Can you give me the broken impermanence?

He never mentioned his name, how did this man know?

The more he looked at this person, the more suspicious he became, Song Qingming took a few steps back.

The man's raised hand paused for a moment, then slowly lowered after a while, explaining: "Your name is embroidered on your luggage."

Song Qingming remembered that before he left, he had indeed embroidered his name crookedly on the luggage, and the man saw it when he helped him pick up the luggage, and it made sense.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he asked, "You...can catch ghosts?"

Man: "Know a thing or two."

Song Qingming thought to himself, the ferocity of the man's killing of ghosts just now doesn't seem like he knows a thing or two.

It seemed that his worry when he ran back just now was unnecessary.

Song Qingming bypassed the man, and said defensively, "Since the ghost is gone, I'll go up and rest."

The man said nothing, just nodded with a smile, but his eyes followed him all the time.

Song Qingming went up the stairs, stopped halfway there, and looked at the man downstairs.

"Is that ghost really not impermanent?"

"No."

"Ok."

"You want to see impermanence?"

Song Qingming gave an absent-minded 'hmm'.

The man asked, "Why?"

"because I……"

In the middle of speaking, Song Qingming stopped his voice hastily.

He glanced at the man, then turned his head and continued upstairs, muttering annoyedly, "Why am I talking so much to you?"

Song Qingming returned to his room, closed the door, leaned against the door and exhaled, his eyes fell on the big hole in the ground.

The man was weird in every way, he didn't look like a Taoist priest in his clothes, let alone a Buddhist disciple, but he could catch ghosts, and he was very vicious.

Every time such a mysterious person looks at him, the emotions in his eyes are very complicated, gentle but greedy...

Doesn't that person have a habit of breaking sleeves?

Thinking of this, Song Qingming shivered.

In short, this person is definitely not a kind person, it is better to leave this place as soon as possible tomorrow.

After making a decision, Song Qingming changed into clean clothes, lay flat on the bed and closed his eyes.

At first he didn't sleep well, with things in his mind, always drifting up and down between half dream and half awake.

A faint cold fragrance lingered between his nostrils, and he thought of that weird man in a daze.

That person has this kind of fragrance, this fragrance is very special, cold, alienated, and cool.

But Song Qingming didn't dislike the fragrance.

A hand caressed his cheek with care and pity.

His brows were furrowed, and then slowly relaxed after a while, and his half-awakened consciousness slowly sank along with the fragrance...

When I opened my eyes again, the sky was already bright outside the window, and the noise of the noisy market crept into the house.

Song Qingming sat up suddenly, feeling a little dazed.

Last night...he was asleep, as if someone was standing beside his bed.

He turned his head and looked around.

There is no smell of strangers, and the furnishings in the room have not changed in the slightest.

After a while Song Qingming laughed at himself.

Probably because he was too nervous and fell asleep.

He got up and packed his bags. Before going out, he subconsciously looked from the hole in the ground to the room downstairs.

The wooden barrel from last night was still there, but there was no one, let alone a human voice. That person must have left.

Song Qingming went downstairs with his bags on his back, the door of the inn was wide open, and the shopkeeper was cleaning up the mess on the ground below.

Thinking of the hole upstairs, Song Qingming weighed his purse again and couldn't help sighing.

The mess downstairs had nothing to do with him, but the hole upstairs was caused by him, and he still had to pay for it.

He walked to the shopkeeper and said in a deep voice, "Shopkeeper, last night..."

Before he finished speaking, the shopkeeper raised his head with a smile on his face: "Oh, the guest officer got up really early."

Song Qingming was surprised for a while, the store was smashed, and the shopkeeper could still smile so happily?

He handed the money bag to the shopkeeper: "I accidentally damaged the floor of the room. This is the only silver I have left. I don't know if it is enough to compensate for the loss."

"Guest officer, don't worry about it." The shopkeeper smiled and pushed the purse back: "I heard about what happened last night. You guys helped me subdue the evil spirit. I thank you before it's too late."

It should be that person and the shopkeeper explained what happened last night.

Song Qingming frowned lightly, thinking about it, he still felt something was wrong.

