Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen

Holding the three bundles of silver thread in his hand, Lu You appeared at the door, beside him stood Luo Zhongxia and Wei Shiran. "Monk Peter?" Staring at Lu You on Sunday, he was shocked by the opponent's skill of grasping the pen with his bare hands. "Lu You" only awakened his soul, and his body was still that of Monk Peter, so there was a misunderstanding on Sunday. Luo Zhongxia who was behind Lu You smiled secretly, feeling happy.Although the old man on Sunday stood on the same side as him, he only regarded him as an abandoned child, a tool, and a stepping stone for Zheng He, which made Luo Zhongxia very uncomfortable.Now that Lu You is here in person, no matter how awesome this Sunday is, this time he will be deflated.

Thinking of this, he took a sneak peek at Wei Shiran beside him, and found that the old fox's expression was normal, without any emotional fluctuations.Ever since Lu You took them away from Kuocang Mountain, Wei Shiran changed his previous solitary style and followed them all the time.I don't know what method Wei Shiran used, instead of forcing him to hand over Wang Xizhi's Tiantai Baiyun Brush, Lu You trusted him. Lu You held the silver thread spit out by the spirit of the pen, looked at it with interest, and said comfortingly: "It seems that in the past thousand years, Chang Shi's pen has returned to its original state, but it is not bad." A trace of nostalgia appeared on his face , seems to be brought back some memories by this pen.

It was only at this time on Sunday that he realized that there was something wrong with Monk Peter. He tried to withdraw the pen spirit, but found no response at all. With his vision and experience, he immediately realized that the man in front of him was unfathomable.Sunday frowned, clapped his hands, and simply relaxed his mind, completely giving up resistance. Zheng He, who was half lying on the bed, was quite surprised to see Sunday's predicament.He subconsciously awakened the half-refined Qiufeng brush in his body, and rushed towards Lu You. How strong is Lu You, with just a light grasp, he holds the Qiufeng brush in his hand.Zheng He suddenly felt his heart racing, his head was dizzy for a while, and he almost fell off the bed.Sunday pleaded from the side, "This young man is just worried about my safety, and he doesn't mean any harm." Lu You nodded, let go of his hand, but his face became serious.

Seeing that Zheng He was fine on Sunday, he said to Wei Shiran who was standing behind Lu You: "Brother Wei, since there is a distinguished guest coming, why don't you introduce me?" From his tone, it seemed that Wei Shiran had known him for a long time. Wei Shiran smiled slightly: "This distinguished guest is not someone like me who can recommend you." "Could it be a pen?" Sunday wondered.Lu Youlu's hand just now is indeed a skill only possessed by masters of pens, but neither Monk Peter from the Wei family nor Zhuge Yihui from the Zhuge family has the strength to easily grasp his regular attendant pen.Looking at Lu You's handsome face, he suddenly thought of the legend about the birth of that young man, Monk Peter...

Wei Shiran said: "Bi Tong? This can be regarded as the ancestor of Bi Tong." Sunday immediately understood, without saying a word, he knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists and said, "Your Excellency welcomes Mr. Lu." Lu You didn't respond to his respect, and without saying a word of politeness, he pointed at Zheng He and said straight to the point: "The autumn wind brush in this person's body has already been refined by more than half. Who is the master of this skill?" taught him?" "Return to Mr. Lu, it was taught by the younger generation." Sunday said.Facing this old man from thousands of years ago, he didn't dare to neglect him.With a light touch, Zheng He can be felt thoroughly, and his strength can be seen.

