"It seems like Mr. Shao hasn't mentioned that phaseless ghost for a long time?"

Yi Shuyuan put down the teacup and suddenly asked, Shao Zhen sighed slightly.

"Maybe Shao was paranoid before, maybe just like a warlock Taoist enlightenment, I still lack that understanding, and vain seeking is a demonic obstacle"

"Mr. Shao also has a bit of a cultivated mind."

Yi Shuyuan gently blew the writing, drying the ink that was no longer wet.

There was a fresh breeze along the river, but it was not cold in this season, which should still be a little cold, but brought a fresh feeling.

"Mr. Yi, do you already understand how to change in your heart?"

Shao Zhen still remembers the events in his dream on the night of the Shangyuan Festival, and it is naturally impossible to forget what Yi Shuyuan said in the dream.

Yi Shuyuan smiled, took the folding fan on the table and unfolded it slightly, covering his entire face, and in Shao Zhen's slightly puzzled look, he suddenly heard a strange laugh behind the fan.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, it's like this in the world~~~"

The voice was sharp and strange, a little grotesque and grotesque, but a little funny, the fingers of the left hand that did not hold the fan moved like waves, and it was even more excited to clench the fist, making a less obvious joint sound.

"Mr. Yi!"

Shao Zhenxin was suddenly startled, a little frightened, and even subconsciously stood up.

And Yi Shuyuan's folding fan slowly moved away, Shao Zhen's eyes widened, and he still saw Yi Shuyuan's face, but he wasn't sure if it was a ghost, or subconsciously looked in the direction of the Demon Hall over there.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan smiled, the folding fan covered his face again, and the grotesque feeling of shrugging his shoulders and fanning his fingers just now suddenly changed, and he sat up.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan's demeanor was more upright than when he wrote before, and Yi Shuyuan directly put down the folding fan, and arranged the shoulders, sleeves, and placket on the other side with his left and right hands, with a calm expression of surprise.

"It turns out that this is the world~~"

The mouth is still Yi Shuyuan's mouth, and the voice is completely different from before, of course, this is not Yi Shuyuan's original voice, but it is much more normal than the previous grotesque.

The ash on the table paused for a moment, and then continued to gnaw, sir, is this a trick?

Shao Zhen was slightly stunned at this time, and had already reacted, Mr. Yi was acting as a ghost with a superb memory, that is, "change"!

Sure enough, Yi Shuyuan's folding fan covered his face again, which Shao Zhen also understood the reason, not that it could not be changed directly, but that it gave people who listened to books and watched dramas a hint of change.

This time, Yi Shuyuan obviously had a "change" again, with an orchid in one hand slightly, and his voice behind the fan turned tactful.

"The world amazes me more than I imagined"

This time it was a female voice, and even with the emotions of sigh and envy, it also made Shao Zhen open his mouth slightly.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, Yi Shuyuan did tell the story, but Shao Zhen was already drunk and confused, although he also heard it, but at most he knew a little bit about it, and there was still a bit of a dream.

And at this moment, the "change" shown by Yi Shuyuan, to be honest, shocked Shao Zhenzhen.

No wonder Mr. Yi said that this is a "change"!

Strict guarding, blue robe, Hua Dan, long hair.

In a short period of time, one by one the ghosts were "changed" by Yi Shuyuan, although they were only a few breaths, although they were only one sentence, and even the meaning of the words was roughly the same.

But Shao Zhen knows that what Mr. Yi "changes" is them!

Because on the night of Shangyuan, the voices of these ghosts were nothing more than that sentence.

There were more than a dozen changes in a row, and in the end, Shao Zhen actually fell into an illusion, as if it was no longer Yi Shuyuan in front of him, but ghosts who walked out of the picture scroll one by one, and they all sat in that position, expressing the emotions in their hearts.

This is not only the excellence of Yi Shuyuan's skills, but also the excellence of Shao Zhen's own feelings.

Yi Shuyuan didn't perform any illusions, but he did create a feeling that a painter like Shao Zhen could present a different picture in his heart with his feelings, even surpassing the scene seen by the naked eye!

This in itself can be regarded as an excellent synaesthesia.

"Smack~"

This blow made Shao Zhenxin jump, and he suddenly came to his senses, and in the blink of an eye, Yi Shuyuan was holding a ruler and had just hit the table.

"Is this the 'change' of the gentleman?"

When he said this, Shao Zhen felt in a trance, but he soon became excited, and his body, which had been frozen next to the stool, also regained control and sat back at the table.

"Mr. Yi, do you already know how Wuxiang has changed? What should he be like, what will he say? That's how I can draw its face! ”

Feeling, what Shao Zhen needs is a feeling, as long as he grasps the feeling of the ghost head, he can imagine the face it should have with his feelings!

"Why does Mr. Shao keep calling him the ghost head?"

"Phaseless"

"Since it is phaseless, how can the face be faced? If you have a phase, how can you be a ghost without a phase? ”

Yi Shuyuan said that Shao Zhen was stunned again, he kept calling "no phase, no phase", but it can be said that it is just a pronoun, because he can't draw the phase.

It's just that the words of rebuttal reached his throat but he couldn't spit it out, because Shao Zhen asked himself unconsciously, and he had already equated the ghost head with Wuxiang in his heart.

