Lincheng Huamo Chapter 14: The Evil Tiger in the West
Shu Nan stood upright in front of the table. He spread the felt on the table. He stroked it gently with his hand, bent down and blew gently. He picked up a piece of parchment from the side and spread the paper flatly.
He stroked it gently with the back of his hand, and the touch of the parchment made his hand shrink back.
It also has a warm residual heat, which is very similar to human skin. However, it is smoother and smoother than human skin.
"Shu Nan, tell me, who is the best warrior in this world?"
Shu Nan was still messing with his things and didn't stop.
"I dare not say that today's military sages are victorious in every battle. If we really want to say that there is a master among them, then it would be the prince of Jinling."
"Zhu Jiannan?"
The book was difficult to use. He gently scratched the parchment with a knife. The knife was a sharp knife, and the hand he used with the knife was also fast and steady. He gently pressed the book weight onto the paper, and took out a few pens to stand there.
On the pen stand.
"You said it's rare for you to find a good pen. How come there are so many good pens here?"
Shu Nan chuckled softly. If he told the truth, he would probably be insulting Marquis Zhong Xi.
"The Marquis will not know that for a person who writes and draws, no matter how many good pens he has, it is not enough. This is just like you and a swordsman, no matter how many swords are there, there will never be too many."
"Oh, three thousand are like water, just take one ladle to drink."
"Then if the ladle of water is drained and leaked, what should the Marquis do?"
"Then what does this ladle of water in your mouth mean?"
"Here I have placed wolf hairs, rabbit hairs, small, medium and large pens, and fighting pens. So what does the Marquis' sword have?" Shu Nan continued talking and doing. He fetched clear water, water from the Night Lake. He
I started to grind the ink. This inkstone was not a precious one, nor was it produced in the Four Famous Mountains.
"The dance is like a sword to me."
"That jade pen on the path is more than just a pen." Shu Nan spread out his left hand, and the nails of his right hand lightly scratched the palm of his left hand. The skin and flesh opened, and blood gradually flowed out from it. He held his fist,
Drop blood into the ink.
"If you want to use blood, I can just ask someone to take it."
"Other people's blood is cold, and my pen cannot be dipped in such ink." He shook the ink basin, and his blood was like scarlet beads one after another, which could not be melted on the black ink for a long time.
Go, Shu Nan clicked his tongue a few times, and continued, "Look, ink is still ink after all, and blood is still blood. Blood turns into ink and cannot be merged into one."
Come on, Shu Nan used a paintbrush to mix the blood and ink together. The blood droplets that were originally extremely conspicuous and somewhat heretical quickly melted into the thick ink. It was impossible to tell that there was still fusion in this pot of thick ink.
A lot of scarlet blood.
With the sound of "bang", the book was still turning into ink. Zhong Xihou looked up and saw that he was wearing a red dress and his hair was untied and letting the wind blow. Look again, oh, he also wore a pair of black wooden fangs.
Faceplate.
"Junior brother, it's time to meet." Zhong Xihou was leaning lazily, but he stood up, inserted the sword he had just wiped into the floor, and stretched.
The visitor looked at the sword inserted into the floor. I don't know if he was looking at the sword or because he felt that the West City Lord was really boring, so he destroyed a piece of the floor.
Zhong Xihou guessed correctly. The person who came was indeed Ying Ruge. Ying Ruge didn't say much. He threw eight spells in the air, up and down, and the space around the three people turned into black.
"Hey, how can I paint when it's already dark?" Shu Nian raised his pen and drew back and forth in the air. The golden lines dazzled in the black like a dragon. A bright lamp illuminated the place where Shu Nian was.
The black color was all put away, Zhong Xihou was still leaning on his sword, and Shu Nan was still painting. Ying Ruge looked at Shu Nan, Zhong Xihou couldn't see the expression under his mask, he guessed that this junior brother was surprised.
?
Shu Nan bought a new pen. This new pen is not suitable for drawing and can only be used to outline the fine lines on the painting. He holds two pens in his hand, one dipped in ink and the other moistened with water.
. He held the upper end of the pen with the tiger's mouth, and used his middle finger to tease the two pens horizontally and vertically. He used the moistened pen to lightly aim at the painting.
Zhong Xihou didn't know how to paint. He only knew that Shu Nan's paintings were very unusual. But even if he didn't know how to paint, he still didn't understand why he had to turn blood into ink.
"It doesn't matter. This rogue is not an outsider. If you have anything to say, it doesn't matter."
"City Lord Zhong, maybe I can borrow something?"
Zhong Xihou slowly pulled out the sword and slowly inserted it into the sheath. "Let's talk."
"The sword in the sheath."
"What's the intention?"
"Challenge the Mohist Sword Master."
Marquis Zhongxi didn't say much, but he was extremely bold and threw the Wuyu Sword and its scabbard to Ying Ruge. Ying Ruge didn't move, when a tall and thin man appeared invisibly from behind him, and the tall and thin man stretched out his hand to grab it.
Dancing sword.
Zhong Xihou found it interesting. He had never heard of such magic. It was very magical. Shu Nan was slightly surprised.