Lu You stared at him, and said in a bad tone: "Then where did you learn it?" Sunday hesitated, he didn't expect Lu You to ask this sensitive question as soon as he came up.Seeing him bow his head in silence, Lu You's face became more and more cloudy. Throughout the thousands of years from the end of Qin Dynasty to the Southern Song Dynasty, Zhu Xi is the only person who can produce the spirit of refining the brush.Relying on his own talent, he refined a Ziyang brush before he was alive, which became an odd number among all brushes. And this person became the culprit behind the closure of the pen mound.So after Lu You came back to life, when Luo Zhongxia heard about Zheng He and Sunday's practice of brushwork, he rushed over immediately.Zhu Xi refined the spirit of the brush from strangers; Sunday refined the spirit of the brush into strangers, there must be some connection between the two.Lu You and Zhu Xi have a deep bond, and they will never let go of any clues.

Seeing that Sunday was unwilling to answer, Lu You sighed and said, "I heard from Luo Xiaoyou that his ability to cross the pen was discovered by you, and that you are looking for the real successor of the Seven Marquis of Guancheng. I think you are right about the pen. I am so familiar with the matter of the tomb, so I came here specially to ask you about it.” Luo Zhongxia was a little proud. He told Lu You all these things in order to cause some trouble for Sunday.This old guy is mysterious in his actions, but this time he bumped into his opponent. After contemplating for a while on Sunday, as if he had made up his mind, he raised his head and said, "Old man, this matter is of great importance, I can only tell you this."

Lu You had expected that he would say this, and said, "Okay, it's up to you." He pressed Sunday's shoulder, and with a flash of supernatural power, the two disappeared out of thin air, as if they had never appeared in the room. The three remaining people in the room looked at each other, a little embarrassed.Among Luo Zhongxia, Wei Shiran, and Zheng He, there is no way to talk about a harmonious relationship with each other, and they all have some inexplicable hatred.At this time, there were no other people to act as a buffer, and the atmosphere was even more rigid.Luo Zhongxia made up his mind not to say anything, so he put his hands on his chest, leaned his back against the wall, and looked at the other two people coldly.

Wei Shiran was still old after all, he took a step forward and smiled at Zheng He: "Mr. Zheng, we meet again." Zheng He was taken aback, and asked, "Who are you?" Wei Shiran said: "You are really a nobleman who forgets things too much. You still bought your pineapple lacquer carving and purple wolf hair brush from me." Zheng He then remembered that Luo Zhongxia had broken Ju Shi back then. Geng's writing brush, he went to the Changchun grocery store to find a tube, and he bought it from the old man. Zheng He never imagined that when he bought the pen, Luo Zhongxia was lying dying in the back hall of the shop, with Qinglian's posthumous pen stuck in his chest.From that moment on, they have embarked on a completely different path from ordinary life.

"The old man and the two of you really have a lot of fate." Wei Shiran turned his head and smiled at Luo Zhongxia, who shrugged his nose contemptuously and remained silent.This old guy has been lying to him from the beginning to the end, and even forced Xiaorong to lie to him, it is absolutely unbelievable. Zheng He tilted his head and thought for a while: "So, Wang Xizhi's Tiantai Baiyun brush is in your hands?" Wei Shiran did not hide it, and nodded in agreement. "Have you found the real descendant?" Zheng He was very concerned about this.According to Sunday, he is the true heir of Qinglian pen, but he has no pen to pass on, and Luo Zhongxia has to lend him a pen. Zheng He's self-esteem is very hurt.

