It doesn't matter whether Chu Lun is crazy or not, but in the eyes of others, he is already crazy and crazy. He only said that Young Master Chu went to the street to sell characters, and when he stopped writing, he had to say a few words of hard work to that brush.
Passers-by stretched their necks and asked, "What's so hard about this?"
Chu Lun said: "It's a busy day, and it's hard work."
The passerby said again: "The pen is a tool, how can I understand what you are saying?"
Chu Lun hesitated, but only said to the pen in his hand, "Don't cry anymore, the ink is dripping out." Then he raised his head again, and everyone around him regarded him as a fool.
Chu Lun also felt that he was crazy. Thanks to the crazy name, the business is getting better and better. After all, it is rare for a lunatic to write a good hand and look good. Chu Lun's life is a little more prosperous, and he can afford medicine. However, he did not know that even if he worked hard, his lifespan would end before his third trip to Beijing.
Because according to Huangquan's life tree, Chu Lun died of an emergency in the spring of the 12th year of Tianjia. Before his death, he was lonely and without support, and the boat was adrift, and the medicine and medicine had not entered. It took two days to completely die. After his death, he was swept up in grass and thrown into the mass grave. Whatever talent is famous, they are all buried in loess, and the life tree clearly mentions another surnamed Zuo, Gao Cai, as the champion.
The more the pen demon saw Chu Lun studying hard at night, the more uncomfortable he felt. He wanted to tell Chu Lun, but he swallowed it repeatedly, because Chu Lun was like a spring breeze, and the pen demon selfishly wanted to stay with him.
Seeing that the winter is coming, Chu Lun has already set up the gate to wait for the spring. But his packed luggage is always hidden, and the remaining silver taels disappear for no reason.
One day, Chu Lun called him with a pen and said, "I will go to Beijing along the river in the spring, do you have any plans?"
The pen monster rolled away, turned into a teenager and sat cross-legged on the table, saying, "Why do you have to go so far? Just stay at home and I'll play with you."
Chu Lun said: "The scientific examination is imminent, so I have to go."
The pen demon knew that it was useless, but still said: "You are already famous in Dongxiang, why do you need to beg for fame and fortune?"
"Regardless of fame, there is no way to serve the country." Chu Lun moved his legs and feet, often in pain in winter, he put on a thin jacket and said, "I have been studying hard in Hanchuang for more than ten years, and I only hope that it will be useful in the future."
The pen demon was in despair, he clenched the paper, leaned over and asked, "Is it okay to die?" Chu Lun was stunned, and the pen demon immediately threatened, "There are many monsters in Beijing, all of them are big monsters! They are very happy. A reader like you."
Chu Lun asked, "Are you also a big monster?"
The pen demon nodded: "My former master was the sage of Jiutian Yining, of course I am a big monster."
Unexpectedly, Chu Lun laughed when he heard the sound. Although he was often gentle, it was rare to see such a big laugh, as if a cloud had broken open.
"It's all like you." Chu Lun said, "I want to take a look even more."
The pen demon felt that Chu Lun's eyes were soft, and the protruding figure seemed to be stuck back. With his hands behind his back, he said, "You don't understand... You don't understand! Be careful, listen to me."
"You called me Shenzhi." Chu Lun looked at him flatly, "How should I call you?"
The pen demon loosened his legs and sat on the edge of the table, facing Chu Lun sideways, not allowing himself to look into his eyes, only vaguely said: "My name is Leyan."
Chu Lun has made up his mind, but Le Yan understands and does not understand. He followed behind Chu Lun all day, and he had to talk a lot when he turned into a pen. Chu Lun's ears were bruised, and even in his sleep, Le Yan was standing on the side with a pen on his side.
It is common for fellow villagers to walk a few steps and then turn around to grab the pen, wanting to talk a lot with that pen. They became more and more terrified, and they only felt admiration. They admired Chu Lun's madness and did not forget to go to Beijing to take the exam.
No matter how Le Yan blocked it, Chu Lun would eventually board the ship. On the eve of his departure, Le Yan said to him, "In that case. Take me with you too."
Chu Lun said, "If I have three longs and two shorts in the middle, you will have to float on the river for many days."
Le Yan wanted to cry when he heard the words, and he said, "Why do you say that, as if you were expecting to meet the King of Hell."
