was rare for him to be well-behaved, it would not be a big deal to reward him, so he simply raised his hand and scratched Zhu Jiuyin's stomach—the emerald tail curled more tremblingly than before. It got tighter, and Zhang Ziyao scratched hard—Zhu Jiuyin didn't tell him to stop—after half a cup of tea, Zhang Ziyao finally couldn't bear to ask: "Hands are sore, is there an end? Can't I tell the secret?" ?”

Zhu Jiuyin shook her tail, indicating that Zhang Ziyao could withdraw her hand, then cleared her throat and said, "The secret is——I didn't want the rain to stop."

Zhang Ziyao: "...?"

Zhu Jiuyin: "If I let this gentleman know who dares to stop my dragon's rain and ruin the show, this gentleman must be the incarnation of Nezha who pulled his tendons and peeled his skin—"

Before the words were finished, Zhang Ziyao, whose face was black as the bottom of a pot, slapped the dragon's tail seven inches up!

Zhu Jiuyin uttered "Oops", and before he had time to say that he dared to slap Lao Tzu's noble dragon butt, he heard Zhang Ziyao ask: "Who are you? Didn't the dragon rain for three days and three nights? ?”

"Well said, isn't this, I am also curious?" Zhu Jiuyin scratched his chin with his sharp claws, and his buttocks still had a burning pain-the little brat's attack was really ruthless.

"You just said 'this gentleman is also curious' and you sent me away?" Zhang Ziyao took a breath and forced himself to calm down, even though his eyebrows were almost flying to the top of the sky at this moment, "I raised my hand to scratch your belly for you. You are sour, just say this! What kind of routine are you doing? Don’t want to lose face? Rely on the old and sell the old!"

"What's wrong with me relying on the old to sell the old? If you don't know something, you can ask..." Zhu Jiuyin said, "What's the rush?"

"Ask who?" Zhang Ziyao said while pressing the edge of the scroll with his hands threateningly, "After you think about it, you can speak and answer carefully."

What are you thinking about and talking about?Who is the little boy threatening?Zhu Jiuyin glanced at him full of disdain: "When you are away from home, if you encounter any inconvenient or understandable things, of course you should ask the local local snake, and you can call the local land lord to come up and ask clearly, although this kind of small Immortals can't take care of the big things in the sky, but he's probably very clear about what happened on the ground..."

"The land lord?"

"Yes."

"I'm just a mortal, and I'm not a spirit woman. Where can I find the Lord of the Land?" Zhang Ziyao said, "I've never seen a god in my life!"

"That's right, isn't this gentleman right?"

"Stop destroying the beautiful image of the gods in the children's hearts, you rascal." Zhang Ziyao waved his hand, "Don't call me, I think you're going to cheat people again. If you are as powerful as you say, Then he called the land father up to ask and then told me... Of course, it’s okay not to tell me, anyway, the rain has stopped, and I’m not particularly curious about who stopped it..."

While talking, Zhang Ziyao yawned. He was sleepy after tossing all night, so he turned around and walked to the bed——

"Zhang Ziyao," the voice in the picture scroll behind him sounded more serious, "I don't want to joke with you. The sudden stop of the dragon's rain is a major event that broke the rules. If something went wrong, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Zhang Ziyao stopped.

He settled in a certain position for a moment, and after a while, he turned his head slowly, glanced at Zhu Jiuyin and asked suspiciously, "Is it true?"

"Distrust" written all over his face.

The dragon in the picture scroll spewed out two white mist from its nostrils, and snorted coldly: "Fake it, I'm full and it's fun to coax you. Go to bed with peace of mind! It's great when the rain stops, right? , it will never fall again in the future, and it will never rain for ten years to make up for the broken order this time, or it will not rain for three to five years..."

"..."

Zhang Ziyao likes to worry about nothing.

Hearing what Zhu Jiuyin said, he believed even those who didn't believe it at first, and went back to the scroll again, tapped the scroll with his fingers and said, "Let me believe you once."