Wei Shiran said: "Not yet, not everyone can be the successor of the Seven Marquis of Guancheng. I know a very outstanding young man who is the best choice in all aspects, but it's a pity that the luck is not good. It's the so-called fate." After he finished speaking, he sighed endlessly, Luo Zhongxia knew that he was talking about Wei Rongyu, and Luo Zhongxia didn't like that young baldhead either. Zheng He was silent for a long while, then patted the hospital bed with self-deprecating words: "Even if he is the descendant of the Seven Marquises, so what? Shouldn't he be under the fence and rely on others?" Wei Shiran said: "Mr. Zheng, don't worry, now two of the seven princes of Guancheng have been born, and the other five princes will also appear in due course. With my friend Xiao Luo and I here, it will only be a matter of time before Qinglian pen spirit is acquired." When Luo Zhongxia heard this, he became furious immediately, and said angrily: "Wei Shiran, you talk about yourself, don't drag me into it." Wei Shiran said with a chuckle: "Xiaoyou Luo, you have the talent to pass the pen, but it is the key to revive Qihou, how can you say it doesn't matter?" Luo Zhongxia snorted: "You are full of lies and nonsense. If I believed you, I would have died long ago." Wei Shiran sighed: "It seems that the misunderstanding between you and me is too deep. Even if you don't want to save the old man's face, don't you care, Xiao Rong?" Hearing this name, Luo Zhongxia couldn't help being taken aback.After Lu You took them out of Gaoming Cave, Wei Shiran said that Xiao Rong needed to recuperate, and asked Rong Yu to take her away.This move made Luo Zhongxia very depressed.He could see Rong Yu's attitude towards Xiao Rong clearly, how could anyone feel at ease by asking him to take care of the seriously ill Xiao Rong.He protested with Wei Shiran, but it had no effect, instead it made Shijiu look sideways. "What did you mention...you mentioned Xiaorong?" Wei Shiran narrowed his eyes, showing a bit of melancholy: "Xiao Rong, this child has a unique physique. If we don't get the Qihou together and reopen the pen mound as soon as possible, I'm afraid..." He stopped talking on purpose in the middle of speaking.Hearing this, Luo Zhongxia was in a turmoil. He had already made up his mind to ignore Wei Shiran, but it was a pity that he was tricked by others with a few words - this has nothing to do with Zen mind. "I'm afraid what will happen to Xiao Rong?" Luo Zhongxia asked. Wei Shiran was about to answer when suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and Lu You and Sunday reappeared in the house.Lu You's expression was the same as before, only a little less indifferent and more decisive; on Sunday, he was full of thoughts, and he no longer had the calmness he had when facing Luo Zhongxia and Zheng He. As soon as they appeared, Luo Zhongxia naturally couldn't ask any questions, so he could only shut his mouth resentfully.After Lu You returned to the house, he looked around and said in a deep voice, "The current situation is more serious than I imagined. It seems that we need to make some preparations in advance. I am afraid that a fierce battle is about to begin." Everyone was shocked when they heard what he said so seriously.It seems that the origin of "they" is really not simple, even Lu You pays so much attention to it. Lu You asked Wei Shiran: "Is the white cloud on your rooftop still there?" Wei Shiran said: "Of course, the younger generation has put it away properly, so nothing will go wrong." Lu You made a "hmm" and pointed at Sunday and Wei Shiran: "You two, come with me to the hometown of Bizuoka." "The old place of the pen mound?" Everyone was surprised.What is this place? "It has another name, Peach Blossom Spring. You have all seen Mr. Wuliu's book. Bizuka was originally in Peach Blossom Spring, but later this Peach Blossom Spring was destroyed by others, so it was abandoned. It can be regarded as the old place." Lu You said lightly. Thinking about the past thousands of years ago, no one knows how he is feeling at this time. What Lu You didn't say was that when Zhu Xi wanted to destroy the Peach Blossom Spring, he fought a big battle with the clone of the owner of the pen mound.Before the two started fighting, Lu You left with Dubiren and Ganbiling. He didn't know the result of the duel, nor the result of Taohuayuan.This is why he decided to take a trip to the old place. "In Peach Blossom Spring, there is a very important thing, the old man must get it. With the two of them protecting the law, you can rest assured." He glanced at the two old men, Sunday and Wei Shiran. The abilities of these two people are very useful, and they are both to be taken. Luo Zhongxia suddenly said, "What about me?" Lu You looked at him without surprise: "Du Biren, don't worry, I