The mountain ghost blows out the lights

Yan Jinping is flipping through the book.

He is dressed decently today—it is still a gorgeously colored toga with long sleeves, but the front of the skirt is pulled up honestly, so it looks like that.The cloth with dark patterns was intertwined with his brocade-like long hair, hanging down from mid-air in layers, dangling and unable to reach the ground.

This is a somewhat peculiar building.

I don't know what the outside of the building looks like. In short, there is no compartment in the building, and it is a straight cylinder from top to bottom.The space in the building is huge, and layers of circular grooves are embedded in the walls, and countless books are neatly placed in each groove.The books are arranged so neatly and densely that from a distance, it looks as if the wall is made of books.

Although the building is high, there are no stairs.There are an astonishing number of windows, which are staggered from bottom to top, and do not seem to be arranged in any particular order. There are several huge skylights on the roof, which almost occupy the entire roof, and they are all open now. The sky outside It is a very translucent blue.

There is a huge banyan tree growing from the center of the building. The sunlight shines on the branches through the wide-open windows. It is lush and stretches its branches and leaves, covering the vertical space of the entire building from top to bottom. A small area at the bottom was left unfilled with leaves, leaving room for a closed door to pass in and out.

The slender aerial roots wrap around the branches and hang down from the air to the ground—there is no floor in the building, except for the soil on the ground, which is the thick and arching roots of the banyan tree, densely covering the entire bottom of the building.

It can be seen that the ground of this place is definitely not for people to walk on, otherwise, no matter how long your legs are, you will have to wrestle a few times in these well-developed root systems, let alone find the roots you want in this vast pile of books. I found the book.

Yan Jinping was sitting on a branch near the middle of the banyan tree.He was leaning against the tree trunk, holding a thread-bound book with one hand. The book had no name, and the front and back covers were blank paper. There were occasionally a few illustrations with strange strokes on the inside pages, and the rest were written in very old languages ​​and usages. .

The big banyan tree has many branches and leaves. It stands to reason that even sitting on the branches would not be particularly dangerous.But the branch Yan Jinping chose was really thin, so thin that one wondered whether it could support his weight.This place is also high from the ground, even if you know that Yan Jinping will be fine, it looks really dangerous.

Yan Jinping didn't care about it.He was leaning on that branch, and his large robe swayed gently as he turned the pages of the book, like a bird with bright feathers, or a flag hanging in the air.

Babao carefully sat on the safest and strongest branch closest to the ground, hugging the trunk with both paws, and pressed his face tightly against the rough bark. His nerves were tense, and he stared tremblingly at the tree in front of him. The walls don't let go.

... If I had known it was coming to Langhuan Pavilion, it wouldn't have pestered my master and had to come out with me!How dangerous is this place, if, if someone accidentally falls down...

Babao hugged the tree trunk desperately, thinking pessimistically: Don't smash the rabbit into a rabbit cake!

——Actually, it is also a spirit monster, or a rabbit spirit. This height is not as high as the place where it usually places shark beads in Linlang Pavilion, and I don't know what it is afraid of.

In the end, the banyan tree couldn't stand it anymore, separated a thin beard, wrapped itself tightly around the rabbit's waist, picked out a picture album from the bottom of the bookshelf, and stuffed it into Babao's arms , Only then did Babao calm down his flustered mood.

The whole building seemed to be the only traces of the two living creatures, and it was so quiet that even the sound of turning the pages of a book could be clearly heard.Yan Jinping looked at the words carefully, stroking an illustration with his slender fingers, and could barely distinguish a mountain from the frantic strokes of the painting, and a waterfall that seemed to appear out of thin air from the top of the mountain and pour into a lake in the middle of the top of the mountain.

He's been searching here all morning, but he still hasn't found what he's looking for.

Beside him, a white woman's face suddenly emerged from the roots of those banyan trees, followed by her body, wearing a dark brown skirt with a long hem, covering the roots under her feet. At first glance it looks like it's standing there.

The woman walked around those roots and asked a moving branch to hold her up, bringing her all the way to Yan Jinping.

"Rong Ling." Yan Jinping turned a page without raising his head, and said softly, "Long time no see."

"It's rare to see you come to my Langhuan Pavilion." The woman named Rong Ling folded her arms and did not get off the branch. A gust of wind blew in through the open window and flapped her skirt, only to find that her legs and feet were in contact with the tree. They were connected together, as if a person had grown directly from the tree, "What are you looking for?"

"I was also entrusted by others..." Yan Jinping closed the book, picked up a root hair, wrapped it loosely around the book twice, patted the root hair and said, "Excuse me, this book won't work, please help me." I'll change to another one. I don't want the Mountain and Sea Scrolls anymore, I want to search for the Shenjuan Sixteen, the one about Shenmu."

The roots lingered in the air for a while, moved up and down spiritually, as if nodding, held up the book and left.

