Qian Jun and Gao Pan came to an empty table, where they had prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and were waiting for the scholar who came to have a try to paint with ink.
Although from time to time some people came to comment on the paintings they had finished, most of them left with shame, obviously their words did not reach Master Zhu's eyes.
"Do you guys think Brother Qian and Brother Gao can do it?" Li Xiuyuan said, "It feels unreliable."
Zhang Bangchang chuckled and said: "Brother Gao was young and wise. He was known as a child prodigy in his hometown in his early years. He was a scholar at the age of twelve and a civil servant at the age of fifteen. Now he is a Jinshi and is involved in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. This time When it comes to painting, I feel 70% sure that I can hang the painting on the easel. As for the money,
Brother, he is good at calligraphy and classical Chinese. As for painting, he can only be considered mediocre. I don’t think he can succeed. It depends on Brother Gao’s ability.”
"Brother Zhang, as a second-ranked Jinshi, don't you know how to paint?" Li Xiuyuan asked.
Zhu Yu on the side smiled and shook his head and said: "He likes the legends of gods, ghosts and ghosts, ghosts and foxes. He often studied this when he was a bachelor at Tongtian Pavilion. The skills of chess, calligraphy and painting have long been abandoned. Recently, he is writing books. I specialize in writing about gods, gods, ghosts and ghosts. What is the name of the latest article? The Brothel Banshee? Or the Banker?"
"No, none of it is right. The latest one is called, Li Qishi eliminates demons." Zhang Bangchang said.
Li Xiuyuan said: "Isn't that writing about me?"
Zhang Bangchang smiled and said: "Who made Brother Li know so many mysterious things? I have four articles written about you."
"Come to think of it, I want to leave my name in history in the future. In that case, how about adding another one called Thunder God Killing Ghosts?" Li Xiuyuan smiled.
It seems that the ancient stories about ghosts and ghosts are not all false. Some of them are records of strange things that they saw and heard around them.
Zhang Bangchang became interested and asked hurriedly: "Oh, Brother Li, do you have any good stories?"
"Brother Zhang, does he know that last night thunder thundered all night long in the south direction of the capital city, but not a single drop of rain fell?" Li Xiuyuan asked.
"But I was woken up once. What's the inside story?" Zhang Bangchang asked.
Li Xiuyuan said, "Hearing the thunder but not seeing the rain, this is most likely because the Thunder God's thunder kills evil spirits. Does Brother Zhang know how the Thunder God's thunder strikes? Most of the time, it doesn't fall straight down, but instead Flying sideways."
"Why is this?" Zhang Bangchang asked in surprise
"Because I want to hunt down evil spirits." Li Xiuyuan stretched out his finger and said: "Just like such a big insect, it shines brightly and disappears in a flash. That is a thunder insect. Its essence is a thunder light because it is too fast. In the eyes of ordinary people, it looks like a firefly flying by, so it is called
When thunderworms are used, some people will have several small holes in their courtyard walls for no reason, which are caused by thunderworms flying over and hitting them."
Zhang Bangchang exclaimed in surprise. When he thought about it carefully, he found that such mysterious things were happening around him, but he had never noticed it before.
Li Xiuyuan was idle at the moment anyway, so he talked to Zhang Bangchang about things like gods, ghosts and strange wills.
Of course, he focused on the majesty of the God of Thunder in the sky and the slaying of ghosts and ghosts.
If it is really passed down in the future, it can also serve as a warning to future generations. You can't tell stories about the God of Thunder being killed and the world being plagued by evil spirits and cholera. That would have a bad impact.
"Is it true that someone who commits many evil deeds will be killed by the God of Thunder?" Zhang Bangchang asked seriously.
At this time, not only him, but also many scholars gathered around and listened carefully.
Although scholars all believe in Zi Buyu's strange power and chaotic gods, the story Li Xiuyuan told is very real, as if it happened around him, and people have to believe it.
Just like listening to stories, this kind of thing had a special appeal to these ancient scholars.
Li Xiuyuan said: "Of course, it happened in a village near Qingshan Town, dozens of miles north of Jinling City. I stayed in a farmhouse that day and saw a vicious person with my own eyes. For
He stole my belongings, and because he was afraid that my mother would report him, he picked up a hatchet and killed himself
The biological mother was beheaded, and there was an act of maternal murder."
