dragon pen

The world has changed.

People's hearts are not ancient.

"You child is so vulgar. Haven't you heard the folk tale that the real dragon god can grant a wish of a kind child?"

"A folk lie, right?"

"...You should roll up this gentleman and put it back on the bookshelf," Zhu Jiuyin floated in the clouds, twisting his body unhappy, "Please wipe the dust before putting it back, it's no good, only a sincere sentence My best wishes: I wish you all the best in the future.”

That sounded like a curse.But Zhang Ziyao was not angry, he raised his hand and poked the back of the black dragon. The dragon seemed to be itchy by him, and twisted again, muttering, "What are you doing?" The black eyes of the young man outside the picture scroll slightly It was bright, and there seemed to be some expectations: "If I liberate you, can you really fulfill one of my wishes?"

"No," Zhu Jiuyin said without thinking, "I've said it all, it's a surprise for kind-hearted children."

Zhang Ziyao thought for a while and retorted: "I'm not a child anymore."

Zhu Jiuyin choked with anger: "Is this the point?"

Zhang Ziyao asked again: "Then can you bring the dead back to life?"

"Forcibly robbing people from the underworld, only a grandson monkey has done such a wicked thing in hundreds of years. It's a change of fate. If someone catches you, you have to..."

"That's okay?"

"..."

"make a deal."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhu Jiuyin to say anything else, Zhang Ziyao took out the gilt pen hanging from his waist without thinking, and at the same time turned to the bookshelf behind him and carefully took out a new scroll and spread it on the table. Open, while saying lightly: "Try not to move while I'm painting later, my painting skills are mediocre, even if I have a bit of a dragon brush in my hand, I'm afraid I won't be able to untie the shackles on you so quickly..."

What kind of mediocre painting skills, didn't he once draw a complete Biwen bird with just a broken ordinary brush tip, and be an arsonist once?Why are you being humble again now?

Zhu Jiuyin subconsciously slandered in her heart, but it took a long time to come back to her senses. The child who seemed difficult to discuss a second ago was already twirling a dragon brush, gently putting the tip of the pen in the rich The ink was stained.

At this very moment, the young man standing in front of the desk glanced at his listless appearance, his back was straight, and his brows were full of concentration - in this way, the face that was at most eye-catching All of a sudden, there was an inexplicable smell.Zhu Jiuyin has seen all kinds of human beings in this life, and there are countless good-looking ones. However, I don't know if he stayed in the picture scroll for too long. There must be a little bit of a posture of not taking your eyes off...

At this time, when a little bit densely blooms on the scroll.

"So you just nod and let me out?"

"if not?"

"Aren't you afraid that this gentleman will have a poor image in folklore and be deceived?"

"Don't be afraid." Zhang Ziyao said, "You abide by the agreement, I will let you out, and you save one person for me, that's all. I trust you once, if you lie, I have nothing to lose."

"Aren't you afraid that I lied to you in the previous story, but in fact, I was sealed in the picture scroll just because I harmed the common people?"

"Impossible," Zhang Ziyao said calmly, but kept his eyes fixed on the scroll and the nib of the pen, and said without raising his head, "The Dianlong Brush was passed down as a painter, not a demon sealer. I heard that other artifacts have been passed down." Doing the business of sealing demons..."

"and then?"

"Purdue common people."

Zhu Jiuyin snorted, and said sarcastically, "It's a good thing."

"And poverty."

"..."

The conversation fell into an awkward silence for a few seconds.

"Hey, little idiot, don't you know your name yet?" Zhu Jiuyin turned over in the clouds and mist in the scroll, lazily turning her belly upwards.

"My name is Zhang Ziyao...don't move around." The young man poked the belly of the ADHD-like dragon as he spoke. Who knew that this poke made the latter's back slightly stiff, and his tail twitched like a cramp. Rolled up.

Zhang Ziyao quickly withdrew his hand: "Does it hurt you?"

"..." Zhu Jiuyin was silent for a moment, then put on a strange expression for a long time, "No, why don't you scratch it again?"

Zhang Ziyao finally took a good look at the dragon floating around on the painting at this time: "Are you a dog? Do you want someone to scratch your belly?"

Zhu Jiuyin: "..."

Zhu Jiuyin: "Presumptuous! Trickster! Is it because I am too kind that you have the guts to say such outrageous things? When I come out of the picture scroll, the first thing I will do is to bite your head off!"

"..."

Did not get an answer, Zhu Jiuyin felt strangely lonely, fixed his eyes and found that the young man standing in front of the scroll had already devoted himself to the painting, his slender wrist kept drawing a certain position of the scroll repeatedly, and at the same time frowned slightly , concentrate.

Zhang thick-skinned descendants are so obsessed with painting?

