Bai Ling led the demon dream into the house, and the two sat down face to face in front of a large square table of solid wood with a rather simple style.

There is no counter in the shop on the first floor of the Bailing House, but instead there is a large table with some rattan chairs around it—this is where Bai Ling reads, writes, and receives customers on weekdays. Next to the table is a pot of green bamboo, next to the green bamboo is a two-layer wooden frame, on which are placed all kinds of strange flowers and plants, strange wood potted plants, its growth and color are good, it is the result of the owner's careful care for many years.

In the depths of this room, against the wall stood a large bookcase with double doors, under which leaned a lute, and next to it was a curtain that led to the inner room. The whole room was full of antiques, large and small, the small ones were basically placed in the row of large display shelves that covered an entire wall, and the large ones were placed on those small round benches like tree stumps, which were placed all over the room. Directly opposite the display shelf, that is, on the wall behind Bai Ling, hung a Chinese ink painting with a rather intentional meaning. The painting is a black butterfly with a white flower, dancing, lifelike, and there is a book on the blank space:

"Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring. There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking. ”

Youmeng sat on the rattan chair and looked up at the two lines of calligraphy, although he didn't know the meaning, he was quite impressed by the flowing water-like brushwork. For some reason, she thought of Xianglintang, in the point of "not like a store", the two stores do have a lot in common, but the differences are also quite obvious.

In a word, it is the difference between "delicate" and "rough". This Bailing House is messy but not messy, complicated and orderly, with the fragrance of books and ink, all collected in the house, clean and clean, not stained with dust, in comparison, the Xianglin Hall run by the shopkeeper who lives leisurely is really too much like a big warehouse.

"Soul Clan?"

Bai Ling's voice dragged the demon dream back, and she realized that she was stunned, and hurriedly said with a smile:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I looked at this calligraphy and painting, and I was a little distracted for a while. ”

"It doesn't matter. Bai Lingdao, "That broken sword, can you let me take a look?"

"Of course!"

With that, Youmeng hurriedly removed the cloth bag on his back, opened it and put it on the table, and gently pushed it to Bai Ling, who was sitting opposite. Sunlight shone through the window, hitting the pile of metal fragments. The pieces of iron in the cloth bag radiated a dazzling brilliance, and for a moment they became like shards of silver.

Bai Ling didn't pick up the fragments like a blacksmith and look at them carefully, he didn't even get his hands on it, he just sat there, glanced at the fragments of the Louguan Sword in his bag, shook his head, and said expressionlessly:

"The matter has come to this, if you want to repair this sword, I am afraid it will be difficult to ascend to the sky. ”

"Yes...... Yes, it is......" Youmu bowed her head wobly—she admitted, she had had hoped for it.

"However, if you make a new sword that is exactly the same according to the deity, I am afraid it will not be difficult. ”

"What did you say?"

This sentence startled Youmeng, making her a little hard to believe her ears.

"What Xiao Sheng means," Bai Ling still explained in that calm and cold tone, "This sword can be forged but not repaired. ”

Youmu still didn't understand what he meant, and she didn't plan to go any further. She stood up excitedly, slapped the table, unloaded her previous cultivation, and asked loudly with an oppressive momentum:

"Please tell me, what should I do?"

"Follow me. ”

With that, Bai Ling left his seat and led the heartbeat demon dream to the bookcase at the end of the room. As soon as the cabinet door opened, a thick breath of paper and ink swept through Youmeng's nasal cavity, and she only saw Bai Ling take out a stroke, a piece of paper, an inkstone, and an inkstone, just these four things. He clinged to these four objects, took the demon dream, and returned to the long table.

"You may be seated. ”

As he spoke, he placed the four treasures of the study room neatly on the table, and sat down on his own. He scooped out a scoop of water from the large bucket under the table, poured it into the inkstone, and seriously sharpened the ink on the inkstone.

"Excuse me......"

Youmeng couldn't help it, she didn't think she could make a sword with pen and paper alone. However, in front of Bai Ling, it was useless to be anxious.

"Be calm, don't be impatient. ”

Bai Ling's head didn't raise his head, and he didn't care about the doubts and anxieties of Youmeng at all. When the ink was polished, he picked up the brush, dipped it lightly in the ink in the inkstone, and began to draw on the spread out paper.

With just a few strokes, a pitch-black phoenix butterfly leaped onto the paper. Youmu barely noticed how he painted, and by the time she looked at it seriously, his painting was already finished.

