Standing upright in front of the table, he spread the felt flat on the table. Gently stroked it with his hand, bent down and blew softly. He picked up a piece of parchment from the side and laid it flat. Gently caressing it with the back of your hand, the touch of this parchment paper makes people's hands shrink back.

It also has a warm residual heat, like human skin. But compared to people's skin, it is also smoother.

"It's hard to write, you say, in this world, who is the god of soldiers?"

Shunan still gets his stuff and doesn't stop.

"Today's soldier saint, I don't dare to say that I am a hundred victories in a hundred battles, if I really say that I am a master in the middle, then I will count the prince of Jinling. ”

"Zhu Jiannan?"

It is difficult to use a knife to gently cut through the parchment, the knife is a sharp and good knife, and the hand with the knife is also a fast and steady hand. He pressed the book lightly against the paper and took a few more pens and put them on the pen holder.

"You said you couldn't find a good pen, but how could there be so many good pens here?"

Shu Nan laughed softly, if he told the truth, I am afraid he would also be insulting Zhong Xihou.

"Hou Ye would never know that a person who writes and draws, no matter how many good pens he has, it is not enough. It's like you and other swordsmen, no amount of swords is too much. ”

"Oh, three thousand like water, take only one scoop to drink. ”

"Then if this scoop of water is drunk and leaks, what should Hou Ye do?"

"And what is this scoop of water in your mouth?"

"Here I put the wolf hair, the rabbit hair, the pen is small, medium and large, and there are also bucket pens, what is the Hou Ye's sword?" He brought clear water, water from the night lake. He began to grind the ink, this inkstone is not a precious inkstone, nor is it produced in the four famous mountains.

"To me, the dance is a sword. ”

"That jade pen is not just a pen. Shu Nan spread out his left hand, and the nail of his right hand lightly cut through the palm of his left hand, and the flesh opened, and blood gradually flowed out of it. He clenched his fist and dripped blood into the ink.

"If you want to use blood, I will ask someone to take it. ”

"Other people's blood is cold, and my pen can't dip it in such ink. He shook the ink basin, his blood was like one scarlet bead after another, and he couldn't melt away on the black ink for a long time. ”

Let's say, the book is difficult to use a paintbrush to stir blood and ink together. The originally extremely conspicuous and somewhat heretical blood beads quickly melted into the thick ink, and it was impossible to see that there was a lot of scarlet blood in this basin of thick ink.

The sound of "bang", the book is still ink, Zhong Xihou looked up, a red dress moved with the wind, his hair was untied and let the wind blow, and then looked, yo, he also wore a black wooden fanged face armor.

"Little junior brother, it's time to meet. Zhong Xihou was originally lazy and leaning, but he stood up, inserted the sword that had just been wiped into the floor, and stretched his waist.

The person who came looked at the sword inserted into the floor, I don't know if he was looking at the sword, or if he thought that the city lord of the West Land was really boring, and he destroyed a piece of the floor in a good way.

Zhong Xihou didn't guess wrong, the person who came was indeed lingering like a song, lingering like a song didn't say much, he threw eight spells into the air, four up and four down, and the space around the three of them turned black.

"Hey, it's dark, how do you tell me to paint?" The book is difficult to pick up the pen and sketch back and forth in the air, and the golden lines are dazzling in the black like a swimming dragon. A beacon illuminates the place where the book is difficult.

The black was all put away, Zhong Xihou was still leaning on his sword, and Shu Nan was still painting. Ying Ruge looked at the book, Zhong Xihou couldn't see the expression under his mask, he guessed, was this little junior brother surprised?

The book is difficult to replace with a new wolf's hair, such a new pen is not suitable for painting, can only be used to outline the fine lines on the painting. He had two pens in his hands, one dipped in ink and the other moistened with water. He clamped the upper end of the pen with the tiger's mouth, and used his middle finger to pick the horizontal and vertical sides of the two pens. Gently aim at the drawing with the watered pen.

Zhong Xihou doesn't know how to paint, he only knows that the paintings that are difficult to write are very unusual. But even if he didn't know how to draw, he still didn't understand why he had to put blood into ink.

"Don't worry, this prankster is not an outsider, so it doesn't hurt to say anything directly. ”

"Zhongcheng Lord, maybe borrow something?"

Zhong Xihou slowly pulled out the sword and slowly inserted it into the sheath. And said. ”

"Sword in sheath. ”

"What do you want?"

"Challenge the Mo family sword master. ”

Zhongxi Hou didn't say much, but he was extremely bold, and threw the sword sheath to Yingruge. Lingering like a song did not move, a tall and thin man appeared behind him on the left side, and the tall and thin man reached out and grabbed the sword of the dancing goose.

Zhong Xihou thought it was interesting, he had never heard of such a spell, it was very magical. Shu Nan was slightly surprised, not overflowing, still painting there, what he was painting, still can't see clearly.