have something else to entrust you to do." "Could it be... are you looking for the whereabouts of the other princes?" Luo Zhongxia couldn't help asking.He couldn't think of anything more important than this. Lu You shook his head: "The four pen spirits were arranged by the old man. Of course I know where they are, so why bother to look for them. What's more, the seal designed by the master of the pen tomb is really ingenious. If the opportunity does not come, even if you know the location, you can't open it. He paused for a moment, and suddenly showed a sad expression: "I have just recovered, and my strength is still very weak. The more pens I have in my hand, the safer I will be. It's a pity that I don't have many skills, so I have to let you run for me. " "Where are you going?" "Wei Zhuang, go to their pen storage cave and take out all the spirits of the pens." Hearing this, Luo Zhongxia hesitated and said, "The elders of Wei Zhuang, I'm afraid they won't allow me to do this." Lu Youdao: "So there must be someone to accompany you." Then he pointed to the tip of his nose: "Monk Peter." "Monk Peter?" Luo Zhongxia was shocked. Lu Youdao: "If the soul of Monk Peter is suppressed by me for too long, it will easily wither and wither. So I will give up this body first and let him return to itself temporarily-but I will keep a ray of distraction in it, in case A rainy day." When Luo Zhongxia thought that Monk Peter could be resurrected, he was very happy, but after thinking about it, he asked, "Then what should you do?" Lu You smiled slightly, pointed to Zheng He and said to Sunday: "This body, please lend me the right to use it." Zheng He was startled, subconsciously shrank back: "What?" Sunday seemed to have reached an agreement with Lu You. He walked over and comforted Zheng He: "Don't panic, Mr. Lu is only borrowing your body temporarily, and there will be no harm. Besides, Mr. Lu has promised that his soul is in your body. It can help you continue to refine the Qiufeng Brush, which is a good thing.” Zheng He didn't think so. He had been in a state of refinement and sickness all along, and his life was muddled. How could he be reconciled to being deprived of his body now.He waved his hands frantically, pushed Sunday outward, and roared heavily: "I don't agree! I want to be myself!" Sunday had no choice but to press his shoulders and persuade him, "After a while, you can become a real successor. Don't let your previous efforts go to waste." His hands weighed over a thousand catties at once, Zheng He couldn't struggle, but he was still yelling, resolutely refusing to be caught by Lu You, until he even choked up a little: "Why... why am I the only one who has to be trapped here all this time! To be treated as a container!" Luo Zhongxia listened to it from the sidelines. Although he was dissatisfied with Zheng He a lot, he felt a pity in his heart at this moment.Although his own life experience was full of dangers, compared with Zheng He's, it was much more fulfilling.It's ironic to say that he, the container of the crossing pen, runs around all day long; while the true heir of the Qinglian pen has always been used as a container for the ward.The wonder of fate is really speechless... ※※※ That night, Lu You and Luo Zhongxia went to Wei Shiran's Changchun grocery store to stay.Lu You planned to leave early tomorrow morning, and Yan Zheng had already booked air tickets for the three of them. The power of modern civilization, after all, had surpassed this ancient man's imagination.He stayed in the hospital on Sunday, first to appease Zheng He, and second to monitor Zheng He in case he escaped. This kind of experience was no different from that of a prisoner, and Luo Zhongxia felt a lot of emotion. As soon as Luo Zhongxia stepped into the grocery store, his mood suddenly changed.To Luo Zhongxia, this place is very meaningful, it is the starting point of everything.He revisited the old place and saw that the furnishings in the house were still the same as usual, he couldn't help but sigh.He thought of Xiao Rong, Wei Shiran and Lao Li, and even the battle between Ou Zilong and Xiao Rong. What would life have been like if I hadn't been here that day?Luo Zhongxia suddenly thought, probably just like ordinary college students, skipping classes, playing games, cheating on exams, falling in love, getting dumped, and then graduating out of nowhere and looking for an ordinary job for the rest of his life. Luo Zhongxia really can't say which one is better between that kind of life and the present one.He is lazy, timid, afraid of trouble, and likes ease most of all, but like all men, there is always a desire for adventure hidden in his blood.Especially seeing what happened to Zheng He, Luo Zhongxia couldn't help but ask himself, is this kind of life, life safe, really what he