I have an inn in Xianxia

Chapter 125
Shaking his head and getting up, after washing, Lu Cheng opened the door, and everyone flocked to order.

After everything was busy, Lu Cheng saw the white-haired old man walking in yesterday. The latter was still holding a pen in his hand. He thought he was going to record today.

"Shopkeeper Lu, you should do your work first, and I will discuss it after you finish your work."

"it is good."

Maybe God wanted to give Lu Cheng some time today, the customers who entered the store were not like yesterday, they were busy all morning, and the people who came again were in twos and threes, and there was no scene of a long queue.

But when you think about it, although the food in the inn is delicious, the price is really not very affordable. Ordinary mortals can eat it once or twice a month. The long queue yesterday was because Lu Cheng didn't open the door for a few days.

The two had agreed yesterday, and Lu Cheng asked him directly what kind of poems he wanted.

The old man replied, the more the better.

"In this case, you have to remember it well."

According to the records in his memory, Lu Cheng mentioned Tang poems and Song poems one by one.

He spoke quickly, and the white-haired old man remembered faster. He saw that the white-haired old man's strokes were vigorous and powerful, and the handwriting was so beautiful that people couldn't help admiring him, just like a master of literature.

After a full hour, Lu Cheng finally finished all he knew. In fact, his mouth was dry halfway through the speech, but seeing that the white-haired old man remembered his diligence, it was obvious that he was crazy about literature. An old man is like this, Lu Cheng Cheng was too embarrassed to say stop.

After saying this, he quickly poured himself a glass of water, gulped it down, and sat behind the counter to enjoy it.

The white-haired old man looked at the note in his hand and sank into it, reading a few sentences from time to time.

"There is no mausoleum in the mountains, and the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to say goodbye to the king, quatrains, quatrains!"

"Eternal and eternal, this hatred lasts forever, and the emotions expressed in it, I actually have a feeling of personal experience."

"Passionate since ancient times hurts parting, it's even more embarrassing, and the Qingqiu Festival is neglected. It's really hard to imagine. There are so many good sentences. I wonder if I have read poems and books. Thanks to you, shopkeeper Lu, otherwise I will never be able to read them. It is a great regret in life to have so many good sentences.”

"The old man's reputation is too high. I'm just a porter who recites the wisdom of the predecessors."

"Shopkeeper Lu, there is one more thing."

"Please, sir."

The old man took out a scroll and slowly spread it out. It is a landscape painting with concise lines and only a few strokes, but in the vast river, a fisherman is wearing a coir raincoat and sitting on a small boat with a fishing rod in his hand. A few lines are drawn, and a lot of blank space shows that it is the middle of winter, and there is nothing else.

Lu Cheng took a look and said, "The painting style is simple, but it has a sense of being out of this world. It should be everyone's handwriting."

"Shopkeeper Lu, don't say that."

"Could it be that this painting was written by you, old man?"

"I'm old and not talented, the shopkeeper laughed at me." The white-haired old man answered Lu Cheng's question.

"You don't need to be like this, old man. Although this painting has no real scene and no details, it gives me a sense of being there. I have seen some famous paintings handed down before, but they can't compare with this."

What Lu Cheng said was the truth, he didn't intend to compliment, and there was no need to compliment.

"Old man, what do you want to take out this painting?"

"To tell you the truth, this painting is the latest work of the old man. However, looking at the poetry anthology in mainland China, there is no poem to match it. Shopkeeper Lu knows a lot, so I want the shopkeeper to see if there are any poems that can be used as a match."

Lu Cheng thought for a while, and then said: "This painting is too abstract, there is only artistic conception, and it may not be easy to add poetry."

"Yes." The old man also sighed, "I have visited countless people, and they all wrote inscriptions and poems for this painting, but it is difficult for them to match this painting."

"That's right." Lu Cheng nodded when he heard the words. That's right. There is too much blank space in this painting, giving people unlimited room for imagination. The most difficult thing is to use poetry to summarize this painting without affecting its imagination space, and at the same time not destroying the painting. Draw the artistic conception of dust. "

"Shopkeeper Lu is really well-informed, I don't know if he has a care in his heart."

"Seeing this painting, I did recall a line of poetry, the old man might as well listen to it."

"Okay, the old man is all ears."

Lu Cheng tapped the stone table twice, and then said, "Thousands of mountains and birds will fly away, and thousands of people will disappear."

After finishing the two sentences, the eyes of the white-haired old man lit up. These two poems are especially suitable for the scene. Where is there a bird in the whole painting? Except for the fisherman, where is there any human presence?But this poem starts from nowhere, not only is it not abrupt, but it deepens the sense of emptiness and depression in the painting.

Lu Cheng slid his fingers over the drawing paper, stroked the outlined lines lightly, and said, "Lonely boatman, fishing alone—cold river—snow!"

As the word snow fell, the old man was already there in a daze. An inexplicable feeling of loneliness surged into his heart. Based on his imagination from poems and paintings, how lonely and lonely would that be?
This scene, these words, and this poem are really a perfect match!
He searched the mainland for several years to no avail, but found the answer today. Although the white-haired old man is powerful, this academic thing has nothing to do with strength.

It took a long while for the old man to come back to his senses, "May I ask shopkeeper Lu, which sage did this poem come from?"

"Liu Zongyuan."

"Liu Zongyuan... is really a master of poetry, this old man has the courage to write this poem on the painting." He moved his hands continuously, and in the next second, a line of poetry was added to the blank space of the landscape painting.

Looking at it again, the poems reflect each other, which not only does not destroy the artistic conception of this painting, but also adds a strange emotion.

The old man picked up the picture scroll, looked at it non-stop, and kept chanting the poems on the painting, apparently intoxicated by it.

Lu Cheng returned to the back of the counter, picked up a wooden block in his hand, and held the Dragon Slaying Sword in the other hand, and was carving bit by bit.

As a chef, Lu Cheng knows that carving is indispensable. Although the inn can give him certain skills, he still needs to work hard to improve himself to the greatest extent.

Moreover, after such a long time, Lu Cheng is very aware of the inn's urgency. Since the main mission gave him such a carving knife, he will definitely release something related to carving in the future. It's better to act first, so that at least you can look at it with a high level of awareness.

The Dragon Slaying Knife is very sharp. This hard solid wood is like a piece of soft tofu under the Dragon Slaying Knife. It can be scratched with a light touch. Lu Cheng has just practiced and can't control it perfectly. Fortunately, he picked it up two days ago. After mastering the skill of "wrist strength", he improved quickly. After a while, he nodded in self-satisfaction, thinking that the next customer could decorate with carvings or something.

At the gate of the abandoned city, two figures appeared out of thin air, both of them were dressed in silver.

"Found it, the devil is in this city."

(End of this chapter)