The tall and thin man was dressed in a linen cloth with a lot of patches, which was in stark contrast to the haunting song of the red-clothed face armor. The tall and thin man was respectful, holding a sword in both hands, and it was like a song. Ying Ruge held the sword, and the tall and thin body gradually became transparent, and the shadow disappeared with a flick of the fingers or two.

Zhong Xihou's mouth was open, not because he was surprised, he still felt that this kind of spell was indeed interesting and fun.

Ying Ruge looked at the sword in his hand, the red sword of the red color, it was not gorgeous, but the deep carving did not seem to have been passed down for hundreds of years. Zhong Xihou just looked at Ying Ruge, as if he was expecting something.

Ying Ruge didn't pay attention to it, held the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled out the dancing sword, seeing that the blade was sharpened and couldn't find a gap, and the sword body was as bright as a mirror. Three feet and three, the sword body is on all sides, with a slight orange light, no blood channel, two fingers flicking, the sound is crisp, and there is a deep dragon groan in the faint voice. Two fingers lightly tapped the sword body, and the sword body reflected the word "dancing goose".

Zhong Xihou's surprise was not overflowing, what he expected did not appear, without losing the calmness and calmness of the lord of a city and the overlord of a land, and there was no expression on his dark face.

Smiled and asked, "How?"

Ying Ruge put the sword in his sheath, threw it back to Zhongxi Hou, and shook his head: "A good sword, no deity can hold it." ”

Zhongxi Hou stretched out his hand, held it, and smiled at the sword in his hand, and he had the joy of losing and regaining.

"Yama Hall received a secret report that the evil tiger came out of the West Mountain, the middle city lord, don't you think it's funny?"

Zhong Xihou raised a cup of tea, and the tea leaves floating in that cup of tea were tender and green. He took a sip, the aroma of the tea was indeed charming. But he forgot that this tea was not made for him to drink.

Shu Nan looked at the lord of the West helplessly, and wanted to drink tea, so he could get a cup for himself.

"This tea ······"

"If you say it's good tea, it's not suitable to drink tea with you. ”

"Could it be that this is not a good tea?"

"It's good tea. Shu Nan suddenly interjected, "If you don't know where this tea came from, then you won't know that it's good tea." ”

"This tea is mixed with a lot of miscellaneous pieces, and the tea soup is not clear. It is still tender and green, and it should be a real dragon well, but it is also a lower grade. ”

Shunan put the pen into the water, the ink scattered, and gradually, the black was gone, and the water was still so pure and transparent.

"This is a gift from the old woman to the Hou Ye. Shu Nan picked up the jar and took a sip of the water inside, but he didn't know what the smell of the night lake water that had been washed with blood and thick ink. He squirted out, sprayed water on the painting, and continued, "You say, you have a foreigner hunting for a living, if the only man in your family is killed, and someone helps you to avenge it, what will you take in return?"

Zhong Xihou never refused to repay the kindness of others, even if the cattle from the farmer's family were given to him, he would kill them and eat them with the farmer's family. And the real Longjing, even if it is not a medium grade in the eyes of the people of Middle-earth, is as expensive as a live fish in the city that never sleeps.

"It's hard to read, you've been here for a long time, and Lone still can't see what you're painting. ”

Shunan looked at his drawing, his painting had not yet been colored, but the bottom had already been drawn.

"Master Hou can't see it, so the Venerable One might see it?"

Haunting Ruge approached the painting, which was painted in different shades of black and white. "Will this painting move?" Shu Nan clapped his hands, this painting is moving, as long as your heart is still moving, then this painting is moving. Zhong Xihou also joined in the excitement and went up to take a look, strange, what did this ghost draw like a talisman?

"I used to see a calligrapher and painter painting, and when I went over, I saw his painting moving, and he said, his painting is not moving. ”

Shunan began to pack his things, his painting was not finished yet, and now he did not plan to continue painting. "I saw that his painting was obviously moving, and the gentleman was stunned and said that the painting was not moving. Mr.'s disciples, those yellow-haired children, also said that the painting was not moving. Passers-by came over and they said the painting was moving······"

Shu Nan hooked his lips and smiled softly: "Then Venerable, is the painting I see moving or not?"

Yingruge was not confused, everyone said that the painting was moving, and the person who painted said that the painting would not move. All the people retorted that the painting was indeed moving, and the painter's disciples helped to say that the painting would not move.

"Friendship, how can I help you?"

Ying Ruge threw a booklet to Zhong Xihou, picked up Zhong Xihou's cup of tea, and took a sip slightly, this tea is indeed not a good tea. The book that was only painted on the side is ugly and worrying, these two rough men, no matter what, next time this teacup will not be used.

