dragon pen

Zhang Ziyao yelled and took three steps back.

The man in the painting frowned, as if he couldn't bear the surprise and exclamation: "What's your name, you foolish village boy who dares to call himself a descendant of the Zhang family? The portrait speaks strangely? Didn't you draw it yourself? Burn down half of your house with a chicken? What are you pretending to do?"

Zhang Ziyao was left speechless by a series of questions from the other party.

Finally, holding up his hand that was still dripping blood, blinking, and asked shamelessly, "Who are you?"

The man in question sneered.

He cleared his throat, and his lazily sitting posture straightened a little bit, his thin lips, which seemed to be born extremely mean, were raised, and an arrogant smile appeared on his handsome face.

"I am Zhu Jiuyin, that is you, Master Zhulong, you little idiot, although you are stupid, the taste of blood is surprisingly good, here is the palm of your hand, and let me take another sip!"

The person in the scroll has spoken.

And nervously asked him to drink blood.

"...I must be too tired recently, and I have hallucinations." Zhang Ziyao muttered, his eyes were empty, he picked up the open scroll, shook it, and said in bits and pieces, "I'd better find a time later, Go to the pharmacy and grab some sedatives to eat..."

"There is no need for sedatives, but it is necessary to grab some walnuts to nourish the brain. The brain is a good thing. I hope you have it too... Hey, don't shake the picture scroll, people will make you faint."

A voice of ridicule and dissatisfaction came from the scroll that was about to be rolled up in the young man's hand. He froze when he packed the scroll, and after a moment of silence, he really stopped what he was doing, and put the scroll back on the table with a blank expression. Put it down and spread it out.Zhang Ziyao folded his sleeves and bent down, narrowed his eyes slightly, and approached the tall man in the scroll with a dissatisfied face and bowed his head to straighten his clothes with his pointed nose: "Are you alive?"

Zhu Jiuyin paused as she straightened her sleeves, raised her head and asked reflexively, "Are you stupid?"

"..." Zhang Ziyao picked up the scroll and said simply, "Sure enough, put it away."

"Hey, hey, I said you are a little fool, but you have a big temper. If you disagree with me, you will be rolled up. How can there be such a reason!"

A white, slender hand with well-defined bones appeared in the blank space of the scroll outside the scroll, like a person in the scroll stretching out his hand to prevent the fate of being shelved again. Seeing this, Zhang Ziyao stopped again as if out of mercy. After finishing his movements, he opened the picture scroll again and asked the handsome man in the picture scroll: "You said you were Zhu Jiuyin."

"Exactly."

"The "Da Huang Jing" says: Outside the Northwest Sea, north of the Chishui River, there is Zhangwei Mountain. There is a god, with a human face and a snake body, red, with straight eyes and straight eyes. Its eyes are dark, and its vision is bright. No food, no sleep, no sleep. Rest, the wind and rain are Ye. It's Zhu Jiuyin, it's called Zhu Long... this Zhu Jiuyin?"

"Exactly."

"Ask you again, are you Zhu Jiuyin? Are you sure?"

"It doesn't bother me after asking seven or eight times, you little idiot... hey, what are you doing to collect the scroll after you speak so well! Presumptuous! Trickster! Put down this scroll for me!"

Zhang Ziyao had one hand on his hip, and the other hand shook the side of the scroll. Seeing that the man in the scroll was staggered by his shaking, he could only desperately hold on to the pine tree to keep his balance, and kept cursing "troublemakers" "" Zhang Ziyao raised his brows even higher for some dirty words like "little idiot": "Where did the little monster dare to pretend to be an ancient god? No matter how unpopular Zhu Jiuyin is in fairy tales, that's a shame." It’s also a dragon, a real dragon!”

"What kind of fairy tales are unpopular? Those are poor scholars who are jealous! What's wrong with the real dragon? I'm not handsome enough? Is it not worthy of the status of a real dragon?"

"What is the real dragon doing in the picture scroll?"

"..."

Zhang Ziyao's last question unexpectedly calmed down the cursing person in the picture scroll, and saw an expression of "I am a man with a story" on that handsome face, and then he waved his sleeves, and the next moment Then he gracefully jumped to the pine branch and sat firmly. He raised his head, looked solemnly at the young man outside the scroll, and said coldly, "Have you heard the story of the finishing touch?"

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

The last time Zhang Ziyao swore that anyone who asked him this sentence would kill that person's family was still burning in his chest.

I didn't expect someone to knock on the door so soon without fear of death.

However, before Zhang Ziyao got angry, the person in the scroll continued to speak unhurriedly: "Back then, your ancestor Zhang Sengyou painted four dragons on the wall in Anle Temple in Jinling, but he didn't touch the eyes. At that time, I and my friend The Dragon King of the South China Sea, Ao Qin, happened to pass by, and seeing everyone watching and praising him for his superb dragon painting, he was curious, so he also stopped to watch..."

"Do gods also like to join in the fun?"

"...You talk too much, don't you listen to stories?"

"Oh."

"At that time, the four dragons on the mural had no eyes, and the group of ignorant people watching with me asked your ancestors, 'Mr. Zhang, why don't you draw eyes for this dragon?'" Zhu Jiuyin played the role of ignorant people with her throat squeezed. , and then his voice sank again, "Your ancestors replied, 'you can't draw eyes, the dragon will fly away, so you can't draw'."

After Zhu Jiuyin finished speaking, she suddenly stopped and looked at Zhang Ziyao expectantly. It was the first time Zhang Ziyao heard such a vivid version of "The Finishing Touch", and for a moment he forgot to kill the whole family of the man in the picture scroll. Seeing him stop would be silly Looking at himself, he rested his chin with one hand and couldn't help urging: "And then?"

