After walking about three or four miles of dirt road, at the end, a stone-paved path was attached.

Before Qin Chuan came, he first used the posture of the I Ching Bone Forging Chapter to move his muscles and bones, so although his body was weak, he didn't have any hard work along the way, but he was full of heat, but he didn't sweat and was relaxed.

Half a mile out of the path, there is a small temple surrounded by pine and green bamboos.

In front of the temple, the floor was made with bluestone.

The temple has three doors on the left, middle and right, all of which are open, and the words "Dragon King Temple" are written on the forehead.

Judging from the ridge eaves of the gatehouse of the temple, it can be seen that the temple is quite old.

Uncle Qin Chuan said that when he was a child, this dragon king temple existed, and every year on the third day of the second month, there was a fire to worship the dragon king, which was the most lively day in several nearby villages.

In previous years, the ceremony of worshiping the dragon king was very grand, but in recent years, the harvest was not good, and by the third day of the second month, although there were still many people, the sense of ceremony was much worse than before.

There is a table in the right door of the Dragon King Temple, and an old man is sitting behind the table, which is the temple Zhu of the Dragon King Temple, surnamed Qin, and named Fang. It is a lonely old man in Qinjia Village, who was already a temple of the Dragon King Temple before Qin Chuan was born.

The major events of the country are only sacrifices and Rong.

Qin Fang has been a temple priest for many years, and he has some prestige in several nearby villages.

Qin Fang was old, and his eyes were not good, and when Qin Chuan walked into the temple gate, he squinted and saw clearly, "You are the boy who studied in the third family of Qin Lao in the west of the village, I heard that you adopted your cousin's daughter, could it be this little doll?" ”

It's not that there are no people in the village who go to private school, but it's still rare to read to teenagers.

Usually able to read and write, they were sent to the city by their parents to seek a job as an apprentice. Reading is a heavy burden on ordinary people's families.

If you have been studying for more than ten years and not a single talent has been admitted, it will almost bring down an ordinary family.

If it weren't for Qin Chuan's cousin to help him study, before Qin Chuan woke up, he would have to go to the city as an apprentice in order to make a living, or become a tenant farmer in the local area.

Of course, he looks handsome, and he can be a door-to-door son-in-law.

"Well, it's her, her name is Ying Ning. I heard that the fourth grandfather, you are looking for someone to fill up the ink for the portrait of the dragon prince, I learned a few Danqing kung fu in the private school, and I want to give it a try. ”

Qin Fang sighed: "It's hard for you." If you want to blame it, blame Qin De's kid, he is a lot older, and he is fascinated by the fox spirit, but now it's good, leaving a mess for you. However, although you can't write two Qin characters with one stroke, if you want to make up the ink for the Dragon King, you have to let me see the ability, otherwise I won't dare to let you get started. ”

Although the mountain spirits and ghosts in the village are not common, they are not very rare.

What's more, Qin Fang, as the temple of the Dragon King Temple, has a little means, although he knows that Ying Ning is a child born from a fox, he will not be as afraid as ordinary villagers and regard it as a disaster.

However, if Ying Ning continues to grow up in Qinjia Village, she will inevitably be excluded by the children in the future and suffer many strange eyes.

Before Qin Chuan woke up, he didn't plan to stay in Qinjia Village for too long, lest he bump into people and spread a lot of gossip when he cultivated in the future.

But all this will have to wait for him to achieve fame in Xiucai before it can be arranged.

On the way he came, he broke a bamboo branch, dipped it in the water in the pool next to the temple, and used the bamboo branch as a pen and water as ink, and started painting on the ground.

Because of the limited conditions, the water dries quickly.

Qin Chuan could only speed up.

He held Ying Ning in one hand and painted with the other, although the pen trembled a little, but with a glass of water, the outline of a dragon monarch came out.

The pen and ink in Qin Fang's chest are limited, but he can also see that Qin Chuan painted the dragon king statue in the temple.

He was worried about the portrait of the dragon king these days, and when he saw that Qin Chuan used a bamboo branch to make ink for the pen and water, he was all in shape, and his heart was suddenly happy.

What's more, I heard that Qin Chuan was about to participate in the academy, and once he passed the exam, he was a real reader, so he decided to sell a favor.

"Okay, I have pen, ink, paper, inkstone here, and cinnabar, you see that it is convenient now, so I will go to make up the ink for the Dragon King, and after the matter is completed, I will give you a lot of pen fee."

Qin Chuan didn't shirk himself, and put Ying Ning's swaddling clothes away first.

The little baby was very concerned about her brother, and her dark eyes only swirled on Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan seriously replenished the ink for the Dragon Lord.

It took about half an hour.

In fact, one cup of tea time is enough.

It's just too fast, Qin Fang must have thought that Qin Chuan didn't care.

He also sweated profusely, felt smooth, and finally put down his pen.

"Fortunately, I didn't lose my life!"

Qin Fangjian saw that in the portrait, the dragon lord was wearing a wide-sleeved robe, holding his hands on his chest, and sitting upright with his placket in his head, with a majestic and solemn image.

The face of the dragon lord, "hump head, shrimp eyes, bull nose, dog mouth, catfish hair, lion mane, and antlers" was enriched by Qin Chuan with details and vividly depicted.

"Good, good!" Qin Fang shouted three good words in a row.

He thought to himself: "Painting is not a simple craft, I am afraid that this kid did not learn it from a private school." ”

Qin Fang remembered that Ying Ning's mother was a fox girl, and she must have some spiritual response, maybe it was the fox girl's ability to teach Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan has this skill, and he can raise her child.

As the saying goes, the famine does not kill the craftsman.

No matter when, if you have a skill, you will eventually be able to eat a bite of food.

In fact, Qin Fang's idea had already been expected by Qin Chuan, and at the moment, this job was already Qin Chuan's best choice.

There are dozens of miles to go to Fucheng, and I heard that there are occasional jackals on the way, and it is not very safe to travel far away with his current body.

Qin Fang then went to the temple and took out a gray cloth bag and counted out five hundred yuan.

Qin Chuan roughly counted it, counted it, and then smiled, "Thank you, Fourth Grandfather, do you want to stop looking at the portrait of the Dragon King?" ”

Qin Fang waved his hand, "No, your painting is better than the original." You have this talent, you will be able to eat when you go to the capital in the future, and at that time, you will return to your hometown, but don't forget me, a bad old man. ”

He didn't wish Qinchuan the title of the gold list or anything, because for Qinjiacun, it is already rare to be able to show a talent. There are few people in ten miles and eight towns.

As for the Jinshi, it has to be the stars in the sky.

Nie Zhixian in Guobei County next door is just a fellow jinshi.

Qin Chuan said modestly: "You are too old to win awards. ”

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and before leaving, Qin Fang became more and more satisfied with Qin Chuan, he felt that Qin Chuan was not at all like the other nerds in the surrounding villages, Xiucai didn't get in, he only recognized a few words, and his tails rose to the sky one by one.

He said: "I heard that you are going to participate in the courtyard ceremony next month, I know Zheng Tu from the next village, and he is going to sell meat in the provincial capital next month." You go with him, and I'll let him carry you for a while. When you get to the city, you can squeeze around the entrance of the vegetable market with him. ”

Lingzhou is also a provincial government, dozens of miles of road is not close, there is a butcher on the road to take care of, naturally not worried about any danger.

It can be regarded as a good fate between Qin Fang and Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan didn't refuse, and arched his hand: "So, thank you for being old." ”

Subsequently, Qin Chuan said goodbye to Qin Fang, hugged Ying Ning, and returned to his home with four walls.