Scholar has special ghost skills

Back in the room, He Yunqing hugged the painting and yawned. After all, he went out all night, so he climbed directly onto the bed, intending to catch up on sleep first.

But as soon as I lay down, I couldn't help thinking about what kind of grievances Yan Junyi and Miss Zifei had. After thinking about it for a while, I was so sleepy that I couldn't figure out why, and my eyelids couldn't hold back and slowly closed. superior……

However, he woke up hungry before noon.

The sunlight outside came in through the yellow and white window paper. He Yun sat up with his hands on his forehead lightly. When the drowsiness faded away, he picked up the scroll next to the pillow and opened it for a while. Determined to get out of bed and hang up the painting.

After arranging the left and right, I watched it again, and then I was ready to find some dry food to satisfy my hunger.

Suddenly, there was a sound outside, He Yunqing turned around and leaned out the window, and saw an old man dressed as a servant hurried in, looking for someone, so he opened the door and went out and asked, "Old man, what are you looking for?" Who are you looking for?"

"You are Daoist Yan?" The old man squinted his cloudy eyes and looked up and down at the young man dressed as a scholar in front of him. He always felt that it was different from what he had heard, and his eyes inevitably showed some doubts.

"Ah? No..." He Yunqing just opened his mouth to say no.

"I am." Yan Junyi opened the door from the room and came out, "What do you want from me?"

"Daoist Yan!" Seeing the person who perfectly fits the image, the old man stepped over in two steps, "Please save my young lady!"

It turned out that he was at home, why did he come out now?

He Yun glanced secretly at Yan Junyi, who still had a cold look on his face. When he called the old man into the room to talk, he didn't even look at him.

Because the two had a dispute in the morning, He Yunqing didn't want to say hello this time, but it was not good to stay where she was.

After returning to the room, he still couldn't stand his curiosity, so he leaned against the wall with his ears, but through the wall, he didn't hear what they said clearly, but heard the old servant talking about Miss Miss intermittently.

Miss what?Why do you want to find this stinky Taoist priest?Could it be that the lady likes him?Yan Junyi's handsome appearance seemed impossible... Just as He Yunqing was thinking wildly, he heard the voice of the old man saying goodbye and leaving.

Just gone?

He Yun quietly opened the door a little bit to confirm, but he happened to meet Yan Junyi who was going out to see the old man away.

"Cough." In order to avoid embarrassment, He Yun cleared his throat and asked, "Hey, what did the old man ask you for?"

"You don't need to know." Yan Junyi glanced at him sideways, said coldly, and went back to his room and closed the door.

"Ha, do you think I really want to know?" He Yun yelled angrily, curled his lips at the closed door, and closed the door forcefully with a "bang".

"Who is this?!" He sat down at the table angrily, poured himself a cup of tea, and poured it into his mouth in one go.When his gaze touched the painting on the wall, Fang calmed down and sighed softly, "Sure enough, a beauty should be like Zifei girl..."

"Gululu..." At this moment, his stomach started to rumble, and He Yun stroked his flat stomach lightly, but now he really didn't want to go to the kitchen, so he got up and went to pick up the bookcase, took out all the things in it, and finally found the last bookcase. A piece of cake, and more than a dozen pennies of all the net worth.

"Hmm..." Thinking that he was afraid of eating the northwest wind in a few days, He Yun held the cake in his mouth, and resignedly took out the paper and ink.

The story he wrote before only had an ending, but he put it on hold because he had no inspiration, and now he had to squeeze his brains to finish it.

But creation is not something that can be written just by writing. He bit his pen and stayed there for a long time without dropping a single word.

"Hey..." He Yun sighed, and saw Yan Junyi walking out of the room with a long sword in his hand, thinking that he was going out, he didn't want to dance the sword in the courtyard.

His eyes were as cold as ice, his clothes were erratic, every move and style flowed like clouds and flowing water, and the fierce sword wind rolled up the dead leaves all over the ground.

Staring blankly at this scene for a while, He Yunqing was so enlightened that he quickly buried his head and wrote vigorously, and this writing lasted until night.

After finishing the manuscript, he put down the brush, He Yun stretched lightly, picked up the paper and dried the ink on it, and said with satisfaction, "Tomorrow is up to you."

Saying that, looking at the window, it was already the branches of the moon, and my shoulders were very sore from writing all afternoon. After yawning a few times, I blew out the lights and went to bed in order to refresh myself for tomorrow, without seeing the outside world. On the eaves of the house stood a figure.

Under the moonlight, this person was dressed in a Taoist robe, looked down at the extinguished lights in the window, glanced at the dark surroundings, and then jumped down from above.

……

All night.

In the morning, the sky is pale.

He Yunqing woke up refreshed, and after washing up, he carried his books on his back and walked out of Qingyun Temple, and set off along the path to Fengting Town.

When we reached the town, the sun was rising in the east, and the first rays of sunlight were falling.He Yun wiped the sweat from his forehead lightly, and saw that calligraphy and painting stalls had started to set up on both sides of the street, and there were scholars in pairs.

He Yunqing took a deep breath of the tangy ink fragrance, and couldn't help sighing, "It is indeed the famous Fengting Town."

After walking for an hour, I was tired and hungry at this time, so I found a simple noodle stall and sat down, looked at the noodle price written on the wooden sign on the table, picked the cheapest one and shouted, "The shop owner , give me a bowl of plain noodles."

"Okay, please sit down and wait a moment, guest officer." The shopkeeper responded casually, grabbed one or two sides and boiled them in boiling water, and while adding seasonings in a bowl, he asked, "Guest officer, do you eat spicy food?"

