And said you're not a fairy

Chapter 144 The Nameless Female Ghost

Chen Yuan decided to live in Wu Yeshou's house at night.

Wu Ye first ordered the book boy to prepare a room for Chen Yuan.

at night.

Wu Ye first ordered the book boy to cook three or four farm side dishes to accompany the wine.

I made a pot of homemade rice wine and entertained Chen Yuan.

In fact, the wine that people in Dayong often drink in their homes is basically rice wine or rice wine, not the highly distilled wine of the previous life, that is, white wine.

And the wine drunk by the gods usually adds some exotic flowers and fruits, so that the wine tastes fruity or floral.

Just like the "Hundred Days Drunk" that Chen Yuan drank when he was in Lujiang City, Lujiang City God Jia Shedao hosted a banquet for Chen Yuan, or the wine and "jade liquid" that the former Nanshi Mountain God Shi Xuanyuan drank when he hosted a banquet for Chen Yuan. liquor.

It's just that more precious stalactite liquid has been added to the "jade liquid".

This kind of wine is generally not easy to get drunk.

Even people who don't drink much can drink a few bowls.

Chen Yuan also drank rice wine before, that is, when he returned to Pingliang County, his elder brother went out to buy rice wine to entertain Chen Yuan. It tasted sour, but Chen Yuan thought it was just right.

"Brother Wu, there is one thing I don't understand about Pindao. Why are the paintings in your room all incomplete, why don't you complete the paintings?"

While drinking with Wu Yeshou, Chen Yuan looked at the walls around the room and said.

The four walls around here are covered with paintings by Wu Yeshou. Chen Yuan glanced around and found that these paintings were all incomplete, especially the paintings with birds, beasts and figures, not here. Incomplete, that is where it is incomplete, none of them is complete.

Wu Yeshou didn't explain, but he picked up a glass of rice wine and touched Chen Yuan before putting down the glass and saying:
"Su Chu, you don't know something. The so-called incomplete is the most perfect. If every painting is complete, it will not be beautiful."

However, Chen Yuan did not believe Wu Yeshou's words. He felt that there must be a deeper reason, but Wu Yeshou was unwilling to say it.

"By the way, what about the "scalper picture" outside the house just now? Why didn't it hang up?"

Seeing that Wu Yeshou was unwilling to speak, Chen Yuan didn't ask any more questions. After looking around again, he couldn't find the "Scalper Picture" painted by Wu Yeshou during the day, so Chen Yuan asked Wu Yeshou.

"The "scalper picture" is not perfect, I just ordered the book boy to take it and burn it."

Wu Yeshou said calmly.

"Burn it!"

Chen Yuan was a little surprised.

You must know that with the name of Wu Ye's first painting saint, even Emperor Dayong once asked him to ask for a painting. Every painting he painted, as long as he is willing to sell it, not to mention the value of a thousand gold, a hundred gold should be more than enough of.

But most of them were probably burned by Wu Ye's first order of the book boy.

There are only more than 20 excellent products hanging on the surrounding walls at this time.

Chen Yuan carefully observed the paintings hanging on the surrounding walls, he saw landscapes, birds, beasts, and figures inside, most of which were figures.

In addition, at this time, I can see that the "scalper picture" in the daytime is already very aura, but compared with every painting in the room, it is better than the "scalper picture".

In each of these paintings, whether it is landscapes, birds, animals, or figures, it seems to be alive.

The fly in the ointment is the incompleteness of these paintings, which destroys a trace of artistic conception and beauty.

"Brother Wu really strives for excellence, so only these scrolls are left."

Chen Yuan sighed after reading it.

Wu Yeshou wanted to say something to Chen Yuan, but he hesitated to speak.

"By the way, Brother Wu, there are rumors from the outside world that outside your house, there are gongs and drums at night, the sound of women laughing coquettishly, and the sound of evil ghosts crying. Everyone thinks this is when you are painting. Is the vision of the characters in the movie coming true, is this true?"