He has always distinguished himself clearly from others, and this time is of course no exception.

"He's the one who catches ghosts. I didn't do anything to help. What should be compensated is still to be compensated."

"This……"

The shopkeeper showed a troubled expression.

Song Qingming was puzzled, why did he want to make compensations, and even make things difficult for the shopkeeper?

The shopkeeper hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed and said: "Hey, I will not hide the truth from the guest officer. When the young master left this morning when he left 50 taels of silver, he said that the losses upstairs and downstairs were all his. How dare I ask you for compensation again."

Song Qingming was surprised: "He said that the losses from upstairs will be counted together?"

The shopkeeper nodded: "The young master also said that he didn't need to talk to you about it, but you, sir... are too stubborn."

"I've always been able to distinguish myself from others, not to mention that I don't know that man well."

As he spoke, Song Qingming stuffed the money bag into the shopkeeper's hand again, and then asked, "Shopkeeper, I want to know where there are haunted places around here?"

The shopkeeper: "Haunted? Could it be that the guest officer wants to..."

Song Qingming interrupted him: "Yes, I want to see a ghost."

The corner of the shopkeeper's mouth moved to both sides, shock mixed with disbelief: "I have never seen such a weird person like you.

Song Qingming didn't mind the word weird.

The shopkeeper touched his chin and thought for a while: "There is really a haunted place near here."

Song Qingming quickly asked, "Where is it?"

"There is a beggar village ten miles away from Su Town. It has been haunted for a while."

Beggar's Village...it's not far away, but I still need to make some preparations before going there.

Thinking about it, Song Qingming looked at the shopkeeper: "I still want to ask two things. Is there anyone in this town who can catch ghosts? I want to buy some spells that can suppress ghosts. What's more, I don't have enough money. I don’t know if there is a place where I can temporarily find an errand.”

Upon hearing his words, the shopkeeper quickly returned the purse to him: "You are penniless, why are you clamoring for compensation..."

Song Qingming held down the shopkeeper's hand: "This is what I should have done. I have hands and feet, and I didn't starve to death along the way. I can still make more money if I don't have money."

Seeing his stubborn appearance, the shopkeeper sighed again and again: "Well, you probably can't do physical work with your body, I wonder what you can do?"

Song Qingming: "I can paint and write a little bit."

The shopkeeper laughed: "That's just right. Going forward on this street, there is a Nuantao Academy who is looking for someone who can copy, and the salary is not bad."

Song Qingming was overjoyed when he heard this.

The shopkeeper: "As for the master, I don't know. If I knew, my place wouldn't be haunted so badly... Hey, doesn't the young master who left know how to catch ghosts? Why didn't the guest officer ask some ghost hunters?" Way?"

Song Qingming sighed secretly, he was in a hurry to hide, but he didn't remember that he could ask that person for some ways to suppress ghosts and defend himself.

He was thinking a lot, but on his face, he bowed his hands towards the shopkeeper in a serious manner: "Thank you, shopkeeper, farewell."

After finishing speaking, Song Qingming walked out of the inn.

The shopkeeper watched him walk away with a smile, and a person walked out from the shadow behind him.

When he turned to look at the man, the smile on the shopkeeper's face had disappeared.

"Master, he was clamoring to see the devil, so I told him about my beggar's village."

The man in the shadows chuckled.

"Very good, this saves us the effort to lure him over..."

The weather finally cleared up, and the number of people on the street gradually increased. The steamed bun stalls on the street were filled with heat, and the fragrance wafted for miles, making everyone salivate when they heard it.

Song Qingming's stomach growled unsatisfactorily, but it's a pity that he is really penniless now.

Crying in my heart, but still unyielding on the face.

He lowered his head and touched his stomach, thinking that when he earned money, he would come back and buy two buns.

Fearing that he would drool for nothing, he quickened his pace, and within a few steps, a child from someone's family suddenly rushed out, with his arms wide open, and stopped him aggressively.

A seven or eight-year-old boy with a braid on his head raised his head and looked at people through his nostrils.

"What are you doing?" Song Qingming frowned at the child.

