Yu Zhenyi buried Gao Xiangyang's body on the spot.

Then he took the real martial sword and walked to the next floor. The next layer is the fourth layer, and I don't know what demons and monsters will be. Yu Zhenyi took the True Martial Sword and came to the next layer. What caught my eye was an ancient temple.

In the ancient temple, there is a scholar who is sitting on the ground, holding a paintbrush in his hand, and the color of the pen is bright.

Yu Zhenyi frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

The scholar did not answer, but asked, "Do you see this girl I painted, is it beautiful?"

Yu Zhenyi looked up, and on the wall, there was indeed a girl. In addition, there are countless picture scrolls, all of which depict a girl. But what makes Yu Zhenyi strange is that this girl looks mediocre.

It was far less than the Chen Yu he had seen before.

He didn't know how to answer.

The scholar smiled again: "What are you here for?"

Yu Zhenyi replied: "For the sake of cultivation, revenge." ”

The scholar sighed, he didn't like this answer very much. But there was no way, he raised his hand, and the paint in the paint tray was almost gone. He said, "I'll tell you a story, and I'll let you go when I'm done." ”

Yu Zhenyi nodded and simply sat down.

The real martial arts sword behind him, jingling bells and jingling bells, seemed to be the scholar in front of him, very terrifying.

Yu Zhenyi was not nervous, but sat down.

The scholar glanced at him, with a hint of appreciation, and began to tell the story.

There was a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam, and stayed in a dilapidated temple on the way. Locals say that this temple is haunted by female ghosts, and men have gone in, and no one can come out safely. The scholar thought that he was bored all the way, and he didn't know if he could get into the exam when he entered Beijing to catch the exam, so it was better to play a trick when he was young and encountered something fun.

The female ghosts don't know what they look like, but since they can transform into human forms, they want to fight with Korean actresses. In this long night, it is always good to have beautiful women, and as long as you can hold on to it, you will not fall into their way.

So he went into the temple.

In the evening, the scholar lit the lamp and pretended to study there. In the middle of the night, the door creaked open, and the sound of soft footsteps came from far and near, stopping at the scholar's table.

The scholar lowered his head and peeked, only to see the corner of his skirt, and then looked at the ground, there was no shadow, and it was really a female ghost. The scholar suppressed the excitement in his heart, frowned as if he was thinking hard, as if he looked up inadvertently, and suddenly saw a female ghost.

Yikes!

This female ghost looks mediocre, but she is just a middle-aged person.

The scholar was so disappointed that he couldn't help but complain: "This young lady, if you want to come out to seduce people, let's dress up a little first." Now that you look like this, how can I be hooked willingly?"

The female ghost was full of surprise and said, "I looked like this when I was born, no one said anything bad?"

The scholar said: "Then since you have died and turned into a ghost, and you can transform into a human form, why don't you become more beautiful by the way?" In this ruined temple, you have no intention of sleeping, and it is better to be in front of a beautiful woman than now." ”

The female ghost said, "Beauty, what does a beautiful woman look like?"

The scholar thought for a while and said: "Beauty, it's nothing more than a shy flower closing the moon, sinking fish and geese, all kinds of amorous, curvy, graceful, alluring the country and the city." Can't you just try to change one?"

The female ghost said: "I was illiterate when I was alive, and I didn't grow up with culture after I died.

When the scholar heard this, he couldn't make a sound for a long time. He had no choice but to say, "Then I'll draw it for you." ”

So the scholar opened the four treasures of the study, rolled up his sleeves, and began to paint. First of all, he drew a beautiful woman with a ring of fat, which was a sesame flatbread standing upright on a pile of buns.

Then he drew a thin swallow beauty, which was a sunflower seed with its tip pointing downwards and sticking it in a branch. The female ghost laughed so much that it almost dissipated, which made the scholar's face a little unbearable.

The scholar thought to himself, I went to Beijing to take the exam and didn't take the painting exam, and now it's okay for everyone to encourage each other to draw two strokes, why laugh so exaggerated......

The female ghost finally stopped laughing and said, "Is this a beauty?"

Then he started laughing again, and it seemed that he would not be able to stop it for a while. At this time, the scholar's literati self-esteem was awakened, and he crumpled up the painting just now without saying a word, threw it away, and picked up the pen to repaint.

The female ghost stood beside him, watching his pen gush out of a steady stream of fish, yellow eels, clams, crayfish and other aquatic seafood, and couldn't help but shake like a convulsion, and her throat made a strange sound of "clucking" and "cooing" from time to time, like a pigeon that was about to die.

The scholar drew all the way down, and before he knew it, the sky was about to dawn.

The female ghost suddenly discovered this, and hurriedly said, "You can draw slowly, and I will come to see your beauty in the evening." Then she couldn't hold it anymore and walked out the door laughing.

The scholar was ashamed and angry, and secretly scolded himself: "This little girl doesn't look very good, and she dares to laugh so presumptuously, it's really shameless! I don't know whose family she was when she was alive, but fortunately, she has never been married, or she will kill a good man alive." ”

He yawned, sleepiness set in, and fell asleep.

When the scholar woke up, it was already afternoon. He freshened up, ate something haphazardly, and wondered if it was time to go on the road. He glanced at the hundred beautiful pictures drawn by the night one by one, and he couldn't help but laugh until he fell. He thought: "No, if you just leave, you will inevitably be laughed at behind the back of that little girl." I'll sit down and draw well. ”

So he lifted his spirits and began to draw again.

When it was almost the middle of the night, the female ghost really came again. The scholar lowered his head to draw and ignored her angrily.

