Zhuo Yifan lived in Longkong Xuan for a month, and after daily work, it has almost become a habit to drink and chat with the brothers in the fire room.

Early one morning, He Xinlan found him and asked him to go out on the pretext of preparing ingredients. This kind of thing has always been done by kitchen workers, of course Zhuo Yifan knew that the other party was uneasy and kind, just because he wanted him to bump into Pan Wu after he went out and be beaten by the other party. used the reason of "beating workers" to dissociate himself from Pan Wu.

"This is what the kitchen does, what does it have to do with our fire room?" said a big man.

"That's it, this is too much, Sister He just wants to get rid of Pan Wu, and she can't use this kind of indiscriminate means. Isn't this the death of Xiao Linzi?"

Many people in the fire room said indignantly, although their limbs were developed, their minds were not simple. I know that this matter is very important.

"Or ...... Xiaolinzi, you take sick leave, we'll go for you. Wang Yuanchun said.

Zhuo Yifan shrugged his shoulders and said, "If you can run, the monk can't run the temple, Sister He is eyeing me." I just don't want to go out, and she has thousands of reasons for me to go out. ”

"No, no, Xiaolinzi, you have to come out to support your family at a young age, it's not easy. Sister He is not an arrogant and unreasonable person on weekdays, and explaining the situation to her may be able to let you go. It's really not good, all the people in our fire room are on strike, I don't believe how she can drop! Brother Huo, what do you say?"

Wang Yuanchun turned to Huo Village, only to see that Huo Cun also had a straight face: "This is a broken jar." It's not like we can't do it. I'm afraid that after He Xinlan compromises for a while, he will spend a lot of money to find new people, and then kick us out one by one. ”

"Hey. It would be nice if the manager was there. If only he knew about Xiao Linzi. We will not sit idly by. ”

Zhuo Yifan was moved, although the brothers in the fire room have hot personalities and seem fierce on weekdays, they are really good, united and kind. It makes him feel like he has returned to Xuancun.

Zhuo Yifan didn't want these people to be involved in this matter, and the worst result of his offending Pan Wu was to expose his identity as a monk. But they are just mere mortals, so what qualifications do they have to fight with a generation of princes?

In the end, under Zhuo Yifan's stalemate. He went out on his own. Before leaving, Huo Cun smeared a layer of soot on his face and told him that this was the exclusive disguise technique of the fire room.

Zhuo Yifan smiled bitterly in his heart, maybe he changed into a clean outfit and went out, Pan Wu might not be able to recognize it. Now that his face has been coated with this layer of ash, he has become like a little beggar, which makes Pan Wu dangerous when he sees it.

Holding the silver taels and pushing the vegetable cart, Zhuo Yifan came all the way to Fang Market and bought ingredients according to the list. When he passed by a bookstore, he bought some pen, ink, paper, and inkstones for painting. Finally, I returned to Longkong Xuan.

The people in the fire room were all relieved to see Zhuo Yifan come back safely.

This outing seems to be peaceful, but it is not. In fact, as early as when he went out, Zhuo Yifan found that someone was following him, but he didn't do it.

For this kind of little minions, Zhuo Yifan didn't bother to pay attention to it, if the other party dared to do it, he didn't mind sending these people on the road. But in this way, the meditation of this month has been broken, and we have to start all over again.

In the evening, the work in the fire room ended, and Zhuo Yifan returned to the workshop early to bathe and change clothes.

At this moment, there are many blank pictures in the originally empty workshop.

Gently stroking the drawing paper with both hands, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but recall his childhood.

From the moment he can remember, his grandfather occupies most of his memory. It was his grandfather who taught him to walk, it was his grandfather who taught him to read and write, it was his grandfather who taught him to practice martial arts to strengthen his body, and it was his grandfather who taught him to be strong and be a man who stood up to the sky.

Memory is like a wheel rolling, rolling a big circle and then returning to the starting point, Zhuo Yifan quietly listened to the grinding sound of the next circle in his hand, and his thoughts couldn't help but drift to the Zhuo family's mansion in his memory.

After researching the most sufficient ink, Zhuo Yifan tapped the brush into the ink, and the spiritual power in his hand suddenly worked, and the ink was outlined on the paper little by little along the soft tip of the hair. The affection is getting deeper and deeper, and the two tears quietly drip down, blending with the ink, and becoming one......

