Chapter 8 Chapter Five: Bai Xuefei's Flowers Disorderly Eyes

Luo Zhongxiawan didn't expect her first sentence to be this, so she could only pant and say, "Send... to someone." Xiaorong frowned slightly: "My grandfather asked you to carry it with you, but you gave it away?!" Before Luo Zhongxia could answer, she glanced at the strange man in the distance, and said coldly, "No wonder Yingtong provoked you. With such a big movement, it remains indifferent.” "What are you talking about?" Luo Zhongxia was puzzled. "Wait a mininute." Xiao Rong turned around and faced the strange person called "Ying Tong". In the woods within 30 meters of her as the center, suddenly white snow fell, and soon covered Ying Tong's whole body. , its blue face looked even more dry in the snow.Ying Tong didn't seem to care about the ice and snow, her limbs were stiff and she walked forward, and her joints made rattling sounds.

"Bad boy, don't you hold your hands?" Xiaorong shouted majesticly, a blue light suddenly appeared on his head, and soon gathered into a snow-white pen energy on the top of his head, swirling around. Luo Zhongxia curled up on the ground, with horror on his face.It seems that what happened at the Changchun Thrift Store that day was definitely not a hallucination!This girl seems to be able to use a special ability called Yongxu Pen. He felt cheated. Seeing Yongxubi appearing, Yingtong finally stopped in her tracks, fearing its power and not daring to approach it. "A mere Sanbi boy still wants to disobey the spirit of the pen?"

Xiaorong pointed back, and two snowflakes flew towards Yingtong's legs with the wind.Yingtong realized that something was wrong, and didn't care about the Yongxu pen staring at her head, so she jumped up high, trying to get rid of the icy wind. But this fell into Xiaorong's trap, the snowflakes that were originally on the ground suddenly scattered, and suddenly condensed into a piece of sparkling ice.Yingtong jumped in the air, she had no way to turn around, landed heavily on the ice, slipped and fell to the ground.Immediately, the surrounding ice and snow swept in, like a group of butterflies fluttering flowers, and the snowflakes were clustered together, immediately buried Yingtong under the snowdrift, and froze into a huge icedrift.

It didn't take more than a dozen seconds for this to happen.After Ying Tong finished cooking, Xiao Rong turned around slowly, with snowflakes fluttering all over her body, and her expression was as cold and glamorous as an ice queen.She lowered her head, stared at Luo Zhongxia who was paralyzed on the ground, and asked, "Who did you give it to?" Luo Zhongxia opened his mouth, but no words came out.Xiao Rong sighed softly: "That pen was originally used to save your life, who knows you don't cherish it, if I hadn't come today, I'm afraid you would have died."

Hearing this, Luo Zhongxia felt annoyed.It is obvious that they themselves did not explain clearly and let their own life and death hang by a thread, but now they blame themselves instead.He jumped up from the ground, stared at Xiao Rong and asked, "What's going on?" Xiao Rong frowned slightly: "It's a long story..." Luo Zhongxia cut off his words and asked again: "Last week, you and that man in black were having an affair again in the thrift store. It’s snow again, is there such a thing?” "Yes." Xiaorong answered very straightforwardly this time.

Luo Zhongxia snorted coldly, it seemed that the old guy Wei Shiran was indeed a liar, thanks to his honest face, he forced himself to believe that it was an illusion.He stretched out his hand to caress his chest, and the movement just now seemed to subside a little. "Then it's true that I was pierced through the chest by that black pen?" "yes." "Then the monster in my body is naturally also your idea!" Xiao Rong was taken aback when she heard the words: "Monster?" "Yeah, since that day, there seems to be an extra alien in my body..." Luo Zhongxia narrated all the pain and suffering of the past week, and when he talked about the pain, he gritted his teeth.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Xiaorong burst out laughing, showing her charm, and then immediately changed back to the image of an ice girl, but the smile couldn't be suppressed for a while, and a few traces remained on her lips. Luo Zhongxia was embarrassed and angry: "What's so funny! It's not you who was parasitized!" Xiaorong ignored him, raised her slender hand, and pointed at the orchid, the pen spirit that was suspended in mid-air suddenly turned into white light, sucked into the top of the fontanel, and the surrounding snow and ice began to be recalled.She walked to the big ice pile where Yingtong was buried, and bent down: "Let you see what that monster is."

