Painter

Chapter 136 130 Six: Birth

The 24 bronze mirrors had been cast long before the broken hairpins were sent by the young people in Ximojuli across the street. Surrounding the mirror profile, the style is like official script.But even if we searched the calligraphy books, we couldn't find the 24 characters, because the 24 characters are not commonly used characters, but the pictograms of 24 qi.

Lu Zijing untied the bundle, counted them, and put the bronze mirrors one by one into the bamboo box lined with paper.Outside the window came the sound of the Chuye drums from Qiaolou, faintly mixed with the thunder spell sung by the chicken man, who sang: "The sun is about to set, under the key of the fish, Long Taobu."

When Lu Zijing heard the sound of the drum, he let go of the bamboo box, went to the kitchen to light a fire, and after a while, cooked a bowl of soup.In the white soup, the red oil floats, the noodles sink to the bottom, and five sweet mustards lie on the side.He brought the soup slices to the side of the bamboo box, took a sip of the boiling soup, sandwiched a slice of noodles, and the heat was loud.

He has lived in seclusion in the market for a hundred years.

Practitioners of the two religions often travel around the world and refine their minds in the world of mortals, but the patriarch of Qingque Palace, the eighth generation of Jian Jie, has seen all the world of mortals, and has long since lost the need to refine his mind in the world of mortals.It was an oath that made him hide in the world of mortals.A hundred years ago, he was only short of piercing a layer of window paper before becoming enlightened. Because of this oath, a hundred years later, this layer of window paper is still pasted in front of his eyes.

Lu Zijing ate soup slices, recalling his past life.

For the octogenarians, it is not easy to recognize all the people around them, and it is even more difficult to recall the childish things.For Lu Zijing, it is easy to recall the events of this life, but it is a bit slow to recall the past life.

From the previous life to the first life, Lu Zijing's dynasties have changed several times, but Xuandu has not changed its name for thousands of years.More than a thousand years ago, the world was in turmoil, and heroes rose together. He was born in Lingnan, and he was born in a family of staff. When I went to Jiangguo as an envoy, I came to Xuandu, and strayed into the place where Taoists discussed the law. As a mortal, I fought swords with Taoists. If I win, I can enter Qingque Palace.

In this life, he practiced the "Zangjing Lu Xingjian Sutra" for 40 years without a single defeat. The sword next to him in this life is called Buguang.

In the second life after the sword was solved, he preferred to forge swords. He traveled around the world and forged more than a thousand swords.

In the third life, he abandoned Taoism and practiced martial arts, watched waterfalls and volcanoes, spring rivers and winter snows, took advantage of the natural force, achieved spiritual transformation, and left ten swords.

In the fourth world, go back to the Qingque Palace, practice the "Nine Transformations and Ten Transformations Sutra", and pay attention to the shape of the sword.

In the fifth world, in the troubled times, use killing to prove the Tao, build the Lu Kingdom, and pay attention to the Jun sword.

In the sixth generation, he studied the number of the way of heaven and left the Dayan Sword.

In the seventh life, the six consciousnesses are cut off, the heart of the sword is revealed, and the sword is left useless.

In the eighth world, he searched all over the world for an invincible hand, held a unique sword, and wanted to split the gate of Taodu Mountain, but he only opened a gap in the gate, but was caught by a spiritual book named Yin Shengxie in Dayong Kingdom. Cheng is defeated, and the sword is folded at the foot of Taodu Mountain.

Because of this defeat, he abandoned the way of swordsmanship, and spent a hundred years wandering around in a cage, and now it's time for him to be born.

There was still half a slice of soup left, so Lu Zijing put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a white handkerchief, picked up the bamboo box, went to the door with a green oilcloth umbrella, and went out.

Back then, the patriarch of the Qingque Palace split a gap in the gate of the ground with a sword, and set off a chaos of demons that lasted for a hundred years. The so-called murderous intent of a person, turning the world upside down, is probably talking about this person.But the old mirror grinder walked very simply, as if he just felt that the soup tasted bland, so he went to the neighbor's house to exchange vinegar with a bronze mirror.

He set foot on the streets of Banrifang, the curfew had already been lifted, and there were occasional vendors on the street.When approaching Dongshi, fishing fires are all over the river, and the shadows of street lights linger under the humidity.People who have lived in Xuandu for a long time know that it is going to rain when they see this moisture.Pedestrians strolling at night mostly carried umbrellas, and some of the disciples of Gaoliang had Zhu Wen looming on their wrists, apparently prepared to avoid the rain.

Before the rain fell, the old man in sackcloth walked to the center of the West Market and held up his umbrella.The moment he opened the umbrella, the first drop of rain from Xuandu hit the tip of a pedestrian's nose, and the coolness was so weak that it was like an illusion.It wasn't until the pedestrian stretched out his hand and touched a few drops of night rain on his palm that he realized that the rain had started to fall, so he became the second person to hold the umbrella.

