The wolf demon is like a scorpion in a dry rut, but the demons who have just made a sound have not come to receive it. Cang Ji finally had a full meal. He took quite a while to eat, and it was over in a few moments. When he stepped out of the collapse, he saw Jing Lin pointed his finger and stroked the pen demon's hair, and heard Jing Lin say "My Dao has collapsed".
The pen demon stopped crying, he bowed his head and knelt down. When Cang Ji stepped closer, the young man obviously shrank back. When Cang Ji was satisfied, he poured water from a water bottle from a street shop to clean his hands. The skin on his hands was smooth, and the terrifying scales of Shicai were not there at all.
"Since the play is all over, why don't we talk about it at night?" Cang Ji wiped his hands at will, lifted the back collar of the pen demon, and threw it onto the wooden bench in a small shop like dragging a sack.
The pen demon was thrown so unsteadily that he almost turned his legs upside down, and he wanted to cry again. But Cang Ji kicked the stool with a "bang", so that he sat on the ground with his buttocks upside down, he didn't even dare to cry, he could only stare at them with a hot tear.
Jinglin's old words are repeated: "Whose pen are you?"
The pen demon burst into tears: "Yi, Yining sage."
The sage of Yining was not well-known, because he had been under the throne of Jun's father for several years, and he had neither accomplished meritorious deeds nor had the talent to make decisions. He is more like the shadow under the gods, although not prominent, but everywhere. However, being everywhere is his only duty. He is not a priest, but only obeys his father. From Jiutian to Huangquan, no matter what the wind and grass move, he can't escape his ears. If you can't escape his ears, you can't escape your father's ears.
This person seems to have no achievements, but he is deeply favored by his father. But he has a quirky temper, and the only time he has been exposed is to impeach Lord Linsong under his father's seat. Therefore, although he and Jinglin have no personal relationship, they are not strangers to each other. The most worth mentioning is that he hated Jing Lin to such a degree that he once scolded Jing Lin with a stroke of a pen and wrote a memorial that was as long as one person.
As the pen of the sage of Yining, it is not surprising that the pen demon is so afraid. Because sage Yining used him in nine out of ten articles in those years, so he knew very well about Lord Linsong.
Jing Lin paused for a while and continued: "Yining has not yet transformed into the world, how can you wander around Zhongdu alone."
It's good that Jinglin didn't mention it, but when he mentioned it, he saw the pen demon, who was able to suppress the crying, burst into tears again. He cried so badly that he even hiccupped.
"It's all to blame Dongjun!" The pen demon wiped away his tears, "He took me to write a poem on the Brahma altar privately in his spare time, which attracted all the monks to sue Chengtianjun, and the sages were also angered. I was punished for thinking and thinking behind closed doors. The more I thought about it, the more angry I became. I said, "Don't touch it, don't worry about it." Then he threw me down. I had no relatives or friends in Zhongdu, and I was alone. , well, so not desolate!"
"No one cares about you." Cang Ji teased him, "You're free."
"I'm afraid of death!" The pen demon immediately said with a hollow pole, "There are monsters everywhere, I can't carry it on my shoulders, I can't lift it with my hands, and I can't beat it. I don't eat well all day, and I don't sleep well. , I can’t drink ink to write anymore, I’m afraid, I’m afraid, I’m afraid to death!”
This pen demon is a bit special.
Because although he is a monster, he often accompanies the gods, so he doesn't like monsters, and would rather be with people. And he has been living in the Nine Heavens Realm all the time, he is stubborn and straight, and is often scolded by the sages of Yining, so his courage is as big as the tip of a needle, and when he is scared, he will cry. Huo, the queen of the lower realm, said that he would fight even when he saw a stronger bunny demon, but the fragrance lasted for a long time, which was very easy to attract the coveted monster. Over time, he has practiced escaping like a fire.
"Since you are running around, why are you staying with Chu Lun?" Cang Ji said, "Can't you help people cheat?"
Unexpectedly, the pen demon jumped up immediately, wanting to scold someone, and then softened suddenly in Cang Ji's eyes. He lowered his head and said dejectedly: "...you...you don't have to say this, Shenzhi is very knowledgeable, he is the champion, and he doesn't need me to cheat. Besides, although I am a monster, I can't allow such behavior, Shenzhi is not that kind of person, you If I say this again, I will fight with you... fight with you... reason and reason."
"You got to know Chu Lun." Jinglin picked up the copper beads that rolled out from the collapse, "and accompanied him day and night, and even willing to spare no effort to accompany him to Beijing, I'm afraid it is not an ordinary friendship."
The pen demon stumbled: "I am, I am cherishing talents."
Jinglin handed the copper bead to the pen demon and said, "It's a pity to plan carefully for him and personally manage the savings."
The pen demon took a big step back with his purse in his arms. After being seen through, he realized that he had nowhere to go. Even though the Great Demon now has a conferred document and can be a god in charge of either party, it does not mean that the Nine Heavens Realm is generous enough to condone human beings and monsters crossing the border.
Jinglin threw the copper beads back into the palm of the pen demon, and said, "He is ill and should not live to this day. If you just accompany him for a ride, the Boundary Secretary can turn a blind eye. But you are private. Changed the life tree, it has violated the law, and the Division of Demarcation will not mention it, once Huang Quan investigates thoroughly, neither you nor him can escape."
The pen demon suddenly fell to his knees, and he cried timidly: "How can this be! It's only me who violated the law. When the Division of Demarcation and Huang Quan investigate, it's also what I, the monster, did, and what did I have to do with mortals!"