"Okay, let's put some." He Yun put down the bookcase lightly and said.

"Okay." The shopkeeper prepared the seasoning, scooped up the cooked noodles and put them in the water, then scooped up a tablespoon of the bone broth that had been stewed overnight, and finally sprinkled green chopped green onions, and brought the noodles over.

"Thank you." He Yunqing picked up the chopsticks and took a sip. The taste was not bad. When he was almost finished, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Shopkeeper, I want to ask, which bookstore is the most famous in Fengting Town? "

"The most famous bookstore?" The shopkeeper thought for a while, "Oh, that should be Hongye Bookstore."

"Thank you store."

"Guest officer, you're being polite." The shopkeeper saw him with a handsome face, but he had never seen him before. "Guest officer is very nice, but you're new to Fengting Town?"

He Yun smiled lightly and replied, "Yes, I am from Qianwan County, and now I live in Qingyun Temple."

"You live in Qingyun Temple?" The shopkeeper stopped what he was doing immediately, and looked at him incredulously, even the people eating noodles around him also looked over.

"Yes, is there a problem?" He Yunqing couldn't understand their expressions.

"No." The shopkeeper immediately shook his head.

He Yunqing didn't know why, so he continued to eat noodles with his head down, and when he finished eating, he took out the money, and the shopkeeper hurriedly stopped, "No, no, no."

"...Then I would like to thank the store." I don't know why the other party didn't accept it, but for He Yunqing who only had a dozen coins left, he couldn't be happier.

After inquiring about the location of Hongye Bookstore, He Yunqing went there immediately.

As the most famous bookstore in Fengting Town, Hongye Bookstore is naturally welcomed by countless scholars who come here admiringly.

Also in order to meet the demand of the market, Hongye Bookstore has built five floors, which is the tallest building in Fengting Town, and the books on each floor fill the bookcases to the brim.

Of course, there are best-selling books, and a booth will be set up at the door to display them specially. The most popular literati Qu Zi's "Yan Gui", there is also a picture painted by someone on the door wall. woman wearing a red veil, sitting in the night.

He Yunqing came to Hongye Bookstore. Although it was only morning, the place was full of people. He stared at the painting for a while, dreaming daydreamly that one day, his book would be placed in the most prominent position.

Seeing him standing outside for a while without buying any books, the waiter at the bookstore stepped forward and said, "Guest officer, what kind of books do you want? This store has everything you need, and you will never be disappointed."

"Ah?" He Yunqing came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "I'm not here to buy books, I wrote them myself."

"Oh~ come with me." Shuzhuang Xiaoer understood, led him to the counter, and shouted at the person sleeping inside, "Shopkeeper, this scholar is here to sell."

He Yunqing, "..."

The man lying on his stomach lazily raised his head and picked out his ears, "Xu Xiaoer, can you ask me to be gentle next time, your ears are deafened."

"Shopkeeper, one day you will sleep like a pig!" Xu Xiaoer said to the shopkeeper who fell asleep again early in the morning.

The shopkeeper was not angry, and said calmly, "Isn't the pig bad? It's better for a pig to sleep when it's full than to be a human."

"..." Xu Xiaoer knew he couldn't tell him, so he pointed to He Yunqing, "Here, I leave this scholar to you."

After all, I was busy.

"For sale?" The shopkeeper gave He Yun a light look.

"..." He Yunqing quickly took out the manuscript from the bookcase, and handed it over with a smile, "Master, this is an article I wrote, I hope you can get a good price."

"Five cents." The shopkeeper flipped through it casually with his slender fingers, without a trace of interest in his long and narrow eyes, opened the drawer and threw out five cents.

"What... what?" He Yunqing's smile gradually disappeared, and his heart full of enthusiasm seemed to be poured with cold water in an instant, "No, shopkeeper, it took me a year to write this."

"So what about a year? Your kind of writing has nothing new at all. What Miss likes poor scholars, and everyone doesn't like to read it. It can be said that it is outdated. Now everyone likes to read those ghosts and ghosts. I saw you. This five cents is an encouragement to you, you can take this manuscript back, I won't publish it anyway." The shopkeeper said bluntly.

He Yunqing was severely hit, but still unwilling to reconcile, he retorted weakly, "Even if it's not good, it's not so bad..."

After hearing what he said, the shopkeeper rolled his eyes, took a sheet directly from the manuscript, and pointed to the name on it, "What kind of heroine is called Cuihua? This kind of name not only has no meaning at all, it's also vulgar. Everyone’s lady’s name is this?!”

"If Cuihua can't do it, I can change it!" He Yunqing said quickly, "How about calling it Lotus? Plum Blossom?"

"Puff...cough cough..." The shopkeeper just took a sip of the tea next to him, and almost didn't spit it out. He wiped the water around his mouth with a handkerchief, and suggested kindly, "Why don't you read Qu Zi's " "Ghost", maybe you can learn from it and get inspiration from it?"

"Then... how much?"

"Not expensive, thirty Wen." The shopkeeper stretched out three fingers.

"What? Three..." He Yunqing's chest was blocked, even with the five cents given by the other party, he didn't even have twenty cents on him.

"If you want to continue, please work harder." Seeing his embarrassment, the shopkeeper said meaningfully, then yawned, and dozed off with his head propped on one hand.

"Hey." He Yunqing walked out of the bookstore with his head downcast. He looked at the manuscript in his hand, then looked back at the popular "Ghost", and sighed again.

Thinking about going back to sort out his thoughts, when he turned around, he saw a familiar figure flashing past in the crowd, and he couldn't help following him subconsciously.