Urban Witcher

The Office of Official Administration is located under the southern city wall. The palace is small and looks more like a temple. It is probably not a particularly important government office (no one ever returns to a place like the Office of Official Administration to make trouble), so there are only two soldiers standing guard outside the gate.

Su Yan walked over and explained the situation. The two soldiers looked at Ye Xiaomu, and on the grounds that idlers were not allowed to enter, they blocked Su Yan from the outside and let Ye Xiaomu go in by himself.

Then a soldier yelled inside, and when Ye Xiaomu entered the yard, a middle-aged man (probably a middle-aged ghost) dressed as a scholar came out and walked towards him.

Ye Xiaomu still wanted to say hello, but the scholar nodded to him, turned around and walked inside. "Come with me."

Ye Xiaomu followed him into the main hall, Ye Xiaomu saw a statue enshrined in the middle, glaring angrily, holding a golden mace with both hands, looking majestic.

"Come here."

The scholar led Ye Xiaomu to the side hall, told him to wait a while, and went to report by himself.

Ye Xiaomu looked around the room. There was only one set of chairs and a simple bed, all made of wood. Although simple, the workmanship looked good. There were several landscape paintings hanging on the wall. Ye Xiaomu was a little nervous at first, so he just took advantage of this to relieve himself, so he went to look at them.

Not to mention that these paintings are really good...not good, but very good!

Ye Xiaomu practiced calligraphy since he was a child, and also studied paintings a little bit. The more he looked at these paintings, the more he felt that these paintings were quite awesome. When he saw the signature, he turned out to be "Bada Shanren". can be ranked in the top ten in history. This pen name is also very interesting. It is written vertically, like "crying" and "laughing".

Ye Xiaomu was watching intently, when footsteps came from outside, Ye Xiaomu hurriedly stood upright, the scholar came in, asked Ye Xiaomu to go to the hall with him, turned around the main hall, followed a screen to the back, Entering a study room, there is a huge desk inside. A very skinny old man is sitting in front of the desk, looking at something with his head buried.

The scholar took Ye Xiaomu over and asked him to stand opposite the table, then bowed to the old man behind the table and said, "Senior, the Taoist priest with a mysterious name is here."

"Okay, you go." The old man didn't look up.

After the scholar went out, the old man still had his head buried. Ye Xiaomu waited for a long time without any response. He craned his neck curiously to see that the old man was not looking at any official documents, but admiring a picture of words.

Ye Xiaomu waited for a long time without any response, so his eyes fell on the words in front of him. After watching for a long time, the old man raised his head and glanced at him, then asked casually, "Can you understand?"

"Practicing calligraphy since childhood, I can only call it a hobby." Ye Xiaomu bowed his hands and said, "This handwriting is good."

"How good is it?"

Ye Xiaomu walked up to him boldly, observed for a while, and said: "This word is excellent, it is definitely written by a famous master."

"Nonsense, it's not so good, can it catch my eyes?"

Ye Xiaomu looked at it for a while, then scratched his head and said, "It's strange, I have read most of these master's calligraphy in ancient times, and I have impressions, I really can't see which master's calligraphy it is, and... the words in this word It seems to be murderous."

The calligraphy is written in Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing", but only the first four sentences are written, and it becomes more and more scribbled as it goes on. It is obviously written in random strokes, and I don't want to write it later.

"You can see murderous intent? That's not bad."

The old man glanced at him approvingly, and said, "To tell you the truth, these are Ye Shaoyang's characters."

The corner of Ye Xiaomu's mouth twitched, "What, he can also write?"

"I don't know. Everyone in the world only knows that he is a mage. In fact, his handwriting is exceptionally good. It's just that this guy is too lazy and hasn't written anything seriously. I still asked his senior brother Lao Guo to collect this handwriting." , indeed hides a mighty murderous aura, but it is a pity that he is missing, otherwise the old man really wants to discuss it with him and ask him to write a good one."

Ye Xiaomu was shocked. He had heard that Ye Shaoyang could write, but he thought it was at the level of an amateur. He didn't expect that Ye Shaoyang could write so well!

"Whose character do you like best?" the old man asked.

Ye Xiaomu answered, gave his own evaluation, the old man disagreed, and then expressed his opinion, the two chatted more and more, the old man was very happy, and pointed to a picture on the wall for his appreciation.

This picture is really simple, just one word: heart.

At first glance, it looks like this word, but when you look closely, it looks like a painting, with thick ink and heavy colors, as if ink was directly splashed on it. The combination of calligraphy and painting, it is obviously a flat thing, but it gives people a strong three-dimensional feeling.

Ye Xiaomu stared at it, and was fascinated for a while, as if he had entered an illusory world, only black and white, seemingly simple but with endless changes, Ye Xiaomu took a quick look at the flowers and started exploring curiously.

After an unknown amount of time, someone patted him on the head, everything in front of him disappeared, and when he returned to reality, the first thing he saw was the shocked face of the old man.

"You actually saw the heart?"

"Xindao? What is that?" Ye Xiaomu didn't understand, so he recounted what he saw.

The old man twitched his beard and remained silent. He still hadn't calmed down yet, and said slowly: "This calligraphy is the calligraphy left by Patriarch Yangming back then, and it contains the heart that he has learned all his life. The magic in it cannot be expressed in words. Anyone who can see where the Tao is from it must have an understanding that surpasses others."

Ye Xiaomu recalled for a moment, frowned and said, "But I'm not sure what I saw, it's just... a black and white world, as if there is nothing?"

The old man smiled and said: "Dao, I can only comprehend it, how can I let you see it directly."

"Then... what's the benefit?"

"When your realm improves, you will know, but now you don't feel anything."

The old man was still a little excited, pointing to this painting and said: "Because all mages in the world come to my place to hang their names, this calligraphy and painting has been hanging here since I got it. Every time one comes, I will let him see it." This painting, but you can see the way, um... In the past fifty years, you are the fourth."

"Who are the first three?"

"The first one is Ye Shaoyang."

It's him again... It's really a name that can never be avoided in the magic world.

"At that time, he was about seven or eight years old. He had just been promoted to Taoist boy. His master brought him here. He could see the heart at a glance. I was shocked at that time. I've heard of them all. The second one is Mu Han from Longhu Mountain. That kid is also a genius, and his talent in cultivation is not inferior to Ye Shaoyang, but... well, I won't mention it." The old man shook his head and sighed.

Ye Xiaomu couldn't help but said, "Is there another one?"

"That's Yuan Chen. This kid's talent is also extremely strong."

(End of this chapter)——