Jing Lin said: "What's the matter with him? Chu Lun has now taken the top spot, and the original champion has missed out. The fate tree will be changed with you, and the fate of these two is unpredictable in the future."
The pen demon knocked his head to the ground, and he choked up: "I know it's wrong, but, but! It's so far, why should I die? He should be like this! I can't bear it..."
Cang Ji said: "You saved Chu Lun, and the other person will become unknown. It can be seen that not only people will be different from each other, but also demons. All kinds of affectionate exchanges in the world are really troublesome."
Jing Lin stood quietly for a while and said, "Tell me everything about you and Chu Lun."
Chu Lun has inconvenient legs and feet, but his ambitions are high. When he was a child, he chose the scraps of his relatives and lived coldly. When he became famous at the age of twelve, he was ashamed of the food he had come to eat, and he refused to accept alms again. His family was so poor that he couldn't open the pot. All the scrolls he used were copied by himself. When he opened the door of the shabby room, he couldn't even touch the dust.
Chu Lun often forgets to eat and sleep because of his studies. He has leg problems and is not in good health. At the age of nineteen, he was recommended by others and went to Beijing to take the exam, but he returned with a bad luck. After he came back, he was even more attentive. During the period, he was a lawyer, but he often received lawsuits from the poor. For this reason, he often slept in the rough, and because of this, he was more aware of the hardships.
At the age of 22, he went to Beijing to take the examination again, and once again became famous as Sun Shan. At this time, Chu Lun was already tired from old illnesses, and he often soaked in medicinal soup at a young age. Falling off the list not only dampened his spirits, but also made him more and more desperate. Holding the pen all night and writing quickly, halfway through writing, he choked with blood and passed out. When he woke up, he was lying on the couch, the plain noodles on the table were still warm, and the medicinal soup on the stove was simmering.
After this time, Chu Lun often fell into a drowsiness while writing, and accidentally flipped through the scraps, only to find that the pages were filled with his handwriting. But Chu Lun racked his brains and couldn't remember when he continued. He gradually realized that there was always someone by his side. Although he couldn't see it, he was always there.
One day, Chu Lun slept with his head up. At night, he heard the wind and rain hitting the window. But after a short while, I heard the light footsteps across the table, and one person got down and came close to observe.
Chu Lun didn't move.
The man gently moved the paper, dipped it in ink, and began to think hard while biting the pen. Chu Lun quietly opened his eyes and saw his black head facing him, with his sleeves rolled up on the table and writing quickly. Chu Lun looked up, and the man heard the movement and raised his head, it was actually a young man.
The two sides looked at each other, and the young man was shocked, so frightened that he knocked his elbow into the ink, splattered the ink, and his face was covered with ink spots. As soon as he called out, Chu Lun was also startled, and when he saw Mo Fei coming out, he suddenly leaned back, which turned Yizi and fell hard.
Ordinary people fell, but Chu Lun fell badly this time, the chair hit his chest, and he vomited blood. He was panting, feeling cold sweat pouring out all over his body, his chest throbbing unstoppably, the more he jumped, the more panic he became, the more he panicked, the darker his eyes were. The young man hurriedly came to help him and hugged him halfway. Strange to say, as soon as Chu Lun got hold of him, he felt that his chest relaxed a little, and the cold sweat was not so turbulent.
The young man cried while hugging: "If you die tonight, you will be killed by me! How can this be good, I will not harm anyone!"
Tears poured down like a rain, and Chu Lun tried to open his mouth several times, but almost took a sip. The young man cried more and more fiercely, and simply raised his head and cried. He cried so loudly that he had forgotten about Chu Lun in his arms. Chu Lun was soaked in tears for a while, and only when he was about to drown did he see him remembering himself.
"Seeing your sickness build up." The young man touched his brow pitifully and sobbed, "Remove it for you."
Chu Lun was finally able to open his mouth: "Dare to ask..."
The young man exhaled, and Chu Lun only felt lightness all over his body, and even the pain in his chest gradually disappeared. He thought that he had met a little fairy, but the next moment, he heard what the young man said.
"Although it's a demon, I also have a little bit of a sage's immortal aura. I'll give you all my credit. I just hope you still have ambition, no..."
The young man blew too much in one breath, Chu Lun was fine, but he lowered his head, turned into a pen with a bang, and fell on Chu Lun's chest. Chu Lun lay on the ground, stunned for a long time. He got up to pick up the pen, and saw that this was unremarkable.
Chu Lun said tentatively, "... Dare to ask your surname?"
There was no response from this standing between his fingers, Chu Lun clutched his chest and felt uneasy, thinking that he was dreaming. He lay down on the couch with the pen on, very knowingly put the pen on the pillow, half-covered by the quilt. After he was done, he stayed for a while, and then he felt that he was terminally ill and had been stunned.
Chu Lun held his head in suspicion, and heard the indentation of the "pop". Chu Lun didn't dare to move any more, and the pen didn't move. After a long period of silence, he heard the pen sobbing: "... Excuse me, Excuse me, I'm going to suffocate..."
Chu Lun stared straight at the white window, sat up abruptly, lifted the quilt very gently, and respectfully asked for the writing.
The pen said: "... labor, labor... Turn your head upside down..."
Chu Lun immediately turned it upside down and laid the pen on the pillow. Chu Lun stared at it without blinking for a moment, then it quietly shrank down again, stammering: "You... You are staring at me like this... I, I am a little scared."
After speaking, he hid his head again, refusing to let Chu Lun look at it again.
Chu Lun folded the quilt and turned his back to it when he slept. It was almost dawn, Chu Lun thought blankly.
I'm ashamed of my parents, I'm afraid I'm going crazy.