"never mind."

The girl just wanted to prolong her life and had no interest in peerless magic or anything like that.

"Miss, it's getting late. Let's get some rest early. The third princess will be going down the mountain in a few days. Let's go back to the palace early. We are always worried in this remote mountainous area." Sixth Aunt changed the subject.

"I'll sit down for a while."

The girl returned to the painting, sat down, and looked quietly at the purple-clad girl in the ink painting. The girl stood on the rock, her robe fluttering, and her long hair among the mountains and rivers, as if there was life.

Aunt Six also stood quietly in a corner, sighing secretly.

…

the next day.

The autumn sunshine is very warm and bright, and the cold wind at night is driven away by the warm light.

After the girl got up, washed and had her meal, she took her sixth aunt and two towering men to the home of the immortal.

Jingshan Town is not big, and it only takes a stick of incense to get from the girl's hotel to the deity's home.

The four of them walked to the dilapidated earth-walled courtyard of Lu Shenxian. The two wooden doors of the courtyard gate had been smashed, leaving only a doorway. The four of them walked straight into the courtyard.

How the yard was yesterday is still how it is today.

The painted door panel was still resting on the dark square table, and on top of the charcoal stove, there was still the unfinished pork head in the bowl. However, the charcoal fire had been extinguished and the steaming pork head had solidified.

On the ground, several wine jars were still lying crooked on the ground.

"Zhou Sen, Zhou Sen!" the girl shouted.

"No need to shout, they escaped." Aunt Six said with a bitter smile.

"What! Escaped?" There was an incredible expression on the girl's face.

"Look at this pig's head meat. There was so much left when we left yesterday. This bowl was also laid out like this at that time, and the wine was not drunk. This shows that they packed it away immediately after we left. Xiruan ran away."

"What the hell? He still owes me eight paintings!" The girl was so angry that she kicked over a bench.

"The young lady gave him 20,000 imperial coins, and he gave the young lady two paintings. We already owe each other nothing." Sixth Aunt said with a smile.

"...then...then...why did he run away?" The girl was angry.

"We scared him yesterday. Although he is a little wild and unrestrained, he is just a scholar. He was so tormented by us that he couldn't stop pissing himself and ran away." Sixth Aunt said.

"Hmph, I want to see where he escapes to!"

The girl snorted coldly, regained her dignity, glanced around the yard, and walked out first.

…

The girl Jingshan Town was angry and did not mention it.

It is said that Zhou Sen and Lu Shenxian were driving non-stop in a dilapidated awning carriage.

The two of them were already penniless at this time. Fortunately, they were good at talking to gods and told people fortunes along the way. Although they were poor, they still had no problem living shamelessly. The two of them had a bumpy journey to Wu. The caravan’s terminal station is north of Chengdu.

Northern Chengdu was the capital of the former dynasty and was rich in chrysanthemums, so it was also called Chrysanthemum City.

Jucheng has reached the north of the Han Empire.

Jucheng in northern Chengdu is a city full of flowers. The Jucheng Flower Fair held every five years has become a dream place for literati.

It was a grand event held every five years, and the streets were extremely lively. There were elegant young men everywhere with long swords on their waists and folding fans in their hands. Some ladies from small families could not bear the loneliness of spring, so they invited their companions to walk on the street, and the air It is filled with the fragrance of women.

Of course, the prostitute is like a crucian carp crossing the river, slithering in and out among the women, causing screams from time to time. Some chivalrous young men hear the sound and come, and a beautiful encounter is inevitable.

In a wide street, there was a sea of ​​people, and the deafening cheers could be heard from a distance.

Zhou Sen and Lu Shenxian followed the crowd and inquired along the way, only to find out that they happened to be attending the Jucheng Festival held every five years.

As the crowd moved forward, the two of them arrived at the place where they were shouting, and then they saw that the same huge platform had been built in this wide space.

Talented people and beauties from all over the world gathered in Jucheng to dance, write and show off their talents.

There are civilized poets and countless young talents from all over the country, including poor and talented scholars as well as richly dressed princes and grandsons.

The teahouses and restaurants on the street are already filled with rich ladies from high-ranking officials. They are all graceful and elegant. Many of them are not allowed to go out. At this time, their faces are full of excitement, and they are looking at these knowledgeable people.

The handsome and talented people glanced over.