After a long time, Zhuo Yifan woke up from the fugue, he looked at the picture scroll in his hand, and an old man appeared on it, with a slightly old face, a short and stiff black beard, majestic but extremely amiable. This is his grandfather - Zhuo Wentian!

Zhuo Yifan learned to paint when he was a child, but after all, he hadn't picked up the pen for too long, and he was slightly rough in the portrayal of the characters' faces, but on the whole, there was another inexplicable charm. He stretched out his hand, stroked the old man in the painting, and muttered to himself: "Grandpa, are you okay? Today is your birthday." I wish my grandfather happiness such as the East China Sea, and longevity than Nanshan. You must wait for Fan'er, wait for Fan'er to come back......"

After being silent for a long time, Zhuo Yifan gently rolled up the scroll and carefully placed it in the bucket.

After a few more things, another picture scroll was made, this time with a man and a woman painted on it, looking at each other with affection. It is his father Zhuo Lie and mother Zhuo Hanlan who are depicted.

He looked deeply at the man and woman who had brought him into the world, then gently put them away and put them in the bucket.

Tomorrow the fire room rests, so this night, he is crazy to his heart's content, tirelessly painting, immersed in it, and forgetting to sleep and eat.

He almost didn't sleep all night, from the initial painting of people, gradually to the painting of demons and beasts, and even used color ink.

This time, Zhuo Yifan looked at the scroll in his hand, and there was a strong aura in this scroll, but the thing he painted was an ancient murderer, the old demon of Montenegro.

This old demon of Black Mountain is the first soul of the five elements that Zhuo Yifan has subdued, and the thing to which the wood soul belongs.

For the impression of the old demon of Montenegro, he still extracted it from the memory of the wood soul in the spirit wood tree spirit, which is not too clear, only knows a general outline, and uses his own imagination when painting. But if any monk sees it, he will surely discover the immortal spirituality coming from above.

When this painting was finished, Zhuo Yifan's eyelids couldn't stand it anymore, and he didn't even have time to clean up the mess on the table, and hurriedly put down the pen, but he fell into a deep sleep.

He had not returned to the life of a monk for too long, and the days of sleepless days and nights had quietly passed. Now, like most mortals, he needs several hours of sleep every day.

Because he was too tired, when he woke up, it was already noon the next day, but fortunately, his body and spirit had returned to his peak, and the whole person was refreshed.

After waking up, he continued to paint, this time the paintings were relatively simple, all of them were ordinary spirit beasts encountered in the Qingyang Mountain Range, Blue Moon Giant Eagle, Spirit Wood Tree Spirit, and Six-winged Xuanjing Python and the like.

After finishing these paintings, it was already evening, Zhuo Yifan went out to sell these paintings, and then bought some ink and brushes. The paintbrush in his hand was almost bald under the ravages of his day.

In order to prevent trouble, Zhuo Yifan wore a hat, brought a few pictures to the market, and rented a stall with a silver ingot, which was opened.

The market at night is very lively, the lights are colorful, people come and go, many people who are tired of eating from the restaurant, will choose to come here to shop. There are a lot of strange things here, and people often can find spiritual antiquities that are filled with stuffing, and they can be brought back to settle down to turn evil into good fortune and prolong life.

"Well, when did there be more than one art stall here? Interesting, I don't know what is painted on it. A prince of a family walked in front of Zhuo Yifan's stall, and he was followed by two retinues, who were definitely nobles in the imperial capital.

The boy flipped through the scroll casually, and finally locked on a picture of a beauty, on which the beautiful woman painted was slim and white, as if she were a real person, as if she was about to fly out of the painting. He immediately asked, "How much does this cost?"

Zhuo Yifan glanced at the painting, and the painting on it was none other than his mother Zhuo Hanlan, and immediately said: "I'm sorry, this painting is misplaced, don't sell ......"

The man pursed his lips, and in desperation, he chose another picture of a beautiful woman and asked, "What about this one?"

"One Hundred and Two ......"

"Take the money. The man was overjoyed and hurriedly ordered his entourage to withdraw the money.

Zhuo Yifan smiled casually, and continued to finish what he had not finished speaking: "Golden ......"

"What?!"

"One hundred taels of gold. Zhuo Yifan repeated.

"What a madman!" the man threw off the painting and walked away in a huff. (To be continued......)