Without a heroic spirit, I can only end it myself.

The aroma of wine is also afraid of deep alleys.

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

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

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

There is more than a 90% chance that he will be buried in the city of Bianhuangzhou.

Send it directly to Cai Lang Painting Studio?

Not very appropriate either.

My skill in this painting is passable, but I borrowed Taoist methods to help complete the painting.

Although this was my own helpless move, if the painters at Cai Lang Painting Studio were to mind, it would be easy for them to have setbacks in their lives.

Then there is only one last option left.

[Sent to an old friend]

At the beginning of this week's episode, Jiang He has been selling paintings in Kunzhou for half a year, but he has made some friends who are painters and funders.

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

But Yan Chicheng.

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

As long as he is willing to help with publicity, it is not difficult to help a fine painting become famous.

Moreover, at the current time, Yan Chicheng is still in a state of ignorance, has not determined his own path, does not know much about the world, and cannot move around the world.

Jiang He wants to start improving his painting skills this week, and he has neither time nor means to go to the imperial capital.

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

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

"Is this an old postcard?"

[You trusted your friend, so you sent a letter to Bianhuangzhou City and sent it to Yongle Taoist Temple in the imperial capital. 】

[Because it involves the descendants of Duke Yan, the postmen did not dare to neglect and rushed to deliver it. 】

[Yan Chicheng practiced in Yongle Taoist Temple. He received the letter and had doubts, so he returned home to look at it. 】

[Because of what you said in your letter, I sent it to you in error, but I admire your literary talents and admire your free and easy way of painting, so I wrote back a letter, stating the truth and feeling doubly sorry. 】

[You wrote back again, saying that this was fate, and we talked about speculation. You invited me to be a pen pal and chatted through letters. 】

[Yan Chicheng was overjoyed and readily agreed. 】

Although Bianhuang and the imperial capital are thousands of miles apart.

But this distance does not hinder Ega from using his eloquence——

What's wrong with not being able to interview?

As a person who has been reborn in time and space, and has never made a pen pal, how can he not have access to the Internet?

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

Use the pen pal relationship.

Jiang He wrote a letter to enlighten this depressed young man who had just entered the Taoist temple.

By the way, he sent the painting [Midnight Demon Fox], and told Yan Chicheng what happened that night and his guess about the deserted village in the way of chatting between friends.

The Meng Dynasty was in its prime at this time, with good fortune and peace all over the world.

Especially in the Imperial City, many people are exposed to this prosperous scene from birth to death.

For most people in the imperial capital, including Yan Chicheng, the borderlands are so far away and the world is so empty.

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

Not to mention those imperial painters.

They usually paint pictures of beautiful landscapes or beautiful peonies to express their emotions.

How could a guy like Jiang He, who was not afraid of death, go all the way to the chaotic frontier to draw bizarre and bizarre pictures of evil spirits?

therefore……

When Yan Chicheng saw the [Midnight Demonic Fox] for the first time, he was covered in white hair and sweat. He thought a demon appeared and almost drew his sword and struck him.

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

Relaxed a little.

Yan Chicheng looked at the picture of the midnight fox again, and when he saw the human-hungry fox, he felt a little more admiration for the mysterious pen pal.

"It turns out that the evil spirits in the borderlands that Brother Ning mentioned are actually so terrifying..."

"Are those people in the borderlands struggling to survive surrounded by such terrifying monsters?"

Thinking of the letter from my pen pal, hoping to spread this painting, I went to Cai Lang Painting Studio 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 and not to be too immersed in painting and put himself in danger.

He hurriedly left Yongle Taoist Temple and went home to shake people.

A few days later…

[Yan Chicheng wrote the story in the letter and handed it to the storyteller to form an anecdote in the tavern. 】

[Later, the paintings were revealed, which was immersive and astonishing. 】

[The story of Hua Sheng slaying the demon fox on a snowy night spread like wildfire throughout the empire, attracting many people to come here admiringly. 】

[You are famous in the imperial capital for your paintings of swordsmen. 】

Yan Chicheng was pure and simple. After all, he came from a wealthy family and was 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 quickly.

In order to help the pen pal and satisfy his need to become famous.

Yan Chicheng asked someone for help, used his letters and paintings as templates to compose a story, and promoted it in teahouses and restaurants——

In 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 have heard that there is a sword-wielding painter who travels around the world and records the strange things he encounters with his paintings.

I immediately became curious and came to the teahouse to listen to books and look at paintings.

This sense of immersion is just one word.

Absolutely!

Just looking at that painting, many people seemed to have become the scholar, watching the beauty turn into a fox on a snowy night, which was inexplicably scary.

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 asking about the sword-wielding painter.

Want to know if he has other paintings and if he has encountered other weird things.

"This is the beginning of the update..."

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

This little brother has done me a big favor!

With this start, the popularity gained.

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

[Evil Tiger Blocking the Road], [Wild Wolf Carrying Corpse], [Huang Xian Begs for Seal]...

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

The reputation of the sword-wielding painter 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 compose various strange stories...

