Without A Heroic Spirit, I Can Only End In Person

Chapter 99 This is the law of heaven 【Please subscribe! ! 】

The smell of wine is also afraid of deep alleys.

Especially works such as calligraphy and painting, if they are not well publicized, it is normal for them to be picked up by chance and show their fame until a hundred years after the author's death.

At this time, Jiang He looked at the three routes and pondered for a while.

If it is sold in the state capital, even if it is sold for a good price, it will only be bought and kept by someone.

There is more than 90% possibility of being buried in the border barren state city.

Send it directly to Cailang Painting Workshop?

Not quite right either.

The technique of his own painting is passable, but Chengtu borrowed Taoist methods to assist.

Although this is my helpless move, if the painters in Cailang Painting Workshop are very concerned, it is easy to have twists and turns in life.

Then there is one last option left.

【Sent to an old friend】

At the beginning of this week, Jiang He has been selling paintings in Kunzhou for half a year, but he has made friends with some painters and patrons.

However, the old friends here do not refer to them.

It was Yan Chicheng.

After he became a high-ranking official, he was in the most prosperous imperial capital of the Meng Dynasty.

As long as he is willing to help promote it, it is not difficult to help a high-quality painting become famous.

Moreover, Yan Chicheng in the current time period is still in a state of ignorance, has not determined his own path, does not know much about the world, and has no way to travel the world.

Jiang He is going to start improving his painting skills this week, and he has no time or way to go to the imperial capital.

However, he can use scrolls, letters and other methods.

Let Yan Chicheng be able to read everything in the world without leaving home.

"Is this an old postcard?"

[You trust your friend, so write a letter to the border city of Huangzhou, and send it to Yongle Taoist Temple, the imperial capital. 】

[Because it involves the son of Lord Yan, the postman dare not neglect, so he hastened the delivery. 】

[Yan Chicheng practiced in Yongle Taoist Temple, received letters with doubts, and returned to the house to look at them. 】

[Because of what you said in your letter, he sent it by mistake, but admired your literary talent and admiration for your free and easy painting, so he wrote back a letter to tell the truth and feel more regretful. 】

[You wrote back again, saying that this is fate, and you also talked about speculation, invited you to be a pen pal, and chatted with you by letter. 】

【Yan Chicheng was overjoyed and readily agreed. 】

Although Bianhuang is thousands of miles away from the imperial capital.

But this distance does not hinder Jiang He from expressing his eloquence——

Why can't we have an interview?

As a time-traveling reborn person, how could he have never had a pen pal or surfed the Internet?

What's more, Jiang He already fully understood Yan Chicheng's temperament, and it only took two or three letters to develop him into a pen pal across thousands of miles.

With the help of pen pals.

Jiang He wrote a letter to enlighten this young man with curly hair who had just entered the Taoist temple and felt depressed.

By the way, he sent out the painting of "Midnight Demon Fox", and told Yan Chicheng what happened that night, as well as his speculation about the deserted village, in the way of friends chatting.

The Meng Dynasty was in a prosperous age at this time, the fortune was prosperous, and the world was at peace.

Especially in the imperial capital, many people have been exposed to this bustling scene from birth to death.

For most of the people in the imperial capital, including Yan Chicheng, the frontiers are so far away and the rivers and lakes are so empty.

Even things like ghosts and gods are just strange stories in teahouses and restaurants.

Not to mention those imperial painters.

They usually paint pictures of beautiful landscapes, or beauties such as peonies, to express their emotions.

How can there be a guy like Jiang He who is not afraid of death, who specially ran to the chaotic borderland to draw the ghostly picture of the light monster Lu Li?

therefore……

When Yan Chicheng first saw the [Midnight Demon Fox], he was sweating all over his body, thinking that there was a monster appearing, so he almost drew his sword and slashed.

Fortunately, he reacted before swinging the sword, and hurriedly stopped, so that the painting was not destroyed.

Relaxed a little.

Yan Chicheng looked at the picture of the demon fox in the middle of the night again, and seeing the man-hungry fox, he felt a little more admiration for the mysterious pen pal in his heart.

