'It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, it's divergent, it's safe today, there will be times when the wind and waves will break, and the clouds and sails will sail into the sea,' Yu Zhen repeated a few words in his heart, but he couldn't find the mood of just coming here, except for bitterness, it was bitterness. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't send it again, there will be a period later. ”

Compared with the bleak scene when the Taoist priest left, when the Yu imperial official left, the people who saw him off were black and oppressive, enough to line up for ten miles, Han Miao Yao Li both, and the mouth was still chanting reluctant words from time to time, and the sound wave was higher than the wave, but the will of the capital has arrived, the successor is coming, and the Yu imperial official is going to return to Beijing.

"May the sea be clarified, the sky is high and the clouds are wide, the land of Xiangxi, there is no longer the yin atmosphere of evil sacrifices, and drive-" Yu Zhen is alone, a single sword, a horse, four hooves stepped over, stepped on the layers of grass, splashed muddy water, and greeted the fragrance of flowers.

From Xiangxi to Jingshi, with the speed of horses, even if it is day and night, it will take nearly a month, Yu Zhen hurried for seven days and came to a boundary called Acacia River.

In the legend, there was a loving couple living here, the husband lived at the head of the river, the wife was at the end of the river, because there was a pig and a dragon in the river, they were not allowed to meet all the year round, and finally the husband and wife were lovesick and fell ill, and died of illness by the river, the queen mother took pity on her infatuation, and sent the heavenly soldiers to collect this monster, so that the souls of the husband and wife can meet here once a year, and at the turn of autumn and winter, the river is frozen, and the rainbow bridge is on the bridge, it is the period of meeting.

When Yu Zhen arrived here, the sky was dark, the twilight was vast, the cold wind was blowing, it was not a good time to hurry, so he tied the horses, lit a fire, looked up at the night, the fire dispelled the chill on his body, inexplicably, could not dispel the sadness in his heart.

It was almost the second half of the night, just when he was a little sleepy, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the sword on his waist popped out half a foot, as if he sensed something.

"Isn't it a wild wolf or a big worm?" Yu Zhen thought to himself, he was a master of art and boldness, he was not afraid of these wild beasts, he walked in the direction of the source of the sound with his sword, and only walked a hundred steps, with the help of the dim sky, in front of an old tree, he saw a blurred black shadow.

"I'm a ghost, aren't you afraid of me?" said the dark shadow with compassion.

"People are undead ghosts, and ghosts are dead people, what's so terrible?" Yu Zhen said calmly.

"I'll eat you, from head to toe, without any flesh left, aren't you afraid?"

"If you eat me, I won't be like you, but I will be afraid. ”

"Very good, very good, have the guts, in that case, I will take you to meet the big ghost here, and at that time, see if you can still laugh," the black shadow smiled strangely, leaned over, and walked back step by step, Yu Zhen only muttered for a moment, and then followed, his thoughts were clear, he was not afraid of ghosts, and he also wanted to see what the purpose of this ghost thing was.

As you walk, a vast white mist grows on the Acacia River, and the trees on both sides gradually wither, and the yellow leaves wither, a bleak scene.

Halfway through, the black shadow disappeared into the white mist, Yu Zhen frowned, the other party led him here, what did he want to do?

There was a sudden 'bang' sound in the distance, and through the fog, Yu Zhen could vaguely see that there was a woman in a raccoon dress by the Acacia River, washing a bloody mess, and that back - so familiar?!

Yu Zhen's face changed greatly, and he strode forward: "Nian slave!"

The woman in the raccoon clothes turned around, isn't it the lively and lovely Miao girl, when she saw the other party, her eyes were crooked like a crescent moon, "Husband of the Han family!"

The two reunited in life and death, lovesickness is rare, the excitement of which is needless to mention, for a long time, Nian slave said the beginning and the end, originally from after her death, because of a long time unwilling to reincarnate, wandering on the bank of the River Styx, one day happened to be met by the Meng Po, pity Qihan, take it with you, accepted as a maid, and washed the purple river car on the bridge, I don't know how long it took, only to know that there was a big change in the underworld, and this had the opportunity to come out.