Chen Yuan then thought of the rumors he had heard from the Changchun Taoists before his arrival.

"how can that be?"

"How can ordinary people's painting skills make the characters in the painting come true and come out of the painting? It's all just rumors!"

Wu Yeshou denied it.

When Wu Yeshou said this, although his expression was calm, Chen Yuan carefully observed that when Wu Yeshou said these words, his right hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, and the wine in the wine glass splashed a little. ripple.

Seeing Wu Yeshou's denial of the matter, Chen Yuan couldn't ask any further questions.

Chen Yuan and Wu Yeshou chatted while drinking. The side dishes on the table were heated up by the book boy three times. They also drank five pots of homemade rice wine. They chatted until late at night. In the end, Wu Yeshou got drunk. The banquet was declared over.

During the two or three hours of chatting, they chatted most about painting skills. Wu Yeshou passed on many tricks of painting to Chen Yuan in the drinking room.

On the other hand, Wu Yeshou was very curious about Chen Yuan's origin, and Chen Yuan also told Wu Yeshou some things related to himself with some reservations.

In the past few years, he went to the home of relatives in Lin County to borrow and study. On the way, he met a demon and was captured. Strange things, things about folk artists, I told Wu Yeshou some.

Wu Yeshou listened with gusto. If it wasn't for his loud mouth, Wu Yeshou would have dragged him to talk until dawn.

After the book boy helped Wu Yeshou back to the room to rest, he led Chen Yuan to the east wing room in the backyard that had been arranged in advance.

"Daozhang, it's getting late, you should rest early."

The book boy took an oil lamp, lit the oil lamp on the table for Chen Yuan, and instructed Chen Yuan.

Just when he was about to leave with the oil lamp in his hand, he seemed to think of something again, stopped and said to Chen Yuan:

"By the way, if you hear movement outside the yard at night, don't take it seriously and don't go out."

After speaking, the book boy left with the oil lamp in his hand.

When leaving, he also used the remaining hand for Chen Yuan to close the door one after another.

"What does this bookboy mean?"

Chen Yuan was puzzled.

But he didn't bother to think too much, he put the sword box in his hand beside the bed, took off his shoes, socks and robes, then blew out the lamps and candles, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Chen Yuan is still not just sleeping habitually, but practicing the "Fetal Breath Jue" while half asleep and half awake.

While sleeping but not sleeping, he swallowed the clear and spiritual energy of the surrounding world, and the process of refining energy into energy, refining energy into spirit was going on in his body.

In this state, Chen Yuan didn't know how long he had slept.

Suddenly, he was awakened by the voice of a mellow and sad woman singing in the courtyard outside the house.

"You Dao Cui Sheng's skirt and shirt, the gorgeous crystal flower hairpin and the eight treasures..."

"No one will see the benefits of Qia Sanchun, so don't be wary of fish falling into wild geese and birds making noise..."

Chen Yuan opened his eyes in the dark, only to hear a mellow and bleak female voice, which came from the yard outside the house, and seemed to be right outside the door.

Chen Yuan vaguely felt a strong yin energy, and Chen Yuan concluded that the person standing outside the door should be a female ghost.

Just when Chen Yuan was about to get up and rush out at any time, the desolate and melodious voice gradually faded away.

Chen Yuan temporarily gave up the idea of ​​making a move, thinking in his mind, where did the female ghost outside the door come from!

However, he thought of the reminder from the book boy when he left before going to bed, that the book boy and even Zhang Yeshou knew about the existence of this female ghost.

"Don't be in a hurry to make a move, just listen to what the purpose of this female ghost is!"

Chen Yuan secretly said in his heart.

"For you, you are like a flower and a beautiful family, and the years are like water. It's Da'er who has been searching all over, pitying himself in the secluded boudoir..."

"Xiangyun Pian, just arrived at Meng'er's side. But Gaotang wakes up the screen window and sleeps inconveniently."

