Chapter 9 Chapter 6 There is no good thing to visit

"Is it, or isn't it?" Luo Zhongxia asked eagerly.The soul of a dignified generation of poets is actually wandering in his chest, this is a big joke. Wei Shiran took another sip of tea slowly, as if teasing Luo Zhongxia's patience, until he could barely sit still, and then slowly said: "Back then, Immortal Li was all over the world, his talents filled the world, and he was very famous. Bi Zhongxia The owner had long wanted to take him into the tomb. In the first year of Baoying, that is, AD 762, Li Baike died at the home of his uncle Li Yangbing in Dangtu. Before his death, the owner of the tomb personally went to the bed and practiced for him Produced a green lotus pen. Who would have thought that this green lotus pen, like Li Bai, is free and unrestrained, unwilling to be included in the pen mound, but escaped from the owner of the pen mound, and disappeared.”

"Is this the one you are talking about?" Luo Zhongxia wanted to touch her chest again. "No, the real Qinglian brush has disappeared for more than a thousand years, and no one knows where Li Bai's soul drove it to. The brush in your body is the one that the owner of the pen mound regretted, and took Taibai's dying pen. Even though the pen was smelted with some traces of Taibai's soul, it is still far from the real Qinglian pen." After hearing this, Luo Zhongxia couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or happy.No wonder I was able to miraculously escape that day at Normal University. It turned out to be the power brought by this fake green lotus pen.

"But... But why did you choose me? Could it be that I am the reincarnation of Li Bai?" Hearing this question, Wei Shiran didn't show any expression, instead, Xiaorong pouted, showing disdain.Luo Zhongxia took another sip of tea to cover up his embarrassment. Wei Shiran stretched out two fingers and said: "Generally speaking, there are two ways to find the owner of the pen spirit: "Shenhui" and "JiShen". Forcibly implanted with external force. The power of the two is different. Just imagine that if the pen spirit is completely different from the planted person, and cannot be pleasing to the pen, the power will be greatly reduced. Once you find the right person to meet with, you will be paralyzed for life.”

The last sentence obviously implied that Luo Zhongxia was not talented enough.He was very upset when he heard it, but he couldn't vent it.The gap between him and Li Bai is about the square of the difference. "So, Xiao...uh, Miss Wei should be a god?" "That's right, when she was twelve years old, she was chosen by the pen spirit, which surprised even me." Luo Zhongxia turned to look at Xiaorong, who was timid and weak, with a touch of elegance, but also somewhat similar to the legendary Xie Daoyun. "Where is that Yingtong? That guy looks dull, his eyes are dull, but what kind of brush did he draw?"

"Well, strictly speaking, it's not a brush spirit. These brushes were originally ordinary brushes without souls, so they can only be made into puppets. If you have studied calligraphy, you should know that Hu brushes are a large series of brushes. Ying—all people in the industry call it Heizi—are famous for their purest texture, and those made from lake brushes are the best of puppets, and they are called Yingtong. Usually, they are made out of pens and used as servants.” Hearing this, Luo Zhongxia jumped up from the stool in surprise: "Wait a minute! So that Yingtong belongs to Bizuka? Then why did it kill me? What enmity do I have with Bizuka?"

Hearing these questions, Wei Shiran's voice turned low again: "This matter involves too much, you know too much, I'm afraid it will lead to death." Luo Zhongxia yelled angrily, "Hey, I've already caused a fatal disaster, okay?" Wei Shiran stretched out his hand to signal him to be calm: "I deliberately lied to you that day just for the sake of your safety; I gave you a Wuxin Sanzhuo brush just for emergencies. It's a pity you didn't pay attention, if it wasn't for my granddaughter Arrive in time, you may have died in their hands long ago."

Luo Zhongxia has never felt the threat of death so clearly since he was a child. When he thought of the feeling of Yingtong strangling his throat just now, his face turned pale, "Why did they come to kill me..." He suddenly Suddenly thought of something, and asked again: "Could it be, could it be because of that Qinglian posthumous writing?" "Exactly. This pen is ominous..." Wei Shiran nodded. At this moment, a deep voice suddenly rushed into the small courtyard.The sound was rumbling, like the wind and the tide, flooding the entire yard in an instant, and it lasted for a long time, even the leaves of the jujube trees rustled along with it.

