As a student of Zhuque Academy in Wufeng County, theoretically, I can play music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and poetry to a certain extent.
But apart from the obscene words and ramblings in the checkbox, Chen Mengnan really didn't know how to write. Now that he is focused on pen and ink, it is actually just a diary.
The market is so lively and the sense of immersion is so strong, simply because what Chen Mengnan writes is true and he has a lot of experience.
But if you really think that his writing is excellent, then you are believing in something evil.
In this scene, he splashed with ink, and the beautiful eyes of the private prostitute waiting at the side flickered, and then her eyes darkened. It was really a "portrait" painted by Chen Mengnan, and there was no look like Wei at all.
"Ms. Chen, your painting doesn't even look like it."
"Tsk."
Chen Mengnan curled his lips, and then said, "You guys know nothing about me. I'm just painting the bones, not the skin. What's important is that the spirit is hidden inside and the invisible is outside."
Seeing a group of strange things drawn, the clients on the left and right were also worried and whispered: "Ms. Chen, is this really Wei you painted?"
At first glance, it seems that he is not as good at drawing as his eight-year-old son. At least the eyes are eyes and the nose is a nose.
As for Chen Mengnan, he scribbled it casually, but you could probably tell that he was a man with teeth and claws and a weapon.
"The painting looks similar, so you are not afraid of being seized?"
Chen Mengnan sneered, "What I painted is 'The Romantic Hero Wei', or something like that. When the time comes for interrogation, I will tell you this."
After saying that, he took out a book "The Romantic Hero Wei" from his arms. The content was quite exciting. It talked about a certain hero named Wei. Every time he performed heroic deeds, there was always a beauty to warm his bed. His skills and methods were very interesting.
It's a group of local prostitutes who are intoxicated...
"That's not right, but if this is the case, can it still ward off evil spirits?"
"Damn it, you don't believe in others, but you don't believe in me, Chen Mengnan?!"
He was furious and extremely angry. Chen Mengnan shouted loudly: "Who doesn't know that I, Chen Mengnan, am the second person in Zhuque Academy? In the past, in Wufeng County, it was 'Wei does not leave Chen, Chen does not leave Wei'. It is clear that both science and technology are evil, and the entire Beiyang
All the students in the government know this."
"..."
"No one understands Wei's chivalrous spirit better than me!"
"..."
"If you can't ward off evil spirits, come to Chen's house to find me."
With an arrogant and confident look on his face, Chen Mengnan signed and stamped his name on the portrait, and stamped it with two seals, one was "Chen Mengnan" and the other was "Master of Jingse Zhai".
The former is his real surname, and the latter is Chen Mengnan's "bandit number" in Fengyue Place.
It's not that he doesn't go whoring anymore, it's that the entertainment scene in the prefecture and county has become boring. Without Bai Chen to accompany him, there is no meaning at all.
In addition, I have been writing a book recently, and as I write, I actually feel that human women are not interesting at all, and that fairies are more to my taste.
Moreover, fairies cannot completely transform into human form and must retain some of their original characteristics, such as animal ears, fox tail, etc.
Among them, Chen Mengnan has never mentioned it to anyone, and even "Baojiaxian" Yaksha does not know Chen Mengnan's current thoughts.
Therefore, the title of "Master of Jingse Zhai", not to mention the old ladybugs in Beiyang Mansion, all think that Mr. Chen is almost Taoist.
The way to abstain from sex...
But for the ladies in Huanchang, it cannot be said that Chen Xianggong and the word "rehabilitation" have nothing to do with each other. It can only be said that they have nothing to do with each other.
A place where wine, sex, and wealth gather, actually suppresses magic weapons, so even if Chen Mengnan painted a picture of this scene, he couldn't see anything interesting about it.
But Yasha was different. He stared at Chen Mengnan's paintings for a long time and felt the subtlety in them.
At this time, a young lady in the hall covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Suddenly, she turned over the ink on the desk and smeared the poems and books like a crow..."
Chen Xianggong's paintings are almost like spilled ink.
"Let's just graffiti, but when I go out to hang out, I, Chen Mengnan, pay attention to fairness. This painting costs two thousand taels, even if it is a penny less."
"Two thousand taels——"
"Ms. Chen, if you pay two hundred for the polishing fee for this handwriting of everyone in Fucheng..."
"Then you go find everyone in Fucheng?"
Chen Mengnan looked arrogant, "Don't you know that we are now strictly investigating 'images'? I'm taking such a big risk now and painting such a portrait that can easily be seized and implicated. Is getting two thousand taels too much?"
"Can it really ward off evil spirits?"
There is an old prostitute who is a private salt dealer. He is not a serious trader, but there is a pickle shop in front of him, so hanging out here is not bad.
The most indispensable thing for salt dealers is silver. This situation is actually exciting. After all, the most important thing for selling smuggled salt is to travel at night.
Nowadays, meeting robbers at night is no big deal, and meeting little monsters is no big deal, but if you meet a big demon, you are really no match.
The death of my friend and bodyguard is nothing, but the loss of my goods is really heartbreaking...
Therefore, as long as you can afford to buy a treasure that can slay demons and demons, it is worth spending money on.