"There are such vicious people in the world, they are really worse than animals,"
"The Song Dynasty ruled the country with filial piety, but there are people in the world who kill their mothers?"
"This guy is hateful."
The scholar who listened to the story was filled with indignation and could not help shouting insults.
Li Xiuyuan said: "Do you know what happened when the man raised the hatchet and had the intention to kill? Thunder suddenly rolled in the sky, and a thunder struck from the sky, turning into such a small thunderworm, like
It was like an embroidery needle, passing through the man's temple and knocking him down instantly.
On the ground, there was a smell of sulfur all over the body, the bodies were curled up together, and the bones were shattered."
When the scholars heard this, they couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Although they only said a few words, they felt a chill in their heads at this moment, as if they were the ones struck by the thunderworm, and they were shocked and silent for a long time.
"I'm afraid this story is false. How can there be such a thing in the world? Why haven't I seen it before?" A scholar questioned.
Li Xiuyuan smiled slightly: "If you don't believe me, you can go to Qingshan Town and ask. I am a scholar. How could I use lies to deceive you? If you find out clearly and think my story is false, you can come and confront me.
If you scold me, I will apologize to you."
"Qingshan Town? I remember that I have a relative there. I went there once before. This story is true. Last time I heard from my relatives that a rogue in a certain village was struck to death by lightning at night. Could it be this brother?
That person that Taiwan is talking about?" someone asked with a surprised look on his face.
Others don't believe it, but this person is convinced in his heart.
If something like this really happens, it cannot be hidden.
Hearing this person's words, the person who had questioned him before was immediately ashamed. The other scholars were even more silent, and some couldn't help but swallow their saliva. When they looked up at the sky, there was already a hint of awe in their eyes.
"Brother Li can see such a strange thing, I really envy you. I don't know if there are any other stories. Please tell me." Zhang Bangchang didn't know where he borrowed the pen and ink from, but there was one of them.
This story was recorded.
He felt that the story was very exciting and he must write it down immediately, go back and polish it and write it into a book.
"Haha, I'm not a storyteller. There are so many stories. Moreover, many of you don't like the things about ghosts and gods, so it's okay not to talk about them." Li Xiuyuan stopped and said with a smile.
At this time, an old man's voice sounded: "Your story is very good. You can continue to tell it. Although I don't know whether the story is true or false, the warning contained in it is worth carrying forward. Even if it is a story about ghosts and gods, it doesn't matter. You
The story is much better than simply promoting filial piety.
Paying attention to the promotion of filial piety and occasionally publicizing the consequences of unfilial piety can achieve twice the result with half the effort."
"Zhu Qian, Master Zhu?"
The scholars looked around, but they didn't know when a venerable old master stood behind him, also listening to the story. When he came to his senses, he hurriedly bowed his hands and saluted.
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "The story is true, and the warning is also true. Li Xiuyuan is polite."
Zhu Qian nodded: "Young people are scary. Zhu Yu, you should learn more from your friend. It would be great if you were half as talented as him."
"Yes, that's what Master taught me." Zhu Yu looked like a younger generation being taught a lesson.
"I want to comment on the painting, so I'll leave first." Zhu Qian glanced at Li Xiuyuan and turned around to leave.
After waiting to leave, Li Xiuyuan asked: "Zhu Yu, do you know this master?"
"Head of the Zhu family, how come you don't know him? I'm just a side branch. I met him last time when I came to the capital." Zhu Yu said with a bitter smile.
"This Master has a very high reputation and seems to be respected by others." Li Xiuyuan said.
Zhang Bangchang on the side just put away the story he had written down, and then said: "Of course it is. Master Zhu is the grandson of Zhu Shengren, how can he not be respected?"
Zhu Shengren?
Zhu Xi.
Li Xiuyuan's eyes moved slightly, and he became a little surprised. He looked at Zhu Yu beside him: "So, you are also a descendant of Zhu Xi?"
"Side branch, just a side branch, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning." Zhu Yu smiled ashamedly.
Li Xiuyuan thought to himself, no wonder Zhu Yu lived the most prosperous life. He was murdered many times by ghosts and gods, but he was never killed. Unlike Wang Ping, who could only be a clay scholar, Ning Caichen would have avoided the disaster of Lanruo Temple if he had not been virtuous.
No.
It turns out that they are members of Zhu Shengren's clan, and they may have received some protection from the underworld.
After all, the saint Zhu died not long ago, and the saint's luck will continue to spread to his descendants.