Yan Jinping looked at the root on the wall for a while, and accurately sent the book into an empty groove, and then moved it to a position close to the roof of the building. The book that looked exactly the same was delivered to Yan Jinping.

Although the books here are different in size, new and old colors, there is no mark on the spine of the books, and even the paper is the same. I don't know how this root can find the book I need exactly.

Yan Jinping opened the book, and the first page was an illustration that occupied one side of the paper. He carefully identified it for a long time, and he could barely see from it that it seemed to be a high platform. The humanoid object kneeling on the high platform should be a person or something. The background below is a mess and tangled together, it is really hard to see what is being painted.

At the bottom, it is marked in very regular characters: "Jiang Gong's Fishing Picture on the Weishui River", and in smaller characters, it is written "I feel that the sun is bright, the sky is clear, and the flowers are blooming like a brocade, so this picture is made".

"...Who drew the pictures in this set of books?" Yan Jinping stared at the "clear sky and blooming flowers" fishing picture for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking incredulously, "Who is he?" Isn't it a bribe to the pen fairy, so that the pen fairy can put this... this kind of thing in his book?"

"Songyan was painting for fun." Rong Ling answered him blankly, "She is the wife of the pen fairy."

Yan Jinping: ...

OK, that makes sense.

"You and I are also open for business." The two of them have a good relationship, and Rong Ling hasn't seen him for a long time, and she talked a lot, and said, "All the mountain spirits and earth spirits are running to you, why can't I recruit people... ..."

Yan Jinping turned over a page of the book without raising his head, thinking: You have books and trees in this place, you don't even have a bed, and you don't want to send money or things, so ghosts are willing to come.

But this can't be said, Rong Ling will get angry again.

"A few vines came here two days ago, and I asked them to try." Rong Ling complained sadly, "But the number is too small, and secondly, they are all clumsy. It took me a long time to find a book, and I didn't have it." I came here quickly, what do you think it is good for me to raise them?"

"So you dismissed them all?" Yan Jinping asked.

"No." Rong Ling turned her head slightly embarrassed, "I ate them all."

Yan Jinping: ...

Why are you so deserted? Haven't you made up your mind yet?

"When can I lend Yuntong to me for another two days?" Rong Ling quickly put the matter of the demon vine behind her. She patted the branch in distress, and then asked Yan Jinping, "It rains frequently recently, although Lang There are protective measures in Huan Pavilion, so the rain will not come in, and I always feel that my place is a bit too humid. This is of course a good thing for me, but it will affect these books anyway."

"Recently, I got a bookworm. I don't know which book reader brought it. I don't eat good words, and I only pick out pornographic and unofficial history to read... When there is no one at night, I will gather together for meetings and exchange scripts. It's annoying. I'm so bored." Rong Ling sent a few beards to bring a stack of books from the ground, and angrily flipped them to Yan Jinping, "Look, I've eaten all the words, and there's only blank paper left. Hate it or not."

"Yeah." Yan Jinping finally found what he wanted to read, and was busy looking at ten lines, taking time out of his busy schedule to perfuse her, "The book is so beautiful, is it a new side project you developed? How many copies have you sold?"

Rong Ling: "..."

Angrily, she threw the notebook away and pulled out a root, but she didn't dare to do anything to Yan Jinping, so she angrily yanked the branch sitting under him, shaking the branches and leaves rustling, trying to make the dog When a man falls, it is best to break his head.

Yan Jinping was as motionless as a mountain, his eyes were glued to the pages of the book, and he swayed along with the branches.

"Oh!" Babao was sitting directly below the two of them, holding the picture book and looking at it vigorously. He just forgot the dangerous height, and his mind was full of the monsters in the picture book who ate their hearts out of their hearts. A handful of leaves suddenly fell from the top of their heads. I was so scared that I almost fell down.

Tutu dared not speak out, and wiped his face in grief and indignation.

The sun is fading, and the breeze sends the distant evening bell into the building.The long chime of the bell reverberated, like the evening wind caressing the calm surface of the lake, causing waves to suddenly appear.

"Master." Babao jumped under the tree, raised his head and called Yan Jinping from afar, "It's getting dark, shall we go back to open the shop today?"

Yan Jinping looked at the sky, waved his hand at Babao as an answer, put two fingers together, and clasped the tree trunk with his knuckles.

"What are you doing?" Rong Ling faintly emerged from the air roots.

"Okay." Yan Jinping closed the book in his hand, "I've almost figured it out, can you lend me this book and take it back? I'll return it to you when you're done using it. I guarantee that it will be what it was when you borrowed it, and what it will be when you return it."

"Langhuan Pavilion has rules, no books can be borrowed..." Rong Ling rejected him firmly.

"Yuntong borrows from you." Yan Jinping answered, "I'll let him come tomorrow, and I'll catch all the bookworms for you later, so they won't bother you anymore."

"Deal." Rong Ling made a quick decision, tearing up the pages of the blank storybook, "Did you bring a rope? Which one do you want to borrow? Is it convenient for you? I'll wrap it up for you."