Jia Mo

Qi Yin's head is a little dazed, this painting must be at least two hundred years old, his brother is only 26 years old this year, how did he get into the painting?Qi Yin looked again and again, the ink painting is freehand, in fact the man's face in the painting is not particularly clear, but the vast eyes are very much like Fulan.These eyes, this figure, this "I'm out of tune with the world" demeanor of a bachelor are exactly the same as Fulan's.

its not right.Fu Lan left Bashan at the age of eight, picked up a black cat at the age of ten, went to Wujiang at the age of 12, participated in the demon civil war at the age of 13, and returned to the human world at the age of 26. It is impossible for him to be depicted in this painting.Qi Yin looked around again, but there was no second painting of his brother.Just thinking about it, there was a voice in front of her, Qi Yin raised her head, and saw Qingming standing furtively behind the bookshelf, talking with a man with her head down, looking like a thief.

Qi Yin stood sideways, they didn't see him.The two of them were whispering to each other, and their voices were kept low, fearing that they were plotting something shady.Qi Yin restrained his voice unconsciously, and listened quietly.

"100 taels, no more." The man said firmly.

"My nephew Yunzhi is a disciple of Feng Huan Shou, so it's worth the price? No, you have to give me a higher price." Ye Qingming shook his head.

"Uncle Qingming," the man said, "please do me a favor, and I will lose all my nephew's money. The betting market will be held at Haishi tonight. If you bet on Junior Brother Lingshu to win, you can also earn money." A lot of money."

Ye Qingming stroked the stubble on his chin, smiled cheaply and said, "Nephew, we Feng Huanshan can bear it. You see, we can not only lose, but we can also lose as you want. Lose. Lose after five strokes, or ten strokes? In the end, Yunzhi ended in the dog-eating mud style, or the flat sand and wild goose style? Or the old man pushing a cart? Hey, in short, just say what you want to lose, as long as you have the money, we will find it for you."

The man probably didn't expect Qingming's thick skin to be so thick, and the words stuck in his throat for a long time before he said: "Don't play tricks, just keep the loser."

Ye Qingming showed a disappointed expression, put the 100 taels of silver bill into his sleeve, and said: "Okay, wrap it on me. When the fat man above me ascends to heaven, I will come to Wufang to make a living. In the future, we will all be colleagues. Don't worry, I won't cheat you."

The man said hello repeatedly, and the last two said goodbye. The man straightened his clothes, looked around, and left with his sleeves in his hands.As soon as he left, Yun Zhi came out from the shadows, spreading his hands, "You are two and I am eight."

Ye Qingming glanced at him sideways, put a silver ingot in his palm, and said, "Respect the teacher, I will be four and you six."

Yunzhi leaned against the mahogany bookshelf and smiled casually, "Are you going to fight or I will fight? Twenty-eight, there is no discussion."

Ye Qingming reluctantly added another ingot of silver to his palm, Yun Zhi accepted it with satisfaction, folded his arms and said with a casual smile: "Junior Brother Hei, is it comfortable to stay in the corner?"

"You guys are really good at it," Qi Yin came out, and said, "If you are caught playing fake rings, you will be expelled from the list. You are a disciple of Feng Huan, and you will really lose the face of the boss at that time."

"Face is more important than money?" Yun Zhi hooked Qi Yin's neck and smiled, "Of course it's face..."

Qi Yin thought that this kid felt repentant when he realized his conscience, but he changed his words and said, "It's not important."

Qi Yin: "..."

"What are you doing here?" Ye Qingming asked.

Qi Yin touched the painting scroll in his sleeve, and just about to say something, he swallowed it back, and said with a smile: "I'm here to pay a visit to Master Qing and Uncle, so I didn't see anyone, so I flipped through a few books."

At this moment, the faint sound of the piano came from the wind, intermittently, as if the strings were being plucked carelessly by someone, but it seemed to be a coherent tune.Ye Qingming turned his head outside, "Your uncle plays the piano every night, you can find him by following the sound of the piano."