He didn't express himself in words, but he was still painting there. What he was painting was still unclear to this day.
The tall and thin man was wearing linen clothes with a lot of patches, which was in sharp contrast to Ying Ruge, who was dressed in red and had a mask on his face. The tall and thin man respectfully held the sword in both hands and handed it to Ying Ruge. Ying Ruge held the sword.
The tall and thin body gradually becomes transparent, and the shadow disappears with a few clicks of the fingers.
Zhong Xihou opened his mouth, not because he was surprised, he still thought that these kinds of spells were indeed interesting and fun.
Ying Ruge looked at the sword in her hand. The crimson-colored Wuyu sword was not gorgeous, but the deep carvings did not seem to have been passed down for hundreds of years. Zhong Xihou just looked at Ying Ruge, as if he was expecting something.
Ying Ruge ignored it, held the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled out the Wuyu sword. The blade was polished and sharp, and there was no gap. The sword body was also as bright as a mirror. It was three feet and three feet, and there was a faint orange light on all sides of the sword body.
There is no blood-drawing groove, and the sound is crisp and clear when flicked with two fingers, and there is a faint low dragon roar. Tap the sword lightly with two fingers, and the name of the sword "Wu Yu" is reflected in the light on the sword.
Zhong Xihou's surprise was not expressed in words. What he expected did not appear. He did not lose the calmness and calmness of the lord of a city and the overlord of a place. There was no expression on his dark face.
He smiled and asked: "How?"
Ying Ruge sheathed the sword, threw it back to Zhong Xihou, and shook her head: "No one except me can hold a good sword."
Zhong Xihou stretched out his hand, held it, and looked at the sword in his hand with a smile, feeling as if he had found it again.
"The Palace of Yama has received a secret report that the evil tiger has emerged from the Western Mountains. Lord Zhong, don't you think it's interesting?"
Zhong Xihou raised a cup of tea. The tea leaves floating in the cup were green in color. He took a sip. The aroma of the tea was indeed charming. But he forgot that this tea was not brewed for him to drink.
Shu Nan looked helplessly at the Lord of the West. If he wanted to drink tea, he might as well get a cup for himself.
"This tea..."
"If you say it's good tea, then I'm not suitable to drink tea with you."
"Isn't this some good tea?"
"This is good tea." Shunan suddenly added, "If you don't know where this tea comes from, you won't know that it is good tea."
"This tea is mixed with a lot of offal, and the tea soup is not clear. It is still green, so it should be real Longjing, but it is also of low quality."
Shu Nan put his pen into the water, and the ink spread out. Gradually, the black color was gone, and the water was still so pure and transparent.
"This is a gift from the old woman to the Marquis." Shu Nan picked up the jar and took a sip of the water in it. He didn't know what the Yehu water that had been washed with blood and thick ink tasted like. He squirted it out and drank the water.
Sprayed on the painting, he continued, "Say, you are an outsider who hunts for a living. If the only man in your family is killed and someone avenges you, what will you give in return?"
Zhong Xihou always repays kindness to others. Even if a farmer's cattle are given to him for farming, he will kill them and eat them with the farmer's family. The real Longjing, even in the eyes of the Chinese people, is not considered a good thing.
It is of middle quality and is as expensive as a live fish in the city that never sleeps.
"It's difficult to read. You've been here for a long time, and I still can't figure out what you are drawing."
Shu Nan looked at his painting. His painting had not been colored yet, but the background had been traced.
"The Marquis can't see it, but maybe the venerable one can?"
Ying Ruge approached the painting. The black and white colors on the painting were different, with different shades. "Can this painting move?" Shu Nan clapped his hands. This painting can move, as long as your heart is still moving.
, then the painting is moving. Zhong Xihou also joined in the fun and went up to have a look. It was strange, what did this ghost draw like a symbol? Why couldn't he see that the painting was moving?
"I once saw a calligraphy and painting gentleman painting. When I went over, I saw his painting moving. He said that his painting was not moving."
Shu Nan started to pack his things. His painting had not been finished yet, and now he did not plan to continue painting. "I saw that his painting was clearly moving, but the gentleman was stunned and said that the painting was not moving. His disciples, those
The yellow-haired children also said that the painting was not moving. Passers-by came over and said that the painting was moving..."
Shu Nan curled his lips and smiled softly: "Well, Your Majesty, are the paintings I see moving or not?"
Ying Ruge was not confused. Everyone said that the painting was moving, and the painter said that the painting could not move. Everyone refuted that the painting was indeed moving, and the painter's disciples helped and said that the painting could not move.
Will move.
"We are from the same family, how can I help you?"
Ying Ruge threw a small booklet to Zhong Xihou. She picked up Zhong Xihou's cup of tea and took a sip. This tea was indeed not a good tea. The book with good paintings on the side was so ugly that it made her heart-wrenching.
He's a rough guy, no matter what. I just won't use this tea cup next time.
"There are ten palaces of Yamas of ghosts and gods in the four directions, and only nine Yamas are left."