"What's next?" Zhu Jiuyin's beautiful eyebrows raised, "Don't you think it's shameless for a painter to say such a thing? The dragon in the mural has no soul, no matter how it looks like, it won't fly in the clouds, Where did he get his confidence?"

"You are talking about my patriarch," Zhang Ziyao reminded, "the one who keeps burning incense in the ancestral hall."

Zhu Jiuyin showed embarrassment: "Cough."

Zhang Ziyao said again: "But what you said is not completely unreasonable."

The embarrassment on Zhu Jiuyin's face subsided a bit: "Yes, it seems that you are still a sensible descendant of the Zhang family... Unlike others, when you mention 'Zhang Sengyou is shameless', you turn your face and deny anyone... "

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

It seems that this guy has been taken off the shelf countless times by some ancestors and then put back as it is because of his bad words?

"Actually, he is obviously thicker than the city wall." Zhu Jiuyin emphasized.

Zhang Ziyao scolded "childish" silently in his heart, but his face showed no emotion, and asked: "You said that the four dragons on the mural have no soul, even if they have painted eyes, they can't take off, but the ending of this idiom story is different from what you said In that way, at the end of the story, my ancestors painted eyes on two of the dragons, and then those two dragons soared from the painted wall..."

"Did you stop talking just now, because there happened to be two real dragons in the crowd watching the excitement at that time." Zhu Jiuyin rolled up her sleeves, her face full of impatience, "At that time, Benjun and Ao Qin became very playful, and Zhang Sengyou After painting the eyes of the dragon, Ao Qin erased the two dragons on the mural, and then I and he appeared in real body and flew in the air, and the people present certainly thought it was Zhang Sengyou who painted the dragon."

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

Zhu Jiuyin continued: "Later, the bald donkey from Anle Temple arrived and was frightened when he saw two dragons soaring in the sky. He immediately took a scroll and wanted to arrest me and Ao Qin..."

Zhang Ziyao said: "How dare you arrest you when you're scared out of your wits?"

Zhu Jiuyin glared at him, and said confidently: "Do you understand the appropriate rhetorical technique?... At that time, that bald donkey asked your ancestor Zhang Sengyou to draw my real body on the scroll as it is—this gentleman Knowing that the bald donkey is a knowledgeable person, gods and demons are all binding existences. Once recorded, it is like adding a shackle to the body... But what I did not expect the most is your thick-skinned ancestor He also has some real skills, he listened to the instructions of the bald donkey, and immediately drew the real body of this gentleman in every detail."

Zhang Ziyao let out a sigh, the shorthand of a painter, and he pays attention to "remembering with a photographic memory, writing like a god"... What, so the patriarch is quite powerful!

"In short, because I couldn't dodge in time, I was sealed in this scroll..."

Zhu Jiuyin finished the story unhurriedly. At this moment, Zhang Ziyao came back to his senses and grasped the important point: "No, isn't it just you in the picture scroll? Where is the Dragon King of the South China Sea who is with you?"

Zhu Jiuyin immediately showed a blank expression: "Run fast, Zhang Sengyou didn't have time to draw! Just one hand! Draw me first! I knew I would be more complicated."

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

That is, your legs are not fast in sprinting.

Oh.

I was really convinced that there is such a dark truth version of the bedside story I heard since I was a child, and it also comes with a sequel.

After listening to the story, Zhang Ziyao took his hand off his chin: "So what do you want me to do?"

Zhu Jiuyin seemed to be waiting for this sentence. He raised the corners of his lips and showed a wicked smile: "It's very simple to remove the shackles of the real body. You just need to reverse the painting order of the painter when the seal was made at that time, and put the same real body in reverse. If you draw the body again, the shackles will be untied naturally——Zhang Sengyou draws from the head to the tail of the dragon, you only need to draw this gentleman from the tail to release the seal...Little idiot, the one who was once drawn by drawing a dragon Do you have the magic touch pen with you?"

Zhang Ziyao subconsciously touched the gold-plated brush on his waist, and replied, "Yes, but..."

"Very good."

After Zhu Jiuyin finished speaking, before Zhang Ziyao finished speaking, he suddenly jumped off the pine branch——

Strange to say, at the moment when he jumped off the pine tree, a gust of wind blew up in the small study at the same time, lightning flashed and thundered outside the window, and the sky was as dark as night for a while!

The wind blew the small window crackling, and it also blew away the books on the table. Seeing that the scrolls in front of him were about to be blown away, Zhang Ziyao hurriedly reached out to grab them without hesitation, and at his fingertips The moment he touched the scroll, he heard the earth-shattering dragon chant resounding from within the scroll!

The dragon's chant shook the sky, it frightened the world!

Zhang Ziyao hurriedly raised his hands to cover his ears, and was about to crawl under the table, when at the same time, the wind stopped, the thunder stopped, the small crackling window quieted down, and the outside of the window became calm again in an instant, the sun was shining brightly, not far away The voices of servants talking came from the small courtyard, and nothing seemed to happen.

Zhang Ziyao was taken aback for a moment, raised his head again and pulled over the scroll, looked down, and found that the huge pine tree boulder had disappeared, one head was covered with black hard scales, bright yellow dragon claws, red eyes and white beard, the giant dragon with emerald tail and silver belly was soaring in the clouds !

"Zhu, Zhu Jiuyin?"

"Exactly, little idiot, I know you don't have Zhang Sengyou's half-body skills, so I don't force you, so you can paint from the beginning to the end according to my real body, how about it?"

"It's very simple."

"Very well, since that's the case, we might as well..."

"and many more."

"Why?"

"I have a question before painting."

"ask."

The boy standing by the table blinked blankly.

"What do I gain by liberating you from the painting?"

"..."

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