Chen Yuan lay on the bed and listened for a while, and felt that the female ghost sang very well. In addition, he found that the female ghost didn't seem to have any intention of harming anyone, but just walked back and forth in the front and back yards of the house and sang operas.

Apart from being a bit scary and creepy at first, it's not harmful at all.

Seeing that the female ghost outside the door was a harmless female ghost, Chen Yuan didn't care about her any more, and let her sing. After lying down and sleeping, she continued to practice the "Fetal Breath Jue".

The night passed in the blink of an eye, and the female ghost sang in front and back of the house all night, and her voice gradually disappeared until dawn.

It was dawn the next day.

The book boy woke up very early, and brought cloth towels, washbasins, coarse salt, willow branches and other things for Chen Yuan to wash.

"Daozhang, did you sleep well last night?"

After Chen Yuan finished washing and getting dressed, the book boy asked Chen Yuan.

"Slept well."

Chen Yuan responded and asked the book boy:

"By the way, what happened to that female ghost who sang outside the house last night?"

The book boy didn't answer Chen Yuan, he said to Chen Yuan:

"After the Taoist priest has finished washing, follow me to see my master. He is waiting for the Taoist priest to eat, and he will tell the Taoist priest the reason."

Chen Yuan's reading boy didn't want to say anything, so Chen Yuan didn't ask too much, and followed the book boy to see Wu Yeshou.

Wu Yeshou was waiting for Chen Yuan in the dining hall in the front yard. The area of ​​Wu Yeshou's ancestral house was huge. In addition to the front yard, there were also backyards and middle yards.

Chen Yuan came to the dining hall and saw Wu Yeshou sitting at the Bafang table having breakfast.

The breakfast is very light, it is some corn porridge and steamed buns, mixed with two dishes of side dishes.

Steamed buns are steamed buns.

Dayong is different from the previous life. The buns are called steamed buns, and in some places they are also called cage cakes, and the steamed buns are called cooking cakes.

"Su Chu got up, come, let's sit down and have breakfast together."

Seeing Chen Yuan walking in, Wu Ye said to Chen Yuan.

Hearing this, Chen Yuan sat down, filled a bowl of corn porridge himself, picked up a piece of steamed bun, and sat next to Wu Yeshou to eat it.

After one bite, the gravy exploded in his mouth. Chen Yuan tasted it, and found that it was beef stuffed buns, which tasted very good.

Chen Yuan was a little surprised. Beef is the best meat among the best meats, and its price is much higher than that of mutton.

However, when Chen Yuan thought of Wu Yeshou, he was an existence with extraordinary painting skills and was called a saint of painting. Even the emperor once asked him for paintings, and he was relieved all of a sudden.

Wu Yeshou must be a man with no shortage of money, so he immediately ate without any hesitation.

It didn't take long before two steamed buns and a bowl of corn porridge were dazzled into my belly.

After eating almost, Chen Yuan put another bowl of corn porridge into the bowl, then raised his head and asked Wu Yeshou: "Brother Wu, what happened last night?"

After Wu Yeshou finished eating, he was sitting there watching Chen Yuan eat. He smiled and replied, "I thought you wouldn't ask, Su Chu!"

Then Wu Ye said: "As a practitioner, Su Chu must have known what that was last night, right?"

Chen Yuan picked up the bowl on the table, took a sip of Meimei, then put it down and said, "Female ghost."

Wu Ye first nodded: "That's right, it's a female ghost, but that female ghost doesn't harm people, so she's been living with me in the house all along, and people and ghosts live in peace."

Chen Yuan said again: "But it's alright, how could there be a female ghost in the house? Brother Wu, isn't your ancestral house where you live? It stands to reason that such wandering ghosts shouldn't appear."

Generally, ghosts must have a source, just like the house that Chen Yuan rented before. There are many families who have lived in that yard, so ghosts are naturally prone to appear.

But since this is Wu Ye's ancestral house, it stands to reason that ghosts should not appear.

Wu Yeshou smiled and said, "It seems that you, Su Chu, know a lot about me."