Chu Lun pushed the books all the way, lit the oil lamp, and smiled at Le Yan: "I have an old illness, and it has been difficult for me to stay at the desk recently, and I understand a little bit. You saved me once that night, and you have already paid your favor, so why bother with me again? ."
Le Yan continued the dripping drops of water and said, "I know I have to go on the road, but I can't figure it out."
Chu Lun sighed a little and said, "Even if you don't go, you will die... You cried for me again and again. I was born without relatives, so that's enough."
Le Yan wiped away her tears and said, "I don't want to cry either, but I, I was born like this, and sages always scold me! I know I can't do it, you remind me of another person five hundred years ago, I I always cry when I think of him."
Chu Lun said, "Who?"
Le Yan whimpered: "The sound of the spring, the sound of the spring is dangerous, and the sun is cold and green. ①"
Chu Lun handed him the handkerchief, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "I asked who you are, how did you read the poem?"
"Because that person came from this poem." Le Yan blew his nose with a handkerchief and said, "I scolded him for many years, but that was impossible, the sage didn't like him. But I feel guilty, alas, you are I don't know, he used to slay demons and slay demons, Yanquan is the most powerful sword in Jiutian! When I see you like this, I think of him before his death."
"He must have his own reasons." Chu Lun folded his handkerchief and said to Le Yan, "...Although my illness is wrong for me, I will go to a game. You and I met by chance, thanks to my care... I don't know how to thank you. for good."
Le Yan said: "I am a monster, I am very powerful, where do I need someone to thank me!"
Chu Lun burst into laughter: "I didn't know before that monsters cry like this."
Le Yan buried his head and choked: "I am a pen, and I have to write ink every day, so I can only cry every day, and I can't stop crying."
Le Yan was wet with tears, and Chu Lunpa couldn't stop it. He saw that Leyan was crying and burping again, turned over and continued to cry, and the burp sounded like a little rooster wandering next door, so he felt funny again. The more Leyan cried, the smaller it became, and the "bang" changed back to a pen, with rich ink.
Chu Lun put the handkerchief under the pen, the back ridge was slightly bent, and he was already thin in the light.
"Monsters are better if there are monsters." Chu Lun whispered, "If you meet someone like me who has been ill for a long time, you don't have to be afraid of infecting yourself. It's just that the time is too short...it makes it difficult to be satisfied."
The pen was ticking, and there was no sound.
Chu Lun boarded the ship and left, and Leyan was in his luggage. On the road, the spring was cold, and Chu Lun's illness took a turn for the worse. The man was lying on a sick bed, and he asked Le Yan to burn a book for him.
"I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to make it to the capital." Chu Lun smoothed the pages and said, "Many scraps have not been completed yet, and they are left to others to burn firewood. Why don't you and I use it for warmth today."
Le Yan refused, seeing a lot of lawsuit papers.
Chu Lun said: "The cases in Dongxiang have not been resolved, and I am entrusted by the villagers. After my death..."
Le Yan said anxiously, "You can't die! You can't die!"
Chu Lun smiled bitterly: "How can you still deceive me now?"
Le Yan packed the school paper back into his suitcase, stood up and patted Chu Lun's cheek, his eyes were red and he said, "You are dedicated to your aspirations, and you can't fail to learn, why would you die here? You must be on the top of the list and petition for the people. Just wait, I, I love to cry, but I am very loyal! I will not kill you."
Chu Lun smiled and said, "Everyone has their own destiny."
"You meet me." Le Yan got up, "you will be safe and sound."
Le Yan went to Huangquan. He had the famous brand of Yining Sage in his body, and no one could control his entry and exit. He used to be next to the sage of Yining, and even ghosts at all levels would not dare to offend him easily, because the sage of Yining was so extraordinary that even Lord Linsong could not be spared, how could they resist.
Le Yan went all the way unimpeded, and when he got the life chart, he knew that things were half settled. Although he is good at escaping, he is best at writing. No matter who's writing, as long as he has read it, he can imitate it exactly the same. Le Yan sneakily found the page of Chu Lun, wiped the paragraph "Bereavement in an emergency", and wrote "According to one's will and fulfilling one's wishes", and after thinking for a while, found the original writing On the page of "Twelve Years of Tianjia Scholar", this person's champion was wiped out.