Isn't this kid not good at drawing one by one, and doesn't show much respect when he mentions the patriarch?

Bewitched?

Zhu Jiuyin was stunned for a moment, realizing that she was not to be disturbed, so she played with her paws in every possible way. It's cruel to talk to him and keep him silent...

So after holding back a cup of tea, the dragon on the picture scroll finally couldn't help but move his head to the place closest to Zhang Ziyao within the scope of the picture scroll, and at the same time grabbed the edge of the picture scroll with two claws, and asked expectantly: "Drawing?" How's it going?"

Hearing this, Zhang Ziyao was stunned for a while, with a strange expression on his face, he gently lifted up the scroll that he had drawn for a long time——

Zhu Jiuyin fixed his eyes, and then completely froze——on the scroll, there were four ink marks in total, each depicting the ethereal posture of his dragon tail flying in the air, and then...

Nothing else.

In other words, Zhang Ziyao spent half an hour drawing in front of the drawing paper with these four strokes alone.

Zhu Jiuyin: "..."

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

Zhu Jiuyin: "Are you playing tricks on me?"

In the words of the question, there was already a bit of gnashing of teeth.

However, upon hearing the words, the young man shook his head slightly. At the same time, he picked up a dragon brush and lightly slid a line of filling lines between the outlines of the dragon tail drawn on the scroll. Then something strange happened, and the ink marks As if it had life, it gradually faded from the richness at the beginning, and finally became weaker and weaker. It seemed to be absorbed and disappeared without a trace!

"It's like this after I finished drawing the outline. I don't know what happened." Zhang Ziyao showed a rare apologetic smile, raised his hand and scratched his head, but his voice couldn't hide the deep disappointment that didn't match his smiling face, "Maybe it's really Because I'm not good at drawing..."

Zhu Jiuyin looked at the young man who was standing by the table and kept scratching his head, not knowing whether it was the disappointment of the ending or himself, the corners of his eyes were slightly red. After being dazed, he couldn't help but feel baffled. Why did this child cry? Shouldn't Zhu Jiuyin be the one who swore to kill all the bald donkeys in the world?

Pull the dragon's claws on the side of the scroll to let go.

"Hey, little idiot, I said you..."

Seriously, how can there be such a dream painter in the world who can't pick his feet——

……what.

Gee.

The sharp nails poked lightly on the edge of the scroll, as if he was poking carefully on the arm of the child who stood by the table and raised his hand to rub his eyes.

All of a sudden, Zhu Jiuyin couldn't utter the next words, because he seemed to have guessed the answer to his question in an instant——

It turned out that the human in front of him really seemed to want to release Zhu Jiuyin?Then?Then use the power of the real dragon to call back the dead person he wanted to save from Huangquan Road...?

Probably because he stayed in the picture scroll for too long and was choked up by the dust. Seeing Zhang Ziyao like this, Zhu Jiuyin softened his heart.

...soft-hearted.

He Zhulong Laoer, the big villain in the folk novels, the evil king that existed in ancient times, the thorn in the side and the thorn in the throat of the Jade Emperor, who used to flood the city without blinking, but now he has softened his heart towards an inexplicable child.

It is still a descendant of the Zhang family.

Lifting the dragon claws and scratching his chin, the hard dragon scales made a sound of "scratching, scratching, scratching". Zhu Jiuyin remembered that he once heard the bald lady Taishang Laojun say that when people get old, they will unconsciously lose weight. get soft...

Is this gentleman old?

Ah no, I am clearly in the prime of life...

Sure enough, I still tend to be choked by dust for too many years.

"Hey, kid, don't be depressed."

Zhu Jiuyin lazily turned over, with his belly upwards flying shamelessly in the clouds and mist. At this time, his inner activities were very active, so his voice sounded somewhat absent-minded——

"I have heard for a long time that your Zhang family is not as good as the previous generation. Even the dragon brushes may fall into the hands of other surnames sooner or later... You can't draw dragons. In fact, I am not surprised at all. So don't be discouraged, why don't you go with the flow and accept the fact that your family is in decline and you have no successors?"

"..."

"Well, don't you feel much happier thinking about it this way?"

"..." Zhang Ziyao hung the dragon brush on his waist, "Are you trying to comfort someone?"

"Isn't it?" Zhu Jiuyin asked back.

Before Zhang Ziyao could answer, the ink in the painting suddenly blurred, and the figure of the dragon gradually blurred.

Zhang Ziyao widened his eyes slightly as if surprised, and then saw the blurred ink dots in the painting converge again, and then the handsome tall man appeared again, sitting on the branch of a giant pine, arranging the corners of his clothes.

Zhang Ziyao: "Why did you change back?"