She reached into the ice pile to fish it out, the ice pile collapsed suddenly, and there was nothing in the middle, and the slender Yingtong just now disappeared.Luo Zhongxia took a closer look and found that Xiaorong had an extra brush in his hand.The barrel of this writing brush is dark green, and there is a neat, transparent and shiny seam at the tip of the brush, just like the forehead of a weirdo. "This is its original shape. It is a pen boy made from a lake pen. You see, the lake pen has a seam, which is not found in other families." Luo Zhongxia didn't know the origin of the Hubi, so he swallowed his saliva and said, "Then the one your grandfather gave me..."

"That kind of pen is called Wuxin Sanzhuo, but..." Xiao Rong hesitated to speak up to this point, "...Well, forget it, anyway, it is the nemesis of Hubi." "So, there is something similar in my body?" Xiaorong sneered and said, "Sure enough, he is a peony chewer. Although Hubi has a great reputation, it is just a loose brush that has not been refined and spiritualized. The pen spirit in your body is much superior to them." "Then...then what is mine?" Luo Zhongxia feels that he has a lot of problems now, what kind of pen spirit, what kind of refinement, it sounds like something in a myth and legend, but now it is actually in front of his eyes.

Xiaorong raised her chin and looked at the sky, "If you want to know more, just follow me to see Grandpa." Without waiting for his answer, he turned and left.Luo Zhongxia had no choice but to follow Xiaorong closely and leave Songtao Garden. The distance from Huaxia University to Changchun Thrift Store is really not close, and it is not necessarily possible to get a ride at this hour.Luo Zhongxia originally planned to ride a bicycle, and had the idea of ​​"carrying beauties around the river at night", but when Xiaorong left the school gate, he raised his hand and hailed a taxi, and took the front passenger seat.Luo Zhongxia sighed secretly, and helplessly got into the back row and sat alone.

