Raising the Demon

Chapter 227 One Ink Becomes a Demon Named Guibao
Zi Baifeng returned to the study with the unfinished volume of "Cursive Script Song Xing", threw the fragmented volume on the desk, and planned to deal with official business.

I just added the inkstone to the water, and before I had time to grind the ink, I suddenly remembered something, turned and walked out.

"Mother, then Gui Qingmo leave some money for me." Zi Baifeng said, "In a few days, I'm going to visit some important people..."

Zi Baifeng's voice gradually faded away, and a small figure came out from the gap under his bookcase.

It was a small person the size of a fingertip, naked all over, with a big head, small arms and legs, and a handful of hair on the melon seed of the head, which was light yellow in color and looked like an osmanthus petal.

He stretched out his nose and sniffed, and seemed to smell something nice in the air, and immediately got out from the corner, struggling to climb up the table legs.

The little guy's arms and legs were really too short, he slipped off the table legs several times, managed to climb onto the table, and immediately spread his feet and ran towards the remnant scroll.

There seemed to be something on the fragment that attracted it very much and made him feel very kind.

He climbed up and down on the remnants of scrolls for a while, and suddenly he was attracted by the inkstone filled with water again. It climbed onto the inkstone, stretched out a hand, and tapped into the inkstone. The little lotus root's little finger touched the water surface, and there was a circle of black ripples.

The little guy seemed to find it very interesting. He looked around and lay down on the brush on the pen stand, planning to use the brush as a jumping platform for a high-altitude dive. Who would have thought that the brush would turn up when he reached the end of the brush? One couldn't stand stably, and slapped it flat into the inkstone, splashing fine water.

Circles of ink spread around the little guy, and almost instantly, the clear water in the inkstone turned into ink.

The little guy happily swam around inside the inkstone, and after a while, he got up from the water again, lay on the edge of the inkstone, posed a seductive pose, and smugly looked at the ink.

Bai Shengsheng's small body was reflected in the ink, black and white, especially conspicuous.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open with a creak.

Little Stone poked his head in.

"Ha, that's great, brother isn't here!" Little Shitou looked left and right, carefully held the remnants of Zi Baifeng's scrolls on the table in his arms, and ran away on tiptoe.

The little guy poked his head out from the inkstone, spit out a mouthful of water he accidentally swallowed with a groan, jumped off the inkstone, and rolled on the rice paper spread out by Zi Baifeng, the ink on his body was absorbed by the rice paper, smudged Come to think of it, the little guy probably thought it was very interesting, happily rolling around on the paper.

With a "snap", the door was pushed open again, and Zi Baifeng walked in with some pieces of ink in his arms. , this piece..."

Zi Baifeng sat in front of the desk while thinking, but was attracted by the splashed ink landscape on the desk: "Hey, who painted this?"

Take a closer look, the table is full of water droplets and ink spots, such careless hands are definitely small stones.

"This little rock is actually pretty good at drawing, I'm afraid it was just a random drawing." Zi Baifeng unfolded the painting, nodded and said: "Well, especially this little bird, it's very vivid, but it's too small Got some... go show it to your mother."

Zi Baifeng turned around and left. Hearing the sound of closing the door, the little man poked his head out from behind the brush washer, only to hear Zi Baifeng laugh: "I caught it!"

A big hand reached out and grabbed the little man in his hand.

When Zi Baifeng came in, he felt something was wrong. How could the little stone in his house know how to draw anything?He is very good at Little Queer Pecking Mitu, come alive?At most, it is the level of kindergarten.The two circles are the body and the head, the three dots are the eyes and the mouth, and a lot of ink dots are dotted, it is the pecking rice map. When Zi Baifeng was giving lectures in Mengcheng, he arranged them for these little guys. I did the sketching homework, but what Xiaoshitou handed in was this picture of the little bird pecking rice. Zi Baifeng was very happy when he saw it.

As soon as Zi Baifeng came in, he felt the same aura as that of laurel in the air. The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus wafted from the inkstone, and the fool knew something was wrong.

"Wow!" As soon as he held it in his hands, Zi Baifeng heard the little doll in his hand cry, and the little guy cried out ink, which immediately made Zi Baifeng's hands black.Zi Baifeng said helplessly: "Don't cry, don't cry, I didn't hit you..."

Zi Baifeng is really not good at coaxing children, the more he coaxes the little guy, the more he cries, seeing the little guy rolling and crying in his palm, Zi Baifeng suddenly panicked, turned around and ran with the little guy in his hands I went out: "Mother! Mother!"

After a lot of effort, Zi Wu finally coaxed the little guy to stop crying. He lay in Zi Wu's palm, curled up into a ball, and fell asleep.

Mrs. Wu took a handkerchief, helped the little guy wipe off the ink stains on his body, and put it in a modified brocade box.

"This is..." Zijian, Zi Baifeng, and Zi Wushi all got together, gathered around the small brocade box, watching the little guy sleeping there with his belly bulging.

