Zhuo Yifan has lived in Longkongxuan like this for a month. After working every day, drinking and chatting with the brothers in the fire house has almost become a habit.
One early morning, He Xinlan found him and asked him to go out on the pretext of stocking up on ingredients. This kind of thing was always done by kitchen workers. Of course Zhuo Yifan knew that the other party was not well-intentioned and just wanted him to bump into Pan Wu when he went out.
He was beaten up by the other party. He used the excuse of "beating the workers" to distance himself from Pan Wu.
"This is something done in the kitchen, what does it have to do with our fire room?" said a big man.
"That's right! This is too much. Even if Sister He wants to get rid of Pan Wu, she can't use such despicable methods. Isn't this going to kill Xiao Linzi?"
Many people in the fire room said angrily. Although they have well-developed limbs, their minds are not simple. They are fully aware of the seriousness of this matter.
"How about...Xiao Linzi, please take sick leave and we'll go for you." Wang Yuanchun suggested.
Zhuo Yifan shrugged and said: "A monk who can run away cannot run away from the temple. Sister He is targeting me. I just don't want to go out. She has thousands of reasons to ask me to go out."
"No, no, Xiao Linzi, you have to go out to support your family at such a young age. It's not easy. Sister He is not an unreasonable person in normal times. If you explain the situation to her, you might be able to let you go. If it doesn't work, we'll be angry.
If all the people in the house go on strike, I don’t believe what she can do! Brother Huo, what do you think?"
Wang Yuanchun turned to Huo Cun, and saw that Huo Cun also had a serious look on his face: "This is a broken pot. We are not the only ones who can do the fire house. I'm afraid that after He Xinlan compromised for a while, he would spend a lot of money to find new people, and then kill us one by one.
Kick him out."
"Hey, it would be great if the manager was here. If he knew about Xiao Linzi, he would never sit idly by and do nothing."
Zhuo Yifan was moved. Although the brothers in the fire room usually had fiery personalities and seemed fierce, they were really nice people and were united and kind. It made him feel like he had returned to Xuan Village.
Zhuo Yifan didn't want these people to be involved in this matter. The worst result of offending Pan Wu would be to reveal his identity as a monk. But they were just mortals, so what qualifications did they have to clamor against a generation of princes?
Finally, under Zhuo Yifan's insistence, he went out on his own. Before leaving, Huo Cun smeared a layer of soot on his face and told him that this was Huofang's exclusive disguise technique.
Zhuo Yifan smiled bitterly in his heart. Maybe Pan Wu might not recognize him when he changed into clean clothes and went out. Now that his face was covered with this layer of dust, he looked like a little beggar, which would be dangerous for Pan Wu to see.
Holding the silver coins and pushing the vegetable cart, Zhuo Yifan went all the way to Fangshi and bought ingredients according to the list. When passing by a bookstore, he bought some pens, inks, paper and inkstones for painting, and finally returned to Longkongxuan.
Everyone in the fire room breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Zhuo Yifan back safely.
This outing seemed peaceful, but it was not. In fact, Zhuo Yifan noticed that someone was following him as early as when he went out, but he just didn't take action.
Zhuo Yifan was too lazy to pay attention to such little guys. If the other party dared to take action, he would not mind sending these people on their way. But in this way, the tranquility of the past month would be broken, and he would have to start over.
In the evening, the work in the fire room ended, and Zhuo Yifan returned to the workhouse early to take a shower and change clothes.
But at this moment, there were many blank scrolls in the originally empty work building.
Gently touching the drawing paper with his hands, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but recall his childhood memories.
From the moment he can remember, his grandfather occupies most of his memory. It was his grandfather who taught him to walk, his grandfather who taught him how to read and write, his grandfather who taught him martial arts to strengthen his body, and his grandfather who taught him to be strong and to be an upright person.
man.
The memory is like a wheel grinding, rolling in a big circle and then returning. Zhuo Yifan quietly listened to the grinding sound of his hands, and his thoughts could not help but drift to the Zhuo family mansion in his memory.
After grinding out the most ink, Zhuo Yifan tapped the brush lightly into the ink, and the spiritual power in his hand suddenly started to work. The ink was drawn on the drawing paper little by little along the soft tips. The feelings became deeper and deeper, two drops
The clear tears dripped quietly, blended with the ink, and became one...
