In the inner warehouse, there were messy ink ingots scattered all over the floor.

In the central open space, a girl in cold palace clothes and a small girl with a palm-sized crown, one big and one small, looked at each other silently.

"Mo Jing Huang Xuan?" Rong Zhen nodded.

The little nüguan corrected in a low voice: "It's the female fairy of Mo."

Rong Zhen pulled the corners of his lips slightly, raised his golden four-eyed fierce face again, and put it on his face calmly.

This taboo gold face is related to the rumored mythical creature named Fang Xiangshi from ancient times. It had an extremely ugly appearance. The word Fang Xiangshi means "fearful appearance".

Ancient books say that in the spring season, the evil spirits in the world are aroused and they are at odds with the people. When the various spirits and ghosts that cause chaos in the world see the fierce face of Fang Xiangshi, they will flee in terror...

Seeing the action of the girl in palace clothes wearing a mask, the little girl who calls herself "The Fairy of Ink" suddenly panicked:

"What does a fairy do?"

"Try your real name."

Rong Zhenyouyou said:

"I heard that the true name is the biggest taboo for every spirit. It is very important. If you identify and call out their names, you can trigger a certain power to avoid being harmed by them, and instead control the spirits for my use.

"It's rare that you are so good and reveal your true name. Naturally, I want to give it a try. Moreover, the effect will be even better if you try it with this mask on."

The little girl's expression changed.

"Fairy...Fairy, please wait."

Rong Zhen paused slightly while putting on the mask: "What's wrong?"

"Suddenly I remembered that...it seems that this is not my name. I was used to calling it..."

"Trying with me?"

"No, no! It's just that I haven't mentioned my real name for a long time. I didn't expect to ask this. I thought it was a common name, haha..."

Rong Zhen looked at her coldly and interrupted: "Real name."

"I said, I said..."

The little girl sighed sadly, and was forced to speak a short name in an ancient dialect that Rong Zhen had never heard before - and she didn't know if it was the language of goblins.

Rong Zhen is not surprised, this is the correct real name, not like a common name.

She vaguely felt that this dialect sentence, two syllables, seemed like one word, so she tried to ask:

"Wonderful idea? Die instantly?"

"Oh, it's not instant death, it's a wonderful idea." The little girl corrected her seriously with a small face: "Everyone I know calls me that, it's close to her real name."

After writing down the ancient proverb’s true name of this monster, Rong Zhen was no longer in a hurry and nodded:

"Then let's call you Miao Si."

Miaosi asked weakly: "Okay, fairy, can you not tell me my real name?"

Rong Zhen was noncommittal, looking down at her strange dress that mixed Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and at the same time said:

"Where's the bargain?"

She whispered: "Just a suggestion, a suggestion..."

Rong Zhen nodded and sneered: "Okay, if you have any other good suggestions, let's talk about them together."

Miao Si's eyes lit up, and she really believed it, and immediately said: "One thing, fairies must never call me by my real name while wearing this mask."

"Oh, what if I shouted accidentally?"

The little girl frowned and said: "Then I will definitely feel uncomfortable, maybe half of my life will be surrendered..."

"I understand, then do this."

"..."

Rong Zhen looked at her and suddenly said:

"However, if you can help me with one thing, I can let you go afterwards and promise that you will not give this real name to Si Tianjian."

"I, I have no money." Miao Si raised her face as big as the size of a fingertip and was about to cry without tears: "The people I know also live in a poor family, and they are even poorer... I have to go out and make money myself."

As she said that, she turned over the small golden bowl in her hand and shook it hard in front of Rong Zhen. There was not a drop of ink.

Rong Zhen interrupted: "I heard that you Mo masters can have an insight into the cultural style? Not only the grand cultural style of a city or a place, but also the unique cultural style of an individual?"

Miao Si was stunned for a moment: "Ah... um, you have such a useless skill. Wait, isn't this why the fairy was hired?"

Rong Zhen lowered her eyelashes, "What is the range of literary style you can see?"

"Anyone in Xunyang City can do it, especially those literati who like to use Han Lei Mo. Their literary spirit can be seen by this fairy. Fortunately, there are many people who use Han Lei Mo. Otherwise, how can they die just by eating ink?"

You are full, just like you eat vegetables, how can you do it without adding oil and salt?"

