Wen Yi looked at the two gentlemen who were leaving. He was sitting on the boat and frowned slightly.
He suddenly felt that there was something strange about these two people, but for a while he couldn't figure out what the strange thing was, especially Mr. Qingshan. No matter the masters and talents he had met before, they seemed not as good as Mr. Qingshan. temperament.
Wen Yi shook his head and simply didn't think too much. He played by the river for a while, looked at the scenery, and then returned to the house with his maid.
Unexpectedly, something big happened at the Changchun Mansion Yamen early the next morning.
The maid walked into the courtyard and said, "Sir, the bandits in Teng Yun Mountain have surrendered!"
Wen Yi, who was painting in the courtyard, was slightly startled after hearing this.
He asked: "How were you caught? Didn't the government have no plans to suppress bandits recently?"
"Huan'er heard someone say..." the maid opened her mouth and said: "That group of bandits surrendered on their own. I don't know how they got here. Someone saw a dozen bandits fainting in front of the government office early in the morning. Next to it are the silver coins looted over the years, piled high into a mountain!"
After hearing this, Wen Yi was stunned for a moment and said, "This..."
It's a bit strange.
The maid said: "That's true."
Wen Yi was shocked and said, "Take me to have a look."
Although Wen Mansion was not a big man, he was somewhat influential in Changchun Mansion, and he had some friendship with the Yamen, so Wen Yi asked the police officers who were familiar with him in the Yamen.
Unexpectedly, the detective told him like this: "To be fair to Mr. Wen, this is very bizarre. That group of robbers didn't even know how they got here. When they woke up, they were still shouting money, money, money." , like crazy."
"Is this really true?" Wen Yi said blankly.
"Who says it isn't?"
The policeman said: "You said there is a Xunjiang River across this place. There are no boats at night, and there is also a pile of dirty silver. How did it get here? It's so strange..."
Wen Yi began to think secretly. He suddenly paused and thought of something, so he asked, "Have you ever asked them who they have robbed recently?"
"They've all been recruited."
The policeman said: "The closest thing was yesterday. I heard from the bandit that he robbed two passers-by yesterday. Unexpectedly, they were two poor people and they only got a penny."
Wen Yi was shocked and asked, "Is one of them wearing a green shirt?"
The catcher was stunned for a moment and said, "Master Wen knows?"
Wen Yi suddenly understood.
He claimed that he was in an emergency, bid farewell to the policeman in a hurry, and then hurried back home without stopping.
When the police officer saw Mr. Wen's furious look, he couldn't help but wonder, has something happened?
Wen Yi returned home and told his father everything about the incident and his speculations.
His father Wen Yueshan was also greatly shocked after hearing this.
While pacing back and forth, these things were connected together.
After a long time, he stopped and said, "Yier, you may have met an expert!"
"There is still some uncertainty now." Wen Yi said.
Wen Yueshan said: "I'm afraid that the bandits in Teng Yun Mountain are closely related to the people you met that day. If they are true or false, you will know after you go to the City God's Temple to pay homage."
Wen Yi felt the same way. At noon that day, the family went to the City God Temple.
Wen Yi offered a few sticks of incense and kowtowed to the City God a few times, as did his father.
There was nothing unusual during the worship ceremony.
When he returned home, Wen Yi found that he was still coughing badly and the pain in his body had not diminished by half.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart and laughed at himself: "It's just my imagination..."
Wen Yi immediately put the matter behind him.
Unexpectedly, that night, he dreamed of a sinister incident!
The Yin Chai in the dream held a chain and penetrated his body. When he pulled away, he saw a gray Yin Qi peeling out of his body.
He screamed in his sleep, but no sound came out.
After Yin Chai used the chain to pull out the black energy, Wen Yi woke up with a start.
He was breathing heavily, and when he came to his senses, he found that his back was covered in cold sweat.
"I think about it every day and dream about it at night. It's really..."
Wen Yi shook his head, then lay down and fell asleep, not paying too much attention to this matter.
But when he woke up the next day, he was suddenly stunned.
His body no longer hurt so much, and he didn't cough much anymore. He was so frightened that he sat by the bed and thought for a long time.
It wasn't until a certain moment when the light shone on his face that Wen Yi was completely convinced.
I have indeed met an expert! !
Wen Yueshan was naturally overjoyed to see his son recover from his illness, but then he felt a little pity.
"It's a good thing to recover from the illness, but it's a pity that this fate may only happen once. It's a pity..."
After hearing this, Wen Yi said: "Maybe that gentleman is no longer in Changchun Mansion. It's just like what the book said, it's hard to find."
Wen Yueshan patted his son on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, just keep it in your mind."
Since that night when he dreamed of Yin Shi, all the symptoms on his body have disappeared, and his face has slowly become rosy, no longer as pale as before.
One afternoon, at dusk.
Wen Yi felt something in her heart. She recalled the day she met Mr. Qingshan, the scenery of the mountains and rivers, and the chance encounter. She couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts in her heart.
So he called his maid to grind the paper.
Wen Yi breathed a long sigh of relief, then picked up the pen, licked the ink with the pen, and painted the landscape he saw that day.
As the pen moves between the dragon and the snake, a landscape is revealed on the white paper.
Mountains are stacked on top of each other, rivers are flowing, and the green and green scenery is revealed to the eye. The mountains and rivers of the world are painted with wonderful paintings.
Wen Yi looked at the painting and suddenly frowned as he recalled Mr. Qingshan he had seen that day.
"Why can't I remember clearly..."
His heart was complicated, and he was trying to recall the appearance of Mr. Qingshan, but he still couldn't figure it out.
In desperation, I had to draw.
There is a gentleman in green shirt walking among the mountains and rivers, holding a wine gourd in his hand, carefree between heaven and earth, his clothes are not stained by dust, and his mind is not stained by anything.
The only thing that makes Wen Yi feel pity is that he only remembers the back view.
He really couldn't remember the appearance of that gentleman, and he couldn't even remember the figure of the other gentleman.
Wen Yi looked at the painting and recalled it for a long time, but still could not remember the appearance of the gentleman.
It finally turned into a sigh.
"I'm afraid it shocked Qionglou and makes it difficult to recall."
Wen Yi pondered again and put pen and ink on the painting.
[Cruising on the Xunjiang River, seeing the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers, I suddenly heard shouting from the shore. I saw two gentlemen approaching and invited them to board the boat. They heard about the ghosts and gods' treatment strategies. They had a very happy conversation, which was different from the Xunjiang River. 】
[When I returned home, I suddenly woke up. I remembered the two gentlemen again, but only the back figure in a green shirt was left. It may have frightened the Qiong Tower in the sky, and it is difficult to remember their faces. 】
"Let's call it "Linjiang Immortal"."