After a long time, Zhuo Yifan woke up from his fugue. He looked at the scroll in his hand, and an old man seemed to appear on it. He had a slightly aged face and a short, stiff black mustache. He was majestic but extremely amiable. This is exactly what happened.
It’s his grandfather—Zhuo Wentian!
Zhuo Yifan had learned to paint when he was a child, but after all, he hadn't picked up a painting for a long time. The facial expressions of the characters were a little rough, but overall, there was an inexplicable charm. He stretched out his hand and stroked it gently.
The old man in the painting murmurs to himself: "Grandpa, are you okay? Today is your birthday. I wish Grandpa may you be as blessed as the East Sea and live as long as the Southern Mountains. You must wait for Fan'er, wait for Fan'er to come back...
…”
After a long silence, Zhuo Yifan gently rolled up the scroll and carefully placed it in the painting bucket.
After a few more things were completed, another scroll was completed. This time, it showed a man and a woman looking at each other lovingly. The painting was his father Zhuo Lie and mother Zhuo Hanlan.
He looked deeply at the man and woman who brought him into this world, then gently put it away and put it into the painting bucket.
Tomorrow was the day for rest in the fire room, so that night, he worked as crazy as he could, painting tirelessly, immersed in it, forgetting to sleep and eat.
He stayed up almost all night, starting with painting people, then gradually moving on to painting monsters and animals, even using colored ink.
This time, Zhuo Yifan looked at the scroll in his hand. There was a strong aura coming from the scroll, and the thing he painted was an ancient monster, the old black mountain demon.
This old Black Mountain demon is the first Five Elements Soul that Zhuo Yifan conquered, and belongs to the Wood Soul.
For the impression of the Black Mountain Old Demon, he extracted it from the memory of the wood soul in the spiritual tree tree spirit. It is not too clear. He only knows a rough outline. When painting, he mostly uses his own imagination. But if a monk sees it,
If you do, you will definitely find the immortal spirit surname spread above.
When the painting was finished, Zhuo Yifan couldn't stand it any longer. He didn't even have time to clean up the mess on the table, so he hurriedly put down the pen and fell into a deep sleep with his head down.
It has been too long since he returned to the life of a monk, and the days and nights without sleep have quietly passed away. Now, like most mortals, he needs a few hours of sleep every day.
Because he was too tired, when he woke up, it was already noon the next day. Fortunately, his physical strength and spirit had returned to their peak, and he felt refreshed.
After waking up, he continued to paint. This time, the paintings were relatively simple. They were all ordinary spiritual beasts encountered in the Qingyang Mountains, such as the Blue Moon Giant Eagle, the Spiritual Tree Spirit, and the Six-Winged Black Crystal Python.
After finishing these paintings, it was already evening. Zhuo Yifan went out to sell these paintings and buy some ink and brushes. The brush in his hand was almost bald after a day of abuse.
In order to prevent trouble, Zhuo Yifan wore a bamboo hat, brought a few paintings to the market, rented a stall with a piece of silver, and opened his business.
The market is very lively at night, with lights and colorful decorations, and people coming and going. Many people who are tired of eating in restaurants will choose to come here to go shopping. There are many strange and weird things here, and people can often find spiritual antiquities and take them home for home.
It can turn bad luck into good luck and prolong life.
"Well, when did there actually be more painting stalls here? It's interesting, I wonder what's painted on them." A young man from an aristocratic family walked up to Zhuo Yifan's stall, followed by two followers. This outfit was definitely
Nobles in the imperial capital and the like.
The young man flipped through the scrolls and finally settled on a picture of a beautiful woman. The beauty painted on it was slim and fair, as if she were a real person, as if she was about to fly out of the painting. He immediately asked: "How much does this picture cost?"
Zhuo Yifan glanced at the painting. The painting on it was none other than his mother, Zhuo Hanlan. He immediately said, "I'm sorry, this painting is in the wrong place. It's not for sale..."
The man pouted, reluctantly selected another picture of a beauty, and asked, "Where's this one?"
"One hundred taels..."
"Take the money." The man was pleased and quickly ordered his attendants to get the money.
Zhuo Yifan smiled casually and continued to finish what he had left unfinished: "Gold..."
"What?!"
"One hundred taels of gold." Zhuo Yifan repeated.
"What a madman!" The man dropped the painting and walked away angrily. (To be continued.)