"Come on, I'm a liar."

"Stop talking nonsense," Zhang Ziyao tapped the edge of the scroll again, "I'm really thinking about what you said, anyway, it's good to make peace of mind anyway. It's not too late, you should call the land father up and ask Be clear—"

Zhu Jiuyin stopped talking again, and the dragon floated in the clouds, closing its eyes and pretending to be dead.

Zhang Ziyao poked its belly.

It twisted.

Zhang Ziyao poked its belly again, it hummed twice, shrank behind the clouds, and said vaguely: "What is it called... I don't know *&%￥@#... When I am still @##￥... ...This has been fucking hundreds of years @%#￥[email protected]&%..."

Zhang Ziyao: "Speak well."

Zhu Jiuyin opened his eyes impatiently: "What is it called? Do you really not understand anything, kid? The local land is guarded by the incarnation of a local unjustly dead good person. It changes every [-] years. It’s been hundreds of years in the painting, and the outside world has long been changed. Except for those old and immortal bald gourds in the sky who can still talk, I don’t know the name of the land in this capital city, and what is it called? You have this dragon pen in your hand , I have painted Bi Wen and stolen the fairy artifact, you can’t name a small local god—”

"Do you really think that I am Zhang Sengyou, who draws objects and draws dragons?"

"...You unworthy descendants just call the patriarch by his name and you yell so loudly—"

"What do you care about me? Bi Wen was so mad, stealing the fairy artifact was because you were watching from the sidelines while painting and revising, and then I did it for many days and I even bled. You don't even know, how do you ask me to draw him? To draw a fairy? If I can draw it, I am a fairy myself!"

"You can draw a picture of his altar and put it in the house and wait for the rabbit. He has to go home after he's busy, right?"

"...You let me steal the Landlord's house?"

"..."

"Knowing you, after I die, I will definitely go to the underworld and suffer in the [-]th level of purgatory for doing all kinds of immoral things."

Zhu Jiuyin laughed dryly, muttering, "I'm afraid that I'm afraid that I can do something big, the kid of today", and after a long while, he said slowly: "If you dare not steal the house, then use other methods. The floods are flooding every day, and mortals can't take care of themselves. The Lord of the Land has no one to worship, and he is hungry and full of resentment. Right? Please God not damage merit."

"I didn't open my eyes," Zhang Ziyao said, "I didn't even know he was here."

"..."

Zhu Jiuyin stopped talking.

Zhang Ziyao glanced at him a little strangely.

After a while, Zhu Jiuyin repeated Zhang Ziyao's words in an extremely yin-yang tone——

"'I didn't open my eyes, I don't even know that the old man is here'...?"

"what happened?"

Zhu Jiuyin was really stunned. He lowered his head in disbelief and glanced at the child standing outside the picture scroll. Seeing his serious face, he didn't seem to be joking at all. He paused for a moment before he said in shock: "Zhang Ziyao, you Saying this can really make Zhang Sengyou crawl out of the coffin in anger...Look down and see what is hanging around your waist?"

Zhang Ziyao lowered his head and looked down in a foolish way, and then said "oh", "What's the matter with the dragon brush? I told you that I can't draw gods—"

"You are really ignorant of this dream painter and his party. It seems that you are not pretending to be stupid, but really stupid."

"?" Zhang Ziyao paused and asked, "What do you mean?"

Zhu Jiuyin really never expected that one day he would have to work hard to teach the heir of Dianlong brush how to use Dianlong brush correctly, hey.In the painting, the dragon scratches its belly, feeling helpless: "You don't really think that the function of the dragon brush is to draw objects to life, and draw trees to make shade... that's all, right?"

"Is not it?"

"Just a little reminder... Your surname is Zhang, you don't believe in horses, you really think of yourself as Ma Liang..."

"If you have something to say, don't talk about it." Zhang Ziyao patted the picture scroll with a good attitude.

Zhu Jiuyin snorted.

"Have you... heard the story of Nuwa mending the sky?"