After a while, Lu Yun wrote and painted, and a painting of ink was completed. He took it to his own donkey and asked, "What do you think?"
Let's see, something in the paper in Lu Yun's hand kept wandering, because it had no choice but to spin in this inch of paper without Lu Yun's permission.
Seeing this, the donkey still lit its big head.
Seeing this, Lu Yun knew that when he had a messenger, he had to start writing a copy of the letter.
Fortunately, when I was a child in my previous life, I was asked to learn calligraphy to master the strength on my wrist.
For this reason, Lu Yun was able to write good calligraphy with a good handwriting after laying a foundation since childhood. He immediately held the pen in his right hand, took out a new paper, and started writing in a slew-like manner.
After drying the handwriting, I saw that the letter had been written and the handwriting was quite neat, so I asked, "There are all messengers and letters, what should I do next?"
Seeing this, the donkey shook his head and shouted for a long time, but Lu Yun could not see what the donkey was gesturing.
At this moment, Lu Yun secretly felt helpless: "Oh... I'm also blamed me. Miaoran's realm of painting is not enough, otherwise it would be necessary to draw a monkey just like this. Not to mention his little city god, even the underworld's Yama can be detained!"
Perhaps because of the long gesture, the donkey was helpless, and it bit the two pieces of paper in Lu Yun's hand with its mouth.
Seeing this, Lu Yun was surprised, but he also spread the paper as the donkey's wishes.
Look at the donkey again, holding two papers in his mouth, kicking four hooves, running wildly, and then disappearing into the valley in a blink of an eye!
The woman beside her stared at each other, staring at each other, muttering for a long time, but she didn't understand what the person in front of her was.
But she didn't dare to speculate on herself, so she could only say in her heart: "The immortals are really unfathomable in their work!"
Lu Yun took out the spare paper from his sleeve, looked at the woman and said slowly, "You're hungry, I just happened to want to eat something..."
Another place is Lanchuan Town, which is called Lanchuan, which means that the sea embraces all rivers.
Although the name is grand, it is just a small town with tens of thousands of people.
I saw a jingle sound in the backyard of the blacksmith shop facing the street.
At this moment, a charcoal furnace was set up in the yard, and it was in full swing!
The old and the young, sweating profusely with their upper body naked, the elderly had a strong back and waist, and their limbs were strong.
The boy next to him was fifteen or sixteen years old. Although he had not yet grown up, it was not difficult to see that he was a strong body and was an expert in working.
I saw the young man standing next to the ox horn anvil with tongs in his hand and holding a red iron block.
The big man on the side raised the hammer in his hand and was hitting it with a hammer.
If a hammer hits, the metal and iron sing, and the iron blocks on the ox horn anvil will splash Mars everywhere!
Seeing this, the young man said carefully: "Dad, why don't you slow down? Your hammer is too harsh, I'm a little scared!"
"Boy, what do you know? This iron-killing technique is about being fast and fierce. You're ready!"
After saying that, the man had another powerful and powerful blow, which made the young man beside him frightened, fearing that his father would miss his hand and hit him in the hand.
Immediately afterwards, the old blacksmith raised the hammer again, just overturning his head, and when he was about to smash it...
Bang!
With a crisp sound, a big black donkey stepped through the courtyard gate and rushed straight into it!
This time, the blacksmith was so shocked that his chest was scattered, and his hands were unstable, and he immediately shouted: "Son, hide quickly!"
With a loud bang, a hammer was thrown straight at the place where the young man was standing.
Look, the young man hiding aside looked at the place where he had stood with fear on his face. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been in a head long ago and he would not have died again!
After looking again, the culprit was the big black donkey carrying only a basket!
Seeing this, the young man was so angry that he didn't beat him. He picked up the iron pliers in his hand, ran towards the black donkey, and cursed: "You beast, you dare to come here to act wildly, so I almost returned to the west. I don't want to beat you to death!"
He was about to take action, but before he could react, he saw the black donkey turning his head and butt to the person, and his back hooves were raised...
Use a back kick!
This stumbled back quickly and accurately. The young man felt ache in his chest and abdomen, and he groaned and flew back several meters away. He lay on the ground and moaned for a long time and couldn't get up.
Seeing this, the old blacksmith rushed to see how his child was. He was not interested in dealing with the donkey now. Whoever was angry with a beast was fine, and he had to find the master behind the donkey.
I saw that the donkey came to the charcoal stove calmly, raised his head and sent two pieces of paper from his mouth into the stove.
The charcoal furnace has extremely high temperature and is soluble in iron. Even if the objects painted by Lu Yun are difficult to invade, water and fire, they are only difficult to invade, not invade.
When it reached a certain level, it still could not stand the scorching of the iron-dissolved fire. The painted painting slowly burned and turned into ashes before long.
Seeing this, the donkey was satisfied and turned his head to look at the young man who had been helped up.
Seeing his cursing look, he called out twice, smiled with a big mouth, and then left.
Seeing that this disgusting donkey was about to escape, the young man chased after him regardless of the pain in his chest and abdomen, shouted, "Don't run away, I'm going to peel you off!"
Judging from his vitality, it seems that the donkey also knows how to behave, but it only made the boy suffer a little bit of flesh and blood, and did not really exert force.
When the young man chased out of the yard and looked at the street, there were endless pedestrians passing by, but there was no trace of the black donkey. He felt unwilling to accept his heart and his teeth were clattering.
The other end...
The night is gloomy and the mist covers the faint path with long shadows.
But when I look at this road, I don’t know the direction, I don’t know the earth’s boundaries, and the thick fog is everywhere. I look up at the sky, and the clouds cover the cold moonlight.
On the winding path, a white lantern appeared faintly, looming, making people look down on it.
This lantern wanders on the path, the candlelight and light and darkness seem to be teasing, instantly capturing the figures that appear and disappear from time to time with a light and light method, making people feel sad and cold.
After a closer look, there was a team of 100 people. One person in front was wearing a soapy dress and a white face as if it were paper. He held a lamp in his hand and led the way in front with the other hand.
There was another person behind him, who was dressed as if he was dressed as an official. He was wearing an iron chain in his hand, and there were a series of people behind the iron chain, at least more than a hundred.
These people who were locked and taken were colorful in their clothes. When you look at them from a distance, you can find that there was no blood-colored lifelessness on everyone's faces.
Among the hundreds of people, there was the unwilling person who made a cries, which were whispering and twists and turns, like a long tone of a night cat in heat.
Listen with your ears, floating, like crying and complaining, and seeping into every pore through the cold night fog.
The man who was so shocked that he turned his head and shouted to everyone behind him: "It's okay, why are you crying and howling? Tell you that you will not be a man in the sun when you step on this underworld road. You will be slapping again. Be careful of the stick in my hand!"
Seeing this, Yin Chou, who was leading the way, slowed down and walked side by side: "Old Xu, why bother getting angry? Didn't you and I come here like this?"
The man named Lao Xu shook his head helplessly: "It's just my fault in my family that makes me angry. These dead souls are upset and can't help it."
"Oh! What happened?"
"Some time ago, I asked a dream to a prodigal son who was not good at doing well in the world, and told him that my paper horse was broken and he asked him to burn another one for me.
Chapter completed!