Chapter 261: Painting Dao Sages? Magic pen?

Finding a stranger in the huge Jiankang is no different from looking for a needle in a haystack.

That sage was short-lived in Jiankang, and then he evaporated from the world, and the Fusi of the North and South Towns didn't know where he was, and the prefect of Jiankang, Han, didn't know where he was.

Li Ruyu came by order, and he didn't know it.

Come to think of it, if you know where this sage is located, why do you need to make a special trip to build your health.

On the way to Jiankang, Li Ruyu was speculating whether this alien would be like the saint who turned into a grass mound on the bank of the Bianhe River, and also hibernated in an unknown place by some magical means.

Li Ruyu is the county magistrate of Shangyuan, and his residence is in the compound behind the county government.

The county government compound is basically the residence of the current commander, the decoration is not luxurious, but it will definitely not lose the face of the government, and it covers a large area, most of which are prepared for the county order of dragging the family.

Li Ruyu is single, so he looks very lonely.

It's just that when I walked into the courtyard, I found that it was not deserted, there were three or four slaves, all of them were strong men, and there were five or six maids, and there was no shortage of young women with good looks and slender figures, which made it difficult for lonely men to control themselves.

Li Ruyu could only smile bitterly.

It is estimated that some people in the county government did it, it shouldn't be Huang Baoyi, he is a sour Confucian, he doesn't have so many twists and turns in officialdom, and it shouldn't be Fang Thirteen, this person is upright.

I didn't care too much, but I was disrespectful.

If the slaves and maids are sent away, I am afraid that the people who do this will feel uneasy, people, we have to stand in each other's perspectives and empathize, the world is not centered on itself after all.

Probably everyone feels that they are the protagonists of life.

After dinner, someone came to visit.

It is a general banner who commands the four Nanwei institutes of the Fusi of Beizhen, and earlier, the four institutes of the Nanwei were originally governed by a hundred households. Later, Liu Xiangyang killed a general judge in Xiangyang Mansion, triggering a chain reaction.

Zhao Xin was choked by Wang Kun and other courtiers.

Unfortunately, there was another major incident later, the four houses of Fusi Nanwei in Beizhen bullied the local scholars, and wanted to forcibly accept a new widow from a small scholar family, causing a human life.

Zhao Xin was furious, and in order to give an explanation to the officials on the side of Jiankang Mansion, he simply withdrew the four Nanwei Institutes of Fusi in Beizhen, and all the people and horses were transferred to the south.

Of course, this is only a faΓ§ade.

Jiankang, a prosperous city, how could the empress tolerate the absence of Beizhen Fusi to deter strangers here.

Therefore, Li Ruyu has jurisdiction over the Nanwei Si, which is similar to the Beiwei No. 2 Institute located in Kaifeng City, and there are almost no people on the surface.

But that's just almost.

Because Li Ruyu saw the people of Nanwei Si at this moment.

Unexpectedly, this person who secretly governed the four institutes of Fusi Nanwei in Beizhen had already seen it before: Weifang Thirteen of Shangyuan County.

The official position of county lieutenant is actually not low.

The general leader of a county's public security matters, from criminal investigation cases to bandits, to stealing chickens and dogs, sluts cheating, he has the final say, and he can also speak in front of the big order, and he deals with ruffians and scoundrels on weekdays, and needs to have considerable prestige in the local area.

Fang Thirteen is obviously such a person.

It's just that to Li Ruyu's surprise, this Fang Thirteen turned out to be a general flag of Beizhen Fusi.

Fang Thirteen's smile was worth pondering, but Li Ruyu knew that there was absolutely no jealousy in it, and said: "Li Baihu, the backyard slaves and maids are all arranged by me, and of the four slaves, only one is an ordinary person, and the other three are all the horsemen of Nanwei Sisuo, and the five maids are ...... Well, yes, it's the woman who is so thin that a gust of wind can blow it down, and she is also the cavalry of Beizhen Fusi, who only arrived in Jiankang yesterday, and is the backbone of the Nanwei Four Institutes, and Zhao Du commanded the envoy to say that he is a stranger. ”

Li Ruyu was surprised.

The empress's Beizhen Fusi, how many strangers have been arrested in the past ten years, and how many strangers have been made to work hard for Daliang?

"What's her name?"

"Commander Zhao Du didn't say anything, only said that this woman's surname is Mu, just call her Amu, and don't lose Mao Qiuqing."

Li Ruyu was a little surprised.

I really didn't expect that the yellow-haired girl who was malnourished at first glance and had no outstanding appearance turned out to be a stranger who did not lose to Mao Qiuqing, and suddenly it was worthy of the sage Jiankang.

Otherwise, it would be too cheap to solve a sage by himself and Fang Thirteen.

Fang 13 continued: "In addition, the secret news is also gossip, I don't know if it's true or not, if that sage and stranger appears, there will be a master from Beizhen Fusi to help." ”

This sentence is meaningful.

Li Ruyu understood that the people who rushed here were probably not dealing with the sage and stranger, but against the Han Governor's Mansion.

He asked, "What are the clues?" ”

Fang Thirteen spread his hands, "That stranger should still be in Jiankang, but the strange thing is that no one can find his foothold, as if he has evaporated from the world." ”

sighed: "Maybe he didn't show up because he didn't wait for the person he wanted to meet." ”

Li Ruyu had a headache, "When did he appear?" ”

Fang 13 thought for a while, and stared at Li Ruyu, "If the time is not wrong, when you were in Lin'an Sword to split the king Zhao Li, there was a down-and-out man in Jiankang who suddenly scattered all his family wealth, hired a painting boat, and didn't order a female trick, so he traveled to Qinhuai alone." Someone on the other painting boats that passed by saw this down-and-out painter dancing on the painting boat, and the hole flute was swallowed. ”

Li Ruyu was at a loss, "Maybe I let the female singer go to the painting boat halfway?" ”

"No, after the investigation, from his painting boat offshore, no one boarded the ship. Moreover, this is not the most amazing thing about him, probably after you killed Zhao Li, this down-and-out man suddenly stood on the side of the boat with his hands in his hands, holding a pen in his handβ€”β€”"

Speaking of this, Fang Thirteen was fascinated.

On that day, the down-and-out raised his brush, using heaven and earth as the canvas, mountains and rivers as ink, splashing ink and waving it, and there were gods between the brushes.

Painting people, then people jump and dance on the river.

Draw a bird, then the bird dances and flies.

Painting water, then the air suddenly flowed into the Qinhuai River.

All the objects he paints will appear from the void in a strange posture, although there is no substance, but you can clearly feel that the objects composed of light cyan ink are real, such as souls.

The magic is like the legendary bean-scattering soldiers.

In the end, the down-and-out lifter was excited, waving a horse, a pale cyan horse neighed, stepped out of the void and stood on the water, and the down-and-out lifter boarded the horse, and the horse was like a dragon on the water, crossing the Qinhuai waves and landing on the shore, and disappeared into the city under the shocked and inexplicable gaze of countless people.

When he disappears, the people and birds he depicts burst into ashes and disappear into nothingness.

This is the trace of the sages.

In the end, Fang 13 sighed: "Whether this down-and-out man who is determined to be a stranger is a sage of painting, or whether the pen in his hand is a magic pen, there is no way to know. ”