expected? He has always hoped to withdraw his pen and return to a normal life.But back then in Lvtian nunnery, he chose to save people, instead of withdrawing his pen, ruining the last chance to return to mediocrity.Do you regret it?And is it right?At that time, it was an unavoidable choice to save other people's lives; if he was given another chance now, without considering any risks, would he still choose to return all the pen spirits?Luo Zhongxia didn't even know the answer. With these chaotic thoughts, Luo Zhongxia suffered from insomnia.He tossed and turned on the temporary bed, unable to sleep anyway, until two or three o'clock in the morning.He was really uncomfortable, so he simply got up and put on his clothes, wanting to go out for a walk. When he walked into the small courtyard behind the store, he was surprised to find that there was already a person standing in the middle of the courtyard, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, with a rather lonely expression on his face. "Peter...uh, Mr. Lu?" Hearing his voice, Lu You slowly turned his head and smiled. "You're still up so late?" Luo Zhongxia asked. "Well, I have some thoughts, I need to think about it..." Lu You raised his head again, his lips and teeth moved slightly, and slowly recited a poem by Su Xueshi: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it. I want to ride the wind back, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are too cold. Dance to find out the shadows, why is it like being in the world? Turn to Zhuge, a low-lying house, illuminated without sleep. There should be no hatred, what is the long-term and long-term happiness? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxing and waning , this matter is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope that people will live a long time and enjoy the beauty of thousands of miles.” After finishing singing, he let out a long sigh, and said in a low voice: "I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is this eve, what year is it..." Luo Zhongxia also knew this poem, and he probably could understand Lu You's state of mind at this time.A thousand years have passed, the world has changed with time, and the sea has changed.Today, it is very different from the era in which Lu You lived.Even a genius like Lu You would become flustered when encountering such a thing.Fortunately, the memory of Monk Peter is still there, otherwise there would be a huge amount of common sense to replenish—but this world, after all, is no longer familiar to Lu You. "Unexpectedly, the world has become like this. Fortunately, there is still this bright moon, and it is still the same as before..." Lu You moved his eyes from the moon to the tall buildings in the distance.The skyscrapers with dozens of floors are still shimmering in such a night, like a piece of jade buildings, and the heights may be even more unbearably cold. The Song Dynasty he loved and the Jin Kingdom he hated had long been wiped out, and the situation in China today is completely different from that of the day.Not to mention various schools of thought, not to mention poetry and songs, even Confucianism, which Zhu Xi devoted himself to maintaining, has fallen into an unprecedented low ebb. "Tell me, is it a blessing or a misfortune for me to be resurrected in this era?" Lu You murmured.Since his resurrection, he has suppressed everyone with absolute strength and was extremely confident; but at this moment, what he revealed was a homesick and timid old man, looking at the bright moon in his hometown in confusion and anxiety in a strange foreign country, Heart fluctuates. Luo Zhongxia thought of what Ju Shigeng had said to him, so he blurted out: "As long as you don't violate your heart, you can do it yourself." Hearing Luo Zhongxia's answer, Lu You shook his head first, then nodded, without saying anything. A hypothesis emerged in Luo Zhongxia's mind: If he was given another chance, would Lu You still take on such a heavy responsibility, let his soul travel through thousands of years, and come to this strange world to save his unknown fate? Lu You stood quietly for a moment, until the moon was covered by a cloud, he raised his right hand awkwardly, helped the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and almost dropped them.Lu You showed a bit of embarrassment, and said to Luo Zhongxia: "I don't know how to use this thing yet." "It's very simple, just get used to it slowly. It's just a matter of familiarity." Luo Zhongxia made a rare joke with cultural allusions. Lu You looked at him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You and that guy really look alike." "Who?" "Your ancestor of Dubi people." Lu You patted him on the shoulder, "It's late, go to bed." The old and the young left the small courtyard with their own thoughts.