Royal Master Painter

Chapter 1 Wu Lao Liu is dead (for collection)

Wu Lao Liu is dead!

He didn't know how or when he died, and he didn't even know who Wu Lao Liu was, but Jiang Li was very happy, or it could be said that he was very happy as long as someone died.

Jiang Tan's slender fingers pressed the bamboo strip in his hand on his knee, and the arc he wanted appeared, and then tied it with other bamboo strips with thin threads to fix it firmly.

Because when I am in a good mood, I can’t help humming a little song. The work in my hand is very skillful, simple and practical without any redundant movements. After the frame is formed, paste red and white paper and draw facial features and eyes on the paper. A vivid paper man appeared in front of him.

That's right, he is a tinkerer.

It's not that he wanted to do this kind of profession of eating dead food at a young age. When he crossed over to this young man named Jiang Li, he only knew how to make paper.

People, no matter how proud they are, they still have to eat.

Wu Laoliu's family has sent a deposit of two taels of silver for each of the six pairs of boys and girls. This price is the most expensive among all the color-tied craftsmen in the town, but there is a reason why it is expensive.

After binding, I took the remaining paper and cut it, and soon a paper figurine appeared in my hand.

After Jiang Greed painted the hands, feet and eyes on the paper with a brush, he stood the paper figure on the table. Instead of falling down, the paper figure moved by itself.

The paper arms and paper legs bounced around on the table, turning somersaults from time to time, with a naive look.

The breeze blew past the thin body of the paper figurine and swayed in the wind, holding the table firmly with both hands so as not to be blown away.

At first, Jiang Li was still a novelty, but later he learned from his grandfather that this world is called Yuling Continent, and as long as he can "enlighten", he can give spirituality to the things he created.

A painter can make a fairy in a painting, a scholar can make a word with dragons and phoenixes flying together, and a Confucian student can express the law with an article.

Of course, this is what Grandpa Jiang greedy said inadvertently when he was bragging. He has never seen whether it is like this. In short, practice is no longer the privilege of a certain type of people. Once enlightened, even a barber can shave Come out a land fairy.

Several generations of the Jiang family have been craftsmen, and Jiang Greed has been enlightened very early on. Making such a little paper man who can jump and jump is just the most superficial method.

Jiang Greed concentrated on the work in hand, and let the little paper figurine climb up to the top of his head along his trousers. The playful little paper figurine fell down because he couldn't stand still. Jiang Li caught it with his hands and put it on the ground for stability.

Someone pushed open the courtyard door and ran in with a face full of joy. The young man's name was Li Youlang, with bright teeth and beautiful eyes. He was dressed in plain white and had a white belt around his waist. Others wore white to look pretty, but this man wore white to look good. Just to give people mourning.

"Jiang Zhi, good news, Wu Lao Liu is dead"

"I know, people from his family have already been here"

"Then I won't change clothes anymore, business is booming these days."

Li Youlang couldn't hide his joy. He and Jiang Li, the paper-maker, both ate the same bowl of rice. The difference was that Jiang Li was doing the handicraft of the paper-maker, while he sang elegy.

This is also a custom in Nanping Town for many years. When a person dies at a funeral, a handsome young man will be selected in the town to sing an elegy to the dead beside the hearse.

"Watch Your Step"

Li Youlang looked down and saw that the palm-sized paper figurine had been stepped on by him at some point, and now he was struggling and beating his feet feebly while waving his light little hands.

Li Youlang has long been familiar with Jiang Greed's magical method. After moving his feet, he picked up the little paper man and put it on his shoulder. I kicked my head several times, but it didn't hurt.

"Don't be too happy, I heard that Wu Lao Liu seems to have hit a ghost, and he has been restless for the past few nights, and he doesn't know what will happen tomorrow." Jiang Li shook his head and was worried.

"Did you die from a collision? No wonder you gave me three taels of silver."

The entire Nanping Town hadn't met one in three or two years, and Li Youlang felt a chill down his back when he thought of the scene of the last one who had been buried by the evil spirit.

"Do you have a solution?" Li Youlang asked.

"Who knows, when I go to deliver the lighting device, you can help me and see what's going on first."

Jiang Greed wasn't sure either, and it was his first time doing it himself.

"After your grandfather dies, you will be the only one who understands these gods and ghosts in the whole town. Then you have to protect me."

Li Youlang is an orphan in Nanping Town. Jiang Li's parents died early, and his grandfather also passed away a few years ago, leaving him alone. The two became acquaintances because they often went to and fro for the people in the town.

Li Youlang didn't care about auspiciousness or inauspiciousness, he picked up a virgin boy with one hand, and he was very realistic in terms of appearance and figure.

"I have to say, your family's craftsmanship is really amazing." Li Youlang was amazed.

"It's important to do serious business"

The two of them walked towards Wu Laoliu's house with a few in each hand. It would be unlucky to encounter such funeral things, so they would choose to send the funeral supplies to the deceased's home at night.

