Less than seven zhang away from Xue Chuan's [Nao Silkworm Exclusive 003], it is the [Nao Silkworm Exclusive 005], which is the resting place chosen by the two men and one woman who were discovered by Xue Chuan before.

At this moment, in the [Nao Silkworm Exclusive 005] guest room, two big men sat cross-legged with solemn faces, staring intently at a girl who was about thirteen or fourteen years old who was sitting on the bed.

This girl has a pretty face, but she can also be called a beautiful embryo, her facial features are delicate and slightly charming, and she looks like an orthodox southern girl.

If it weren't for the innegligible sense of strangeness in her eyes that ruined the overall harmony, her appearance would have been more attractive.

Obviously it was just a girl, but the two big men didn't dare to relax at all, if you looked closely, you would find that both of them were tense in their bodies, so that they could react quickly at the moment when the emergency appeared.

The girl was stared at by the two men, but did not show any uneasiness, but sat comfortably on the bed, fiddling with her fingers, and after a while, as if unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere, she looked up at the two and said, "You will cause great trouble, and it is too late to let me go." ”

One of the big men sneered a few times when he heard this, and said, "Young spirits, do you have the audacity to say that we have caused a big disaster?"

Another person also chimed in: "Although I don't know what adventures you have, you can transform into human form at a young age, but it is far from letting the two of us taste the bitter fruit... It's still too far off. ”

When the girl heard this, she sneered, "If you are really so powerful, why are you so worried now?"

The big man who spoke first frowned and said, "After all, it is a foreign beast that ranks in the ancient books, and it is not a bad thing to be cautious. ”

"You humans are always so nasty. The girl shook her head, "Obviously, my heart is full of doubts and fears, but I always have to put on a posture of being strong on the outside and doing things in the middle, which is extremely hypocritical. ”

"Then it won't be your turn to teach you a lesson!" the big man snorted coldly, as if he was a little annoyed, and took out a strange-looking rope from his waist, and with a word in his mouth, he took out a small vial of yellow powder and sprinkled it on the rope.

Seeing the big man's actions, the girl also understood the other party's intentions, and she didn't bother to struggle, so she continued to taunt: "Look, you still say that you don't feel uneasy, if you don't feel weak in your heart, why do you have so many means to restrict me?"

"Shut up!" the big man glared at the girl fiercely, and then walked over to the girl, and tied her firmly with the strangely shaped rope, and then sighed and relaxed.

The big man turned his head and looked at the other person: "Brother Xiao, this Faso can last about six hours, you guard these two hours, and I will go and rest for a while." ”

The big man surnamed Xiao, who had been sitting, nodded, and said, "But Brother Lin, why hasn't the owner come yet?" We spent a lot of money to get what he wanted. ”

"There should be news in half a day, don't worry, that big man values his little life more than anything, and he won't break his word. The man surnamed Lin waved his hand, got up and walked to another bed, lay down, and closed his eyes.

As for the girl, after being tied up with a rope, she silently looked out the window into the distance, not knowing what she was thinking. After a long time, he shook his head and closed his eyes.

......

"Xue Chuan, who gave you this name?" said the middle-aged painter in a gray robe with some surprise.

"I took it myself, and when I was young, I read poetry books, so I took these two words from it. Xue Chuan said calmly.

"Oh, no wonder, I wonder how ordinary parents would give their flesh and blood such a name. The painter nodded, unfolded the rice paper on the slate, and picked up a stone and pressed it on top to prevent the wind from disturbing the painting.

"What, is there anything wrong with this name?" Xue Chuan narrowed his eyes and said with some unpleasantness.

The painter smiled: "Think about it, the word Chuan, which means the rivers and mountains in the world, can also be described as the son of heaven and earth, and what kind of word is it together?"

When Xue Chuan heard this, he thought about it for a while, and then hesitated: "Sin?"

"That's right, the word evil involves too much, how dare ordinary people let their children be contaminated with this word? Unless they are tough and can afford it, they can be called outstanding and talented, otherwise they will be bad for most of their lives. ”

The painter talks eloquently, and it sounds like he knows a lot.

Although Xue Chuan didn't believe in this so-called propositional inheritance, he was still a little curious, so he asked, "Isn't there so much attention to this name?"

The painter nodded, took out the ink block in his pocket, put it in the inkstone, mixed it with a little water, then grinded the ink, and said, "This is nature." Those whose names conform to their destiny will have peace in their lives, while those whose names disobey their destiny will have ups and downs in their lives. ”

"Then what do you think of my fate?" Xue Chuan couldn't help but ask.

The painter polished the ink, soaked it in it with a brush for a while, lifted the pen, looked up and said, "It's hard to say." ”

"It's hard to say?" Xue Chuan was stunned.

