Talk about the world of mortals in detail

As she spoke, the old woman made tea for Laomiao Zhu, and even took out some wild products collected from the mountains to entertain her. They just chatted and drank tea, waiting for the people at home to come back.

Usually people in the villages here get up early when they go to the city and come back in the afternoon. It's almost time now.

Sure enough, not long after waiting, footsteps were heard. A family of four who had gone to the city had returned. The couple brought two boys, an older one and a younger one. The older boy and the couple were both carrying things, and the youngest one was Grab a stick and swing it around.

The old woman and Miao Zhu immediately welcomed her out, and naturally after a while of greetings, they all returned to the house to ask and chat.

The weather was cold, and the family and the visitor, Lao Miao Zhu, were all chatting in the kitchen. Because the stove was still on, it was obviously warmer than anywhere else in the house.

While listening to their chat, Yi Shuyuan observed the family and the things they brought back from the city.

In addition to sugar, salt and other in-demand items, there are also some rare things for rural people, as well as some red paper, which are used to let people nearby who can read and write help write Spring Festival couplets and blessing words, such as old temple blessings.

Then Yi Shuyuan's attention was gradually attracted by the sounds of several people talking.

"So, your relative lives alone outside the city, not in the city?"

"Not far from the county seat, but not in the city, there is a dilapidated ancestral house. I planted a few trees and built a fence. I call myself Mr. Thatched Cottage. I couldn't see him in the past few years. The house collapsed. Last year I came back during the drought, but I didn’t see him going out.”

"That's right, that's right. A scholar is very old. First, he has no fame or fortune. Second, he has not started a family. Third, he is unlikely to have any heirs. It is really embarrassing."

"Also, I live in a lonely and lonely life, and I am very lonely."

The whole family was talking to each other, and it seemed as if they could keep talking about that relative. Lao Miao Zhu frowned frequently, and Yi Shuyuan on the side shook his head slightly. As for whether he shook his head because there were more so-called relatives, or because there were more relatives. It would be hard to describe the scene in front of me.

"Then he shouldn't allow outsiders to visit?"

Lao Miaozhu asked this question, and he already had the idea of ​​​​going there. He did not dare to neglect the things entrusted by the gods.

"Well, I really don't like outsiders visiting. Since we are still relatives after all, he will entertain us when we go there, but he doesn't show any good looks, especially last time."

Speaking of this, Lao Miaozhu suddenly shouted and cursed to the side.

"Don't move!"

The child on the side trembled in fright at this sound and hurriedly ran back to his mother. It turned out that the child had just taken a thin firewood with sparks on the top from the stove and used it to poke the peach wood next to the old Miao Zhu. stick.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Uncle Qigui, kids are ignorant."

"Hmph! Children are not sensible, and you adults are not sensible either? Last time I provoked a ghost. If this peach wood staff was evil, I will be shocked this time!"

Laomiao Zhu was not angry when he spoke, and put his mahogany stick on his knees. Although the stick was used as a crutch and for self-defense, he did something with awe and could not be blasphemed.

As he said this, Lao Miaozhu stood up.

"It's not always good luck that comes with good discipline. I'm going to be thirty soon, and I'm going to be one year older again. We country kids can't lack discipline! I'm leaving!"

"Hey, Uncle Qigui, sit down for a while." "Yes, sit down for a while!"

"No, no, I still have something to do!"

Miao Zhu opened the kitchen door, and the chill outside suddenly hit him, causing him to tighten his clothes.

The family sent him to the gate of the hospital.

"Uncle Qigui, why don't you go to Tutu Temple tomorrow to find me to write for you?"

"Okay, come over when I'm here, but not today. I have something to do today. Let's go, don't send it off!"

Lao Miaozhu waved his hand and left with his mahogany stick. He was still walking vigorously on the dirt road close to the mountain. He looked at the sky. There was no sun in the sky. It seemed that it was going to rain, or more likely, it was going to snow.

Yi Shuyuan stayed at that house for a while, then he felt it calmly, and then he crossed the wind and cloud in one step and headed to Xintian County.

The courtyard where one lives alone outside Beicheng is actually still very wide, but it is naturally not difficult to find it in Yi Shuyuan. Almost as soon as he reached it with his spiritual thoughts, he immediately knew the exact location and stood outside the courtyard.

The yard is quite large. The area surrounded by fences in front and back of the house totals an acre. There are some trees planted inside and outside the yard, including mulberry, willow and osmanthus.

The houses in the courtyard are a relatively large main house and an adjacent kitchen, plus a hut on the edge of the courtyard. They all look very old, but they are not dilapidated.

Standing outside the hospital, Yi Shuyuan felt a strange feeling in his heart, and soon showed a strange expression.

After walking around outside the house, Yi Shuyuan took a step forward and reached the house.

As soon as he entered the house, Yi Shuyuan's eyes suddenly lit up. The main room was not small. Except for a partition inside that was probably used for sleeping, and in addition to furniture and some sundries on the outside, the room was full of calligraphy and paintings.