After Wu Yeshou pondered for a while, he said to Chen Yuan: "Since Su Chu knows about my situation, I won't keep it from you."

"Actually, what you said before was correct, that female ghost was drawn by me."

Chen Yuan was surprised, but felt that it was reasonable. At the same time, he felt a little puzzled.

He had heard of Painted Skin, but it was the first time he had heard of painting a ghost out of thin air with just his painting skills.

"I don't know when the paintings I made began to have spirituality. From the beginning, after the birds were painted, they flew out of the paper and disappeared into the mountains and forests."

"In the future, whether it's cattle, horses, livestock, or beauties, in addition to dead things, they will all jump out of the drawing paper and become real creatures."

"And during this process, when I was painting, sometimes there was too much movement, and the people living around saw and heard it, so they spread the word."

"In order not to cause riots, I will only paint incomplete paintings and tell the outside world that it is a rumor."

Wu Yeshou went on to explain.

Only now did Chen Yuan realize that there was such an inside story about this incident.

But this Wu Yeshou, with his painting skills alone, can make the creatures in the paintings come true, which can be said to be close to the Tao.

"Brother Wu is amazing, no wonder you are called a master of painting. With your painting skills, you are already comparable to spells like the technique of making a painting come true."

Chen Yuan sighed after listening, Wu Yeshou himself is just a mortal.

"It can't compare to spells. I think that although the painting skills are powerful and have reached the peak of ordinary people, there is still a huge gap between spells such as "Take a brush and make it real."

Wu Ye shook his head.

"how do I say this?"

Chen Yuan asked.

"Su Chu, you don't know that Fuhuguan's brushwork makes it real. After it is completed, no matter whether it is vegetation, bamboo, stone, or birds and animals, men, women and children can make paintings come true."

"Although my painting skills are great, it can only become real when I paint birds and beasts with life, men, women and children."

"In addition, your brush strokes can become real, and you can manifest immortals, gods, monsters and monsters after you have completed it. This is absolutely impossible for my painting skills."

"So far, I can only draw ghosts."

Wu Yeshou explained the difference.

"I see."

Chen Yuan, as a practitioner of the technique of making the brush come true, did not expect that there would be such a difference.

From this point of view, the technique of "turning a brush into reality" is indeed better than Wu Yeshou's painting skills.

"What happened to the female ghost last night?"

Chen Yuan asked Wu Yeshou.

"Once I read a story about a "virtuous ghost" in a miscellaneous book."

"The story tells the story of a beautiful girl who can sing opera, who fell in love with a man in the village. Not long after she married, she died of a serious illness before she even gave birth to any children. The husband didn't want to remarry, but after his parents Under the persuasion and pressure of my relatives, I had to marry another woman from a neighboring village to bear the incense for her son."

"A scoundrel from the same village has long coveted that woman's beauty, but he has never had the chance before."

"After the woman died, he felt that he had an opportunity, so he went to the village witch, and the witch gave him a trick to make him go to the woman's tombstone at night, offering a cup of tea, or displaying some fruits, and at the same time chanting, Some provocative words of admiration."

"The woman never showed up. After a month of being harassed by the rogue, she finally showed up. The rogue thought he had touched the woman."

"But I don't know that this woman has long seen his bad virtues. After yelling at her, she disappeared in front of the tombstone. Seeing that her goal was not achieved, the rascal could only leave in embarrassment."

"I admire that female ghost as a human being, and then I drew a picture of the "unnamed female ghost" based on that female ghost."

"This time I was too involved in the painting and forgot to leave a blank, so that the female ghost walked out of the painting."

"However, this world is not the world in the painting after all. The woman will never see her husband again, so she sings in the courtyard every night to express her miss."

"That female ghost is a good ghost. She doesn't harm anyone. She is in my yard and has nothing to do with me."

Wu Ye first told the reason for this incident.

"It turns out that there is such an inside story in this matter."

Chen Yuan felt a little surprised when he was surprised.

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