MTL - New Times, New Hell-Chapter 93 Painter

After coming out of the clubhouse, Yu Zhengdu and Shangyu took a taxi back to the hotel.

The hotel they live in is arranged by the organizer according to the standards of the guests, because both of them are male, and the organizer has set a standard room for two people.

A lot of things happened on this day. After returning to the hotel, Yu Zhengdu went straight to the bed and refused to get up. When he saw it, he did not propose to go out to eat. Instead, he took out his mobile phone and began to order the takeaway.

He is skilled at opening out the red-bag sharing group of the subsidiary programmers. One by one, the link points to grab the red envelope, and then open the take-away software. After ordering the good things, select the largest red envelope available, and then successfully send the new red envelope link to the order. On the group.

A set of operations, it is really flowing, smooth and distressing.

... I can't see a collection of styles that I should have.

I saw the whole process of the metaphor and could not help but laugh. I remembered what the Shangyu said when I was at the clubhouse. I was slightly addicted and asked: "Boss, what are the Song Dynasty things in your hands, are your own family?"

"Well, I used it before." Shangyu seems to be speechless. "It was not a good thing at the time, but it was a long time, and it became expensive. People's values ​​are sometimes very strange. ""

"Because people's lives are short-lived, let alone the millennium, even if only a hundred years ago, history is long and long for people. Because they can't see it, they can only trace the source through these old things."

"Maybe." Shang Hao obviously couldn't understand the emotion, but when he saw Yu Zhengdu's serious explanation with him, he seriously thought about it.

"Speaking, you have lived for so many years, there should be a lot of good things." Yu Zhengdu turned over and squatted on the quilt and looked at him brightly. "What Ming Dynasty, Qing Dynasty, can you give me too?" See you."

"No." Shang Hao paused and opened his head sideways. "I have not experienced the dynasty in the back, and there is no such thing at that time."

After a long struggle, Yu’s mind emerged from the legend of Mu Daochang and what he said about Luo Qishan’s ghost king.

Luo Qishan ghost king out of the arrogance, no past life, no reincarnation, born to be able to control the evil spirits.

He should have become the legend of the Three Realms. In fact, in the words that were left in the millennium, it really proves how the Luoqishan Ghost King is very popular, and even there are many people who worship the ghost king.

But it seems that suddenly, the ghost king disappeared, and there is no longer any legend about the ghost king in the world, just as if he had never been born.

On this point, Yu Zhengdu had many speculations before, and he never thought that this would be the answer.

It is no wonder that Shang Yang clearly does not evade mentioning the previous things, and from time to time he will look at the TV dramas of the Song Dynasty background, but never mention any dynasty after the Song Dynasty.

He has not experienced the era of the latter, where is he in this millennium? What are you doing?

Yu Zhengdu looked at Shangyu, Shangyu looked away, leaving only a deep and cold side face, eyes black like a deep pool without bottom, do not know what to think.

After a while, Shang Hao came back to God. Yu Guang noticed Yu Chengdu’s eyes and hesitated. He asked: “Are you interested in the things of the later dynasties?”

"No, I just talked about it." Yu Zhengdu had a lot of questions in his heart, but he didn't ask any more. If he smiled casually, he turned his head. "I am only interested in your family. Can you give me another?" Look at some?"

“There is nothing to look at in the house.” Shang said with a sigh of relief, the emotions were soaringly visible to the naked eye, and when they touched their pockets, they began to smash things out. “But if you want to know, I will show you... ..."

He used Yu Guang to aim at the metaphor, and he inadvertently found a piece of paper: "In fact, I am still okay. I also had a house in Qianliang a thousand years ago..."

"This is the title deed at that time." He handed the piece of paper to Yu, and thought about it, as if he was afraid of the metaphor, he added, "At the time, the beam was the capital, you know, It is equivalent to having a room in the emperor now."

Yu Zhengdu took over the title deed: "..."

The boss is showing off the rich?

Just thinking, Shang Hao handed over the size of an egg. The crystal clear and clear look at the beads that are not the best, and implicitly said: "This is the night pearl, it will shine at night."

Yu is arguing for a moment of heart stalking, and involuntarily produces a faint feeling of hatred and richness... The egg-sized night pearl, even if he is a small ordinary person who has no understanding of gems, knows that this bead is absolutely invaluable.

