Chapter 6 Chapter Three

For Luo Zhongxia, this could be described as a disaster without reason. The moment the brush pierced his chest, his mind went blank, all he could think was "Die, die, die, this time I'm going to die". The initial feeling was light and light, the body was like a bicycle inner tube that had been unplugged, the strength was pouring out through the big hole in the chest, and the whole person was limp and paralyzed on the ground, unable to move. Unexpectedly, the chest didn't hurt very much, probably this is the so-called "death". Luo Zhongxia felt that the whole world was separated from him, a thin mist floated in front of his eyes, Xiao Rong and Ou Zilong seemed extremely far away.He lowered his head and saw that the black pen was inserted straight into his chest, leaving only a section of the black pen sticking out.

For some reason, Luo Zhongxia's body felt relaxed. He seemed to be able to see through his body, and saw countless graceful but invisible flying characters swirling around, gushing out from the tip of the black pen, flowing through all limbs and bones. .Wherever the flying characters flowed, there was a blue light shining.This light is different from Xiaorong's elegance and coldness, and Ou Zilong's boldness and violence. Luo Zhongxia feels that he can touch this ethereal light, as if he can blend with it, and his whole soul becomes light and elegant. The flying characters flowed more and more, and the black pen became shorter and shorter.In the end, the entire black writing brush melted into Luo Zhongxia's body, and he seemed to hear a moaning sound, and it seemed like a hearty laughter, very empty and very fine...

In the end, everything was calm again. He slowly opened his eyes and found that he had returned to that room. Looking down, his chest was as usual, and the black pen had disappeared without a trace.Xiao Rong and Ou Zilong had stopped fighting, and they both stared at Luo Zhongxia, unable to hide their surprise. Luo Zhongxia stood up from the ground in a daze, his eyes were blank, as if someone had taken his mind off him. Ou Zilong was anxious and angry, he immediately put his two fingers together, and shouted: "Get out of the pen spirit!" A strong wind pierced through his fingers, piercing Luo Zhongxia's chest.Unexpectedly, the latter swayed his body as if he was drunk, avoiding the blow lightly.Ou Zilong was stunned for a moment, and wanted to attack again, but Luo Zhongxia didn't know when he was in front of him.

Ou Zilong was shocked, and quickly stepped back, Luo Zhongxia didn't chase after him, but still had such a dazed expression, muttering incessantly: "The clouds are so green that they want to rain, and the water is so light that there is smoke..." Originally, there was a lot of wind and cloud in this room, and the snow fluff was a negligible thing. Compared with the strong wind, it fell into the wind and was blown all the time.Now, with Luo Zhongxia's chanting, several streams of green energy gradually dissipated, and Ou Zilong's wind and cloud were contaminated by the green energy, changed color, condensed into little drops of water and fell to the ground, and was frozen into white catkins by Xiaorong's chant brush.

As a result, the wind and clouds spewed out by the Lingyun pen became Xuexu's boost, and the more it was stimulated, the more it ebbed and flowed.The wind in the house is getting weaker, and the snow is getting stronger. Ou Zilong was secretly startled, thinking that he would capture the king first before capturing the thief, so he urged another wave of wind and cloud, before he was completely eroded by the blue light, he stood up suddenly, and rushed straight to Luo Zhongxia, trying to strangle his wrist.Unexpectedly, Luo Zhongxia turned his body lightly, and passed Ou Zilong's fist, his movements were extremely subtle.Xiao Rong took advantage of Ou Zilong's attack and lost his mind, pushed lightly with both hands, condensed countless snow flakes into a tube of ice pen, and stabbed him suddenly on the right shoulder.

As soon as the stroke of the brush came, his shoulders were immediately covered with a large piece of ice and snow.Ou Zilong roared in pain and took three steps back.Several newly condensed ice cones chased after him and flew towards him.Knowing that the visitor was not kind, he had no choice but to endure the pain, spat out a mouthful of blood, and the Lingyun pen floating above his head wrote two large characters in mid-air with cloudy air: Zixu! The word "Zixu" is majestic and majestic, and the moment the word is completed, there is a sonorous and powerful chanting sound, which seems to be a long poem, majestic and powerful.The originally sluggish situation was lifted up, as if brought with infinite vitality by these two words, it turned away.Shocked by the sudden pressure, Xiao Rong's ice picks froze in mid-air, unable to move.

Luo Zhongxia spread his hands, and his green energy gradually rose, and soon traces of blue marks penetrated into the word Zixu, like moss marks on a remnant stele.It's just that these two words are too loud, and even this green energy can't shake its momentum for a while. The two sides were in such a stalemate, although Ou Zilong couldn't defeat the two of them, neither could they break into Zixu's circle. Ou Zilong didn't expect this attack to be very effective at first, he just borrowed this move to delay the enemy's attack.Seeing the blue light of snow flakes being temporarily suppressed by the word Zixu, he didn't care to slap the snowflakes off his body, turned around and slammed open the door with his left shoulder, stumbled and escaped.

