He was under the tree opposite the peddler, and he beckoned: "Hey, you, bring me a bowl - bring it to me!"

The peddler listened to him, looked at him again, and frowned again: "Come by yourself." ”

and ignored him.

It turned out to be a very grumpy.

The few people around him all knew his identity. Seeing that the new peddler did not know his identity, they all wondered what he would do to teach him a lesson.

But he was surprised to find that Li Yunxin had no choice but to smile temperedly and never speak again. Then he lifted the pen and spread out the paper on the table......

He made a "Shangyuan Map" - a freehand painting of Shangyuan Festival, young boys and girls putting river lanterns at the water's edge.

At this time, the afterglow of the sunset is almost disappearing in the sky, and the shops have come out to hold the lights.

Li Yunxin threw away the pen, stood up, pinched the ink with two fingers, walked to the river, and stood still.

Then he raised his voice and said: "Whoever gives me a bowl of sour soup to eat, I'll make a trick, okay?"

Hearing this, those servants of the big families who had been waiting for the opportunity immediately went to the vendor's stall and grabbed a bowl of sour soup and sent it to Li Yunxin at a trot.

Li Yunxin took a bowl at random, tilted his head, and ate it all in one go, then picked up the painting with one hand and slowly pasted the bowl on the painting with the other.

I put it on, and then press it inside—it was as if there was a bottomless pit in the painting, sucking the porcelain bowl in!

When everyone saw this hand, they were dumbfounded.

The peddler also saw this, was stunned for a moment, and then shouted, "How did you lose my bowl?"

There were people in the crowd who were impatient: "A broken bowl, this son will make it up to you later!"

So the peddler was silent, and he stepped forward to watch Li Yunxin's trick intently.

Li Yunxin held the painting in both hands and showed it back and forth—those with close eyes exclaimed.

The bowl just now appears in the painting!

In the painting, the boys and girls put lotus lanterns by the river, but now among the lotus lanterns in the water, there is a colorful porcelain bowl, which is particularly eye-catching!

Seeing this hand, everyone cheered loudly, thinking it was wonderful!

But I heard Li Yunxin smile again: "I confessed that I ate my friend's sour soup - the grace of dripping water, and I want to repay it with a spring." Now, I'm here to treat you to eat. ”

After speaking, I shook the painting, and there was a loud bang.

The crowd hurriedly looked to the ground in front of him to see if they would magically conjure up another bowl. But after looking at it for a long time, there was nothing. When he was slightly disappointed, he pointed to the willow river behind Li Yunxin with sharp eyes: "Take a look!"

The sky was already dark, and it was dark in the willow river.

But in this bleak river...... A lit lotus lantern floated down the river.

First one, then two, three, four......

In just two or three breaths, the willow river has been lit up by countless pink lotus lamps that emit a soft shimmer. The willow river became beautiful in such an evening - the soft light reflected the water and the sky, and also reflected the faces of the people by the river.

People were first shocked by this sudden beauty, and then by Li Yunxin's methods - isn't this exactly the scene in his painting?!

After being extremely surprised, he remembered that Li Yunxin had pressed a bowl into the river before, and remembered that he also said that he would invite someone to eat sour soup. So I hurriedly looked into the darkness of the river - and I really saw bowls of steaming sour soup floating among the lotus lanterns!

A man walked to the river and cautiously reached for it - a vision.

But it was really caught.

I tasted it again in the eyes of everyone, and after being slightly stunned, my face was full of surprise: "It's true!!"

Everyone has eaten sour soup. But this is the sour soup that floats in the river and is conjured up by people...... No one has ever eaten it!

Then they flocked to the river to fish for the porcelain bowl.

Even the vendor who sold sour soup ran over when he saw it, intending to eat a bowl to take advantage of it - he scooped up all the bowls, and he was not afraid of breaking the bowl in the future!

The old beggar squinted at the soft light by the river, but he didn't dare to follow it.

Li Yunxin stood under the willow tree, watching those people run down the river embankment with his back hand, his side face was illuminated by the candlelight. He watched for a moment as the men scrambled, sighed slightly, and walked over to the old beggar who was sitting under another tree.

He handed him the painting in his hand: "You take it." But this is not something you can take. Someone will come and buy from you in a while, and you can buy as much as you want. ”

The old beggar had barely seen what he had been doing, and he recognized his voice. So he was surprised and panicked, and didn't dare to answer: "Ah...... Ah, immortals, you ......"

"Where is the immortal, it's just a trick. He shoved the painting into the old beggar's hand, not caring if it was crumpled. Squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the people under the embankment, "It's all like this." They are all visible and easy to see. A bowl of sour soup, a little money, a little power. Something else...... I can't even bother to look at it. But I like you. You know what you want and why you live. ”

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the old beggar again.

The beggar sat down on the ground at this time, trying to smooth out the crumpled piece of paper that had been crumpled by Li Yunxin. But he couldn't see clearly, and his movements were insignificant—some of the people who were staring at the painting in the shadows on the side trembled at the sight...... Don't break that painting!

Li Yunxin smiled and slowly walked behind him.

Holding his shoulders with both hands, he suddenly whispered in his ear, "What else is there to worry about in this world?"

The old beggar was stunned for a while, and then said, "...... Ahh......h I'm alone. ”

Li Yunxin asked again: "Are you tired of this world?"

The old man was still stunned for a moment before he said, "...... Alas. It's enough to live. Just wait for God to accept me one day. ”

Li Yunxin straightened his waist and asked again: "What about people's hearts?"

The old man was silent for a longer time before he said, "O human heart...... The human heart is sinister. But...... There's always something good about it. ”

Li Yunxin smiled slightly in the lights of the river. Then he let out a sigh of relief, untied the old beggar's loose and unkempt bun, and slowly combed it with ten slender and slender fingers.

And in such an evening, in the lamplight, while combing his hair, he whispered a poem.

"Heavenly Bai Yujing.

Twelfth floor and five cities.

The immortal stroked my top.

Hair is immortalized. ”

After reading these four poems, he has combed a bun for this old way.

The old beggar didn't know why, and he didn't dare to move. And Li Yunxin looked at his gray hair and was silent for a while......

Ask him-

"I wish I had eternal life. ”

The sound was very soft and low. But the old man caught this sentence in the warm night breeze and in the human voice.

After a moment of sluggishness, the beggar blessed his heart and said in a trembling voice, "I would like to ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Yunxin lifted him up, pushed him on the back, and pushed him into an alley: "Then this painting is your fortune - think about it, do you want to sell it!"

After saying this, he shook his sleeves and strode away from Nagato Street like the wind.