Not only are calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, but there are also bamboo poles tied with ropes to hang in the relatively spacious main room. This rack is not a clothes drying rack, but is used to hang paintings.

Flowers, birds, insects, fish, landscapes, humanities, strange phantoms.

There are more than a hundred calligraphy and paintings of various sizes, and many of them are very skilled. Although many paintings lack charm, selling calligraphy and paintings on the street is enough to make a living.

There is a dazzling array of these paintings, and they are naturally very good in the eyes of ordinary people, but in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, the difference in the level of the paintings is relatively large.

Some paintings can only be said to be good, some paintings are lifelike, and some paintings have their own charm.

Of course, this cannot be said to be abnormal. After all, there may be times when you draw casually and when you draw seriously. What really puzzled Yi Shuyuan is that many of the paintings have very different styles.

With these thoughts, Yi Shuyuan finally stood by the wall on one side and looked at a large black cloth hanging, which was as big as the cover of a table for eight people.

This black cloth is also one of the reasons why Yi Shuyuan looked strange outside the courtyard just now, because what is very interesting is that there is a portrait on this black cloth, which is the portrait of the Xian Sheng Zhenjun.

This statue of the Holy Monarch can be said to be lifelike. Although the whole body has a relatively single tone and is painted in light gold, the outlines of the lines are complex and the charm is remarkable.

Even if Yi Shuyuan is standing here, he has to admit that this painting is very good!

As for the back of the black cloth, Yi Shuyuan has already figured out that it should be the painting that the naughty kid tore off a corner of.

After working on it for a long time, am I still stuck with this painting?

This weird thought made Yi Shuyuan feel dumbfounded, but at the same time he also had a deeper understanding of his own divine transformation. Just one painting had a magical effect!

Yi Shuyuan didn't have much to do at this moment, so he went to the partitioned bedroom to see what the painter looked like.

Compared with the spaciousness of the outside space, the sleeping area of ​​the house owner seems quite small. There are a few wooden boxes for clothes and sundries, and a short single bed. The owner of the house seems to be sleeping uneasily while wrapped in a quilt.

This is a man who looks to be in his early fifties. His beard and hair are already gray, his face is very thin, his eye sockets are sunken and his cheekbones are protruding, but overall he is only thin, not shocking. .

Yi Shuyuan frowned slightly. He seemed to be just an ordinary person, a person with superb skills, but he was already sleeping before it got dark.

"well"

The man on the bed sighed, obviously awake. He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the beams.

"I can't draw it, I can't draw it."

The man scratched his hair and then sat up from the bed. He looked very decadent with his disheveled hair. Judging from this situation, it seemed that he didn't go to bed early, but woke up late.

The man quickly put on his clothes and trembled slightly as he walked outside the partitioned bedroom. His eyes wandered through his paintings, and finally he stood in front of the black cloth with the portrait of the Holy Monarch.

Seeing that the black cloth was still covering the portrait, the man seemed to relax a little and bowed respectfully to the image on the black cloth.

Although the man traveled abroad and had passed the flood when he returned home, as a Lingdong native, he still respected the True Lord Xian Sheng.

"Zhenjun, Zhenjun, how can I draw it?"

Yi Shuyuan stood next to the portrait, looking at the man with slightly squinted eyes. In this state, he was obviously obsessed with one thing to a certain extent.

After the salute, the man raised his hands, took off the black cloth, and hung it in the empty space behind the bamboo pole. The statue faced the wall, and where the black cloth had originally covered it, a picture with a missing corner was revealed.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan's eyes couldn't help but widen slightly. The picture was very big, as big as the black cloth covering it.

And on this picture, there are many, many ghosts densely drawn. The ghosts have different shapes, and each ghost is lifelike. If an ordinary person stood here, he would probably feel creepy.

However, in front of the painting at this moment, one is the painter, and the other is the invisible and immaterial spirit of the immortal traveling far away, so naturally there is no such exaggerated reaction.

The piece of paper that was previously pressed in the Earth Temple in Zhangjiacun is really just a small corner in this painting, and I don’t feel much exaggerated evil in this painting. It’s like an extremely realistic and lifelike painting. Looking at the scary paintings is just a painting.

In the upper center of these nearly a hundred ghosts, there is a figure dressed in white. This is the only one that looks like a human. However, this person's clothes are wide and his black hair is long and flowing. However, he cannot tell whether he is male or female, and he has no face. He seems to be a faceless man.

The man's eyes were focused on the center of the painting, and Yi Shuyuan was also attracted to this man.

"I can't draw it."

The man murmured again, and Yi Shuyuan looked sideways at him. What face could he not draw?

Yi Shuyuan's expression became very serious. Has this person ever seen so many ghosts in the painting? Or is it just relying on imagination?

If it is the former, it will naturally attract attention. If it is the latter, it will be even more remarkable.

In this painting, Yi Shuyuan can already see that this person's painting skills have reached an extraordinary level, and even to a certain extent, he has reached the point of "breeding the fairy in painting"

Or the ghost in the painting?