Shang Xuan's house is not enough, but also dazzle jewelry?

Say good point to take off the simple boss who grabbed the red envelope!

When the metaphor was overtaken by the beads, Shangyu continued: "...this is what I used to embed in the carriage, and the car I used at that time was not bad."

Yu Zhengdu:? ?

No, the boss, you come up with a valuable jewel, and then focus on introducing your car?

Is this the legendary modern version of the 椟 椟? Take a jewelery car?

When he was arguing that he couldn’t figure it out, Shang Hao suddenly looked away and said the last sentence: "And I have no parents."

Ghost King was born from Luoshan Mountain. There is no past life, no reincarnation, and naturally there are no parents.

But what did the boss suddenly say about this?

Yu Zhengdu looked confusedly at the deeds representing the capital of Beijing, representing the night pearls with cars, and then combining the last words of the boss, and then realized.

by!

This is not the best marriage partner in the legend - there are cars and houses, and both parents are dead!

Yu Zhengdu looked at Shangyu with a smile. Don't look at the boss's love, but the set of things is a bunch.

Shangyu saw Yu’s look of helplessness, and he didn’t know what he was thinking. He tried to ask: “I don’t like it?”

Yu Zhengdu: "Not..."

After the words were not finished, Shang Hao had taken the "You Song Feng Ge" from his pocket: "Do you like this more? That is still for you."

Yu is not able to get into the hand and is caught in a hand. He is really crying and laughing: "I don't mean this."

"It doesn't matter." Shang said, "I can give you anything you want."

"You haven't told me why I want to send me something." Yu Zhengdu decided to look at him with a shallow smile. "Without a reasonable reason, I won't accept anything."

His eyes were clear and bright, his eyes were burning, and it was a moment of disappointment.

"You still don't want to understand?"

Yu is not fluent, his voice is not big, but it is clear and clear, and it makes people feel guilty.

Shang Yang only felt that his heart was swaying, and he stood up and issued a noble "哼": "I will go out and take the takeaway."

He stepped out of the door steadily, and the whole back read "I am very calm."

Yu Zhengdu was really unable to help, and he turned over and lay on the soft quilt, laughing with a picture and holding it.

But after lying for a while, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, the room was inexplicably cold, and the painting in his hand was slightly trembled.

As a well-informed Luofeng employee, Yu Zhengdu immediately stood up and walked to the table, put the picture down, and then slowly unfolded.

As the scrolls spread out, Yu’s eyes did not consciously grow up.

I saw that the scene on the picture was actually moved.

After the Songfeng Pavilion in the painting stands tall towering peaks, pine trees grow on the top of the mountain. At this time, if there is a breeze blowing on the scroll, the pine branches are gently shaking, listening carefully, and hearing the slightest Shasha sounds.

This picture is really different. If the average person sees this scene, I am afraid that it has already been shocked. However, Yu is only slightly frowning, holding his chest with his hands, and continues to look at the picture without moving.

It was about doubts about his attitude. The dynamics on the scrolls were slightly stagnant. After a while, they moved again.

The breeze turned into a squally wind, and the pine branches swayed wildly. Some pine trees with a few small branches were blown slightly to the side. The original "shasha" sound became a wild "whistling". The sound, the wind and the wind, angered, and screamed.

Yu is still unmoved.

The painting was delayed and could not wait for the expected reaction. Finally, I couldn’t hold it anymore. I only heard the sound of “Oh,” and the threshold of Songfengge opened. A small figure with a simple line came out from the inside, looking up and figuring. Fighting for the opposite.

Yu Zhengdu looked at him with no expression.

The little stickman looked at each other and shouted: "Bold, I don't know how to do this painting."

Yu Zhengdu did not hesitate, calmly took out Luo Feng’s mobile phone from his pocket, and opened the yin detector to the villain.

A little black!

The little man saw that the dispute was not scared, nor saluted, and he took strange things to him. He was furious: "So rude, don't you want to die?"

"You are a little devil." Yu said that he would give him a sigh. "If you know each other, you will hurry out, or I will start!"

The small stickman encountered this situation for the first time. The whole thing was a glimpse. Then he couldn’t help but jump: "How dare you call this fairy! I am a fairy! Not a ghost! You immediately apologize to me, otherwise I will get Die you!"