The painter smiled heartily: "I'm just a Jianghu artist who sells paintings for a living, how can I look at your fate? If I had this ability, I would have dressed up like a dog and went to tell fortunes for those dignitaries." ”

Xue Chuan also smiled when he heard this, and secretly said that he was confused for a while, and he actually asked such an obvious question.

"So," the painter scratched the edge of the inkstone and said with a smile, "do you want me to draw you, or yourself?"

Hearing this, Xue Chuan thought that the painter had made a mistake, so he frowned and said, "Is there any difference?"

The painter smiled: "Painting you is painting you in my eyes, and painting yourself is painting you in your eyes." ”

"Huh," Xue Chuan felt a little amused, "Do you know what I look like in my eyes?"

"Won't you know if you try it?" said the artist's smile was a little mysterious.

Xue Chuan pursed his lips: "Okay, just draw myself." ”

"Okay, but I'll take a closer look at you. The painter replied quickly, and then stepped forward, his eyes facing Xue Chuan, and he stared at him like this.

Xue Chuan was also stunned by the painter's sudden move, and almost subconsciously took a step back, but after reacting, he still squatted in place and did not move.

Looking at the painter's eyes, Xue Chuan suddenly had a strange feeling, as if there was something unknown in the depths of those deep eyes, attracting him to look at him.

The more he stared into the eyes of this painter, the more strange Xue Chuan felt, and he could vaguely notice that there was something in those eyes that looked extremely ordinary that he could not understand at all.

That kind of charm is like the most simplified embodiment of some majestic principle, like showing some complex and mysterious things in the most essential form.

In this way, Xue Chuan looked at the painter's eyes, and was stunned, until the painter said, "Okay." Xue Chuan came back to his senses.

"Ah, oh, okay. Xue Chuan was still a little distracted, and he was a little dazed when he answered the painter's question.

The painter dried the ink on the rice paper, shook the painting in his hand, and sighed: "If the painting is smashed this time, I won't accept your sip of wine, and I will give you the painting." ”

"The painting is broken?" Xue Chuan gradually came back to his senses, frowning and looking at the painting, but he saw that the entire paper was densely covered with lines and ink marks, and he couldn't see the reason at a glance.

"I'm really annoyed, I haven't been so aggrieved in a long time. The painter sighed and reluctantly packed up his things.

Xue Chuan carefully observed this painting, and gradually saw some doorways.

"It's... This is?" Xue Chuan almost stuck his nose on rice paper.

"These... Are they all human?" Xue Chuan exclaimed.

He finally understood that the reason why the painting looked messy and disorderly was because every place where the ink on it gathered was the figure of a person, and if he counted carefully, there were as many as ninety-nine!

Not to mention the meaning of those figures, the vividness of the figures alone was enough to shock Xue Chuan, although everyone only had a few strokes, but they outlined the spirit that a person should have!

Xue Chuan raised his head, looked at the painter who had already left with his things on his back, and couldn't help but say, "Wait!"

Then Xue Chuan casually threw some broken silver to the stall owner of a nearby wine stall, grabbed a wine jug, and threw it to the painter who turned around.

The painter took the flask, smiled, turned away, and disappeared into the crowd, never to be seen again.

Xue Chuan couldn't help but look at the painting in his hand a few times, and couldn't help but feel that "the master is in the folk", and then he was suddenly stunned, and then he remembered his original intention of coming here.

"Haven't I come to find someone... Why did you patronize and hang out with the painter..."Xue Chuan slapped his forehead and said helplessly.

At this moment, a hand stretched out from behind Xue Chuan and took the painting casually, and then the owner of this hand said unceremoniously: "What is this painting? ”

Xue Chuan turned his head and said with a smile: "Although the painting is messy, the person who paints is quite interesting." ”

Liu Shengyi glanced at Xue Chuan and said, "I'm too lazy to be poor with you, it is estimated that you are the only one who will go to the stubble with the one who runs the rivers and lakes on this whole street." ”

Obviously, Liu Shengyi guessed who the painting came from, so he said so.

Xue Chuan shook his head: "Sympathy, I used to run the rivers and lakes, didn't I? Let's go, the things have been put away, and after eating and drinking, rest for the night, and then continue to set off." ”

Liu Shengyi snorted, holding a bunch of small dolls, and walked towards the gate of Fang Market with light steps, Xue Chuan followed behind, looking at the large and small bits and pieces, and was also quite speechless.

Sometimes it's hard to say whether this mysterious woman, who may have lived for more than 700 years, is so calm that it is terrifying, or as happy as a young girl.

"You're walking so fast, do you know where it is?"

"You want to care?"