The little girl wearing dark Confucian clothes and holding a golden alms bowl shook her head and said with a somewhat smug tone:

"They foolishly use Hanlei ink. I am the female immortal of ink. I can also teach you the cultivation of literary spirit. Working for me is in vain. As for those who don't use Hanlei ink, their literary spirit can be seen by me if I get close."

After a pause, Miaosi tried to ask:

"Is the fairy looking for a good match and a young man with outstanding literary talents? Well, at this young age, the fairy is a little impatient."

Rong Zhen's expression was cold and he was too lazy to speak. He took out a piece of red paper, wrapped it with a few scraps of paper, and threw it on Miao Si's little head with a lotus crown that stretched forward:

"I am not interested in Fengyue poems, but I am looking for someone who is good at writing poems and still uses Han Lei Mo. This is a poem he wrote about Die Lian Hua. It has his style. You can search according to the picture and find this poem for me.

Man, when the matter is accomplished, not only will I let you go, but I will also give you a heavy reward."

"What...what kind of reward?"

Rong Zhen looked around at the messy library:

"The ink ingots on the ground are all yours."

"really?"

"No joke."

Miao Si carefully took the red paper and scraps of paper, closed her eyes, sniffed the text, and muttered:

"I'll give it a try... Let's first agree that there are a total of 109 ink ingots on the field, and the number cannot be less..."

Rong Zhen was speechless and waved his hand to interrupt: "It doesn't matter if I give you another hundred."

"Hehe, two hundred and nine, the fairy is so generous! However, I have to give this fairy a few days to find a certain human spirit. It is quite time-consuming and I have to walk around the city several times."

Rong Zhen waved the golden mask in his hand:

"Okay, but if you don't find it, just wait until you go to the Luodu Si Tianjian dungeon to eat it."

Miao Si waved her hands wildly, "I won't go to Luoyang, I won't go to Luoyang."

Rong Zhenqi asked: "Are you afraid of Luoyang or Si Tianjian?"

"I'm afraid." She shrank her head and said, "Xunyang is very good. It is elegant, famous, and prosperous. It would be better if there is no such big Buddha..."

"Isn't Luoyang also rich in culture?"

"But without the prosperity of the Meiji period, the emperor was too murderous." Miao Si said stubbornly.

Rong Zhen's mouth curved slightly: "You are a little ink master, your taste is quite tricky."

"It's the Ink Fairy!" She shook her fist and emphasized.

Rong Zhen ignored him and put away the red paper with Die Lianhua's poems and other items, leaving only a small scrap of paper for the inkling. Before leaving, she suddenly paused:

"I have admired your skills before and am a little curious. How do you leave every time you sneak in through the ventilation hole and eat an ink stick?"

"Actually... I ate a hundred in total. Every time I come here, I have to eat two small ink tablets to feel full."

Rong Zhen raised his eyebrows, Miao Si pointed his fingers and counted them one by one:

"The innermost one, the outermost one, and then disguised as the outermost one, lie down in the box and sleep, and wait for them to take it and sell it during the day. When I get to the guest's house, I sneak back home. Not only is it safe, but also

No one doubts hehe..."

"Ah."

Rong Zhen suddenly smiled, went out with long sleeves, and left a long sentence:

"Three days."

"What three days?"

"Three days later, at this point, come here to see me. Don't let me call you by your real name."

Before Miao Si could complain and bargain, the figure of the cold and cold girl disappeared, the inner door opened, and the evening breeze poured into the house.

The little girl wearing black Confucian clothes shuddered.

He lowered his head and looked at the scraps of paper, then looked at the ink ingots on the ground, and sighed in distress:

"With a stinky face, it's as if I owe you ingots, and now I want to find the owner of the Dielianhua. Well, first of all, if I rule out kindness, I probably have a grudge against you. I don't know if it's love or not.

This unlucky guy...

"Wonderful thought, wonderful thought, you have the nerve to say that others are unlucky, but you are even more unlucky tonight. If you revealed your real name, if you had known, you would have listened to Huang Xuan's words. The most stupid one, there is no one. One day, you will die of stupidity..."

The little girl in Confucian attire left the inner treasury dejectedly, and returned to a dilapidated courtyard to the west of Xingzifang a short time later.

The courtyard wall was old, and there was a mouse hole. Miao Si didn't care, so he just drilled into it and returned home.

She was accustomed to the thunderous snoring in the hospital. She rolled her eyes, but there was no other sound except the snoring.

He tiptoed back to the sleeping room that was converted into a woodshed, and prepared to quietly open the cabinet.
To be continued...