Chapter 190 Thirty-Nine: The Swallow Fish

In the Lingshu Hall, the human figure condensed from smoke wandered for a moment, then quietly disappeared, and did not leave the crane head copper furnace. Ling Zhu held the hexagram for a long time, but never saw Chang'en appear again. This was really strange. There was no mistake in the sacrifice, and the book god also received the sutra, but refused to give up Ling's response. Ling Zhu glanced at Chang'en, who was wearing a red scarf on the divine stage, put down his magic weapon, and shook his head.

"The God of Books went to Xiyi Mountain a few days ago and wanted to go to the God Court to report his duties. Perhaps because the God of Books was far away, the God of Books could not sense the sacrifice..."

"But the God of Books had already shown signs of spirit just now." Song Xiang hesitated and looked at the crane-headed bronze furnace, knowing that most of the words of Lingzhu were excuses, "If you continue to sacrifice, can the God of Books receive the induction?"

Ling Zhu pondered for a while, nodded and said, "It is possible naturally."

"Then please ask Zhang Lingzhu to continue to preside over the sacrifice. The disaster of this demon insect is a big deal, and there is no problem."

Song Xiang gave a few instructions and left the Lingshu Hall, intending to see the situation of the Youyi Envoy from the Capital.

When he walked through several bookstores and approached Shiming Pavilion, he saw Li Xikun waiting outside the pavilion. He couldn't help but frown. He asked Li Xikun to leave a guide to Li Dan, not only to find out what the envoy of the Youyi Envoy in the capital had found, but also had some indescribable thoughts. If Li Dan could be delayed for a while, he would naturally understand the case when the God of Books appeared. Unfortunately, although Li Xikun had some literary talent, his brain was too incompetent.

"Why did you come out?"

"Li Youyi wants to investigate the case alone, so I am here to wait."

"Lantai is a major library. Even if Li Youyi is good at checking monsters, he is not familiar with the arrangements in the book pavilion. If there is any problem, can you afford it?" Song Xiang pointed at Li Xikun and blamed him for a few words, and walked to the window to search for Li Dan's traces.

Just a glance, he stared at the bookshelf in the north of the Pavilion, and his eyes were fixed. The Youyi Envoy of the Capital was sitting cross-legged under the bookshelf, motionless. He said he was here to check the monsters, but he looked quieter than retreating and practicing. He was covered in the water spirit light, and he didn't know what he was doing. Song Xiang looked at it for a while and wanted to enter the Pavilion to ask. The music of sacrifice came from the Lingshu Hall. He left a sentence, making Li Xikun look down on Li Dan and left hurriedly.

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In the Lingshu Hall, the golden cups and jade fights were heard, and the "Zhengling" was played among the twelve elegant music of the Dayong Kingdom. The officials were dressed neatly and expressed their gods in their melodious texts, which was a grand atmosphere.

Li Chan swam in the vast sea with the long whale, and her words were hit by huge waves. Some turned into wind and clouds and flew upwards, while others turned into fish and turtles, making the color of the black sea gradually become clearer during the day.

"Interesting." Li Chan grabbed the whale fin tightly and laughed. At this moment, the sentence "Fernishing like a carp" flew over.

He freed up his hand and started with the word "carp" and turned into a lively green scale.

Qinglin struggled a few times, fled into the water, and the fish tail swung vigorously, stirring up a tiny wave, and suddenly left.

The waves faced Li Chan's face, and countless words were reflected in his green eyes.

He caught a glimpse of the word "bright moon" in it, and suddenly had the idea of ​​embracing the moon into his arms, and reached out to catch the word "moon".

Unfortunately, the word Moon is really slippery. It only passes through the fingertips and falls into the water. Li Chan feels a little regretful, fiddling with the waves of water, trying to find the word Moon again, but immediately sees the four words "Silver toad to get on".

Just as I was about to catch it, I saw words such as "Yu Lun" and "Chanjuan" gathered next to it.

After looking at it again, it turned out that there were countless words, words, and sentences written on the month, circulating ahead.