Along the way, Xiaorong stared ahead and kept silent, so Luo Zhongxia could only close his eyes and rest his mind. Strange to say, now the abnormal movement in his chest has disappeared without a trace, and his breathing has become even.As soon as he thought that there was a writing brush hidden in his chest, he couldn't help reaching out to touch it. He accidentally found the taxi driver looking at him in surprise through the rearview mirror, and was so frightened that he quickly put his hand down.What is going on, the truth will be revealed later.Luo Zhongxia said this to herself, and began to appreciate Xiaorong's graceful silhouette in the front row to divert her attention. Very effective. After some time, the car stopped.Luo Zhongxia looked out the window, and saw that it was the Changchun Thrift Store. Everything in the thrift store was still the same, Luo Zhongxia carefully avoided the antiques on the ground, and recalled the scene of the battle between Xiao Rong and Ou Zilong, which was vivid and incomparable. "This is definitely not an illusion! I was tricked by that old man!" He clenched his fists and shouted in his heart. At this moment, Wei Shiran came out to meet him. When he saw Luo Zhongxia, he extended his hand enthusiastically, "Mr. Luo, are you all right?" "Thanks to your old age, I have been in fear for more than a week." Luo Zhongxia replied angrily. Wei Shiran was not at all embarrassed, glanced at Xiao Rong behind him, and then smiled and said: "Hehe, let's talk after you come in." After speaking, he led Luo Zhongxia into the hut, only then did Luo Zhongxia realize that there was a back door behind the hut.Passing through the back door, an exquisite courtyard suddenly appears in front of you. The courtyard is not big, paved with green bricks. There is a jujube tree with luxuriant branches and leaves in the left corner. There is a stone table and three stone benches under the tree. There are clusters of wild flowers in the east and one in the west, and the oil gourds are singing loudly in the grass nest at the root of the wall.Although it is not as lush as Songtao Garden, it is a little more lively. Luo Zhongxia didn't expect that there would be such a quiet place in the bustling city where every inch of land was expensive, and his anxiety eased a little. The three of them walked into the yard, each picked a stone bench and sat down.Xiao Rong brought a plate of peanuts and a pot of tea.Wei Shiran didn't seem to be in a hurry to get to the point, but filled Luo Zhongxia's tea in a leisurely manner, "Come, come, taste, the best Tieguanyin." Then he poured himself a cup and sipped first He took a sip, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and wandered, as if drunk by the fragrance of tea. Xiao Rong sat aside, silently wiping away the dripping water on the table.In the presence of her grandfather, she seems to have been silent. Luo Zhongxia knew all six senses of the tea ceremony, Caocao Niu took a big sip, and asked bluntly: "Old Mr. Wei, please tell me, what is going on with all this?" Wei Shiran seemed to have expected that he would ask such a question, squinted his eyes and took another sip of tea, aftertaste for a while, and then said leisurely: "Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are bright, and the breeze is alone in the courtyard. It is suitable for two or three friends to drink tea and gossip. , talk about ancient and modern times. The time is still early, and Mr. Luo is not in a hurry..." "Who said I'm not in a hurry!" Luo Zhongxia slapped the table, he has been tortured by this feeling for a week, and now he has no leisure to be arty. Seeing this, Wei Shiran stroked his beard, put down the teacup, and said slowly: "Since that's the case, let's stop talking about it." He paused, and then said: "It's just that this matter involves a lot of things. There are many, I need to tell you one by one, please listen patiently.” "All ears!" Luo Zhongxia took a deep breath and pretended to be sitting upright.It's just that sitting up in this posture is really tiring, and he couldn't hold on after a while, and his shoulders dropped again, like a deflated inflatable monkey.Seeing Xiaorong, she turned her head to cover her mouth, but she couldn't hide her shoulders trembling slightly. Wei Shiran took another sip of tea, tapped the table with the index finger of his right hand, pondered for a while, and the expression under the two white eyebrows became serious: "Have you heard of Bizhong?" "I know about Tezuka, he draws manga." Luo Zhongxia was born with such a nature, and couldn't help but say something at this moment. Wei Shiran dipped his finger in the tea and wrote the word "Bizhong" on the table. Luo Zhongxia muttered, "It sounds like a secret organization." "Hehe, that's not the case. If you want to talk about the pen mound, you have to talk about the owner of the pen mound first." Wei Shiran raised his arms and arched his hands respectfully. Luo Zhongxia turned his head and saw that there was an extra painting in the courtyard at some point, which was the ancient painting that had been hung in the shrine in the hut.The wind blows the painting, and the man in the painting flutters his clothes, as if he is about to step out. "Is he the owner of the pen mound?" "That's right. The name and size of the owner of the pen mound is unknown. I only know that he was a small scribe in Xianyang between the Qin and Han Dynasties. The owner of the pen mound has been fond of books all his life, and has devoted his love to classics. He is especially good at writing. Good writing is full of joy. As you know, the situation was chaotic at that time. Books were burned, Confucian scholars were burned, and A Fang was burned one after another, leaving bamboo and books in ashes and celebrities. After dying, I couldn't help feeling sad, so I made a great wish: don't teach the world's talents to go to waste." "...I don't understand the vernacular." Wei Shiran explained: "That is to say, he vowed not to let these talented people in the world be ruined by the flames of war." Luo Zhongxia seemed to understand, but nodded, "So he took all the books of those people Did you hide it?" "The book on the wall is Kong Yu." Wei Shiran smiled slightly, "The slips are just the projection of talents, they are dead things, and talents are alive. The owner of the pen mound has higher pursuits, and he hopes to bring those geniuses to life." Talent is preserved and passed on through the ages.” "How is this possible?" "Hehe, even though the master of the pen mound is just a scribe, he has great wisdom, and he is a strange man who has studied all kinds of schools of thought--in the end, he really realized a method of refining pens to absorb souls." It's refining the pen again.Luo Zhongxia has heard this word many