Qi Yin nodded and followed the sound of the piano.It was snowing heavily outside, and the sound of the piano was cruising zigzag in the snowflakes all over the sky, like someone's sobbing.He stepped on the snow-covered steps to the high platform outside the building, and a thin figure knelt on it, plucking the thin strings with his almost transparent white fingertips, and the silent sound of the piano wandered between heaven and earth.

Qi Yin sat down opposite him, the corner lamp on the balcony was blown by the wind, and the dim gold was reflected on his face, the outline was as delicate as a painting.This man has a porcelain white face and extremely beautiful eyebrows.It's just that the thin lips became a little colder, as if they were blown cold by the wind, and turned into a faint red.But when the corners of the lips were slightly hooked, there seemed to be a sense of compassion.

He was so beautiful, so beautiful that Qi Yin thought he had known him before.Hearing the sound, the man raised his eyes, Qi Yin was stunned, his eyes were gray and empty, as if covered by a thin layer of mist.

He is blind.

"Nephew Yunyin?" He said kindly.

Qi Yin was taken aback for a moment, and said, "How does Uncle Master know it's me?"

"Although I am blind, I have spiritual consciousness." Meng Qinghe said with a slight smile, "Nephew Yunzhi often mentions a 'black junior brother'. Looking at your skin color, I think it is you."

"..." Qi Yin smiled dryly, and said, "Uncle Master has a fairy air all over him, he doesn't look like someone from Feng Huan Shan."

"Oh?" Meng Qinghe frowned, "Is it strange that a good flower grows in the gutter? It's probably because I'm a Taoist priest who became a monk halfway, and I haven't mixed with my senior brothers all day long, so I haven't been infected with my school's uniqueness." His habits." He lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, "You came to me because of your father? The pig demon is still showing off at Tianzhu Cliff, waiting for Wufang to escort it into the Forbidden Forest. You can follow Wufang's disciples into the forest, but Still have to wait for some time.”

Qi Yin struggled for a while, and said: "I'm just a little afraid that he won't be able to wait so long, uh, only a little bit."

Meng Qinghe said with a smile: "The Wufang Forbidden Forest is on the ground, and you will be found soon after Yujian goes down. It is the best way to follow the pig demon and enter the forest through the magic circle opened by Wufang's disciple's command talisman."

Qi Yin nodded and said: "Master uncle is as long as he knows what is in his heart. There is one more thing for the disciple. I heard that Qinghe Master Uncle has read a lot of books, and his knowledge can be called the best in the fairy school. I want to invite Teacher Uncle." Qi Yin looked at his foggy blind eyes , "Do you think there is really a god in this world?"

"Yes." Meng Qinghe answered unexpectedly quickly.

Qi Yin asked: "Why?"

Meng Qinghe said with a slight smile: "Nephew Yunyin, have you ever heard of the Jincuoshu? The inscriptions on the miraculous monuments in various places are all decorated with gold lacquer, so they are called Jincuoshu. This kind of writing and the documents excavated from ancient tombs The text on the book is very different, and it is mostly used for sacrifices and worship. In the old days, people believed that Jincuoshu was the word of God, and it was the decree of heaven. Some people believed that Jincuoshu was a kind of secret text, like an encrypted message. The communication between mortals and heaven must be realized through secret scripts. Yuan Yin wrote in "Yuan Shen" that Jincuoshu is a script created by the ancient great witch, which is circulated inside the witch, so as to prevent ordinary people from grasping the possibility of sacrificial power. Among them The mana contained in it should also be witchcraft, not divine law."

Qi Yin's head got dizzy when he heard it, and said: "It seems that what you said makes sense."