The sea tide also became surging at this time, as if something extraordinary was about to emerge. At this moment, the giant whale let out a long sound, resounding through the sky, and then jumped into the sky again.

Li Chan climbed on the whale's back, her clothes roared, her hair danced, and she looked down. Wow! A bright moon floated up.

Countless sea water poured down along the white jade-like full moon surface, without a drop of adhesion.

The bright moon flew into the air, almost next to Li Chan. Under this celestial phenomenon, the long whale was shaped like a candle. Li Chan reached out to touch the moon, but the moon looked so close that it was so close that it touched the sky, and could only cross the moon in the sky with the endless whale song.

I thought the long whale was going to enter the sea again, but in the blink of an eye, the moon was rising, and the world was changing below.

The long whale crosses the forest, the mountain fields, and the rivers. There are countless mountains ahead of them rising from the ground, completely reaching the sky, with a color as red copper.

Li Chan blinked her eyes, and the word "Kunwu" reflected in her pupils.

Without waiting for him to take a closer look, the long whale faced the mountain without dodging or avoiding it, and directly hit it!

Boom! The sky and the earth are shaking, the whale body cracks, and rocks are flying!

Li Chan finally failed to grasp the whale fins anymore. He fell into the air with the rocks. The scene of the sky and the earth shattered in the blue eyes, but the two words "whale and salamander" were scattered, combined with the mountains and turned into the word "Kun".

The giant Kun broke through the mountain, waved his tail again, and produced huge wings thousands of miles, making a loud and long cry.

Li Chan fell into the pile of rocks, watching Kunpeng leave and turn into black dots the size of ant in the sky. Looking back, he was already on the cliff, looking down, and you could see the city on earth. When you looked into the mountains, you could see the towering ancient trees and rugged rocks.

He walked into the forest, passed through lush grass and trees, sharp bamboo leaves, and thorny vines brushed across his cheeks and body without leaving any scars. He pushed apart the branches that covered his eyes, picked a thorny fruit, bit it open, and tasted the sour taste with the tip of his tongue. He thought to himself that the world in this book is quite similar to his painting environment.

It seemed as if his action of picking fruits alarmed the beasts hidden in the plants and trees. A tiger roar sounded from afar. With the rustling sound, white deer jumped out of the bush like beans, and ran over to wipe Li Chan's clothes.

Li Chan staggered for a moment, so she rode on the back of a deer, hugged the deer's neck, and followed the deer into the mountain.

His palm touched the softness of the deer hair, and he could feel the body temperature of the white deer and even detect its blood flow.

He just walked through the vines and flowers. Although the tiger chasing behind the deer did not show up, the sound of giant trees breaking. It was obviously not an ordinary beast. The deer fled in panic, and occasionally fell, and then rolled over and never stopped. They escaped from the forest and crawled out of a valley. There was a clear stream in front of them. The deer stepped on the splashes of water and passed through the clear stream. When they reached the other side, they stopped at the same time and stopped escaping.

There were a few brave white deer who turned around and bowed their heads to drink water without panic.

Li Chan looked back and saw a three-meter-high white tiger jumping out from behind the valley. The white tiger stared at the deer for a while, but never dared to cross the Qingxi River. He roared unwillingly and fled into the forest.

The deer group was no longer panicked when they saw the white tiger. Li Chan touched the white deer that brought him over, walked towards the bamboo forest behind the stream, and heard a faint sound of piano.

Li Chan followed the sound of the piano and walked through the bamboo forest, and saw a cliff hidden by green bamboos.

There is a monkey under the cliff, with white hair and barefoots and ugly appearance, but she is stroking a paulownia guqin, with rough fingers flying between the strings.

Seeing Li Chan, the white ape let go of the strings of the piano, "Why did the coming disturb the quietness?"

Li Chan stopped in front of the bamboo, "If I really had peace, why would I be easily disturbed?"

The white ape frowned, looking even more fierce, "This is not the place outsiders should come, please go back!"

Li Chan smiled and said, "It's not a way to treat guests when they meet."