times, knowing that it has a lot to do with him, so he can't help but concentrate on it. "The so-called refining the pen to collect the soul is to draw the soul of the recipient as the material, and melt it into the shape of the pen spirit. It is said in the book: "The heart is born, and the words are civilized, and the way of nature." It can be seen that the talent Put your mind at ease, express your poems with your spirit, and since your soul has been harvested into a pen spirit, the talent contained in it will naturally be preserved.” "It sounds so mysterious, why do you have to choose a pen as a carrier?" "Among the four treasures of the study, inkstone is the town of writing, paper is the inheritance of writing, ink is the body of writing, and the brush is the god of writing, so it ranks first among the four treasures. You think, when people write and paint, they must It is full concentration. A body of primordial spirit is born from the heart, stands by itself, and pours everything into the pen. Therefore, refining the pen is really the best way to collect talents.” Having said this, Wei Shiran poured another cup of tea.Xiaorong took no time to add some hot water.Luo Zhongxia also learned to take a sip, a strange bitter taste rippling from the tip of his tongue, he looked up at the black sky and jujube trees in the four corners of the courtyard, and suddenly remembered an article written by Mr. Lu Xun back then.As tired and lazy as him, he didn't feel a little clear for a while. Wei Shiran put down his teacup, and continued to speak eloquently: "Since the master of the pen tomb mastered this method, he has traveled around the world, looking for people who are suitable for refining pens, and when he is dying, he will go to refine pens in person. As the saying goes, death If the lamp goes out, most of those celebrities are not willing to let their talents die with them, and they can't resist the request of the master of the pen mound. He keeps the pen spirit he has refined in a secret place, which is called "" Pen Tomb”, he calls himself the owner of the Pen Tomb, but his real name is not passed on.” "Then what happened next?" "Listen to me slowly." Wei Shiran signaled him to be calm, "Since the master of the pen mound has comprehended the way of refining the brush, he has practiced it step by step, and finally cultivated into a half-immortal body. Afterwards, he experienced For hundreds of years, from the Qin Dynasty to the Han Dynasty, from the Han Dynasty to the Three Kingdoms, from the Three Kingdoms to the Northern and Southern Dynasties Sui and Tang Dynasties, the owner of the pen tomb has cultivated many famous brush spirits, and kept them in the tomb. I don’t know what happened later—I guess It may be that although the master of the pen grave is a half-immortal body, he will grow old after all—the master of the pen grave will not come out anymore, but sent the officials of the pen grave to look around instead of him..." At this moment, Luo Zhongxia suddenly interrupted him: "I just want to know, what does this fairy tale have to do with me?" Wei Shiran didn't think it was disobedient, he took the Hubi that had been beaten back to its original shape from Xiaorong, stroked it from the tip to the end with his fingertips, and said: "I also said just now that the spirit of the pen is made with the spirit of famous people. Celebrities have different temperaments, and the pen spirits produced are also different. There are dignified ones, light ones, simple ones, and steep ones. There are as many kinds of celebrities as there are. Kind of pen spirit." When Wei Shiran said this, his voice lowered, he moved his face closer to Luo Zhongxia, and said seriously: "The next step is the main point I want to say. You have to listen carefully." Luo Zhongxia swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "The master of the pen mound found that after the pen spirit was refined, in addition to collecting talents, it also had another function. The so-called harmony between man and nature, and the unity of all things, after the spirit of the pen collected the essence, it was indistinctly connected with nature. The magic of harmony. Moreover, the magic of harmony is different for each pen spirit, and each has its own supernatural powers.” Wei Shiran pointed to the granddaughter next to him: "Xiao Rong can ice and snow, Ou Zilong can wind and cloud. These are the magical effects of the pen spirit in their bodies." Luo Zhongxia recalled the situation of their confrontation that day, it was too amazing that there was wind and snow in such a hut.He also thought of that time when he bumped into Xiaorong, and the warm and soft jade feeling still fascinates people when he thinks about it, and a ambiguous smile can't help but appear on his lips.He suddenly saw Xiaorong staring at him in a trance, although his face was expressionless, his handsome electric eyes seemed to see through his dirty thoughts, his face turned red, and he hurriedly asked Wei Shiran a question to show that he didn't care: " How did they get their pen spirit?" Wei Shiran said: "The pen spirit is a god. It has its own spirituality and talent, but it must be fused with the human primordial spirit to be able to display it. Bizhong said that the person who merged with the pen spirit is the Bizhong official." Luo Zhongxia nodded repeatedly. , not daring to look sideways into Xiaorong's eyes.Wei Shiran didn't know which pot to open and which pot to lift: "Do you know what is in Xiao Rong's body?" "Ah...uh...Miss Wei can manipulate ice and snow...this..." "The spirit of this pen in her body was refined from Xie Daoyun, a talented woman from the Western Jin Dynasty. When Xie Daoyun was young, there was a famous line by Yongxue, "Wei Ruo catkins are blown up by the wind", which was regarded as a temporary masterpiece. Therefore, the name of this pen is called Yongxu pen. .” "Where's that Ou Zilong?" "Hmm..." Wei Shiran stroked his beard and thought for a while, then said, "I wasn't there that day. According to Xiaorong's description, he called himself Lingyun, and he used the word "Zixu" as a trick. Only the Sima of the Han Dynasty had this title. Xiangru. Sima Xiangru is good at composing Han Fu, especially "Zixu Fu". The Han Fu is magnificent, and Xiaorong's chants are no match at all. If you hadn't acted in time, I'm afraid..." After being reminded by Luo Zhongxiajing, he suddenly thought of the memory of being pierced by a black pen in his chest, and couldn't help but wondered: "Could it be that the thing in my chest is not a monster, but a pen spirit?" "That's right." Wei Shiran stared at him, "And your pen spirit has a lot of background." Luo Zhongxia's mind flashed the fatal poem, and he couldn't help stammering: "You, don't tell me it's Li, Li Bai's?" "Yes, and no."