The child stretched his hand forward: "Sick boy, this is for you!"

Song Qingming looked intently, the child was holding an oiled paper bag in his hand, and he didn't know what was inside.

"Give it to me? What's in it?" He asked in a deep voice.

The child kept silent, and said angrily, "I don't know what it is? An uncle asked me to give it to you."

Uncle?

Song Qingming looked around.

There were people coming and going on the street, but I didn't see any familiar ones.

Frowning, he took the oiled paper bag, and when he opened it, there were three steaming steamed buns inside.

"You can't just take things from strangers!" Song Qingming said in a deep voice.

After the child 'cut' in disdain, he quickly snatched a bun from his hand: "I'm almost starving to death, are you afraid of being poisoned?"

As he said that, the child bit the bun, Song Qingming didn't have time to stop it, and saw the child swallowing the bun.

Is this kid afraid of being poisoned?

After a while, the child took another bite, and asked with bulging cheeks, "I think that man has good intentions, and he won't harm you, a fool."

"You little brat..."

As he said that, Song Qingming was about to lift his foot to kick the child, but the child was dexterous, turned around and ran away, and disappeared into the street after a few strokes.

In the end, it didn't say who the person who delivered the buns was.

Kind uncle...

Thinking about it, Song Qingming turned to look at the steamed stuffed bun stand.

The bun seller is indeed an uncle, his eyes are narrowed into a slit with a smile, and his brow is kind.

Could it be that the uncle selling buns kindly gave it to him?

He thought for a while, and decided to come back after earning the money and pay the money for the bun to show his gratitude.

Holding the steaming buns, Song Qingming walked to Nuantao Academy.

A reddish-brown wooden plaque hangs under the gray eaves, and the four strong and powerful characters of Nuantao Academy stand out. Because of the rain and humidity, moss can be seen growing on the corners of the wooden plaque, but it is not worn out, but rather fresh. Chic taste.

When Song Qingming stepped into the house, he could smell the tangy fragrance of paper and ink. There was no one in the academy, and six tall bookshelves were neatly lined up in a row.

The shopkeeper was sitting behind the table, lowering his head and fiddling with the abacus.

Hearing footsteps, the shopkeeper asked without raising his head, "What book do you want to read, sir?"

"I'm not here to buy books. I heard that the shopkeeper is short of manpower to help. I want to come here temporarily to find an errand."

The shopkeeper just raised his head, looked him back and forth, and asked after a while, "Can you copy?"

Song Qingming directly took out a painting from his luggage and handed it over: "This is what I did."

On the yellowed rice paper is the long-dried ink. There are carps swimming in the lake, which are vivid, and the elegant and graceful water lilies are on the side. In the center of the lake is an elegant small pavilion. Even the carvings on the corners of the pavilion are depicted. Sophisticated and meticulous, it can't help but make people admire.

The shopkeeper thought so in his heart, and said lazily: "Painting scenery is good, but I want to be able to draw people..."

"I can also draw people." Song Qingming said quickly.

The shopkeeper pretended to be thinking, and said after a while: "Then you try."

Song Qingming nodded.

The shopkeeper got up and went to the back room to search for a while, holding a book for a while, and handing it to Song Qingming.

"Copy the pictures in this book. There are pens and paper on the table over there."

Song Qingming nodded in response, took the book and walked to the corner table and sat down.

Without even reading the title, he turned to the first page.

On the paper, a man and a woman are hugging each other. When Wu Shan first saw it, the gorgeous picture jumped into his eyes.

Song Qingming closed the book with a 'snap', his face flushed red.

Hearing the movement, the shopkeeper looked at him strangely: "What's wrong?"

"This this……"

He hesitated for a long time before he could squeeze out an embarrassing sound from his throat.

"...Is this a secret play in the room?"

The author has something to say:

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Treasurer: Mr. Song Qingming, a well-known painter, is the latest masterpiece of secret drama in the house. It will be released in Nuantao Academy soon. The top 110 buyers will get Mr. Song's autograph. Buy one copy with [-] lines, and buy two copies for only [-] lines!Don't rush to buy! !

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