I can’t keep up with the serialization, and I think the author is too slow in updating, so I write my own fanfic?

Jiang He couldn't help but laugh when he saw this development.

Just as his fame was rising.

But in the borderland state, a new incident was encountered.

【Thanks to the help of old friends, your reputation becomes more and more prosperous. 】

[Then he continued to walk in the wilderness, encountering strange and strange things, and drew pictures of horrifying monsters. 】

[In the year 1338 of the Meng calendar, it was the seventeenth day of the good month. 】

[You encounter a house in Huangling on the road. You hear the sound of crying and howling, and smell the blood, so you enter with a sword. 】

[Seeing corpses lying in the house, old and young were all dead. When they entered the house, the woman was wailing and the man was like a demon. 】

[You draw your sword to kill and evade. 】

[After a while, the woman undressed and came out, weeping and thanking him. 】

[He said that as the daughter of a woodcutter, she was waiting in the boudoir, and she fell in love with someone and was about to get married. 】

[Unexpectedly, the man accidentally made friends. When his friend saw the girl's beauty, he had evil intentions, sneaked into the woodcutter's house, killed and robbed the girl. 】

[He said that he knew people and was not kind, which hurt his family and made him miserable. He wanted to follow him and left. He hoped that his benefactor would forgive him. After saying this, he committed suicide and died. 】

[Seeing this tragic situation, you are silent and speechless...]

[A: Turn around and leave, B: Bury in peace, C: Paint it, D: Intervene personally. 】

Ega brushed his fingers over the words.

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

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

Seeing such a miserable situation, he could only sigh silently and make a choice.

[Lay in peace]

He did not pick up a paintbrush to record such tragic scenes.

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

The corpses of the villains were directly exposed in the wilderness and allowed to be destroyed by wild dogs.

After doing this, he turned and left.

Jiang He thought that the matter would end here.

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

As a result, something bad happened again.

[You left Huangling Ridge and went to a nearby town. You wanted to buy some wine and got drunk. 】

[Unexpectedly, in front of the official gate, I saw an old man beaten with a stick and abandoned on the ground. He was seriously injured and was about to die. He could not stop wailing. 】

[You stepped forward for treatment and asked for the cause, but you heard the old man howling. 】

[He said that he had a son who was honest and honest, and it would have been a pleasure for him to marry a daughter-in-law who was gentle and filial. 】

[Unexpectedly, the rich man in the city knew that his daughter-in-law was beautiful, so he took her away by force. 】

[The daughter-in-law, who was soft on the outside and strong on the inside, committed suicide and died. Her son was angry and wanted revenge, but was beaten to death by the rich man with a stick. 】

[The old man was the only one left, and he wanted to report it to the official. Unexpectedly, the city official was bribed, ignored him, and beat him with a stick. 】

[It is extremely sad, where is the justice of heaven? 】

[When you see the old man despairing, you are filled with anger, so...]

[A: Kill the official, B: Kill the rich man, C: Kill them all together, D: Intervene personally]

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

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

[cut together]

Since both his son and daughter-in-law were dead, the old man was completely extinct and was beaten out by the government. He was extremely desperate and miserable.

He said so much to this strange young man, just to find someone to vent his feelings to.

But I didn't expect...

After hearing the ins and outs of the incident, the young master stood up directly and walked toward the government gate in a dull tone.

In front of the government gate, there were two government officials standing.

They had previously beaten the old man with sticks, and then watched the old man confide in Jiang He, standing there with sneers on their faces.

Talk? ask?

This old man also had a sudden illness and went to the hospital indiscriminately.

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

Looking at the young man's thin skin and tender flesh, his face was so pale, he was obviously a little weak and his hands and feet were weak.

He is dressed as a scholar again, carrying a drawing board and brushes behind his back. He is probably a painter who ran out to play...

That's it?

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

At this time, the two government officials looked at the young master walking over and immediately stopped him with sticks.

"In the important place of Yamen, those who come will stop."

"Is what my father-in-law said true?"

The young master did not stop, but asked.

The two government officials looked at each other and smiled.

"Master, I advise you to mind your own business."

"Do you know who Rich Master Sun is? He is..."

The yamen officer was boasting and suddenly felt something was wrong.

I opened my mouth, but couldn't take a breath. The sound suddenly disappeared. Along with some dizziness, the world began to turn upside down...

When he saw his body, he suddenly realized.

My head fell off.

The blood is as red as a fountain, dyeing the lion of Zhenya red.

The young master stepped inside.

I walked through blood, but my white clothes were not stained by dust.

Walking all the way through the lobby and arriving at the inner courtyard of the city, a 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 confused and stopped to ask.

"who are you?!"

These were his last words.

The young master carried his head all the way back to the yamen, came to the old man, and dropped what he was holding on the ground.

He looked at the dull old man, showed the sword in his hand, and spoke softly.

"If you feel there is no justice..."

"This is the law of heaven."

"I have to go one more time, father-in-law, can you move?"

"able!"

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