"You can't draw it, and you don't want to scratch your stomach. Why do you keep that appearance?" Zhu Jiuyin asked, "Do you want me to keep you as a pet?"

What a lazy dragon.

Zhang Ziyao couldn't answer Zhu Jiuyin's question, because right now he was feeling aggrieved and couldn't understand why he couldn't draw Zhu Jiuyin's dragon body.

But at this time, I only heard Zhu Jiuyin continue to mutter in the picture scroll as if no one was there: "Guess who will be named after the next dragon pen? Zhao Qiansun Li Wang? I like money, it sounds auspicious, as if I can do great things last name..."

Zhang Ziyao was not angry when he heard Zhu Jiuyin's thoughts about the changing of the dynasty, but he just carefully took the scroll and went to the window, and put the scroll under the sun.The person in the picture scroll was caught off guard by the sun, and was locked in the picture scroll for a hundred years and was almost moldy. He felt that happiness came too suddenly when he was exposed to the sun, so he froze on the spot.

"The sun is nice today," Zhang Ziyao leaned on the edge of the window with his face propped on his hands, "I can't draw you, so I'll take you to bask in the sun."

"How do you know that I want to bask in the sun?"

"When my grandfather was still there, he said that antiques have been placed on the shelf for a long time, and they should be taken out to bask in the sun once in a while."

"Your grandpa is dead?" Zhu Jiuyin's voice sounded pity, it's rare for someone on the right path, why did he die?

The young man lying on the edge of the window raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to poke the stomach of the person in the painting, and said in a good temper: "...No, he is alive and kicking. He has traveled far away. The successor of the northern 'Unextinguishable Lamp' handed him a post , ask him to help. It’s good that grandpa is still there, maybe he can know why the dragon brush can’t draw your body.”

"Your grandfather didn't tell you anything before he left?"

"No, I told you that there was someone like you in the study, and I asked Bi Wen to burn this room together."

"..."

"Kidding."

"Not funny."

"Can't free you from the scroll, sorry."

"...You little idiot, you apologize for a disagreement when you are caught off guard. Do you think that this gentleman will soften your heart? It's really annoying."

"Hey."

While talking, the people inside and outside the picture scroll suddenly became quiet and silent, which is rare and not embarrassing.One of them leaned on the edge of the window with their chins propped up, their eyes slightly squinted and their buttocks pouted, basking in the sun like a cat; the other was lazily sitting on a pine branch in the picture scroll, looking at the picture with a pair of beautiful red eyes. In a corner, I don't know what to think about.

I don't know how long it took, until Zhu Jiuyin in the picture scroll suddenly said "um", and raised his head slightly as if he had heard something, and looked outside the picture scroll.

At the same time, a loud noise came from outside the gate of the Zhang Mansion not far away, breaking the rare tranquility.

Zhang Ziyao was taken aback for a moment, opened his eyes, and straightened up. Before he could understand what was going on outside the door, he saw the little girl Chunfeng running in with a panicked face. Seeing Zhang Ziyao was like meeting a life-saving straw: "Master, Master! It's not good!"

Zhu Jiuyin was surprised and said: "Ah, the girl you order also loves to cry just like you."

Ignoring Lai Pilong's sigh in the painting, Zhang Ziyao just rolled up the scroll, and his face returned to his usual careless look, and said to the little girl who rushed over: "What's wrong with Chunfeng, what's wrong with you outside? Row?"

"Young master, something has happened," Chunfeng blushed, "Do you still remember the painting "Light of the Emerald Lake" painted by the second young master Zi Xiao a few days ago?!"

What is Cuijing Huguang?

Zhang Ziyao was taken aback by the question, and then he realized that the picture of "Kingfisher Playing in the Water" that was blown up to the sky was comparable to his grandfather's "Feng Qi Wu Tong" when he was young. It must be his second uncle trying to sell the painting. Good price, with such a foreign name.

"Remember, what happened?"

"At the beginning, the county magistrate paid a hundred taels of gold to beg this painting from our house. In order to celebrate the birthday of the high official in the capital, I heard that the man is still a prince! A relative of the emperor!"

"Speak the key."

"When the painting was sent out, it was very beautiful! It turned out that it was only a few days later, the prince happened to go to the study and wanted to have a look at the painting again, but when he opened it, he found that the kingfisher inside was gone! So he hurried on Send someone to ask what's going on, the county magistrate doesn't know what's going on, now he's lost face and face, he's furious, and now he's sending people to surround our house! We must ask for an explanation! Say, say, say ..."

"What did you say?"

"It's not worth it even if we refund the money for that painting. If we don't explain clearly, it will be a serious crime to humiliate the royal family! Yes, you are a charlatan! You are going to the capital to question you, young master! I listen to those people's tone, Young Master, you may be able to come back after you have gone?!"