"See who gets who!" Yu contends to squat a sleeve, and reaches out to a small matchman's head with a fist. "The yin on your body is bursting and you dare to pretend to be a fairy!"

For the first time, the small stickman encountered a person who was not afraid of him. He dared to slap him. He was not prepared for a moment, his head was hammered, and he suddenly fell to the ground, holding his head and "wow" and cried out: "You How can I paint a fairy! You are too much!"

With his voice, the painting was once again blowing the wind, this time the wind was even more fierce, swept the whistling, and actually flew out the tiles on the Songfeng Pavilion.

The sound of the stickman is cold and resentful: "Do you believe it or not, I will let you know that you are offended by the painting!"

Yu Zhengdu took out his mobile phone: "If you believe that I don't believe in a call, I will call dozens of ghosts to beat you!"

"Oh, I am more like a person who is pretending to be like you." The stickman sneered, and then his hand stretched out, but he found out from the picture, but after exploring the picture, it was no longer a tiny ink line, but instead A thin, black, nail-sharp palm, "Come on, come and paint with me..."

"What companion?" The door of the room opened, and the merchant took the takeaway and walked in.

The air in the room suddenly stood still, the hand on the scroll suddenly stopped, and then the hand began to tremble with the naked eye, and the sound of the stickman shivered: "You, you... your ghost?"

Of course not, it just happened.

Yu Zhe is too lazy to explain, the matchman is scared to retract his hand, but he has no time to move, the business has come forward, grab him, and then a glimpse, a skinny black soul will be drawn from The cockroach came out and the **** flew back to the floor of the room.

Yu Zhandu looked at the picture again, and the picture returned to its original appearance, as if nothing had happened.

"The king is forgiving - the king is forgiving -" the matchman "splashed" and fell to the ground and began to greet the merchant.

"Where are you coming from? Do you dare to play Luo Feng's idea?" Yu Zhengdu began to judge the ghost with great experience.

"Luo Feng?" The ghost looked blank. "What is Luo Feng?"

"You don't know Luo Feng?" Yu Zhengdu is also very confused. Now that the people are in a lifetime, they will receive the information sent by Luo Feng. He has been in the company for so long, and he is the first time he has encountered a ghost who does not know Luo Feng. .

The merchants are not surprised, saying: "It is estimated to be a ghost before the founding of the country."

Yu is arrogant, and the collapse of heaven and earth is a matter of breaking the old four. Luo Feng was also established afterwards. If it is a ghost in the past, if the news is blocked, it may not know Luo Feng.

Sure enough, the ghost was the ghost of the Qing Dynasty.

Yu Zhanfu frowned: "How did the ghosts of the Qing Dynasty still have to reincarnate?"

When I mentioned this, the ghost face showed a sense of self-satisfaction: "What is good about reincarnation? After I died, I made a painting in the immortal. From then on, I will paint the world famous paintings, so I will not be happy, why bother to do the red dust. Secular people."

"The ghosts are painted ghosts." Yu Zhengdu contemptuously said, "Let's give yourself a little gold."

Painted ghost: "..."

The ghosts and daring daring to speak, grievously sneaked at the merchants and said: "Who are you?"

"Luofeng Life Management Consulting Co., Ltd." Yu Zheng passed the business card in the past, "is the current land."

The ghost is shocked: "The land, the land?"

"Yes." Yu Zhandu patiently explained to him, and finally, "Our goal is to achieve a dynamic balance between the yin and yang, to help each ghost reincarnate as soon as possible, not to stay in the sun, affecting normal social order."

"The behavior you just made is a violation of the relevant regulations. According to the process, you must be detained and deducted." Yu Zhengdu said, "Considering that you are a ghost before the founding of the People's Republic of China, I don't understand these situations. Give you a discretionary commutation, and don't worry about it, just go to the tires."

After listening to the explanation of Yu Zhengduo, the ghost was still a little bit dull. When he heard him let him go to reincarnation, he suddenly resisted: "I don't want to reincarnate, I am very good at painting. I am very satisfied with my life." ""

"In this case." Shang Hao lifted his eyelids and took out disposable chopsticks from the takeaway bag. He said while dismantling, "I have eaten you."

Painted ghost: "..."

The ghost did not think that the current local government was actually this style of painting, suddenly scared "wow" crying, a nose and tears said the truth: "Da Wang, don't eat me! I don't want to reincarnation, I can't vote tire!"