"You can be a guest at your feet." The white ape grinned and stood up. The weak body under the fur quickly swelled. In an instant, it was higher than the cliff, and its back was against the rocks. With a slight movement, a piece of rock fell. The guqin also turned into a huge paulownia wood and was carried in its hand. "I will pass Zhu's level first!"

The white ape's muscles were raised, and huge trees swept across the board. The erect green bamboos fell down one after another and were plowed into the plain. It looked at the flying green bamboo leaves and dust and sneered.

At the same time, a laugh sounded. It turned its head and saw the young man standing at the top of the paulownia wood and looked over leisurely.

The white ape's pupils shrank and roared hard, causing a wave of sound. The leaves fell and the birds flew in the distance. It strode forward, reached out and grabbed it, and the air squeezed out between its palms made a loud noise, but the young man fell on the back of its hand at some point.

The white ape was extremely angry and swept his arms. The earth and rocks were as weak as water under the huge force, and were squeezed out of waves!

The young man's body was also thrown into the air! The white ape roared and waved his palm and grabbed it, seeing that he had nowhere to escape.

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In Shiming Pavilion, Li Chan sat cross-legged. Apart from the crackling sound of the lamp lines, the sound of snow falling, and the music of sacrifice, there was also a sound of flipping books around her.

His eyebrows moved slightly, and on the bookshelf on the west side, an ancient book seemed to be opened by the wind. When he turned to more than ten pages, he stopped abruptly. The words on the page reflected the lights: "The duck and the urinary slut, and there are soldiers when they see each other. The same is true, and the truth is not false..."

Puff, with a slight sound, the word "Zhu Yan" on the paper was pierced by the flowing energy of heaven and earth.

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Under the cliff, the white ape's giant claws just grabbed the young man, and in a moment, its body suddenly disappeared.

Li Chan fell down, and the scenery around her changed rapidly.

When he stepped on the ground, it was late at night, the moon was in the sky, and a thatched cottage was built on the edge of the cliff.

There was a candlelight hidden in the hut, and a sound of reading a poem came from: "Worship in front of Doushan, the clouds and mist are deep, and here is a short distance from the world. Don't dare to speak loudly when reading, for fear of sending wind and thunder to shock the world."

Li Chan walked over with the moonlight.

In the room, an old man in white clothes and white hair looked at the green lamp at the table. When he saw Li Chan, he stood up to greet him and smiled and said, "I really can't stop my husband. I was really offended just now. Please take a seat. I will prepare some wine and food to apologize to you."

Li Chan took her seat, the furnishings in the hut were simple, and there were straw coats, medicine hoes and other items hanging on the walls, which were almost penniless. He smiled and said, "There is wine and food in this room?"

The old man in Mai smiled, "Of course, there is, the man thinks that 'Pine leaves are worthy of wine, how much is brewed in spring'?"

"The Xuanmen calls pine needles as food for immortals and medicine for immortality. If you don't talk about how the wine tastes, you will have fairy energy." Li Chan smiled, "But it's cold today, 'Winds put forward the fairy wine and poured it into the cold furnace and the charcoal was just red', this sentence is also good."

"This is the Xuandu Fairy Wine written by Hong Daoqian back then. It seems that Langjun is also a person who is good at wine and books."

The old man in Mai was happy and opened the yellow scroll.

In Shiming Pavilion, the sentence "The wheelbarrow brings up the fairy wine, pours into the cold furnace and charcoal is just red" in a certain collection of poems disappears, leaving only a hole like a erosion.

Aside the wooden table in the thatched cottage, there was a furnace of hot wine boiling on the charcoal.

The old man in Mayi then turned on the sentence "Try the spring plate of bean curds with bean curds", and some vegetables were added on the table.

"Does your husband eat fish?"

"Of course."

"Wangjun thinks, which one is more delicious, 'Golden Plate Carp' or 'Drink Liquor Dickfish'?"

“The latter is better.”

"I and my husband have a similar view." The old man in Mayi looked through the yellow scroll in his hand and shook his head again, "Although this poem is good, the transcription of the characters is a bit worse."