In addition, private salt dealers are extremely sensitive to changes in the world, and they vaguely feel that they can only live in peace and stability if they have a treasure that they can take with them when traveling at home.
"As I said before, in the entire Beiyang Mansion, even including 'Cao Jiang Tongzhi' Wang Xianggong, no one is more reliable than me."
Just so confident.
"Two thousand taels...I want it!"
The private salt dealer had been thinking about it for a long time, thinking about how someone like Mr. Chen would not run away. He had no abilities and was just a famous ladybug. If he dared to lie to himself, he would dare to do something evil.
Furthermore, Mr. Chen’s biological father, Chen Yuanwai, has such a rich family, how can he care about this mere two thousand taels?
The money required for prostitution in "Wu Liu Lane" is not high, and you can play with just a few taels of silver. The fun-loving lady will give you a table of diner dishes and sing two little songs, and a day can pass.
This is a pleasant place, so the expenses are acceptable for merchants.
Occasionally, there are those who spend a lot of money, but it is only two or three hundred taels. No matter how much it is, it is rare.
Usually the most money you can make in a night is at the gambling table.
It is almost non-existent to just spend two thousand taels to play music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
The high-end gameplay found in Fucheng Jiaofang Siguan Ying Goulan is not available here.
"Boss Qian, it's really true!"
"As promised a long time ago, I also believe in Mr. Chen's character. Besides..."
"Two thousand five hundred taels! I want it!"
"..."
Before Boss Qian could finish his beautiful words, a tall and round man came over and said, "You bunch of ignorant people, this painting is for nothing."
The man directly took out three pieces of Jiangweidao Feiqian, two worth one thousand taels and one worth five hundred taels.
Someone recognized this man and shouted: "Lou Dutou, please forgive our blindness, but isn't Mr. Chen's skill even better than that of a demon-killing prisoner?"
"What do you know!"
Lou Du raised his head to the table, raised his hands to Chen Mengnan, and said politely: "Xiao Xianggong, you are polite."
Then he clarified everyone's confusion and said: "You all think that the 'image' to ward off evil spirits needs to be exactly the same as Wei... and Gong, but it is not the case. The portraits to ward off evil spirits do not take their shape, but their 'spirit'. As long as there is a 'spirit' ', you can suppress the evil spirits."
After that, he took out a jar from his arms with a seal on it: "Here is a 'catching ghost' sealed here. I caught it in Dongcheng and it has not been exterminated. It's just for you to see. .”
The prostitutes thought they were seeing a "catching ghost" and watched curiously. After the seal was torn open by Lou Dutou, the jar rattled and a monster with many legs, one eye and a big head jumped out.
This monster is not big, less than three inches and more than five inches. Its one eye looks fierce, and when its mouth is opened, it is full of fangs.
He made a chirping noise and was about to pounce on someone's face when he saw a white light emerge from the still-dry ink on the table, instantly piercing through the head of the "catcher".
With a snap, the little devil was instantly wiped out, leaving incense ashes all over the floor.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene. In addition to being surprised that this "catcher" turned out to be such a little monster, they also didn't expect that Chen Mengnan's graffiti could really be so magical.
"Lou, Lou Dutou! What, what's going on?!"
"It's really good at killing ghosts!"
"I didn't expect Mr. Chen to have such abilities!"
While everyone was amazed and complimenting him, they heard Lou Du head-turning and continued: "Don't think that this matter is simple. There are two things that are indispensable. One is Mr. Chen's reputation as a scholar, and the other is that Mr. Chen is very familiar with him. .The white light that you saw with your naked eyes just now is the spiritual energy. If you are not familiar with it, you will not be able to feel this kind of energy."
He said a lot, but did not say some key points, which is why Chen Mengnan was able to paint.
Treasures that can be used to ward off evil spirits cannot support supernatural powers without the foundation of spiritual practice.
If ordinary people do not underestimate their own abilities, they will usually lose their vitality and blood, and their energy and spirit will be sucked out by the treasures. In the end, they will die like a walking zombie, depressed.
Lou Dutou was so polite to Chen Mengnan because he discovered that Chen Mengnan had a good foundation and even had a rudiment of Taoism.
By drawing the gods and bones, there is a foundation and truth.
He spent these two thousand and five hundred taels to buy paintings just to add to his wealth. His real plan was to cooperate with Chen Mengnan and build a long-term business.
Others only regarded it as a one-shot deal, but Lou Dutou was hanging out in Beiyang Mansion and did not dare to know the current market situation thoroughly, but he said he knew a lot and definitely had the confidence.
Nowadays, because there is a patrol prison in Fucheng, and various celebrities are stationed in addition to the demon prison, we can't see anything wrong yet. But as time goes by, when there are more and more demons and ghosts, we know how important it is to ward off evil spirits.
Guarding Chen Mengnan, not to mention 2,500 taels, but 2,500,000 taels, that is something you can think about.
People inside the house were shocked, and Yaksha outside the house was even more shocked. He couldn't understand: How could this ladybug have such abilities?! Really, people cannot be judged by their appearance!