"It turns out that the monsters in the frontier that Brother Ning was talking about are actually so terrifying..."

"Those people in the wilderness, are they struggling to survive beside such a terrifying monster?"

Thinking of the letter from my pen pal, I hope to spread this painting, so I can go to Cailang Painting Workshop to find the method of painting.

Yan Chicheng immediately had an idea.

He first wrote back a letter, telling his pen pal to be more careful, not to get too immersed in painting and get in danger.

He left Yongle Taoist Temple in a hurry and went home to shake people.

a few days later...

[Yan Chicheng said in a letter, and handed it over to the storyteller, forming an anecdote in the tavern. 】

[Later, the paintings are revealed, which is immersive and amazing. 】

[The matter of Huasheng Xueye beheading the demon fox spread like wildfire among the emperors, attracting many people to come here. 】

[You became famous in the imperial capital for drawing life with a sword. 】

Yan Chicheng is pure and simple, after all, he was born in a wealthy family, so he is not stupid.

A simple painting, no matter how good it is, can only become famous in the circle of painters, and it is difficult to spread it quickly.

In order to help the pen pal and meet his needs of [raising his name].

Yan Chicheng asked someone for help, wrote a story using his letters and paintings as templates, and carried out some publicity in teahouses and restaurants——

A painting, perhaps only some people can see the mystery in it.

But if you add a story to this painting...

It is easy to be welcomed by more people.

In particular, many people heard that there was a painting student with a sword, who recorded the strange things he encountered with paintings while walking in the rivers and lakes.

Curiosity arose immediately, and I ran to the teahouse to listen to books and look at paintings.

This sense of substitution is just one word.

Absolutely!

Just looking at that painting, many people seem to have become that scholar. Watching a beauty turn into a fox on a snowy night is inexplicably horrifying.

This novel and unique style immediately became famous in the imperial capital, and even formed a new trend.

Many dignitaries in the imperial capital were secretly inquiring about the sword-wielding painter.

Wondering if he had any other paintings, and other weird encounters.

"This is the start of chasing more..."

Jiang He was very pleased to see the content of the letter sent by Yan Chicheng.

This wave of my little brother has helped me a lot!

With this wave of start, the popularity of the game.

He continued to walk in the wilderness, wandering around, and recording what he saw and heard.

【Evil tiger blocking the way】, 【Wild wolf carrying corpse】, 【Huang Xian asks for seal】...

Several consecutive works have caused quite a stir in the imperial capital, making the popularity rise steadily.

The fame of drawing students with a sword even began to spread through the merchants or travelers who came to the imperial capital to do business.

Some teahouses and restaurants even began to use him as a template to write various strange stories...

The serialization is not enjoyable, and the author thinks it is too slow, so I write a fan?

Seeing this development, Jiang He couldn't help laughing.

Just as his reputation was rising.

But in the border barren state, new incidents encountered.

[Because of the help of old friends, your reputation has grown. 】

[Then continue to walk in the wilderness, and when I meet the light monster Lu Li, I draw a picture of horror and monsters. 】

[Mengli 1338, the seventeenth day of Liangyue. 】

[You met someone in the barren hills, heard the sound of crying and howling, and smelled the blood, so you entered with a sword. 】

[Seeing corpses in the house, both old and young are dead. When entering the house, the women howl, and the men look like demons. 】

[You draw your sword to kill, and dodge and come out. 】

[After a while, the woman came out with her clothes on, thanking her with tears. 】

[She said that as a woodcutter's daughter, she was waiting in her boudoir, and she was in harmony with others, and she was about to get married. 】

[Who would have thought that the man made friends carelessly, and when his friend saw the beauty of the woman, he became malicious, sneaked into the woodcutter's house, murdered and robbed her. 】

[His words are not virtuous, hurt his family, shameless to live, want to follow and go, hope benefactor forgives, after speaking, he slays himself and dies. 】

[When you see this tragic situation, you are silent...]

【A: Turn around and leave, B: Put it in the ground, C: Paint it, D: Intervene in person. 】

Jiang He brushed the words with his fingers.