"Mother-in-law really didn't lie to Niannu, she really saw the husband of the Han family again, so that Anu would no longer have any worries in her heart, and she could be reincarnated with peace of mind. Niannu leaned on the other's shoulder and muttered.

Yu Zhen's eyes were very sour for some reason, and he said for a long time: "I, I can't bear you." ”

Nian Nu suddenly blew up, attached to his ear, and whispered: "Anu quietly told her husband a secret, my mother-in-law told me that my reincarnation has a red mole on the wrist three inches, if you meet her, your husband must be very good to her, like the kind of good to Anu......"

The mist was misty, the water vapor was curling, but the beautiful woman was gone, Yu Zhen sighed sadly, step by step, and finally disappeared into the fog.

And by the river, two figures, an old man and a young man, reappeared, in addition to Nian Nu, there was also an old woman, it was the black shadow just now, the old hand touched the other party's head, and said lovingly: "Is this good? Your reincarnation is not the woman with a red mole." ”

"Didn't my mother-in-law say that the marriage of the Han family Langjun should be on that woman's body, I have a fate with him in this life, and I can't get good results if I force it," although it is said that ghosts can't shed tears, but sometimes, laughing is more uncomfortable than crying.

"Do you really want to?"

"I learned poetry from Han Jialangjun, and one of them is my favorite. ”

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win and there are countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can they be there, morning and twilight? ”

This is a house in the west city of Beijing, the yard is not big, but the layout is very exquisite, some of the style of the Jiangnan Forest Garden, an ink pool in the garden is the most eye-catching, there are several acres of large, all are filled with ink, this pond was originally used to raise some fish and shrimp, but it has been used to wash the pen for a long time, it has become like this.

This is also known as the first painter of this dynasty, Zhao Duanyang's home.

This Zhao Duanyang is also a genius, three years old can write, but twenty-five, then a first and first, all the way smoothly, but less than three years, then on the seal resignation, affection and brushes, landscapes, birds and fish, people, all specialized, especially good at God, according to legend he once painted a group of ducks in the south lake of the capital to fight for fish picture, the day of the picture, the fish in the painting is gone, I don't know which wild duck to swallow, people think it is strange, since then the fame is prosperous.

The door was pushed open, and Du Shu walked out with dark circles under his eyes, looking weak, as if he hadn't slept well for many days; Zhao Duanyang, who was sitting in the pavilion enjoying the scenery, saw this, and immediately smiled and said, "Brother Du's skills have become great?"

"Compared with Brother Zhao, it's still far behind. ”

There is a way that things gather by like, people are divided by groups, and weirdos are naturally good friends with weirdos, although Zhao Duanyang and Du Shuduan have not met much, they are best friends in their lives, but one focuses on writing, and the other is better than painting, but I don't know what the reason is, half a year ago, Du Shuduan came directly to the door and opened his mouth to learn to paint.

"In the past few months, I have handed over the foundation of painting to you, and it depends on your understanding where you can go next," Zhao Duanyang asked again: "For three days and three nights, you stayed in the room and closed the door, what did you paint?"

As soon as he mentioned this, Du Shudu's eyes lit up, his energy was full of energy, and his exhaustion seemed to be swept away, so he hurriedly pulled Zhao Duanyang to the room, and said, "Brother Zhao, you can help me see, where is there room for improvement." ”

"It turns out that Brother Du painted a beauty," Zhao Duanyang looked at the unfinished one hanging on the wall, and suddenly laughed: "But I don't know, which confidante of Brother Du is this?"

Du Shudu scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "I don't know if the painting is like it, but in my heart, Ah Yan should be what it looks like in the painting." ”

If Daoist Li was here, his eyes would have fallen, and the gentle woman with her hair hanging down her shoulders in the painting was eighty percent similar to the book demon he had seen, and the two should have never seen it once.

Is there really a heart and a soul in the world?

"There are still some flaws in the skills, but it doesn't matter, the key is that you have already obtained it, this is the best part......" Zhao Duanyang praised it vigorously, and said that Du Shudu is really talented in this area, as long as he practices hard for a few more years, he may not be able to compare with him.

After the two left, the woman in the painting suddenly blinked and smiled. (To be continued.) )