Lou Dutou's words woke up Yaksha. Looking back now, Chen Mengnan, the ladybug, did have a good relationship with Wei Hao, and Chen Mengnan did know Wei Hao quite well, and his grasp of his spiritual temperament was quite accurate.
After thinking about it like this, Yaksha immediately felt that Wei Hao was not worth it. A great knight, he chooses his friends carelessly. He chooses his friends carelessly.
When I think about Wei Hao going to the underworld to fish for people specifically for Chen Mengnan, it makes me think that Wei Hao is probably mentally ill.
"Three thousand taels!"
"Five thousand taels for your mother-in-law! Don't argue with me. Next time, let Mr. Chen do the painting next time. It's mine tonight, it's mine..."
"Hey, when are you going to bid?"
“First comer gets it!”
"The boss will take away the two thousand taels of money."
"Old Qian, I'll give you this number. If you give it to me, I'll take care of my future connections in Wuzhi County..."
"Shut the hell up, are you talking here? Listen to Mr. Chen."
During the quarrel, the boss who was the first to bid quickly said: "Xiao Xianggong, why don't you draw another one?"
"Do you think you're painting a landscape?"
After glancing at the private salt dealer, Chen Mengnan picked up the teapot and opened its spout. After taking a sip, he said leisurely, "I can't draw many paintings in a day, and I have to look at the time and feel. I don't feel like painting."
It’s no use coming out, it’s just graffiti.”
Chen Mengnan himself couldn't explain this clearly. He didn't understand poetry and painting and had never painted before, but he definitely felt this way about this "image".
The chivalrous spirit of Wei Hao that I envied in my heart was reflected in his writing.
He can't be a hero, whether it's to help the strong and the weak, or to punish the evil and eliminate the rapists, he can't do it, but it doesn't stop him from being envious. This is the simplest thought.
Among the classmates, there are not a few who are good at calligraphy and painting, and there are also some who can paint Wei Hao's image like a real person.
But just in response to that sentence, it is difficult to draw bones when painting people or tigers. When Chen Mengnan looked at those lifelike "images", he always felt that something was missing.
The picture is powerful and domineering, but it is only a picture.
Lou Dutou said "spirit", he felt that this was the key point.
"Xiao Xianggong Chen, would you like to make a charter?"
"Articles?"
Chen Mengnan thought for a while and said, "As for me, I am doing it for the convenience of others and myself. I don't want more money, even two thousand taels, not even a penny less, and I won't accept more. So, this painting is still money today."
The boss’s.”
"Little Chen Xiang..."
"Hey, don't worry. Lou Dutou, if you want it, come to my house tomorrow at midnight and I'll draw one for you."
Lou Dutou was a little anxious at first, but now he nodded immediately after hearing this, thinking secretly that he had to prepare some special paper, pen and ink himself.
If the materials used to ward off evil spirits are used well, they will be even more powerful.
With these words, everyone finally felt at ease. The ladies were also moved by this situation and invited Chen Mengnan to stay in "Five Willow Alley". However, Chen Mengnan had no interest in these ordinary human beauties and only wanted to recharge his batteries.
, then he said goodbye and left.
On the way home, Yasha looked confused: Is this okay?
"'Baojiaxian' opened his eyes and saw clearly. What are you afraid of if you don't have money? Isn't this money coming?"
"..."
"Sure enough, it is absolutely impossible to point to Yaksha to prosper the family and the house. Alas, it is better to ask for yourself than to ask for others."
"..."
The triumphant Chen Mengnan made Yasha angry. He wanted to kick him into the river, but he finally held back.
Chen Mengnan, who was lying in the cabin, smacked the taste, and then suddenly said: "Are you free now?"
"How?"
"Please send me a message when you have time."
"To whom? Wei?"
"What am I doing with an elephant?"
Chen Mengnan was speechless, and then said, "Go and see Miss Niu. If she is okay, just say hello to me. If she is in trouble, ask her. If you need money, I always have some here.
I’m short of food and clothing, so I’ll go to the City God’s Temple to burn some…”
"..."
The one-armed Yaksha was trembling all over. This ladybug was indeed very cowardly. He even said that he had softened his mind. It turned out that the lady in Goulan was not strong enough and could not compare to the health and strength of General Niu's sister.
"You almost became a ghost husband earlier, have you forgotten?"
"This moment and that moment, they were all misunderstandings, why should I care? Now is the troubled time, the world is so difficult, and Miss Niu's eldest brother is no longer a god in the local area. She is a weak woman, what if she meets a ruthless demon slayer?
Going to suffer?"
Chen Mengnan, who looked magnanimous, completely ignored Yasha's jaw-dropping words and continued plausibly, "I believe in fate. I feel that I am destined to be the wife of the Niu family."
"..."
"Are you my family's 'Baojiaxian'?"
"yes……"
The very aggrieved Yaksha felt that he couldn't do his job. He was Yaksha, he wanted to do evil, he wanted to kill people and set things on fire!
"Just be smart. You are missing an arm, not a leg. I have told you so about running errands. Just do it and worry about it for me."
"..."
Even though he only has one arm, one of Yasha's fists is still hard!