"Blags are hot, so I'm not ashamed." The three of them were all startled, and couldn't distinguish the source of the sound wave for a while, so they had to turn their heads to look around.Although Luo Zhongxia was terrified, even Wei Xiaorong showed a look of uneasiness, only Wei Shiran quickly regained his composure, with a strange light shining in his eyes. The sound wave lasted for a few seconds and then gradually subsided, and the courtyard returned to silence.It's just that this kind of silence is completely different from the tranquility just now. Wei Shiran picked up the tea bowl and said loudly: "Since you're here, why don't you show up and sit down?"

Suddenly, a large area of ​​yellow light appeared in the small courtyard for no reason. Thousands of light threads swayed like reeds growing from the ground, as if dozens of strong spotlights gathered together.A figure slowly appeared from the center of the aperture, and the radial rays of light gathered bit by bit with his steps.When the man stood in the middle of the small courtyard, the light had been completely retracted like a peacock's wings, and only a golden circle of light faintly glowed around the edge of his figure. Luo Zhongxia held his breath and looked carefully.The person who came was wearing a light blue shirt and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He had a thin face and deep eyes, a bit like Chen Jingrun.But there is a bit of power in the elegance, which makes people's hearts tremble.

"Brother Wei, are you all right?" Wei Shiran snorted coldly, but did not answer, Xiaorong seemed unable to bear this invisible pressure, and called out "Grandpa" worriedly.Wei Shiran patted her hand, indicating that it was okay. The visitor smiled, and then focused his attention on Luo Zhongxia. "Student Luo Zhongxia, hello." "You...you are fine too." Luo Zhongxia felt that his answer was ridiculous, but his mouth was too dry to think.Except for the junior high school math teacher, it was the first time that he could clearly feel the pressure that a person can bring.