The Wu family is not a wealthy family, the two entered through the back door and walked around the courtyard to the main hall.

There is a white coffin on the mourning hall. If it is the end of life, the red coffin is usually used. Only those who died in vain or crashed will use white coffins.

The relatives and friends who expressed condolences have all left, only the members of the Wu family are left, and an old woman with tears on her face is still guarding the funeral.

"Madam Wu, I have brought you everything you asked for."

As a color tie maker who has been working for so long, for Jiang Li, there is no difference between the living and the dead. In his eyes, everyone is a customer and a future customer, so he has a good attitude towards his customers.

"Thank you for your hard work." The old woman thanked me listlessly.

Jiang Li placed the bound boys and girls on the left and right, and took advantage of the old woman's inattentiveness to stuff a cut-out paper figurine into the gap in the coffin.

Jiang Li and Li Youlang were supposed to leave after delivering the paper bundles, but they didn't leave after they left the courtyard, but lay on the wall and stared at the courtyard to see if there was anything strange.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, the two of them squatted for half the night and felt a little sleepy.

quack.
The hoarse cry of an old crow suddenly woke them up a bit. A tree full of crows landed on a bare tree not far away.

"My grandfather said that it is difficult for people to detect the invisible evil spirit. Only crows are the most sensitive. It seems that there is really a problem here." Looking at these old crows, Jiang Tan became more and more convinced that Wu Laoliu had hit the evil spirit.

It was originally the spring season, but there was a slight chill in the courtyard. Jiang Li watched the hairs on his arms stand upright.

From the full moon to the middle of the sky, the cold moonlight slanted on the white coffin in the mourning hall, and the old lady who was keeping watch lay motionless in front of the mourning hall as if she had fallen asleep.

"There is movement"

Li Youlang pestered Jiang Li with his arm, and after the moonlight shone on the coffin, there was an indiscernible gray air rising.

"Sure enough, it hit Shasha"

The old crows on the tree became more and more active, and their hoarse and noisy calls made people feel a little disturbed.

The little paper man in the coffin crawled out from the gap in the coffin after feeling this breath, then jumped to the ground and ran away in the direction of the two as if leaving the mourning hall.

Seeing the gray air on the white coffin getting thicker and thicker, Jiang Li didn't care about being afraid to turn over the wall into the courtyard and put the little paper figurine in his arms.

The little paper figurine poured into Jiang Li's body with a kind of cool power. He was a little sluggish after staying up for most of the night, but after absorbing the mysterious aura, his spirit suddenly shook.

Dead people and some people who are about to die will carry a strange power, and the enlightened Jiang Li accidentally discovered that he can absorb this power from the human body through the medium of paper man to strengthen himself. better than nothing.

Li Youlang ran to the side of the old woman, at this moment the old woman's complexion was livid and she had passed out.

"How is this going"

"Yin evil spirit will be attracted to strangers, if we leave, I can sell another set of things." There was a bit of regret in Jiang Lian's words.

"This is why people like you have no friends. The first thing you think of when you see someone is when they will die."

Jiang Tan looked at Li Youlang strangely, he was a fox on the mountain, how did he say that he was so righteous.

"Don't make yourself so noble, if no one dies, we will starve to death"

When the gray air filled the mourning hall, the boys and girls placed on both sides of the coffin also made some movements. One of the boys first rolled his eyeballs a few times, then raised his arm creakingly and swung it again. He shook his head, and his movements were stiff.

It didn't work for a while, all the boys and girls made of paper started to move, and their movements became more and more flexible, just like real children chasing Huiqi in the mourning hall.

With immature hands, he pulled out a stick of gray gas and stuffed it into his mouth. The paper was devouring the evil spirit that could hurt people. Fortunately, no one saw this scene, otherwise they might be shocked by the scene in front of them.

After swallowing, these boys and girls ran towards Jiang Li again, and one of them directly hugged Li Youlang's head.

"Okay, don't make a fuss and come here"

Jiang Li clapped his hands, and all the boys and girls returned to their original appearance.

Originally, some old crows had landed on the roof of the mourning hall, but after the evil spirit disappeared, these old crows circled around for a few times before reluctantly leaving.

"Such craftsmanship is really amazing." Li Youlang praised repeatedly.

"That must be, our family is a century-old store, and there is no negative comment from the customers we serve."

However, Li Youlang thinks that the reason why there are no bad reviews may be because the main service people can't open their mouths.

"Have you learned all of your grandfather's tricks?"

"I have learned a lot about the craft, but my level of enlightenment is still too low. These boys and girls can only use it for two days at most."

"What about two days later?" Li Youlang asked.

"It's best to send it smoothly tomorrow, otherwise there will be endless troubles, and the biggest trouble is not Wu Lao Liu, but the place where Wu Lao Liu hit the evil spirit!"

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