Yu fights to frown: "What do you mean?"

"I, I am actually not satisfied with the current life, just a good face to brag..." The ghost said with a sigh, "I can't leave the painting to reincarnate..."

It turned out that this ghost was a scholar of the Qing Dynasty. It was a pity for his life. Unfortunately, he learned the truth and eventually failed to do so. However, although he did not learn very well, he had a good painting skill. Later, a well-respected fellow countryman introduced him to him and made him a doorman of a big official who likes calligraphy and painting.

It coincides with the Grand Duke's banquet, so that the door is accompanied by the poetry, and the poems are on the scene. The big officials are very happy, and they will make their drinking pictures on the spot so that he and the guests can appreciate it afterwards.

The scholar was immediately overjoyed, and he knew that his chances of performance came. He took out his own 12 points and painted the most satisfying work in his life. Unfortunately, he took the fame too seriously and suffered losses. The painting is about to be completed. At the time, due to excessive tension, the ink was accidentally overturned, and a piece of work was destroyed.

The big official had no light on his face in front of the guests, and he drove the show out of the house. The scholar was succumbed to this matter, and soon he was depressed and ended. After the death, the soul attached to the painting that was overturned and became a The ghost in the painting.

It’s very embarrassing to listen to Yu, and concludes: “It’s important to explain the mentality of the exam.”

Shang Yan said faintly: "Get the picture, you can exceed it."

"Can't take it," said the ghost.

Yu Zhengdu: "Why?"

"Actually... In fact, I was instructed this time to scare you." The ghosts looked at them with a guilty conscience, but they did not expect that they would not be scared, and they almost made a dish of the ghost king.

Yu Zhengdu once thought about it and understood: "Is it the Menghua auction house sent you?"

"Oh, I didn't mean it." The ghost said, "My paintings are in their hands. It is really involuntarily."

After the death of the show, the ink-filled painting was buried with him, and his cemetery became a real estate. The painting was also dug by the real estate developers, and the real estate was jealous of these feminines. Then I looked for an expert to see. Later, the capital behind Menghua did not know where to know that there was such a painting, and it took a lot of effort to get the painting to the hand.

"Every time they meet the desired painting and they refuse to shoot, or the price is too high, they will let me go out and enter the painting, just like today to scare each other and let the other party think that their paintings have problems. Don't dare to stay in your hands again, then come out and buy at a low price..."

Yu Zhengdu’s "啧啧" feeling: "I am not surprised at all."

With the style of Menghua and Liu Ao, they will do this kind of thing is simply too normal.

"I don't want to help you." The ghosts are so sad. "I really can't help. I have the paintings in my hands. I really have to listen to them."

Yu is a complex look: "You have a bad attitude. How many years have passed since the Qing Dynasty? You haven't let go yet?"

"What do you know!" The ghost couldn't help but cry out. "That was the most perfect painting in my life. I could have used this painting to make a smooth stroke. Why did I overturn the ink? I am dying. I was thinking, if I can come back, it would be fine if I could take back the ink that was splashed. I went into the painting to wipe off the ink on the painting, but I couldn’t wipe it, I couldn’t wipe it. what!"

"I can't get rid of those inks, how can I be willing to reincarnate!"

The more ghosts are said, the more sad they are, the more they are echoed by the ears, and they can't help but say: "Then you should go to reincarnation. Now you can draw with the tablet and ps. How do you want to come back? Come, how do you want to change it?"

The cries of the ghosts came to an abrupt end, staring at him: "What is that?"

Yu Zhandu took out his laptop, opened a drawing software, then opened an emoticon package and began showing him how to modify the picture with ps.

The ghosts squinted and looked at the use of modern drawing software. The whole ghost was shocked and said incredulously: "Is there such a magical thing in the world?"

Yu Zhengdu: "The magic of modern society can't be imagined."

The face of the ghost is gradually showing the brilliance of the fascinating face. Suddenly standing straight, his hands akimbo and laughing: "I am fine! I am fine! I am going to reincarnate and go to the new era with magical painting tools!"

He said, and reached out to say that the sand sculpture panda expression bag that was opened at hand: "You must learn this new painting!"

Yu Zhengdu: "..."

Is this ghost gone?

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