There were a few flapping sounds from the sky above the yard, and the old birds that had settled on the jujube tree flapped their wings and fled away. "Old Li, you finally couldn't help but jump out?" Wei Shiran said coldly, and at the same time handed the purple pottery teapot to Xiao Rong. Lao Li took off his glasses and wiped them, and said leisurely: "I shouldn't have come, but it's always bad to see you bullying children with big words." "Hmph, it's not the Zhuge family's turn to teach me a lesson here." Luo Zhongxia was startled at the side, and couldn't help asking: "I was cheated?" Lao Li ignored him, raised his hand slightly, and a beam of light shot out from his fingers, piercing into Luo Zhongxia. Zhong Xia's chest.Luo Zhongxia wanted to hide subconsciously, but his legs couldn't move, so he had to let the light shine on him.Fortunately, this light is warm and neither painful nor itchy.Only the spirit of the pen in his chest seemed unwilling to be covered by the beam of light, tumbling up and down endlessly. After pestering for a minute, Lao Li shook his hand back, the light beam disappeared immediately, and a satisfied smile appeared on his thin face. "It really is Taibai legacy." "..." "Student Luo, for thousands of years, you can be regarded as one of the most blessed and most fortunate. Brother Wei also said that it is unlucky, isn't it deceiving you?" Old Li said, arching his hands at Wei Shiran, "Congratulations, This incomparable feat was actually taken by you, Brother Wei." Wei Shiran said impatiently: "Don't put on airs here, didn't you send someone to grab it early in the morning when I was not around?" Lao Li used his index finger to help the black-rimmed glasses that were about to slip off the bridge of his thin nose: "Oh , You said Ou Zilong. He is still an impulsive young man, and I have already severely criticized him." "Hmph, you have gathered a lot of pen spirits in the past few years, and even the high-end Lingyun pens have been taken away by you." "Thousands of sand and gravel are not as bright as precious pearls. I am not as tight-lipped as Brother Wei, and even my granddaughter has planted a pen spirit, which can be described as deliberate." He suddenly changed the subject, "Over the years, I have never cared about you. The existence of each other, to live in peace with each other, is also to look after the past. Now that Qinglian is in this world, it is different." Wei Shiran raised his eyebrows: "What do you want?" "Give him to me, and then business as usual." Lao Li spoke slowly and flatly, neither a question nor an imperative, but a high-ranking statement. Extremely confident, but also extremely arrogant. When Luo Zhongxia heard this, she was startled, and her back felt cold.This, isn't this obviously trying to rob people?Wei Shiran picked up his teacup and laughed loudly, "You and I know the value of Qinglian in this world, so why bother talking about such nonsense." Lao Li shook his head, "You still have the same temper. What can you do with a Yongxu pen, a Qinglian posthumous pen, and at most two pen officials? How can a mantis mantis arm shake a tree like a cart. Be a What are the benefits of a strong order?" "Who wins and who loses is still unknown. In short, you can never win, and I will never compromise with the Zhuge family." Wei Shiran said firmly, his face was like a cliff, and his fingers were corrected into a weird gesture. Lao Li tapped his temple with his fingers helplessly, and sighed, "Why do you have to fight each other every time?" He took a step forward. Only took one step.All of a sudden, the small courtyard was filled with light. Xiaorong, who remained silent at the side, suddenly jumped up and shot first.Several ice picks pierced through the wind and stabbed straight at Lao Li.However, the ice pick pierced through Lao Li's body like passing through a shadow, without any loss of momentum, and hit the opposite wall with several crisp ding ding sounds. Lao Li was unscathed, just smiled and said: "It seems that impatience is inherited." Xiao Rong'e frowned, and waved her hand to shoot again, but was stopped by Wei Shiran. "No need, this is just a phantom." As if to confirm his words, Lao Li's body in front of him gradually became thinner and gradually swallowed by the light. "Let's come here today, courtesy first and soldiers later. Classmate Luo, we will meet later." The person has almost disappeared, but the voice is still clear, with a faint echo. "You, what are you going to do..." Luo Zhongxia's face turned pale and green, and he muttered timidly.Although he was still confused about the current situation, his intuition told him that he seemed to be involved in a terrible storm. Lao Li, who was almost completely engulfed by the light, replied kindly: "It's not what I want to do, but what I can do." After Lao Li left, the small courtyard returned to its quietness just now, but the atmosphere was quite different. Luo Zhongxia looked at Wei Shiran, then at Xiaorong, and boldly asked, "Who is that person..." "People who are bad for you." Wei Shiran replied in a low voice, as if unwilling to explain further, his two white eyebrows drooped, and his whole body suddenly seemed to be slack.Luo Zhongxia wanted to ask more questions, but Xiao Rong gave him a stare: "My grandfather has exhausted his energy." Only then did Luo Zhongxia know that when they were talking just now, Lao Li and Wei Shiran had already had a contest under the water.Although he didn't understand these strange things, he could tell that Lao Li fought Wei Shiran to a tie with just his phantom body. Wei Shiran gasped for a while before recovering a little bit of energy.He looked at the sky and waved for Xiaorong and Luo Zhongxia to enter the house from the yard.As soon as he waved his hand, the portrait of the owner of the pen mound floated into the room, and stuck itself on the wall without moving. After entering the back room, Xiao Rong supported Wei Shiran to lie on the camp