The master fled, and the word Zixu couldn't hold on. He fell to the ground in an instant, turned into pieces of spiritual energy, and disappeared.In the originally chaotic room, calm was restored dramatically.Seeing the enemy receding, the exhausted Xiaorong let out a long sigh of relief, and put the Yongxu brush back in the altar, and the wind, cloud, rain and snow in the house instantly disappeared.Only the wet surface of those old objects and antiques was the only trace left by this battle. Luo Zhongxia was still standing in the middle of the room, motionless.Xiao Rong resisted the aches and pains all over her body, walked over and took his shoulders, and asked softly, "Are... are you okay?"

Luo Zhongxia gave her a foolish smile, then fell to the ground, unconscious. After an unknown amount of time, Luo Zhongxia woke up leisurely, but her sanity was still in a dream.In the dream, I can see myself wandering between the sky and the earth in a trance, with a tall crown, a long robe, a long sword, and a rhinoceros cup.Sometimes it is grotesque, magnificent and dazzling; sometimes it is far away and windy, and it is thousands of miles away; Combining the two into one, countless verses are radiant and magnificent in an instant, making people confused and dizzy for a while... It took him a long time to drag himself out of that dream.Luo Zhongxia had a headache and felt like a hangover. He wondered if he drank too much in his dream?When he stretched out his hand, he found that his forehead was covered with a silk handkerchief soaked in cold water, which felt very smooth to the touch, and a graceful "banyan" character was embroidered with blue thread on one corner.Looking around, Luo Zhongxia found himself in a hut, lying on a simple folding bed with all his clothes on.The room was old with sallow stains on the walls clearly visible.Apart from the bed, there are only two white plastic chairs and a wooden table in the room, and there is a small electric kettle on the floor.The only thing that doesn't match the style of the room is a shrine hanging on the wall. In the shrine is not the God of Wealth or Guan Gong, but an ancient painting that has turned yellow. It shows a man with a clear complexion, a square crown with a green collar, and a brush in his right hand. The two fingers of the left hand lightly twirled the pen, as if taking care of it carefully.

"Strange, where is this?" Luo Zhongxia struggled to get up, but found that his body was sore and unable to move.He only remembered being pierced through his chest with a black pen, and he didn't remember anything after that.At this moment, voices suddenly came from outside the house.He was all too familiar with this voice, it was Zheng He. "Mr. Wei, here is your money." "Okay, okay, I've packed the pen for you." An old voice said, "You're lucky, this kind of pineapple lacquer carved tube Langhao pen is only available here, and no one else can receive it at all."