"Can't the gentleman 'change' come out?"

Shao Zhen was excited, and became a little stunned, but his mentality was not entangled.

It's just that Yi Shuyuan, who was sitting opposite, seemed to be smiling, reached out and gently twitched the hairband on his head, and the long gray hair suddenly fell down, covering his face like a shadow.

Just this action brought an inexplicable feeling in Shao Zhen's eyes.

And Yi Shuyuan took the book that had just been put down, turned it to a blank page, and took the pen that had only been washed for a long time with the other hand.

Write again? But the pen has just finished washing and the water has not dried.

Sure enough, Yi Shuyuan dipped his pen in ink, and then put his pen on the white page.

"Woo."

The evening breeze blew, Yi Shuyuan's long hair swayed with the wind, and the sky seemed to dim quickly here, but it set off the white pages of the book more conspicuously, and Yi Shuyuan's pen really fell on the paper.

But the pen and ink fall not into words, but a kind of arc.

It's a face!

At this moment, there seemed to be a gust of wind in the temple.

Shi Sheng, who was playing by the river beach outside the temple, couldn't help but look at the Zhenjun Temple not far away, and Qi Zhongbin, who was closing the stall in the front yard of the temple, also stood up suddenly.

But none of the brothers made any extra moves.

Because this is the True Monarch Temple, and the master is also there, this kind of cold qi change will not be something treacherous.

By the river in the temple, where Yi Shuyuan's pen passed, a facial outline was drawn, but the painting was not exquisite, just the lines left by the ink, and because it was stained with river water, there were crooked traces of the ink marks infected, making the face on this paper even more weird

"It turns out . That's how the world looks. It's a pity that I'm a faceless ghost, so I can only draw a face."

This time, Yi Shuyuan didn't change much in his voice, but his tone seemed a little more distant, and his words were one more sentence than the previous ghost of change.

Shao Zhen suddenly had goosebumps all over his body, he opened his mouth slightly but couldn't make a sound, and across the table in the twilight, he was sitting on the opposite side of the ghost!

Not to mention Shao Zhen, even Gray Mian was already lying on the table in a daze at the moment, as if he was a little frightened by the figure close at hand, it knew that Mr. had not made a real change, but it seemed to be able to feel a change.

This change is weirder and scary than any change in Mr. has ever seen!

"Smack~"

When the ruler fell, Shao Zhen and Gray Mian were shocked at the same time, and one person woke up with a mink.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan had already put down the book and pen, and also put down the ruler, pulled his hair back with both hands and tied it again, and looked at Shao Zhen who was still standing in front of his seat with a smile and a smile.

"Mr. Shao, Yi has changed like this, can he still see it?"

The goosebumps on Shao Zhen's body were still gone, and his whole body was like electricity, and he praised again and again in excitement.

"Good change, good change! Mr. Yi just mentioned the pen, can he speak in a discipline? ”

Yi Shuyuan glanced at the "face" on the scroll, and only spit out two words.

"Painted skin!"

The two words are like thunder in the ears.

Shao Zhen took a step back from his seat and respectfully bowed to Yi Shuyuan.

"Shao Zhen thanks Mr. Xie for his advice!"

After saying this, Shao Zhen rushed directly to his room, his heart was full of agitation, and even filled with a slight sense of fear, and at the same time, there was also a strong drive to draw Wuxiang!

Shao Zhen ran away, and Yi Shuyuan's hairband was re-tied.

Gray Mian held a piece of rice cake and looked at Yi Shuyuan slightly stiffly.

"Sir, you just changed and you look a little crazy."

"Are you still afraid of ghosts? Besides, I haven't done it yet! ”

Yi Shuyuan joked, picked up the folding fan and swept it, and all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table were swept into the fan, leaving only the teapots, teacups and other things that belonged to the Zhenjun Temple.

Gray Mian stuffed all the rice cakes and other tributes that he couldn't finish into the fluff under his neck, and said as he stuffed them.

"I'm not afraid of other ghosts, but I'm afraid that you will become a ghost, sir."

"Hey, then next time if I really become a ghost, I must bring it with me so that you can take a good look!"

Yi Shuyuan's bad taste came up.

Gray Mian smiled reluctantly, and reached out to get the last half of the rice cake, but Yi Shuyuan took the first step and grabbed the rice cake and put it in his mouth.

"Cooking."

Chen Han's cooking skills Yi Shuyuan tried it once and didn't want to try it a second time, so after the Zhou family and Lao Miaozhu left, unless they went to order meals, most of the meals in Zhenjun Temple were cooked by Yi Shuyuan or Qi Zhongbin, and today was naturally no exception.

As soon as Yi Shuyuan left, Gray Mian naturally followed immediately, and as for the tables and stools, it was not too late to clean up later.

Chen Han stood outside the Demon Hall and looked at the table by the river, and at this moment she was also slightly relieved, obviously she was also taken aback just now, she looked at the statue of the true monarch in the hall, and only then did she show a little self-deprecating look.

It's just that when I turned around again, I saw a snake head emerging from the river, looking at the shore tremblingly, obviously Chen Han was not the only one who was frightened, but also made her, who was a sister, couldn't help but smile and shook her head.

(End of chapter)