Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 427: Hu Yun’s friends

Outside the door of Ji Yuan's room, Hu Yun stood up, shook his hair and scratched his ears. After thinking for a while, he didn't dare to push the door in again, so he had to go to his room.

In the Yin Mansion, the Yin family not only treated Ji Yuan as a distinguished guest, but Hu Yun also treated him as a real guest. Naturally, he also had his own guest room, on the other side of the courtyard, opposite Ji Yuan's room.

As soon as he reached the door of his room, Hu Yun stopped, looked up at the stars and moon in the sky and then looked in the other direction. After a moment of hesitation, he still jumped away.

Hu Yun didn't want to practice or sleep at this moment, but returned to Yin Qing's study again. As a good friend of Yin Qing, he actually knew Yin Qing very well. Maybe Yin Qing also belonged to that kind of princess. You should have a good feeling when you first meet, otherwise you wouldn't be so attentive.

Walking all the way outside Yin Qing's study, it turned out that the lights were still bright inside. Hu Yun didn't need to hide this time and knocked on the door openly.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Yin Qing, it's me, can you come in?"

"Come in."

Hearing Yin Qing's words, Hu Yun pushed open and quickly closed the door to prevent the heat in the study from escaping.

Looking up at Yin Qing, he found that under the illumination of two lamps with lampshades, Yin Qing was drawing on the desk with a pen, so Hu Yun walked to him lightly and jumped up behind Yin Qing. On the empty chair, I stood on tiptoe and looked at the painting he had drawn.

Yin Qing didn't speak. He seemed to be concentrating on painting. He would paint even the smallest corners of clothes very seriously. However, it was obvious that he had not forgotten his good friend. After finishing a part of the painting, he changed the brush. When he was done with ink, he turned to Hu Yundao.

"There is still more than half of the crispy chicken in the kitchen, which was leftover from the dining room just now. Except for one chicken leg that Yin Zhong tore off, most of it is still there. If you don't mind, I will have someone bring it to you. Bring it? ”

"Don't mind, don't mind, hurry up and get it for me!"

Hu Yun has been craving for this crispy chicken for so long, who would care so much about it.

"Haha, wait a minute, I'll give you orders. I originally planned to ask the cook to make you new ones tomorrow, but I think you want to eat them now."

With that said, Yin Qing put down his pen, opened the door and walked out slowly, going to the servant's room not far away to give orders to his servants.

When Hu Yun saw Yin Qing leaving, he pressed his two front paws on the desk, got closer to the painting, and looked at the people in the painting carefully.

Although it was only in the middle of the night, Yin Qing had roughly drawn what the portrait should have, and the rest still needed a day or two to polish carefully.

In the painting, Princess Changping is sitting on a sofa, with her face facing this side, smiling slightly, wearing a beaded silk robe with slender jade fingers, holding a leaf play card in her hand, slightly raising her orchid fingers, and her eyebrows are smiling. vivid.

"The painting is so good. No wonder Mr. Ji said that the thoughts of technique and Taoism can imitate gods."

Looking at it, Hu Yun seemed to have seen Yin Qing and Princess Changping get married and have children, and saw that they would later have many children and grandchildren.

‘I don’t know if I can see it, but I still have to practice hard and have enough Taoism to be able to walk on my own! ’

Hu Yun knew that he would not stay in Yin Mansion for a long time, because Mr. Ji would not stay in Yin Mansion for a short time, and Mr. Ji would not let him stay in Yin Mansion if he wanted to leave. Even Hu Yun himself knew very well about staying in Yin Mansion. It is harmful rather than helpful. If nothing else, it will delay your practice.

Mr. Ji often goes out, and the intervals between returning to Ju'an Xiaoge have become longer and longer in recent years. Hu Yun feels that maybe the next time he comes back will not be short. In that case, unless Yin Qing can find time Look at him in Ning'an County, otherwise it will probably be a long time before he sees Yin Qing and Yin Fuzi again.

But Hu Yun thought again that he was still a monster after all. After Yin Qing got married, he would no longer be alone, and the princess would always follow him. It would be inconvenient for Yin Qing to meet and play with a monster.

As he thought about it, Hu Yun felt a little annoyed, and the joy of his friend finding his wife was somewhat diluted.

"Hey, I still don't have enough Taoism. If I can have the Taoism of Lu Shanjun, and can truly transform into a human being, I can wear the clothes of a serious scholar, walk up to Yin Qing and his wife, and say, ' Hello brother Yin, let’s say hello brother and sister again..."

Yin Qing quickly returned to the study, and Hu Yun stepped aside so that Yin Qing could continue painting. After painting for a while, Yin Qing suddenly turned to look at Hu Yun.

"Why are you so quiet today? It doesn't look like you."

"It's nothing. I feel that my practice is very poor. I have only had this little practice. It's uncomfortable!"

Hu Yun was sitting on a chair, holding his two paws on the left and right. His posture was very anthropomorphic and funny, especially with a big fluffy tail swaying in front of him.

"Haha, although I don't know much about the practice of monsters, I do know a little bit about it. I used to talk to the old turtle by the Chunmu River from time to time about things about monsters. Now that you have become wise, you can count on four dozen. Fifty years? That’s not too slow, right?”

Yin Qing's words of relief had no effect, and Hu Yun sighed.

"Then you are competing with those wild monsters. I was taught by Mr. Ji. Although I don't know how high Mr. Ji is, he is definitely the kind that I can't even see in the sky. Do you know how many there are? Is there an opportunity for monsters to "guide the way"? Hey, when will the crispy chicken come?"

"It's heating up in the kitchen, it will be here soon."

Hearing that Hu Yun was still worried about eating, Yin Qing felt relieved and turned around to paint with peace of mind.