"I guess this is the ink that escaped." Zi Baifeng laughed.

"Hush!" Zi Wu glared at him, beckoning him to keep his voice down, then dragged Zi Jian away, led a few people to the outside room, and said, "What are you doing so loudly? I finally got to sleep, I don't want to let He was crying again."

The ink stains cannot be washed off, and on Zi Wu's white handkerchief, there are a few more ink plums.

A faint aura floated from the ink stains, with a strong fragrance.

"I don't care, mother, you can keep him." Zi Baifeng spread his hands, this crying little guy, he can't be entangled.

Strictly speaking, this little guy was just born, so it's normal to love to cry, but it's too troublesome to cry.

Seeing that Zi Jian and Zi Baifeng turned their faces and fled away, Zi Wu could only sigh: "Oh, man."

But she was full of joy in her heart.

For a long time, she and Zijian have been hesitating whether to have another child belonging to them.

But they were very worried that having another child would affect the current harmonious relationship. Moreover, it would be unfair to Zi Baifeng and Xiao Shitou, so they suppressed this thought.

But seeing Zi Baifeng and Xiao Shitou growing up day by day, especially Xiao Shitou, who looked the same the first day and was about to grow up, Zi Wu also felt a little inexplicably melancholy.Now Zi Baifeng is busy around every day, and Xiao Shitou doesn't see anyone all day long. She doesn't know where her madness is. In the future, Zi Baifeng and Xiao Shitou are married, and she feels that she will be even more lonely.

But even if you want another child, isn't there a day?And will do it again.

Zijian has four brothers who are ax, saw, and planer, and treat him like a sweetheart, so she can relieve him of boredom if nothing happens, and she also turns her attention to other directions, planning to make a career out of it.

The birth of this little guy was like a gift from heaven to her, Zi Wu was naturally very happy to affirm her efforts.

The Wu family decided to raise this little guy as a child, um, call him Xiao Guibao.

But in this way, the other little guys in the family will suffer. This little Guibao likes to play with other little guys, and also likes to cry. When he cries, there are puddles of ink. Black, almost all black.

Educating children is a particularly difficult and headache-intensive task. Fortunately, Mrs. Wu is patient and experienced. Although it is hard work, she is very happy.

The servants were already familiar with the weirdness of this family. They all knew that these people were monks, and no one dared to chew their tongues, and they all pretended not to see it.

Furthermore, the master's family is generous and treats them kindly, so they pretend to be deaf and dumb.

These are later stories.

……

Let's say that under the order of Zi Wu, the servants of the family took Zi Baifeng's several volumes of examination ink papers to bind them.

The next door to Shusi Street is the largest calligraphy and painting street in Xijing. Because Mr. Wu specifically told him to find the best mounting shop, the servants went straight to the most famous mounting shop in Xijing, Jiuxinzhai. .

The storefront of Jiuxinzhai is not big, and there are not many paintings that are mounted every day. Framed paintings.

In the small shop, there was only one apprentice working, and he didn't care too much when he saw that only a servant came with the paintings, and said: "If it's framed, just put it there, and the price will be set after the master comes back and reads it." , come and pick it up in a few days.”

This is also the rule of Jiuxinzhai.

The servant also knew this rule, and said: "This is the calligraphy of my lord, it needs to be used urgently, please hurry up."

"I'll save it." The apprentice didn't raise his head, "Come and get it in half a month."

The servant knew there was nothing he could do in a hurry, so he went back to report, and Mrs. Wu set the tone: "Then my Gui Moxuan will open in half a month."

Before that, Zi Wu had to find a suitable storefront, design, decorate, write a plaque, and there were many other things. Except Zi Baifeng, they were all busy.

Not long after that, the master chef of Jiuxinzhai came back. This is an old man with white hair and a childlike face, with a smile on his face.

As soon as he entered the door, he felt that something was wrong. He sniffled and immediately smelled the test ink post in the corner. When he opened it, his eyes widened.

"Who sent this?" asked the master.

"I don't know whose house came up, I asked him to come and pick it up after fifteen days..."

"Nonsense!" The master frowned suddenly, and they did always have this attitude towards those who don't know who arty framed things, but...

"I'll mount it." The master said.

"Master?" The apprentice's eyes widened. In fact, the master has not done this job for more than ten years. Many people claim that the master did it himself, but in fact it was all done by him, but he asked himself that he has not yet become a master. So he stayed here all the time as an apprentice, but he didn't know how many people from the mounting shop wanted to pay a lot of money to lure him away.

"You still have a lot to learn..." The master shook his head, sighed, and entered the inner room with the calligraphy and painting in his hands. The apprentice quickly put down his work and said, "Master, I will help too!"

Three days later, the four volumes of test ink notes written by four kinds of ink treasures were hung in the center of Jiuxinzhai.

　Well, make up for what is owed, otherwise it will be all daytime, and the pressure will be too great.I have to drive back to Jinan during the day...

　　Also, ask for a monthly pass!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)