The huge picture scroll, with only a pair of butterfly wings, is independent and lonely, but wonderfully, giving her a sense of tranquility. The restless heart in his chest gradually calmed down, and Yumu put away the words that were blocked in his throat and sat back in his place.

The next second, the unthinkable happened. I saw Bai Ling put down the brush, fanned it with one hand, swung the white cuffs, and a breeze blew, and the butterfly in the painting flew out of the painting elegantly by the wind. It's not just "lifelike" now, it's really, alive!

The butterfly first landed on Bai Ling's fingertips, and after a short rest, it flew high again. It flew towards the calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, and fell to the paper, no longer moving. Youmeng rubbed his eyes, only to realize that the butterfly had merged with the scroll, and once again, it had become the object in the painting.

Now, in front of Bai Ling, there is only a white piece of paper, and behind him, there are two black butterflies frolicking around the white flowers. Youmeng looked down at the white paper on the table, and then looked up at the ink painting on the wall, and lost his words for a moment.

After a while, she stammered and admired:

"Good...... The butterfly in the painting...... It flew out!

"It's over. "Bai Lingmian does not change his color.

"This ......," Youmeng refocused his gaze on the boy in front of him, and wondered, "How did you do it? Is it a spell? or ...... Anything else?"

"Why do butterflies fly?" Bai Ling did not answer her question, but asked, "Why do fish swim and why do cats go up trees?"

"It's because ......," replied Youmeng, after a pause, "they were born that way. ”

As soon as these words came out, Bai Ling didn't say anything, just quietly and motionlessly looked at the demon dream. His blue eyes seemed to tell her, "Now, you've got the answer." After a few moments, he spoke:

"As long as you can put that sword back together, I can draw you exactly the same one as it looks. You can rest assured that the size, power, and even feel of the sword are exactly the same as the original. ”

When the demon dream heard this, he immediately raised his eyebrows and said:

"Patchwork...... Of course you can! The fragments of Lou Guanjian are not bad, all of them are here, and they have been confirmed many times!"

After that, she stood up, took out the pieces in the cloth bag piece by piece, and placed them neatly on the table, and was about to start the puzzle, but was held down by Bai Ling.

"This matter doesn't bother the soul clan, just leave it to Xiaosheng. He said, "Xiao Sheng needs to spend a little time piecing together the pieces and drawing with his pen, and in the meantime, the Soul Clan has another thing to do. ”

"Tell me, what is the task entrusted to me?"

"Xiaosheng does things, there is no free service, no matter how big or small, you must ask for payment. This is the principle of living in the world, just like the swordsman, there is also a 'way' that must be implemented. ”

"Charged...... Yes, yes, it's not an easy job, after all. ”

Youmu smiled a little embarrassed, even though she really didn't laugh much. The economy of the Eternal Pavilion basically relies on the sponsorship of Yakumo Purple and the appropriation of the Enma King that will be sent with the work order, and the two of Youmeng and Yuyuko are pure consumers, and they are people who can't create much wealth.

Right now, Yakumo Purple has long been hibernating, and the funding from the underworld is not something that can be obtained if you want to. In order to maintain her daily food expenses, Youmeng was already heartbroken, and buying a new sword was definitely not within her reach. That's why she chose to repair the Louguan Sword instead of replacing it with a new one.

Her intuition told her that Bai Ling's remuneration was definitely not cheap. If she really can't help it, she can only give up this opportunity that is close to her.

"In terms of money, the Soul Clan doesn't have to worry too much, Xiaosheng doesn't plan to ask for monetary rewards. ”

Bai Ling obviously saw her worries, and fed her a reassuring pill as soon as she came up. Since it wasn't a matter of money, the demon dream settled down and listened to him continue:

In fact, Xiaosheng has been trapped by something recently, and he is quite upset and doesn't want to eat tea. ”

"What?"

"Xiaosheng has been painting for many years, and the wind, flowers, snow, moon, mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, sun, moon, stars, and even everything in the world have been exhausted, and there is nothing to paint. Today, Xiaosheng gradually realizes that his inspiration has come to an end. ”

"If there is something beyond the world and common sense that breaks through common sense, and appears in front of Xiao Sheng, probably, this depleted fountain of spiritual thoughts will gush out clear water again!"

When the demon dream heard this, he patted his chest with a smile, and said:

"This is easy to do, just leave it to me Soul Demon Dream!"

Something that is beyond the world, isn't there more or how many? After all, this is Gensokyo!