bed, took out a small porcelain bottle from a chest of drawers, poured out a pill the size of a grain of rice, and gave Wei Shiran the water to drink. .Wei Shiran rolled his throat a few times, let out a long breath, and his complexion gradually returned to rosy. Wei Shiran turned his head, and said to Luo Zhongxia, who had been foolishly standing beside him all this time: "Now you must want to know who we are, who they are, and what is their relationship with Bizuka?" Luo Zhongxia's thoughts were completely guessed, and he nodded in embarrassment. Wei Shiran said, "Have you ever heard of Wei Kang?" Luo Zhongxia shook his head. "This matter can be traced back to the Three Kingdoms period. At that time, there was a famous calligrapher in the State of Wei named Wei Dan, styled Zhongjiang; Wei Kang was Wei Dan's brother, styled Yuanjiang. When Wei Kang was young, he was carried by the owner of the pen tomb and entered the tomb as an official. Knowing the method of refining brushes, and later adding his own painstaking research, he finally became a generation of famous pen makers. Wei Kang's descendants inherited the ancestral job, entered the world as a family of pen makers, and were born as pen officials, borrowing the fame of pen makers Make friends with celebrities, and collect pens that can be refined for the master of the pen mound from generation to generation." "Could it be that you..." "That's right, we are the descendants of the Webster's family. It has been the forty-fifth generation." Luo Zhongxia looked at Wei Shiran and then at Xiao Rong, feeling speechless. "Originally, the officials of the Bizhong were all from the Wei family, but in the Tang Dynasty, there was a change. For the first time, a foreign surname appeared among the officials of the Bizhong - Langya Zhuge. From then on, the Bizhong officials were divided into two, Wei and Zhuge. This situation lasted for hundreds of years. During the Northern Song Dynasty, a strong man named Zhuge Gao appeared in the Zhuge family. What is this chaos is now an eternal mystery. Only after knowing this, the owner of the pen mound disappeared, and the pen mound also disappeared, and no one knows where it is from now on.” "What... did the pen mound disappear in the Song Dynasty... I thought this secret organization continued to this day." Luo Zhongxia regretted. "Hehe, even though the pen mound is gone, the Webster and Zhuge clans are still spreading and multiplying. After that dispute, the two families have been fighting openly and secretly. While secretly collecting the scattered pen spirits, they are trying to find the origin of the pen mound. He also made pens himself, but he couldn't make one as pure as Bi Zhong Bi Ling." "So people like you have been passed down to this day?" "Advancing with the times, we have to live. However, the secret of the pen spirit has never been disclosed, and only the people of these two families know it. If this is made public, I am afraid it will cause new turmoil. Both families have this point. tacit agreement." "That old Li is a descendant of the Zhuge clan, right?" "That's right, hum. He has been fighting with me for decades. I know him well. He is a guy who can use any means to achieve his goal. This time when he saw Qinglian reborn, it seems that he was fighting I made up my mind to grab it." Thinking of what Lao Li said before leaving, Luo Zhongxia couldn't help but shudder, and rubbed his chest and said, "Is my green lotus so important?" "Exactly, the rebirth of Qinglian is of great significance." Wei Shiran's expression suddenly darkened when he said this, "Old Li has worked hard for so many years, and he has many followers. .And besides me, the Wei family has only Xiaorong to rely on. The future is bleak." Xiao Rong listened at the side, held Wei Shiran's hand, and unconsciously leaned against the pillow. "Is Lao Li also a pen official?" "Can't be sure, but one thing is enough: His power is unfathomable." "Isn't that..." Luo Zhongxia felt that what he said next was too cowardly, so he was embarrassed to say it, and changed his words: "They want Qinglian's posthumous writing, what will I do?" Wei Shiran glanced at him: "As I said, Lao Li is unscrupulous. Have you forgotten that Yingtong who wanted to kill you?" Luo Zhongxia's complexion changed drastically. "Then, then I'll return the pen to you, okay?" Luo Zhongxia now just wants to get out of this land of right and wrong as soon as possible, and return to being an ordinary college student who has nothing to do with the world. Wei Shiran had expected that he would say this, but shook his head slightly, sighed and said: "This matter is not so easy. If I can easily take the pen spirit out of you, I will be there when you are in the shop that day. Take it, why delay until now?" Luo Zhongxia heard Wei Shiran's tone, there should be another way, so he hurriedly asked: "Then how to get it?" "The spirit of the pen is not an entity, but resides in the soul of the host. As long as the host dies and the spirit of the pen has nothing to rely on, it can be taken back naturally." "..." "To put it simply, as long as I kill you, everything will be solved." Luo Zhongxia's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help laughing at himself: "This is indeed a good way." He looked around vigilantly, and suddenly thought, if Wei Shiran wants to kill him now, he can only wait for death. Beware, it makes no difference. "Why do I want to involve outsiders in this dispute." Wei Shiran raised his head and said seriously: "In fact, since the spirit of the pen has been inherited by you, it is also fate." "Fate..." Luo Zhongxia bowed his head in silence, chewing the word over and over again. "Yes, if you experience the beauty of the Qinglian pen, you will benefit endlessly throughout your life. How about it? Join us." Wei Shiran and Xiao Rong cast their eyes on Luo Zhongxia at the same time, and the room fell into a brief silence. "No, forget it." Luo Zhongxia shook his head.