Seeing the miserable scene, he was silent for a moment.

Even in a peaceful and prosperous age, there is no guarantee that everything will be safe, let alone this wild land where the imperial court has no control.

Seeing such a tragic situation, he could only sigh speechlessly and make a choice.

【Buried in peace】

He didn't pick up a paintbrush to record such a tragic scene.

Instead, he used Taoism to bury the woodcutter's family and set up a monument, and then burned the house to death.

The corpses of villains are directly exposed to the wilderness, and let the wild dogs destroy them.

After doing this, he turned and left.

Jiang He originally thought that this was the end of the matter.

Who would have thought that when he walked through the barren ridge and came to a nearby town, he was about to buy some wine and food to appease his depressed mood.

Then another bad thing happened.

[You leave the barren hills and go to a nearby town, wanting to buy wine and getting drunk. 】

[But in front of the gate of the official mansion, an old man was beaten out with a stick and abandoned on the ground. He was seriously injured and dying, and his wailing was unstoppable. 】

【You go to the doctor and ask the reason, but you hear the old man howling. 】

[He said that he had a son who was honest and honest, and the son married a daughter-in-law who was gentle and filial, which was a pleasure. 】

[Who knows that the rich man in the city knows that his daughter-in-law is beautiful, so he forcibly robbed her. 】

[His daughter-in-law was soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and died by suicide. His son was angry and wanted revenge, but was beaten to death by the rich man. 】

[There is only one old man who wants to report to the officials, but who knows that the city officials were bribed, so they ignored him and beat him out with sticks. 】

[It's extremely sad, what's the reason? 】

【You see the old man is desperate and angry, so...】

[A: Beheaded the officials, B: Beheaded the rich man, C: Beheaded together, D: Intervened personally]

Watching the old man fall to the ground, weeping in despair.

Jiang He felt depressed and didn't say much, just slapped it on the page.

[cut together]

Since both his sons and daughters-in-law died, the old man was completely hopeless and was beaten out by the government again. He was already desperate and sad.

He said so much to this strange young man, just looking for someone to vent to.

But I didn't expect...

After hearing the ins and outs of the matter, the young master got up straight away and walked towards the gate of the official mansion in a sullen manner.

In front of the official gate, there were two yamen servants standing.

They beat the old man out with sticks, and watched the old man talk to Jiang He, standing there with a sneer on his face.

Confid? ask?

This old man also went to the doctor in an emergency.

If it was a knight walking away with a sword, they might step forward to stop it to prevent any accidents.

Look at this young man's skin and tender flesh, and his face is so pale, it's obvious that he's a little weak, his hands and feet are weak.

Dressed as a scholar again, with a drawing board and brush on his back, probably a painter who ran out to play...

That's it?

Even the saber used for self-defense may not have seen blood!

At this time, the two yamen servants saw the young master walking over sullenly, and stopped immediately with sticks.

"The yamen is an important place, and those who come will stop."

"Is what the old man said true?"

The young master did not stop, but asked instead.

The two yamen servants looked at each other and smiled.

"Young master, I advise you to mind your own business."

"Do you know who the rich grandson is? That's..."

The yamen servant was bragging, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

I opened my mouth, but couldn't breathe out, the voice suddenly disappeared, and accompanied by some dizziness, the world began to turn upside down...

When he saw his body, he suddenly realized.

I lost my head.

The blood is like a spring, dyeing the lion of the town government red.

The son stepped inside.

Walk through the blood, the white clothes are not stained with dust.

Walking through the lobby all the way to the inner courtyard of the city mansion, a fat and fat government official was chasing the girl, laughing and having fun.

When he saw a stranger walking to the backyard of the city mansion, he was a little puzzled and stopped to ask questions.

"who are you?!"

These are his last words.

The young master raised his head, went all the way back to the outside of the Yamen, came to the old man, and threw the things in his hand on the ground.

He looked at the sluggish old man, lit up the sword in his hand, and opened his mouth softly.

"If you feel unreasonable..."

"This is the law of heaven."

"I have to go again, old man, can you move?"

"can!"

Still today!

(end of this chapter)