Then came the third, fourth, and even the street full of umbrellas of different colors, blooming in the long street under the night rain.

Because of that moment of foresight, the rain seemed to fall because of Lu Zijing's umbrella.The floor tiles are gradually stained with water, just like a mirror, reflecting the lights in the mats on the street, extending all the way to the north of Xuandu City.Lu Zijing walked north along the street, and the place he was going to was Luming Academy.

As he walked on the road, recalling his previous life, the raindrops around him trembled and shattered into a little mist.But that's all, no one on the street noticed it, let alone the momentum of being unrivaled in the world.

But thousands of miles away, there was a drunken ranger lying in the house, sleeping soundly.You Xia'er held a sword in his arms, only half of the blade remained in the sheath.The so-called ranger is just someone who idles around and does not do business properly, and this ranger is no different.This person is not a practitioner and has no background, but he snatched the broken sword when someone was collecting debts.You Xia'er only knows that although the sword is broken, it can cut iron like mud, so he regards it as a treasure.At this moment, the scabbard trembled.You Xia'er opened his sleepy eyes, turned over, and continued snoring loudly.

Lu Zijing walked through Dongshi, recalling the previous life, the sound of rain and people's voices disappeared in his ears, and the shadows of people and lights disappeared in his eyes.The six senses are all gone, only the sword heart remains.

Thousands of miles away, in the Jiange of Xiyi Mountain, suddenly there was a sword chiming.Beside the Jiange, in the small room, a white-clothed Taoist showed surprise.He left the small room, walked into the Jiange, found the self-sounding sword, looked at it for a moment, put the sword to the west, and said to himself: "But Xiezi was blind in the Qingque Palace, and he lost his consciousness. Could it be this It's fate..."

Lu Zijing returned to her six senses and recalled her previous life.

In Yujing City, in the Guanxing Pavilion of Qintianjian, there is a sword hanging on the wall.The blade of the sword buzzed, and it almost flew away from the scabbard.A dumb boy looked up at the sword with a foolish expression.

When Lu Zijing recalled the Fifth World, in the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, the sword-killing god Jun Zheng flew out of the scabbard!Zhenxi Wang Han Ke put his sword back into its sheath, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his face was solemn.He stepped out of the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion and came to Deyue Tower, his eyes were like birds of prey, overlooking Xuandu, but he couldn't find any trace of Lu Zijing.

The next moment, in the sword mound of Qingque Palace, sword chant suddenly rose!On the beam of the small pot, light smoke was lingering, and Wang Liyang, the supervisor, put down the scriptures and murmured: "Patriarch?"

Immediately afterwards, somewhere in an ancient battlefield in Liuzhao, bones were exposed in the wild, and flocks of vultures gathered.Suddenly, there was a foreign body trembling in the soil, the bones were pulled out, a cold light suddenly appeared, and the flocks of vultures flew away!

Almost at the same time, the general of Dayong Kingdom was in prison, and the prison was holding a sword in his hand, and the light was as cold as snow.This sword is his favorite work, it took half a year to make it.At this time, there was a sword chiming on the sword stand, the prisoner was stunned for a while, he held up the Feijing sword, his hands trembled, and murmured "Excalibur Ziming" dozens of times.Looking at his proud work again, he felt ashamed, sighed, and threw the newly cast sword into the furnace, discarding it like a shoe.

Lu Zijing regained the supernatural powers of the previous life, and the eight swords blew together, which is well known in the world.

But no one knew that the old mirror grinder from Banrifang left Xuandu, walked up the mountain road of Luming Academy, and walked towards the Qingxinyuan.

In the Qingxin courtyard, the incense of Jingzi has been burned out. Li Chan condensed the ray of evil energy from Dongsheng into Xiangsuishen, and was about to take a rest when suddenly there was a knock on the door.After opening the door, Li Chan was taken aback when he saw the old mirror grinder across the street from Ximoju.

"Old Lu?"

Lu Zijing put away the umbrella, held the bamboo box, and asked, "Does Li Lang remember that you still owe me a painting?"

Li Chan didn't know how the old man got here, suppressed his doubts, and asked, "What does Mr. Lu want me to draw?"

"Draw a person."

"Who?"

"Yin overcomes evil."

"Yin wins evil?" Li Chan didn't have the slightest impression of Lu Zijing's name, and smiled wryly, "Mr. Lu is embarrassing me. I haven't seen this person before, so how can I draw it?"

Lu Zijing looked past Li Chan, looked into the room, and said with a smile, "You can't draw, so you might as well let that pen try."

(End of this chapter)