Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 318
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.

Generally, people in the village here go to the city early in the morning and come back in the afternoon, and the time is almost the same now.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before there were footsteps coming. All four members of the family from the city came back. The husband and wife brought two boys, one big and one small, and the older boy and the couple were carrying things. The youngest one Grab a stick and swing it around.

The old lady and Miao Zhu greeted them immediately, and after exchanging pleasantries, they all went back 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 things that are relatively rare for rural people, as well as some red paper, which are used to let nearby people who can read and write help write Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters, such as Laomiaozhu.

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

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

"It's not far from the county seat, but it's really not in the city. A dilapidated ancestral house. I planted a few trees and surrounded a fence. I called myself Mr. Caolu. I couldn't see it a few years ago. The house collapsed. Last year I came back during the drought, but I didn’t see him go out.”

"Yes, yes, a scholar who is quite old, has no fame and fortune, no family and career, and no heirs. It is really embarrassing."

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

The whole family spoke to each other, as if they could keep criticizing that relative from their mouths. I could hear Lao Miaozhu frowning frequently, and I could also hear Yi Shuyuan shaking his head slightly. As for shaking his head because there were more so-called relatives, or It's hard to say more about the scene in front of me.

"Then he is afraid of outsiders visiting?"

After Lao Miaozhu asked this question, he already had the idea of ​​going there. He dared not neglect the things entrusted by the gods.

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

Speaking of this old temple, Zhu suddenly yelled at the side.

"Don't move around!"

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, children are not sensible."

"Hmph! Children are ignorant, and you are also ignorant? Last time you provoked a ghost, if you hate this mahogany stick, you will be shocked this time!"

Lao Miaozhu was not in a good mood, and put the mahogany stick on his knees. Although the stick was used as a walking stick and self-defense, he did things in awe, not to be profane.

Saying that, Lao Miaozhu stood up.

"It's not always good luck to be disciplined. You will be [-] soon, and you will be one year older. We country children can't lack discipline! I'm leaving!"

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

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

Miao Zhu opened the door of the kitchen, and the cold outside rushed over, making him tighten his clothes.

The family sent him to the gate of the courtyard.

"Uncle Qigui, how about going to the Earth Temple to ask you to write?"

"Okay, come here 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 peach stick. He was still walking vigorously on the dirt road attached to the mountain. He looked at the sky, and 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 in that family for a while, and then felt it quietly, and stepped out of the wind and cloud, and went to the Xintian County.

The courtyard living alone outside Beicheng is actually still very wide, but in Yi Shuyuan, it is not difficult to find it, it is almost divine, and he immediately knows the exact location, and stands outside the courtyard.

The yard is quite big, and the area surrounded by fences in front of and behind the house adds up to an acre of land. 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 courtyard, Yi Shuyuan felt a strange feeling in his heart, and soon showed a strange expression.

After turning around outside the house, Yi Shuyuan stepped out and entered the house.

As soon as he entered the house, Yi Shuyuan's eyes suddenly brightened. The main house is not small, except for a partition inside which is supposed to be used for sleeping. Outside, except for furniture and some sundries, the house is full of calligraphy and paintings.

Not only are calligraphy and paintings hung on the walls, but in the relatively spacious main house, there are ropes tied to bamboo poles to hang them. This shelf is not a clothes hanger, but a hanger for paintings.

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

These paintings are dazzling, and they are naturally well drawn in the eyes of ordinary people, but in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, the level of the paintings is quite different.

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 in mind, Yi Shuyuan finally stood by one side of the wall and looked at a large black cloth hanging, which was about the size of a table cover for a table for eight people.

This black cloth is also one of the reasons why Yi Shuyuan looked weird outside the courtyard just now, because it is very interesting that there is a portrait on the black cloth, which is the portrait of the true emperor.

This sage and true monarch can be described as lifelike. Although the overall tone is relatively monotonous, and the statue is painted in pale gold, the outlines are complex and the charm is striking.

Even if Yi Shuyuan is standing here, he has to admit that the painting is really good!
As for the back of the black cloth, Yi Shuyuan already understood that it should be the painting that the bear boy tore off a corner of.

After working for a long time, I still hold this painting?

This kind of weird thought made Yi Shuyuan feel dumbfounded, but at the same time, he also had another deeper understanding of his transformation of the divine way. Only one portrait had a miraculous effect!

Yi Shuyuan couldn't do anything right now, so he first went to the partitioned bedroom to see what the painter looked like.

Compared with the spaciousness of the outside space, the sleeping place of the owner is quite small. There are several wooden boxes for clothes and sundries, and a short single bed. The owner does not seem to sleep peacefully wrapped in a quilt.

This is a man in his early fifties, his beard and hair are already grey, his face is very thin, his eye sockets are sunken and his cheekbones protrude, but overall he can only be thin, not to the point of frightening .

Yi Shuyuan frowned slightly, this seemed to be just an ordinary person, a person with outstanding skills, but he was already sleeping before dark.

"Ugh"

The person on the bed sighed, apparently already awake, he opened his eyes and stared blankly at the beam.

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

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

Soon the man put on his clothes, trembling slightly, he walked outside the partitioned bedroom, his eyes flicked through his paintings, and finally stood in front of the black cloth with the portrait of the Holy Lord.

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 also respected Xiansheng Zhenjun.

"True Monarch, true Monarch, how can I draw it?"

Yi Shuyuan was standing next to the portrait, squinting slightly at the man. In this state, it was obvious that he was obsessed with one thing and paranoid to a considerable extent.

After saluting, the man lifted his hands upwards, took off the black cloth, and hung it in the empty space where the bamboo pole was hanging behind him. The statue faced the wall, and a cornerless picture was exposed where the black cloth originally covered.

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

And on this picture, there are many, many ghosts densely drawn. The ghosts are in different shapes, and each ghost is lifelike. If ordinary people stand here, they will 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 pressed in the Earth Temple in Zhangjia Village before is really just a small corner in this painting, and in this painting, there is no exaggerated evil spirit, just like an extremely realistic, so realistic Looking at scary paintings, they are just paintings.

In the center of the upper part of nearly a hundred ghosts, there is a figure in white clothes. This is the only one that looks like a person, but this person's clothes are loose and black hair is long and flowing, but there is no male or female. He has no face, just like a faceless person.

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

"I can't draw it"

The man murmured again, Yi Shuyuan looked sideways at him, what face could not be drawn?

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

It is the former that naturally deserves attention, and the latter is even more remarkable.

In this painting, Yi Shuyuan can already see that this person's painting skills have reached an extraordinary state, and even to a certain extent, reached the point of "breeding the fairy in the painting"
Or the ghost in the painting?
(End of this chapter)