However, Hu Yun did not stay in the study room that night. After finishing half of the crispy chicken and leaving a chicken drumstick for Yin Qing, he went back directly, saying that he wanted to practice without slacking off.

Yin Qing's marriage cannot be finalized in a short time, but there is a high possibility of getting married within a few years. Ji Yuan feels that he should have time to participate.

But now, there is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever. Ji Yuan has stayed in Yin Mansion for a long time this time, and it is not likely that he will live in the capital for too long, so he bid farewell to Yin not long after the Lantern Festival. Of course, Ji Yuan took Hu Yun with him when he left.

……

On the 20th day of the first lunar month, Ji Yuan and Hu Yun left Gyeonggi Mansion and headed for Jizhou. However, Ji Yuan did not go directly to Desheng Mansion, and the 20th gradually fell towards Chunhui Mansion.

Hu Yun had a good eye. When he saw the city next to the winding river in the distance, he knew he was not going back to his hometown.

"Mr. Ji, are we going to Chunmu River? To see the old turtle and the big herring?"

Hu Yun, who had seemed a little sluggish since leaving Gyeonggi Mansion, cheered up, with a little excitement in his voice.

To be honest, Hu Yun feels that he only has two good friends, one is Yin Qing and the other is Big Herring. As for the others, they are either elders or have average relationships. Maybe the little paper crane is good, but he is not the same as the little paper crane. Communication was too laborious, and Hu Yun didn't know what the little paper crane was thinking.

"Yes, let's go to Chunhui Mansion to see how the old turtle and the big herring are progressing, and also meet Bai Qi."

"Bai Qi?"

Hu Yun was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he couldn't remember who Bai Qi was. He confirmed that he didn't know him, so he asked directly.

"Mr. Ji, who is Bai Qi?"

Ji Yuan also realized that Hu Yun had never met Bai Qi and didn't know him, so he smiled.

"He is the righteous **** of Chun Mu River, a white dragon in the river."

"Jiao, dragon?"

Hu Yun trembled subconsciously.

"Mr. Ji, I, I heard that dragons have a huge appetite. Many dragons like to eat monsters, and they can make clouds and rain, so they can be worshiped as water gods by the people in the world. I, I am a fox demon... ”

"A little scared?"

"Well..."

"Don't worry, I'm here!"

Hu Yun felt a little at ease, thinking that everything was always fine when Mr. Youji was around.

"Are Mr. Ji and Na Jiang Shen friends?"

The reason is so narrow that I smile.

"I'm not really a friend, but I promised to bring him a monster to eat last time. I couldn't find a suitable one, so I took you with me."

Knowing that Mr. Ji was joking, Hu Yun still trembled in fright and reluctantly grinned.

"Sir, don't scare me, you know I'm timid..."

"Hahahahaha..."

With a smile, Ji Yuan flew into the clouds and landed directly somewhere on the riverside outside Chunhui Mansion.

It was early in the morning, people were coming and going in and out of the city gate, and the River God Temple, known as the first temple on the Chunmu River, was already crowded with tourists and pilgrims.

Compared with the Daliang Temple in Tingliang Kingdom, which also has a large number of people, the River Shrine in Chunhui Mansion is more of a tourist attraction today, where men and women meet to play, and literati write poems and write poems, which is a little less lustful. A little more chic.

In comparison, Ji Yuan still prefers the model of Jiang Shen Temple.

Coincidentally, Chun Mu Jiang Shen happened to be in human form at this moment. He was watching the literati and scholars writing poems and lyrics in Jiang Shen Temple. Moreover, he was also a famous "Mr. Storytelling" here in Jiang Shen Temple.

Because the walls of the Jiangshen Temple suitable for leaving inscriptions are limited after all, if you are not a high-quality product, you are not qualified to stay on the corridor wall that can protect you from wind and rain. And Jiangshen, whose pseudonym is Bai Wenchuan, is already famous in commentaries, and the temple wishes I also have great respect for him. He said that if you can get on the wall, you can definitely do it. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com

At this moment, a large group of scholars gathered around the corridor wall of the outer courtyard of Jiangshen Temple. There were several book tables here, and several people were writing on white paper with pens. There were not only scholars but also some girls watching. The atmosphere is so warm.

"You can swim on the river during the day and watch the lanterns at night..."

"What a sentence!" "Yes, Mr. Zhao is so talented in writing!"

"Yes, what do you think, Mr. Bai? Can you write on the wall of the gallery?"

"Yes, yes, what do you think, Mr. Bai?"

Everyone asked Bai Qi to judge. Bai Qi, who looked like a middle-aged Confucian scholar, smiled and stroked his beard and took a few steps closer to the desk.

"This sentence is okay, but a little short!"

"Hahaha, Mr. Bai, I haven't finished writing this yet. Come and take a look when Zhao completes it!"

"Okay, then Bai will be waiting for Mr. Zhao's masterpiece. Today..."

Having said this, Bai Qi suddenly paused, with a slightly inexplicable look of astonishment on his face. He turned his head in one direction, and hurried away after two breaths, leaving all the literati and writers a little surprised. They didn't know what had happened. What's up.

Bai Qi walked in a hurry, his steps were extremely fast. To ordinary people, it was just that he was walking in a hurry, but in fact he was walking faster. In a few breaths, he arrived outside from the Jiang Shen Temple, and then passed through the market and turned to one side. .

On the river on one side of the Jiang Shen Temple, Bai Qi looked from a distance and saw a man in white shirt with a hairpin in a bun and a shawl at the back walking slowly towards him. Followed by a red fox.

Bai Qi's steps were a little faster, and he was holding a salute with both hands and shouting greetings from a distance.

"When Mr. Ji came to Chunmujiang, Mr. Bai was not welcomed from afar, but he was not welcomed from afar!"