Yuanshin: The Eye of God Lights Up Again

A "dead" word.

"Guest, it seems a little unlucky to write this word on the Rongcai Festival."

Taro Yashima spoke, his tone much more reserved than before.

After all, a great calligrapher deserves the respect of Taro Yashima.

"What I write has nothing to do with you."

The masked man still answered so crisply, and then threw out a few moras again.

"You said fifty moras for a piece of paper, and that's money for another piece of paper."

Taro Yashima had a sad expression on his face.

Is it about money?It's clearly not about money.

For the first time, Yashima Taro had the idea of ​​wanting to quarrel with other people.

But as the masked man said, what he wrote had nothing to do with him, so Taro Yashima could only persuade him.

and...

Taro Yashima glanced at the words in his hand.

Although it is a bit unlucky, it is impossible not to show such a good character.

"I see."

As if compromising, Yashima Taro said: "Your work will be admired here."

As if he didn't hear Yashima Taro's words, the masked man turned around and left here as neatly as his tone.

The figure of the man in the mask left Yashima Taro's sight, and Yashima Taro immediately put his gaze on the writing in his hand.

"This world is really embarrassing."

Yashima Taro muttered like this, but hung the words on the display stand honestly.

Just turned around, only to find a person standing on the bookstall.

The man turned around, with the same mask on his face, but it was a white fox mask.

"Boss, it's fifty Mora."

The gentle voice made Yashima Taro judge that it was a girl, and the voice felt inexplicably familiar.

But before Taro Yashima could figure out where he heard the voice, the masked girl had already turned around and put Mora on the table.

The girl picked up the pen she had just used and looked at the light ink in the corner.

Just when Yashima Taro thought she was writing with light ink like the last person, the masked girl turned to stain the ink on the other side.

Yashima Taro's thoughts returned from the wafting smell of ink, and he remembered that the top piece of paper had been used.

"and many more..."

Before she finished speaking, the girl had already finished writing.

The brush touches the paper, and then it moves without barriers.

Word after word, word after word.

After arranging a series of words, Taro Yashima realized that it was a poem.

The wild fox sings the moon in the mountains, and the egret falls in front of the bitter tree.

Chapter 75 You must be a master of calligraphy!

Taro Yashima does not understand poetry, after all, one cannot expect a Buddhist to understand everything.

But when it comes to calligraphy...

The paper in front of the table was picked up by Taro Yashima, and the poems on it were written in one stroke, and the thick black ink was everywhere on the paper.

Taro Yashima remembered that the piece of paper in front of him was stained with light ink, and the entire piece of paper had a vague outline of the word "death".

But now, that "death" is completely covered by black ink, which shows that the writer also considered how to cover these light inks when writing.

Perhaps it is also the case that the first time I see the light ink but choose other inks.

"Miss is amazing."

Taro Yashima sighed from the bottom of his heart, but after the impact of the masked man before, Taro Yashima didn't look too surprised this time.

"It's nothing more than hard work, it's nothing."

The girl wearing the fox mask spoke calmly, as if she was used to these words.

Taro Yashima wanted to continue speaking, but seeing that the masked girl didn't give him a chance to speak, he turned and left silently.

How should I put it... It seems that Daozuma has a lot of calligraphy from everyone.

Thinking of this, Yashima Taro took the paper full of verses and hung it on the display stand, but before hanging it up, he heard a voice behind him.

"That's a good word."

The previous display stand had only one word, Yashima Taro certainly knew which word he was talking about.

The man behind him has good taste, but not very high taste.

Everyone can say "this word is good", but few people can say where the "good" is.

"The handwriting is sharp yet round, the horizontal folds are transparent, and the author's crispness can be seen between the strokes. Even the strength of the pen is extremely rare. The light ink enters the paper. People's hearts."

Well, let's just pretend to be Taro Yashima without saying what he said before, and he is another big boss.

Taro Yashima, who was hit, turned around and saw a boy in Liyue costume, with one hand behind his back, and he gave a slight salute to Taro Yashima.

"Hello." The boy said, "Can you let me meet the gentleman who wrote this picture?"

"Sorry." Taro Yashima replied, "The gentleman who wrote this has been away for a while."

"That's it." There was disappointment in the young man's eyes, but he quickly recovered.

"that..."

Seeing the young man fall silent, Taro Yashima hesitated for a moment, then continued, "You seem to have studied calligraphy."

"I understand a little." The young man said modestly imitating a certain guest.

"In that case, I would like to ask."

Taro Yashima opened his mouth, and turned his gaze to the dead character hanging on the display shelf: "Isn't it unlucky to hang this character here?"

The boy followed Yashima Taro's gaze and smiled.

"There's nothing unlucky about this. Good words should be hung up for people to appreciate. Those who feel unlucky just because of this word are just mediocre."

As he said that, the boy thought he had realized something and turned to look at Taro Yashima: "Of course, I'm not talking about you, boss."

It was fine before, but Yashima Taro's expression turned black when he said this, and he didn't have an attack yet, but he saw the boy continue to focus on the words.

"See the last stroke of this word?"

"Ordinary calligraphy always appears extremely crisp in the last stroke, but the last stroke of this character is a bit stagnant."

"Stagnation represents hesitation, and hesitation does not appear in a person who is determined to die."

The boy was as confident as ever, and Taro Yashima sighed in his ears.

"It's amazing!" Yashima Taro expressed admiration, "Your Excellency must have good calligraphy skills."

Taro Yashima froze the boy's confident expression.

"I understand a little." This time the boy was not humble, but guilty.

But Taro Yashima didn't hear the guilt in the boy's tone.

"In that case, sir, why don't you write a character, such as the word 'sheng' or something."

Perhaps it was the first time I met someone who was so easy to talk to, Yashima Taro continued: "I put it next to the word 'death', just two pairs."

"It's better not to..."

"Don't worry, I won't charge you this time."

A quarter of an hour later, Taro Yashima looked at the crawling words on the white paper and fell into thought.

how to say...

"Actually, other people have written about the same thing as you."

...

Taking Zaoyou away from the writing stall, Mu Xian was dragged by Zaoyou to a dim sum stand.

Although the little thing didn't say anything, Mu Xian knew what she wanted.

After touching the Moura bag, which was still quite full, Mu Xian bought two strings of three-color dumplings.

After taking the dumpling, Mu Xian hesitated for a moment, and handed out a few more moras.

"Buy another bunch."

Amidst the noise of the crowd, Mu Xian handed two strings of three-color dumplings to Zaoyou who was looking at him eagerly.

Then he bit off the dumpling and looked at the bustling crowd around him, everyone's face was a little happy.

"teacher..."

Zaoyou's voice pulled Mu Xian back from his trance, and he tightened Zaoyou's hand again.

Mu Xian: "What's wrong?"

"I can't see around."

Zaoyou pouted and looked aggrieved, but those expectant eyes betrayed her.

"Just a moment."

"Well, just take it down."

The next moment, Mu Xian hugged Zaoyou, and sat on Mu Xian's shoulder just like Ke Li did back then.

"Teacher, Zaoyou hasn't looked like this for a long time."