Meng Qinghe shook his head, "The meaning of Jincuoshu has been lost for a long time, and no one knows what these words mean. Is it a mortal asking to heaven, or is it a decree from heaven? It's ridiculous to talk about it without finding out its meaning. For example Bailu, who has never entered the Bashan Temple, and heard a few legends passed down by word of mouth, how can he know what kind of god the White Deer is? Too much time has passed, and nephew Yunyin, perhaps only the very beginning is the most credible. "Hai Nei Nan Jiang Zhi" records that the gods created people from the soil, passed on the law to the shaman, and the shaman passed on the law to the people, from generation to generation, and there are now three thousand Taoism. It is a pity that after the extinction of heaven, the great god disappeared, so we can no longer I can't see God."

"Jedi Tiantong?" Qi Yin asked.

"According to the records of "Shangshu", after a great battle, 'the emperor ordered Li to be relegated to heaven, and there was no demotion', which means that God ordered Zhong and Li to cut off the communication between heaven and earth. Since then, God has never come to the world again. .”

"What kind of battle was fought? Who fought whom? Couldn't it be people and gods, is it so serious?"

"I don't know." Meng Qinghe shook his head, "There is no record of that battle, it's a mystery. About this, you may ask Mr. Yu Sang, who used to search for miracles with nephew Yunlan, Guangtuo The inscriptions, perhaps we know more about Jincuoshu and ancient legends than we do."

gentlemen?This title is really strange, Qi Yin thinks of Fat Cat eating and lazy every day, and the appearance of basking in the sun with his belly spread out, he really doesn't look like a gentleman.

"Okay." Qi Yin shrugged.

"However," Meng Qinghe smiled faintly, "I believe that there are gods in the world, not just because of these."

"And why?"

"Because..." Meng Qinghe stroking his strings with drooping eyes, with a warm smile, "If there is no god in this world, wouldn't it be too boring?"

He drank tea at Meng Qinghe's place and didn't come out until Qi Yin was exhausted.His uncle was as beautiful as a flower, with an air of immortality, which simply raised the bottom line of Feng Huan.Qi Yin finds it inconceivable, Yunzhi said that it was this uncle who healed other people's legs?

Seeing no one around, he took out the painting he found earlier in his sleeve, and went all the way to find Fulan.After exiting the Yaozi Gate, the bluestone steps are covered with snow, the marble lamp holders stretching left and right, and the fluorescent yellow horn lamps are engulfed in the hazy wind and snow.As soon as he got to the steps, he saw Fu Lan wearing looped waistbands, sweeping snow carefully below.The black cat squatted on the lamp socket and yawned lazily, and white mist came out of its mouth, forming an erratic circle.

Fu Lan is a road idiot, he has to take the black cat to find his way to sweep the snow, otherwise he won't know how to get back to the yard after sweeping.

Qi Yin sat down on the steps, "I seem to have found a clue to my brother's background."

"Huh?" The black cat jumped over and just landed in Qi Yin's arms.This guy looks fat and hairball-like, but he is very light, and he doesn't know how to do it.

Qi Yin unfolded the scroll in front of the two of them, and the round eyes of the black cat opened wide.Qi Yin asked Fu Lan: "Do you think this looks like you? Could he be your grandfather? Your grandfather and grandson are almost carved out of the same mold, even the eyes are the same. Is your stupidity inherited from your ancestors?"

Fu Lan shook her head in confusion.

"I went to ask Uncle Qinghe about the origin of the painting elder. He said that his name is Murong Changshu. He was a casual person who wandered in the clouds and wild cranes. He liked to travel everywhere. Then he went missing and disappeared." Qi Yin stroked his chin and said , "Maybe his disappearance has something to do with your ancestors."

Fu Lan looked at the painting with quiet eyes, looking thoughtful.

After thinking for a long time, I had no clue, and the black cat couldn't give any useful advice.Qi Yin patted his buttocks and stood up, said: "Let's do this first, your ancestors have been here before, and there may be some footprints left behind, let's look for it."