Luo Zhongxia was shocked when he heard that, could it be that he was lying in the back of Changchun thrift store?He desperately wanted to get up, trying to stop their transaction, but he managed to take the lead, how could he let the pen fall into Zheng He's hands. It's a pity that his limbs seemed to be filled with heavy lead, and he couldn't control them at all. He could only listen to the movement outside the house helplessly. "Then I'm leaving, Mr. Wei remember to tell me if there are any good products next time." "Sure, sure, go slowly." Then came the sound of doors opening and closing, and the faint roar of a car engine.Luo Zhongxia closed her eyes in frustration.The success fell short, if it wasn't for the inexplicable fight between those two weirdos, maybe he would have succeeded now. Just as he was thinking, the door of the inner room opened with a creaking sound, and first Xiaorong and then an old man walked into the room.The old man's beard and hair are all white, and his two white eyebrows are thick and long, like two wisps of white clouds slumping over his forehead. Xiao Rong's sharp eyes saw that his handkerchief had been moved, and said to the old man, "Grandpa, he's awake." The old man hummed, dragged a chair and sat on the side of the bed.Seeing that he couldn't pretend anymore, Luo Zhongxia had no choice but to open his eyes.The old man said: "Hello, my name is Wei Shiran, and I am the shop owner here." Luo Zhongxia raised his neck vigorously: "You guys...can you tell me what's going on in the simplest words?" "What's going on?" Wei Shiran looked a little puzzled. "Why am I lying here? What was the fight between this little girl and that weirdo just now? How did I get a pen in my chest..." Luo Zhongxia felt that there were too many questions to ask. The old man's eyebrows trembled slightly, and then he chuckled: "Student, you just fainted in the outer room for no reason, and was helped to rest in the back room by my granddaughter, and now you just woke up." Luo Zhongxia crossed the old man's shoulder suspiciously Going to see Xiao Rong, the latter nodded silently. "But……" Before Luo Zhongxia finished speaking, Wei Shiran grabbed his wrist.After a while, Wei Shiran let go of his wrist, and said slowly: "I see that your pulse is slipping, maybe it's because your body is too weak, that's why you fainted." "But I did see her fighting with someone just now, it was windy and snowy..." Luo Zhongxia pointed at Xiaorong, the scene just now was still vivid in his memory. Wei Shiran pressed the back of his hand to Luo Zhongxia's forehead: "People do have some hallucinations when they faint. As for why my granddaughter appears in the dream, you have to ask yourself." After finishing speaking, Wei Shiran glanced at him. Luo Zhongxia was embarrassed by such a rhetorical question. He didn't dare to ask other questions, so he had to swallow the question to his stomach.Wei Shiran continued: "My store is full of antiques, and my nature is cold. It's not surprising that your body is weak, and you fainted suddenly." Originally, Luo Zhongxia still had fresh memories of the fight just now, but after Wei Shiran said so, and he was also confused in his dream just now, he began to doubt it—after all, that kind of fight is too far away from common sense—he stared at Looking at Xiao Rong's clean face behind Wei Shiran, he tried desperately to recall her glamorous demeanor in the ice and snow just now.Xiaorong's face was expressionless, showing no emotional fluctuations. "But what I heard about Yongxu pen and Lingyun pen, is it true or not?" Wei Shiran stroked his beard and pondered for a moment: "I think about it every day, and I dream about it at night. Is it possible that this gentleman is obsessed with writing, so he dreams of these things?" "This……" "Or, you came to my shop to buy pens?" This sentence reminded the person in the dream, and Luo Zhongxia couldn't help feeling sad: "That's right, I'm here to find a tube of pineapple lacquer and carved Langhao pens." Wei Shiran was slightly startled when he heard the name: "Is that the one that a young man surnamed Zheng bought just now?" "Yes..." Luo Zhongxia answered angrily, and then told how he offended Ju Shigeng, how he was fined by Taobi, and how he followed Zheng He.After hearing this, Wei Shiran said regretfully, "That pen was pre-ordered by a Mr. Zhao Feibai. According to the rules in the industry, you can't give it to others after you have promised it. You are wasting your time in vain." Luo Zhongxia curled her lips, all hope was lost, she struggled to get out of bed.Anyway, someone took the pen away, so it's meaningless to stay here.Xiao Rong wanted to come over to help her, Wei Shiran gave her a wink, Xiao Rong nodded, turned and left. After Luo Zhongxia landed on both feet, apart from a little top-heavy, he didn't feel any other problems.He just walked crookedly to the outer room, and suddenly thought of something, he couldn't help pressing his right hand on his chest, his expression froze. Touching the place with the palm, there is no pain or itching, only a slight heartbeat, and nothing unusual. "Could it be that it was really an illusion just now, that no pen was inserted into my chest?" Luo Zhongxia muttered to herself, pressing her chest repeatedly.If it wasn't for the presence of Xiaorong, he really wanted to take off his clothes to see what happened. Just as he was thinking, Wei Shiran who came out after him suddenly patted him on the shoulder.Luo Zhongxia turned his head away, and Xiaorong stuffed a brocade box into his hand.This box is not big, and the brocade surface is worn in several places, and the threads are pulled out, making it look a bit worn out. "what is this?" Wei Shiran said: "It's our fate that you fainted in the small shop. It's not good for you to return empty-handed. I only have one tube of pineapple lacquer carving tube Langhao pen, so I will give you another tube as compensation." Luo Zhongxia frowned, opened the brocade box, and there was a writing brush lying in it, the whole body was blue, the brush hair was dark brown, and it was unattractive, with the four regular characters of "Wuxin Sanzhuo" written on the pen holder.He couldn't see the good or the bad, so he tossed it back to Wei Shiran without interest: "Mr. Wei, I don't understand these things, and it's useless to buy them." "No, no, this tube is for