Qi Yin's head was a little stunned. This painting must be at least two hundred years old. His brother is only 26 years old this year. How did he get into it? Qi Yin looked over and over again. The ink painting was freehand. In fact, the man's face in the painting was not particularly clear, but the vast eyes looked like Fu Lan. This eye, this body, this "I don't fit in with the world" bachelor temperament, is exactly the same as Fu Lan.
its not right. Fu Lan left Bashan at the age of eight, picked up the black cat at the age of ten, arrived in Wujiang at the age of twelve, participated in the demon civil war at the age of thirteen, and returned to the world at the age of twenty-six. There is no way it could be him in this painting. Qi Yin looked around again, but there was no second picture of his brother. While thinking about it, there was a voice in front of him, Qi Yin raised his head and saw Qingming sneakily standing behind the bookshelf, talking to a man with his head down, looking like a thief.
Qi Yin stood sideways, they didn't see him. The two of them whispered and kept their voices low, fearing that they were conspiring to do something shameful. Qi Yin subconsciously restrained her voice and listened quietly.
"One hundred taels, no more." The man said firmly.
"My nephew Yun Zhi is still the first disciple of Feng, so it's worth the price? No, you have to give me a higher price." Ye Qingming shook his head.
"Senior Uncle Qingming," the man said, "do your best, no matter how much your nephew's old money is, you will lose it. Tonight, when the betting market opens at Hai Shi, when you bet Junior Brother Lingshu for a big victory, you can also make money. A lot of money."
Ye Qingming touched the stubble on his chin and smiled meanly: "Eldest nephew, we Feng Huanshan can be patient. Look, we can not only lose, but also according to your requirements, we can lose as much as we want. Lose. Is it five strokes and then loses, or ten strokes? In the end, Yunzhi ends with a dog gnawing mud, or a flat sand falling geese? Or an old man pushing a cart? Hanging a golden hook... Wait, I seem to be wrong. Hey. , In short, you can say whatever you want to lose, as long as the money is in hand, we will get it for you."
The man probably didn't expect Qingming's face to be so thick, and the words got stuck in his throat for a long time before he said, "Don't do any tricks, just keep the losers."
Ye Qingming showed a disappointed expression, put the 100 taels of silver notes into his sleeve, and said, "Okay, wrap it on me. When the dead fat man above me ascends to the sky, I will have nowhere to eat, and we will all be colleagues in the future. , Don't worry, I won't trick you."
The man kept saying goodbye, and finally the two of them said goodbye. The man straightened his clothes, looked left and right, and left with his sleeves on. As soon as he left his forefoot, Yun Zhi turned out of the shadows, spread his hands, "You two, I eight."
Ye Qingming gave him a sideways glance, put a silver ingot in his palm, and said, "Respect the teacher and respect the Tao, I will give you four and six."
Yun Zhi leaned against the peach wood bookshelf and smiled eloquently, "Will you fight or I will fight? Twenty-eight, there is no discussion."
Ye Qingming reluctantly added another piece of silver to his palm, Yun Zhi accepted it with satisfaction, folded his arms and said with a leisurely smile: "Junior Brother Black, can you be comfortable in the corner?"
"You guys can really do it," Qi Yin walked out and said, "If the counterfeiting game is discovered, you will be removed from the list. You are Fenghuan's eldest disciple, and then you will really lose the boss's face."
"Face is more important or money is more important?" Yun Zhi hooked Qi Yin's neck and said with a smile, "Of course it's face..."
Qi Yin thought that the boy's conscience was repentant, but he changed his words and said, "It's not important."
Qi Yin: "..."
"What are you doing here?" Ye Qingming asked.
Qi Yin touched the scroll in his sleeve, and just wanted to say something, swallowed it back, and said with a smile, "I'm here to visit Uncle Qinghe. I didn't see anyone, so I just flipped through a few books."
At this moment, the faint sound of the piano came from the wind, intermittently, as if the strings were being plucked carelessly, but it seemed to be a coherent tune. Ye Qingming looked out and said, "Your uncle plays the qin every night, you can find him by following the sound of the qin."
Qi Yin nodded and followed the sound of the piano. It was snowing heavily outside, and the sound of the piano swirled in the snowflakes all over the sky, like someone's whimper. He stepped on the full steps of snow and climbed to the high platform outside the building, where a thin figure sat on his knees, his fingertips that were almost transparent, plucked the thin strings, and the sound of the silent piano wandered between heaven and earth.
Qi Yin sat down opposite him, the corner lamp on the terrace was moved by the wind, the dim golden color reflected on his face, and the outline was as delicate as a painting. This man has a porcelain-white face and extremely beautiful eyebrows. It's just that the thin lips were colder and thinner, as if they had been blown cold by the wind, and they were pursed into a faint red. But when the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, there seemed to be a sense of compassion.
He was born so beautiful, so beautiful that Qi Yin felt like he was familiar. The man heard the sound, raised his eyes, Qi Yin was stunned, those eyes were gray and empty, as if a thin layer of mist had enveloped them.
He is blind.
"Junior Nephew Yun Yin?" He said genially.
Qi Yin was stunned for a moment and said, "How does Shishu know it's me?"
"Although I'm blind, I have a sense of consciousness." Meng Qinghe said with a slight smile, "Junior and nephew Yun Zhi often mentions a 'black junior brother', looking at your skin color, it's yours."
"..." Qi Yin smiled dryly, and said, "Uncle Shi has a fairy spirit all over his body, he doesn't look like someone from Feng Huanshan."
"Oh?" Meng Qinghe curved his brows and eyes, "I think it's very strange that a good flower grows in the gutter? Probably because I'm a half-way monk, and I haven't been around with my senior brother all day, so I don't contaminate the uniqueness of my school. His habit." He lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, "Come to me, is it for your father? The pig demon is still displayed on the Tianzhu Cliff, and when Wufang escorts it into the forbidden forest, you can follow Wufang's disciples into the forest, but it's just that It will take some time.”