The female ghost took a closer look and said, "Yes, yes, this time it looks a little like a person." ”

The scholar was very happy and said, "Is it true?" and "Unfortunately, it is still very ugly." ”

The scholar got angry, turned his head and ignored her, and picked up the pen to draw again. And so the night passed, and when it was almost dawn, the female ghost went away, and said, "I will come again in the evening." ”

With the anger in his chest, the scholar did not stop until noon. He woke up in the evening, pinched his fingers on the bed and calculated his schedule, and felt that it was time to leave for Beijing. So he packed his bags and prepared to leave.

This is when he saw last night's work on the broken table, picked up a few and looked at them, and thought to himself, "Actually, I painted well." Like these two, it's not far from beauty. I just need to pay a little more attention to the drawing, and it's perfect. ”

Before he knew it, he grabbed the pen again, sat down and began to draw.

In the middle of the night, the female ghost came. She looked at the scholar's painting and exclaimed in surprise, "Hey! This time there is really a human being!"

The scholar said happily, "Are you afraid?"

"It's a pity that it's not as pretty as me. The scholar snorted and said, "When I draw carefully, be careful that you are too ashamed to see her......" The female ghost smiled silently, and watched the scholar draw all night.

Since then, the scholar has lived in the temple and no longer thinks about entering Beijing to take the exam. He drew all day and quickly ran out of paper.

So he found a slippery slate, washed it, and painted on it. After painting, wash it off with water. Then the slate became black and could no longer be washed. So he went to the river beach and wrapped two bales of sand, polished the slate, and it was ready to use again.

The female ghost would come every night and criticize him for the mistakes in his paintings, and laugh at him. The scholar was so angry that he almost had a cerebral hemorrhage every time, and when the female ghost was gone at almost dawn, he couldn't help but scold Uncle Yama, scolding him for why he didn't close the door tightly, let such goods out, and tease the young and promising intellectuals.

Then he held his breath and drew wildly, until he collapsed at the table and fell asleep.

Months passed. The scholar drew all the pens and polished all the ink. So he dipped his finger in the water and painted on the slate.

The painting began to disappear before he could finish it, so his last stroke followed the first, and so on.

Only on rainy nights does the watermark not disappear so quickly, he can finish the painting slowly and then stop

Started and watched the beauty on the slate start from the ends of her hair, and disappear into nothingness little by little. At such a time, the female ghost stood beside him, looking at the stone slab together, without saying a word. The sound of rain rattled outside the window, and time passed as slowly as the evaporation of water vapor.

Once, the scholar broke the slate. So he used everything he could to paint, and he painted everywhere he could.

The ruined temple is full of beautiful women, some with charcoal strips, some with knives to carve, and some with finger prints stacked one by one. If someone came here, they would definitely think that the scholar was a very good nymphomaniac, and that's exactly what happened.

But in this place, no one comes except for scholars and female ghosts.

Finally, one day, the scholar stopped. He strongly felt that his next painting would definitely be able to clearly paint the beauty in his mind. So he went to the market and bought pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

He arranged all this, sat down at the table, and sat quietly until late at night, starting in the afternoon. He threw himself into fantasizing about beautiful women, and he didn't even notice that the female ghost had come in. When everything was brewed successfully, he picked up his pen and drew the most beautiful woman in his mind.

The scholar couldn't help but smile when he finished the last stroke, and this was exactly what he wanted to be as beautiful as what he had just seen in his fantasy. He stretched, pointed to the painting, and said to the female ghost, "Look, this is a beauty!"

The female ghost put on a stepmother's face, looked the portrait up and down a few times, and had nothing to say for a while. This is indeed the perfect woman in the minds of scholars, and the taste of scholars is indeed quite high. She had no choice but to say, "So you like this type!"

The scholar was a little annoyed, but soon relieved, thinking that this type was not a derogatory term, and he asked the female ghost, "Can you become like this?"

The female ghost frowned, pursed her lips, pointed to the portrait and said, "That's it?"

The scholar said, "Yes." ”

The female ghost said, "Exactly the same?"

The scholar said, "It's exactly the same." ”

The female ghost picked up the portrait and looked left and right, with a reluctant face. The scholar said, "Why, you can't change?"

The female ghost said angrily, "Who made me a ghost?" and she took the portrait and went to the back of the tent sullenly. The scholar was ashamed, happy and nervous, and sat on the broken chair and twisted around, as if he had hemorrhoids.

After a while, a person came out from behind the curtain, his hair was as black as ink, his skin was as white as paper, his eyebrows were like distant mountains, and his eyes were like autumn water. When the scholar saw this, his nerves tensed all over his body, and his hands and feet were cramped, and this woman was exactly like what he had drawn.

The scholar swallowed his saliva vigorously for a while, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's very similar, but I paint ink paintings, and if you change, can't you also change into ink......?

The beautiful woman stood up and walked back behind the tent. After a while, the female ghost came out, threw the portrait in front of the scholar, and said, "Don't you want me to be exactly the same? I have become a little different? This is a beautiful woman after all, isn't it? You blame me instead!"

The scholar was a little embarrassed by her, scratched his head, and said curtly: "I thought it was ...... I've made that mood very clear. ”

The female ghost rolled her eyes, flattened her mouth, and said, "What artistic conception? Where is it? I can't see it, I don't understand." ”

The scholar was robbed by her for a while, and he was so choked that he couldn't speak. He sat in silence for a while, put away all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, and began to pack up.

The female ghost said, "What are you doing?"

The scholar said, "I'm going to visit the world's famous painters and ask them how to paint exactly like real people." I'll come back here when I'm done, and when the time comes, I'll make sure you see it. ”

The scholar left overnight. The female ghost stood still and watched him walk down the road.

He never looked back.

This is where the story comes to an abrupt end.