Le Yan whispered ashamed, read the person's name, and wrote the three words "Zuo Qingzhou" neatly. Although he doesn't know who this "Zuo Qingzhou" is, he also understands that because of his actions, this person will definitely miss the title of this year's champion. But when he saw this man's life, it was clearly written that "official fortunes are prosperous, corruption is slashed, and the government is suppressed". When he lived to the age of seventy, he felt relieved, and he returned the fate without knowing it, and left with peace of mind.
"Then he can gradually return to normal, catch up with the scientific examination, and get his wish." Cang Ji interrupted Le Yan, poured cold wine in the shop, tasted it, and said, "How can there be such an easy thing in the world, although I don't know it yet? Knowing what that person's life chart is for, you can also guess that even if you change Chu Lun, someone will have to take this life, but I don't know who will be this unlucky ghost."
"No!" Le Yan said in a panic, "I checked that score and made sure no one will die!"
"The world is impermanent." Cang Ji sneered, "You have achieved your wish, and you still care what others do."
Le Yan said: "Shenzhi's illness came for no reason. Who should he die for? Such an arrangement is inherently wrong."
"I heard an old man always say 'the law of heaven and earth', so the arrangement of the human life spectrum must be done by someone else." Cang Ji said, "Everyone has a destiny, why not accept it?"
Le Yan suddenly raised his head, looked at Jinglin, and didn't even care about tears, he just said: "Jun... Is your Majesty also accepting your fate? This kind of arrangement... How can I accept this kind of arrangement! Could it be that heaven and earth gave birth to him for a lifetime? Want him to go away with regret? I... I don't accept... "
Cang Ji slapped the mouth of the cup and said, "The word 'love' is a rotten debt."
Le Yan kowtowed: "I would like to pay with my life, I just ask..."
The night wind rose violently, blowing Jinglin's clothes fluttering. Le Yan's voice was still in the wind. Cang Ji raised his head and saw that something seemed to be chasing from the east. He drank the cold wine and got up and walked towards Jinglin.
"I smell..." Cang Ji frowned, "Pen incense?"
Jinglin said, "That's Jingxiang."
The two saw something from the east crossing the sky, and it was actually a snow-white fox. The demon fox's fur was soaked with the incense of the scriptures, holding a person in his mouth, and jumped to the inn of Huashang. But after seeing the fox, he chased one person, holding a thorn whip and berating him loudly.
"The fox demon uses color to harm people! He actually wants to have an affair with someone! You have killed him for the rest of his life, and you still won't let go!"
The fox smashed to the ground, Cang Ji saw that his tail had been broken in half, and he was beaten with blood. What was even more horrifying was that the man he held in his mouth could no longer be identified. The fox whimpered and wailed, and limped into the inn with the man in his mouth.
The whip-wielder wanted to chase, but Huashang hummed.
"Wu Ying, the goddess Sheng Le is in charge of this place, what are you? You dare to chase him here!"
Wu Ying whipped his whip "crack" and said, "Monsters harm people, I will do the right thing for heaven!"
Huashang Kodan knocked on the window and said in a cold voice, "God is not a god, a ghost is not a ghost, are you worthy?"
Wu Ying was furious, but Cang Ji folded his arms and watched. For the first time, he saw the excitement of others, but he heard Jing Lin say it.
"You lied to me."
Le Yan nodded without saying a word, and Jing Lin turned around in a hurry.
"You changed people's lives privately—you put others at the expense of Chu Lun. What you said is mixed. You are not for loyalty, but for 'love'. You expected someone to die, but you still insist on doing it."
Le Yan was shaking all over, and he sipped in his throat: "How can I be good! Jun... Jun... "
Jing Lin was in the wind and could not hear Le Yan's voice. He only heard the copper bell originally tied to Chu Lun's body split into two parts, shaking from the fox demon.
The suffering of "sickness" is actually entangled with its suffering.
At this moment, I heard the fox's wailing in the inn, the strong wind blowing rapidly from the south to the north, the lights of the whole capital went out suddenly, and the straight lanterns broke with a "bang". Cang Ji raised his hand to avoid the wind and pulled Jing Lin tightly.
"what happened?"
Jing Lin said, "It's dead."