Qi Yin hesitated, and said, "I'm just a little afraid that he won't be able to wait so long, er, only a little."
Meng Qinghe smiled and said, "The Forbidden Forest of Wufang is on the ground, and Yujian will be discovered soon after going down. It is the best way to follow the pig demon and enter the forest through the magic formation opened by Wufang's disciple Lingfu."
Qi Yin nodded and said, "Uncle Master is fine. I have one more thing to do. I heard that Uncle Qing and Uncle Master have read a lot of books, and their knowledge can be said to be the best in Xianmen. I want to invite Uncle Master," Qi Yin looked at his foggy blind eyes. , "Do you think there really is a god in this world?"
"Yes." Meng Qinghe replied unexpectedly quickly.
Qi Yin asked, "Why?"
Meng Qinghe smiled and said, "Nephew Yunyin, have you ever heard of the Jincuoshu? The inscriptions on the inscriptions on the miracles in various places are decorated with gold lacquer, so it is called the Jincuoshu. This kind of script and the inscriptions excavated from the ancient tombs. The text on the book is very different, and it is mostly used for sacrifice and worship. In the old days, people believed that the Jincuoshu was the text of the gods and the decree of God. Others believed that the Jincuoshu was a kind of secret text, like an encrypted message, The communication between mortals and heaven must be achieved through secret texts. Yuan Yin wrote in "Yuan Shen" that Jincuoshu is a script created by the ancient shaman, and it circulated inside the shaman to prevent ordinary people from grasping the possibility of sacrificial power. The mana contained in it should also be witchcraft, not divine law."
Qi Yin listened with a big head and said, "It seems that everything makes sense."
Meng Qinghe shook his head, "The meaning of the Jincuoshu has been lost for a long time, and no one knows what these words mean. Are mortals praying to the heavens, or did the heavens send orders to people? It's ridiculous to talk about it without investigating its meaning. For example, Bai Lu, who has never entered the Bashan Temple and listened to a few oral legends, how do you know what Bai Lu is a god? Time has passed, and perhaps only the first statement is the most credible. "Southern Border Records in Hainan" records that the gods created people from the earth, taught the law and the witches, and the witches passed on the law to people, and there are now three thousand ways. It's a pity that after the Jedi Tiantong, the great gods disappeared, so we can't do it anymore. I can't see God anymore."
"Jedi Tiantong?" Qi Yin asked.
"According to the records of the "Book of History", after a war, 'the emperor ordered Li, the heavens of the earth have passed, and there is no downgrade', which means that the gods ordered Zhong and Li to cut off the communication between heaven and earth. Since then, the gods have never come to the world again. ."
"What war was fought? Who was fighting against whom? Wouldn't it be between humans and gods, so serious?"
"I don't know." Meng Qinghe shook his head, "There is no record of that battle, it is a mystery. About this, you may ask Mr. Yu Sang, he used to search for miracles with his nephew Yun Lan in the old days, to expand The inscriptions may have a better understanding of the Jincuoshu and ancient legends than we do."
gentlemen? This name is really strange, Qi Yin thinks of the fat cat who eats and eats lazily every day, and looks like he is basking in the sun on his belly, he really doesn't look like a gentleman.
"Okay." Qi Yin shrugged.
"However," Meng Qinghe smiled faintly, "I believe that there are gods in the world, not just because of these."
"Because of what?"
"Because..." Meng Qinghe lowered his eyes and stroked the strings, smiling warmly, "If there is no god in this world, wouldn't it be too boring?"
After drinking tea at Meng Qinghe's place, he didn't come out until he supported Qi Yin. His uncle is as beautiful as a flower, and his immortal aura is fluttering, which simply raises the bottom line of the entire phoenix. Qi Yin thought it was unbelievable, what Yun Zhi said was really the uncle who broke someone else's leg
Seeing that there was no one left or right, he took the painting he had discovered earlier in his sleeve and went to find Fu Lan all the way. After leaving the waist door, the bluestone steps were covered with snow, and the long marble lamp sockets and fluorescent yellow horn lamps were entangled in the misty snow. As soon as he walked up the steps, he saw Fu Lan with her loops on her arms, carefully sweeping the snow below. The black cat squatted on the lamp socket and yawned lazily, and the white mist came out of its mouth, fainting in an erratic circle.
This guy, Fu Lan, is a lunatic. He has to bring a black cat to know his way when sweeping snow, or else he won't know how to get back to the yard when he sweeps.
Qi Yin sat down on the stairs, "I seem to have found a clue to my brother's life experience."
"Huh?" The black cat jumped over and just fell into Qi Yin's arms. This guy looks fat, like a hairball, but he is very light, and he doesn't know how to do it.
Qi Yin unfolded the scroll in front of them, the black cat's round eyes widened. Qi Yin asked Fu Lan: "Do you think this looks like you? Could he be your grandfather? Your grandfather and grandson are carved out of the same mold, even the eyes are the same. Is your stupidity inherited from your ancestors?"
Fu Lan shook her head in confusion.
"I asked Uncle Qinghe the origin of the painting elder. He said that his name is Murong Changshu. He is a straggler who likes to travel around, but he disappeared from nowhere." Qi Yin touched his chin and said. , "Maybe his disappearance has something to do with your ancestors."
Fu Lan looked at the painting, her eyes were quiet and thoughtful.
After thinking about it for a long time, I have no clue, and the black cat can't give any useful advice. Qi Yin patted his butt and stood up and said, "Let's do this for now. Your ancestors have been here before, so maybe they will leave some footprints. Let's look for them."