After saying that, he discussed it with Li Chan and caught the fish in the sentence "The white bird carries a fish to the rock".

The two of them talked about mountain springs and wild vegetables. After a while, the wine and food on the table gradually became richer. Half the fish was eaten, the old man in Mai sniffed a sip of wine, and then looked for it. Suddenly, he smiled and picked out the words "fried cherry beads, steamed lambs with apricot and cheese", and praised: "Okay, okay, this word was copied by Yin Ruhui. If the literati of the dynasty was about knowledge, he would be the first person. These words must be very delicious." As he said that, he served a plate of delicacies on the table.

Li Chan smiled and said, "You have lived here for a long time and must be familiar with the literati in the world."

"I am ashamed, I only understand the articles and poems of all dynasties." The old man in Mai smiled, but his expression was not ashamed.

After tasting the fried honey of cherry beads, steamed lamb with apricot and cheese, the old man in Maiyi sighed again: "In fact, famous literati have many chapters and sentences passed down from generation to generation, but even the same wine and dishes are delicious, they will easily get tired of eating too much. However, some literati, although their reputation is not obvious, their literary talent is not inferior at all. However, their luck is not good, and they are not famous in the world. However, the words they left are even more rare, and they have a unique flavor." There is a hidden melancholy in their words.

Li Chan nodded and said, "For example, Liu Zeying's "Dongling Zhi" and Sun Meiyi's "Twelve Continents" are all rare and good articles. The author was unknown during his lifetime and was known only after his death."

The old man Mai said: "These two books are very remote, but Lang Jun even knows the author's life so clearly. He is really well-read."

"I just prefer strange and mysterious ambitions, and most of the things I read are rare." Li Chan smiled slightly, "Speaking of this, I also read a book called "Zhitian Ji", which is also a good book. When I read the capital, I will have a prosperous atmosphere, and when I live in seclusion outside the world, I will be transcendent."

The old man Mayi's eyes lit up, "Oh, do you know this book?"

"I read it." Li Chan picked up a chopstick of fish and ate it, and took another sip of wine. "This Zhitian Taoist is amazing. Unfortunately, he was burdened by party struggles when he was young and was depressed and unsuccessful. Otherwise, he should have achieved success and made famous throughout the world."

The old man in Mayi nodded repeatedly and smiled. Li Chan said again: "But it is also the darkness of willows and flowers. The Taoist Zhitian was not successful in the temple, so he sent love to the world, leaving behind many articles and poems."

"Okay, okay, my husband is indeed a person who knows the goods." The old man in Mai laughed and drank three cups. "Xie Zhitian lived in seclusion on Doushan Mountain, and was determined to seek the truth. In the end, he fasted for forty-nine days, sat in front of the book at night and chased the moon. He was also a strange person! Unfortunately, this person does not like to interact with others. Although he has beautiful articles left in the world, he still has no reputation. To be honest, I love the last articles of picking zhi and hoeing the fields in "Zhitian Ji". This Chinese meaning is out of the world, which shows that he has seen through the fame and fortune."

Li Chan chewed the spring bamboo shoots and smiled, facing the earnest gaze of the old man in Mayi, he did not answer.

The old man in Mayi frowned: "My husband thinks I'm wrong?"

"The Shibata Ji is indeed a good book, but it is not as floating as my father-in-law said. The article in the second half is a bit desolate. Although it talks about the way of transcendence, it is a bit depressed."

The old man Mayi looked a little bad, but he calmly asked, "Why do you say this?"

Li Chan said: "This man seeks immortality and asks about Taoism, not because he has seen through the world, but because he is a helpless act of not being able to succeed. Although he lives in seclusion, he often sighs that there is no wisdom in the world and it is hard to find Bole. He always has the idea of ​​entering the world. Moreover, he has been seeking Taoism for more than ten years but has not been able to cultivate Taoism, and has only learned some other magic. In the end, he was in a famine for forty-nine days, and he had to rely on this method to survive the years. Unfortunately, he starved to death in front of the book instead of chasing the moon."

He paused and looked at the old man in Mai.
Chapter completed!