"Oh, King Qin Guang and King Bian Cheng, I heard that these two people were from the Imperial Intelligence Department during the reign of Emperor Yin. Emperor Yama and the ghosts and gods from all directions, I really don't know who they are."
"It seems that City Lord Zhong has very bright eyes and very sharp ears."
"This book of yours has written all kinds of things about the Yama Palace. What do you want to do alone?" Zhong Xihou closed the book. The most unspeakable secret is how he knew this secret. Zhong Xihou also found it interesting.
, Yama Hall does not belong to Mu Han Tower, Ying Ruge is the ghost control master of Mu Han Tower, but now he has lost the roster of Yama Hall to himself.
"I want you to take over the Yama Palace in the Evernight City."
"There are two envoys under each of the ghosts and gods in the four directions. Each of the ten palaces of Yama has sixteen assistants. Each of these sixteen people assists in taking care of three people. In addition, Meng Po Naihe Bridge protects thirteen people." Zhongxihou counted the numbers one by one.
He did the math and said, "Interesting, if your Yama Palace is really arranged according to the order of the underworld passed down by your Han people, why are there not those Ten Ghost Rakshasa and Yaksha Yin Shuai?"
"These people are not the eyes and ears. I will naturally arrange to enter the thirty-sixth floor of the building."
"Then you just want to take care of a group of frail literati?"
"Is it possible that City Lord Zhong doesn't want a scholar who is sick in bed but knows everything about the world?"
"Although I like talented people, I don't like to be controlled by others."
"You might as well say it clearly."
"If it comes to pass, I will get what I deserve."
"I have no right to make the decision, but I agree with you."
Shu Nan has put away his paintings and writing tools. He will no longer paint today.
Although he didn't know much about what they were talking about, he knew something about it.
Sometimes people are so funny, why don't they just say it outright? Is what Zhong Xihou said he deserves really what the red-clothed ghost face guessed? If in the end, it is discovered that the two people's riddles are not the same thing, then what will happen?
A good show is called exciting.
"If you really want to do this, Lord Marquis, I'm afraid you still lack a military advisor to dispatch troops and generals." Shu Nan seems to be self-recommended, but it is not true.
"You want to go and invite Zhu Jiannan alone?"
"I'm afraid you can't invite him or tie him up." Shu Nan took out the jade pen. He didn't care that Ying Ruge was here. He took out the jade pen and drew runes in the air.
The lock traces of the heavenly book appeared out of thin air. "Master Hou, please read the origin of Zhu Jiannan. If you still want to invite him to your sleepless city after reading it, then I have nothing to say."
Zhong Xihou did not reach out for the Book of Heaven. He did not like this thing. Secrets are what people want to know. When you know the secret, you will naturally be unable to help but want to share the secret with others, but this Book of Heaven is what makes people want to know.
People forget the secrets they know. Of course they don't like this kind of thing. Once they have used it, they don't want to try it again.
"City Lord Zhong, how many black-armored troops are there in your city?"
"The black-armored army has exceeded 80,000."
"Eighty thousand troops against 800,000, an egg against a stone?"
This time it was Zhong Xihou who laughed: "Gubei Yan'erlang, each one is worth ten. How many people go out, how many people must come back. He claims to have an army of 800,000, not to mention 80,000, he really thought that 30,000 black armors are enough
Can’t win? It’s better to cut off one finger than to hurt ten of them?”
"Are you going to imitate that barbarian from the grassland, and regardless of the enemy's thousands of troops, I will just attack all the way?" Ying Ruge also knew that this method was not unfeasible, and for the purpose of his coming, this was indeed unfeasible.
Zhong Xihou looked at Shu Nan and put away everything. He still didn't understand what Shu Nan had drawn.
"It's not easy to use only relatives. If you hand over the full power of Yama Palace to Gu, if his master comes to find him, will the blame be yours or Gu's?"
"Your Sleepless City is indeed not a wine bag, but don't forget that there are thirty-six floors and seventy-two pavilions in the Muhan Tower. Although they are not many, they are all elite. I, the Yama Hall, have enough talents to make up for it. If it is really injured,
Without harmony, I'm afraid it's you and me who are cranes and clams, not fishermen."
"I can agree to your conditions, Rangu..."
"If things go well, you will get what you deserve. If things go wrong, you are in the Western Land with a barbarian country behind you. If you are executed, no one will be happy to see the Western barbarians enter."
Ying Ruge still came and went smoothly, and he didn't know where he would fly to in an hour on his flaming phoenix. There was no hesitation in Zhong Xihou's eyes. He looked at Shu Nan and his pens: "Book Nan
, when you are free and relaxed, why don't you paint a picture of the beautiful scenery of the country for me..."
Shu Nan laughed: "Master Hou, this painting is unacceptable."
"Oh, really?" Zhong Xihou looked at the wind blowing the clouds and murmured to himself, "You have worked so hard to create an underworld, but you gave up all the talents. What are you doing?"
Shu Nan smiled again, teasingly: "If City Master Zhong doesn't understand the question, why not ask Daxia Zhong?"