"There are ten halls of ghosts and gods in the four directions, and only nine Yamas are left. ”

"Oh, King Qin Guang and King Bian Cheng, these two people heard that they were from the Imperial Intelligence Department when Emperor Yin, and the Heavenly Son of Yama and the ghosts and gods of the Quartet, I really don't know what kind of person they are. ”

"It seems that Lord Zhongcheng's eyes are very bright and his ears are very sharp. ”

"You have written all kinds of things in the Yama Palace, what do you want to do?" Zhongxi Hou closed the booklet, and the last secret that people could not tell was how he knew this secret. Zhongxihou also found it interesting, the Yama Hall did not belong to the Dusk Han Building, and Ying Ruge was the ghost master of the Dusk Han Building, but now he had thrown the roster of the Yama Hall to himself.

"The deity wants you to take over the Yama Hall in the city that never sleeps. ”

"There are two envoys under the command of the ghosts and gods of the four directions. Each of the ten halls of Yama has sixteen auxiliary people, and each of these sixteen people is in charge of three people. In addition, there are thirteen guards at the Meng Po Nai Bridge. Zhong Xihou counted the numbers one by one, "Interesting, if your Yama Hall is really arranged according to the order of the underworld that you Han orally transmit, why don't you have the ten ghost rakshasas, the Yaksha Yin handsome?"

"These people are not everyone's eyes and ears, and the deity will arrange for them to enter the thirty-sixth floor of the building. ”

"Then you just want to help you take care of a group of frail literati?"

"Is it possible for a literati who is sick and bedridden but knows the affairs of the world to become the lord of Zhongcheng?"

"Although Lone likes talented people, he doesn't like to be controlled by others. ”

"You might as well say it. ”

"If it happens, you have to deserve it. ”

"The deity has no right to decide, but it promises to you. ”

Shu Nan has put away his drawings and brushes, and he is no longer painting today.

He didn't know what they were talking about, but he knew a thing or two.

Sometimes people are just so funny, can't they just say it directly, but what Zhong Xihou said he deserved was really guessed by the red-clothed ghost?

"If you really want to do this, Master Hou, I'm afraid you still lack a military advisor to send troops. "It's like a self-recommendation, but it's not.

"You're going to go and invite that Zhu Nan alone?"

"He, I'm afraid you won't be able to invite or tie him up. Shu Nan took out the jade pen, he completely ignored the lingering song is here, he took out the jade pen and drew runes in the air, and the traces of the heavenly books appeared out of thin air. "Master Hou can see the origin of this Zhu Jiannan, if you want to invite him into your city that never sleeps after reading it, then I have nothing to say. ”

Zhong Xihou didn't reach out to take the Book of Heaven, he didn't like this thing. Secrets are what people want to know, and when you know the secret, you can't help but want to share the secret with others, but this book is a secret that makes people forget what they know. Of course, this kind of thing is not what he likes, and once he uses it, he doesn't want to try it again.

"City Lord Zhong, how many black armor troops are there in your city?"

"The Black Armor Army has more than 80,000. ”

"80,000 troops against 800,000, eggs against stones?"

This time, Zhong Xihou smiled: "Lonely North Yan'erlang, one is ten." As many people go out, as many people come back. He claims to have an army of 800,000, let alone 80,000, but he really thinks that 30,000 black armor can't win?

"Do you want to learn from the barbarians of the grassland, no matter how many troops the enemy has, I just attack all the way?" Ying Ruge also knew that this method was not impossible, but for the purpose of his coming, it was indeed not feasible.

Zhong Xihou looked at Shunan and packed up everything, but he still didn't understand what Shunan had drawn.

"Nepotism is not easy to use. You give full authority to the Yama Palace, if his master comes to find it, this black cauldron is yours, or is it Lonely?"

"It's true that you don't sleep in the city of wine and rice bags, but don't forget that there are still thirty-six floors and seventy-two pavilions in the Dusk Building, although there are not many of them, but they are all elite. The deity Yama Hall has also been replenished, if it really hurts the harmony, I am afraid that it is you and me, not fishermen. ”

"I can promise you, but the conditions of Ran Gu ······"

"It's done, and you'll get what you deserve. Defeated, you are located in the West, and the barbarians behind you are in the country, if you are punished, no one will be happy to see the entry of the West. ”

Haunting Ruge still comes and goes in style, and he doesn't know where the burning phoenix will fly in an hour. Zhong Xihou's eyes did not hesitate, he looked at the book, looked at his pens: "The book is difficult, when are you free, leisure, or for me to paint a picture of the beautiful scenery of the country and mountains······"

Shu couldn't laugh: "Master Hou, this painting can't be." ”

"Oh, is it?" Zhong Xihou muttered to himself as he watched the wind blow the clouds, "I worked hard to build a netherworld mansion, but I gave up a lot of talents, what do you want?"

Shu Nan smiled again, and said teasingly: "If the city lord doesn't understand, why don't you ask Zhong Daxia?"