you, as an apology." Wei Shiran pushed the brocade box to Luo Zhongxia, patted his hand, and added another sentence earnestly: "This pen is of great significance. , please treasure it and don’t leave it.” Seeing this, Luo Zhongxia couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to agree, secretly laughing at what I was doing with the tube brush.At this time, Xiaorong stepped forward, carefully tied up the brocade box with a piece of yellow thread, and handed it back to Luo Zhongxia.Luo Zhongxia reached out to pick it up, staring at Xiao Rong's beautiful and refined face, he couldn't help recalling the tenderness when the two of them threw themselves into the arms just now, thinking that it would be fine if it wasn't an illusion. Wei Shiran gave him a few more instructions, and sent him out of the thrift shop with such enthusiasm that he felt that the ancient style still exists. After leaving the Changchun thrift store, Luo Zhongxia went to the flea market to pick up the bicycle, and then rode directly back to school, restless all the way.When he saw a pair of stone lions in front of the main gate of the school, the sun was already in the west, and the red glow of the sunset was half sprinkled on the corners of the eaves. It took a whole day to go there.It happened to be dinner time at this time, and students in twos and threes held lunch boxes, walking and laughing, feeling very comfortable.Luo Zhongxia saved the bicycle, took out the brocade box from the back seat, weighed it in his hand, and suddenly had an idea. It's useless to keep this thing, it's better to give it to Ju Shigeng.Firstly, he showed that he had indeed gone shopping, and he was never lazy; secondly, he paid the old man with his things, and he was even.As for what this pen is and how much it is worth, Luo Zhongxia doesn't know, and doesn't feel sorry for it. After making up his mind, Luo Zhongxia saw that it was still early, and went to Songtao Garden with this brocade box. Songtao Garden is located on the west side of Huaxia University. It is located in a quiet area. There are many pines and cypresses in the garden. There are several red brick cottages under the shade of trees, which are used as guest houses for VIPs.Ju Shigeng's family lives far away, and it is inconvenient for him to move around when he is old, so he lives in Songtao Garden when he has classes. At the entrance of Songtao Garden is a low half-moon arch, on which is carved a couplet from Su Shi: "I read everything in books, and everything is worth seeing." The winding path in the garden leads to seclusion, and there is only a gravel path Winding into the forest.The evening wind blows, rustling. Luo Zhongxia walked to the gate of the garden, and before he could savor it carefully, he bumped into Zheng He walking out with his hands in his pockets. When Luo Zhongxia saw that it was him, he lowered his head and tried to avoid it, but the gate of the garden was too narrow, so there was no way to avoid it.When Zheng He saw that it was Luo Zhongxia, he was also taken aback for a moment.He was still wearing his orange tracksuit from the morning, but his hands were empty. "Hmph, this kid must have gone to pay homage to old man Ju." Luo Zhongxia thought to himself. Zheng He raised his right hand and greeted Luo Zhongxia politely: "Hi." Luo Zhongxia ignored him and continued walking forward.Zheng He reached out to stop him. "Why?" Luo Zhongxia rolled his eyelids. "Are you going to find Mr. Ju?" Zheng He asked. "So what?" "Mr. Ju is home, and he won't be here until next week." Zheng He's attitude was both gentle and firm, and Luo Zhongxia couldn't stand his polite attitude towards everyone. "That's right, I don't have anything to say when I go, since you know him very well, just pass this on to him." After speaking, Luo Zhongxia threw the brocade box to Zheng He, and Zheng He caught it with a surprised expression, his eyebrows raised high: "Wait, you also found... well, you found the pineapple lacquer carving tube Langhao pen already?" "No, someone overstepped the bounds, so I had to find another way." Zheng He heard the voice of Luo Zhongxia's words, and said with a smile: "Oh, you are very well-informed. In fact, I happened to come across it, so I bought it by chance. You also know that shopping for antiques is rare." He paused After a while, he added: "Mr. Ju is very happy, you don't have to work hard anymore, everyone is happy." "I really misunderstood you." Luo Zhongxia curled her lips and shrugged slightly. Zheng He lifted the silk thread of the brocade box with his fingers, and asked with great interest, "What did you find for Mr. Ju?" "Anthrax powder." Luo Zhongxia was too lazy to talk to him, so he left a word coldly, turned around and left.Zheng He wanted to stop him, but it was too late.Zheng He watched his back disappear in doubt, carefully opened the brocade box, checked it before closing it again. "It's really not a prank." Zheng He said to himself, shook his head, turned and walked towards the guest house. When Luo Zhongxia returned to the dormitory, most of the people hadn't returned yet.He randomly dug out half a pack of instant noodles and finished chewing, took the washbasin and towel and went straight to the bathroom, and took a mirror of the third child in the dormitory along the way.There were very few people in the bathroom at this time, so he picked the innermost one, quickly took off his clothes, then put the mirror on the soap tray, and stared wide-eyed under the dim light, for fear of missing something detail. In the mirror is the chest of a college boy, the skin is dark brown, and the undulation of the ribs can be vaguely seen, and there are some suspicious spots and fluff on it.Overall, disgusting, which is to say, normal.Luo Zhongxia tried to find some marks, but her skin was as smooth as paper, and there was nothing unusual about it. "Could it be that my chest pierced by that pen was really just an illusion?" Luo Zhongxia pinched the skin inch by inch with his hands, wanting to see what happened, feeling as heavy as a mountain of doubts in his heart.A boy poked his head over from the next door, wanting to borrow soap.He just opened his mouth, and was surprised to see a man facing the mirror, stroking his chest repeatedly, and muttering something in his mouth.He was so frightened that he immediately shrank back, not daring to make a sound.