At every Jucheng Flower Fair, there will be many stories of talented people and beauties falling in love at first sight, which have become popular stories. This is the main reason why the Jucheng Flower Fair is becoming more and more lively.

At this time on the stage, some students who had studied hard had a rare opportunity to show their talents in front of so many people. Each word was exquisite and tit-for-tat. The audience not only burst into applause, but also made the talented students more energetic and high-spirited, and the atmosphere was very active.

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Zhou Sen, who had been reading poetry since childhood, was originally very interested in this kind of grand event. However, he and Lu Shenxian were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs. After watching for a while, they felt absent-minded and uninterested, so they discussed it.

, sell a painting first, get some money for a meal, and then watch the fun.

Action is worse than a heartbeat.

After the two reached an agreement, they immediately squeezed out of the crowd.

When the two of them wanted to find an open space to paint, they found that the slightly empty spaces on both sides of the street were occupied by people, either selling candied haws or buying sewing bags and the like, and there were countless people selling calligraphy and paintings.

"Are all the talented people from the Han Empire here?" Looking at the calligraphy and paintings hanging everywhere, Huishenxian was dumbfounded.

"Even if not all come, half should be about the same." Zhou Sen smiled bitterly.

Most of the people who come to the Flower Club in Jucheng are poor students, some of whom have come a long way, more than a thousand miles away. Most of them have to pay for their expenses by selling some calligraphy and paintings. When they arrive in Jucheng, north of Chengdu, they still have to prepare the expenses for their return home. Occasionally,

Literary friends are involved in romance, and the expenses are huge. Now that Ju City is crowded with people, they will naturally not miss the opportunity to make money.

Faced with such a huge gathering of people, some vendors would naturally not miss it. As early as a few days ago, there were some vendors occupying seats on the street.

Zhou Sen and Lu Shenxian had no choice but to find an open space in a remote place, where they spread out pens, ink, paper and inkstones and started business.

At this time, Zhou Sen did not think about painting any masterpieces that would be handed down from generation to generation. He just wanted to make a living and improvised a painting called "Struggle for Beauty". This painting is a picture of hundreds of flowers. Although it is not the best, it is suitable for the occasion.

of top quality.

Lu Shenxian had great confidence in Zhou Sen. He thought that Zhou Sen would cause a sensation when he painted, and he even put on a show, but no one paid attention, and no one even looked around. Until Zhou Sen finished painting, there was no one.

A man came over to take a look.

The bad things are not over yet.

After finishing the painting, the two of them confidently waited for the benefactor to come to their door. They imagined that after receiving the money, they would go out to a restaurant and chop large pieces of food. However, they were disappointed. For a full hour, no one stopped to watch. If not for the

On the road where the endless flow must pass, it can be described as a deserted place.

There was nothing I could do about it, so I had no choice but to go back to my old job. I bought a piece of bamboo from a nearby shop and hung up the fortune-telling signboard with "Iron Mouth and Bronze Teeth". After hanging it, the two of them noticed that just before they

Less than ten feet away, there were at least seven blind and lame fortune tellers.

The most important thing is that those fortune tellers all look like immortals, but on the other hand, the immortals have sly eyebrows and dirty faces.

"You'd better put it away." Zhou Sen glanced at Huishenxian's wretched face and said with a wry smile.

"You don't look down on me either!" At this moment, Huishenxian had no fighting spirit at all, and he felt that Zhou Sen was looking down on him, so he was furious.

"...I'm hungry, brother, you are wasting your time and your life!" Zhou Sen touched his belly and wailed.

People are like iron, food is like steel. Zhou Sen was tortured by the mysterious runes planted by Master Ye Rong. His body was already weak, and now he was hungry. It was not impossible that he would die on the street.

In fact, Zhou Sen has decided to go to Xinghuo Trading Company even if he risks exposing his identity.

"Okay, okay... just wait, just wait for me here. I'll go get something to eat first to fill my stomach and then we'll make further plans."

"Go ahead, I'll wait for you here." Zhou Sen urged, touching his dry belly.

Lu Shenxian packed up his ancestral attire for dinner, ran into the crowd, and soon disappeared.

When Zhou Sen waited for two more sticks of incense, there was still no one interested, not even a curious customer. Zhou Sen was bored in every possible way, so he simply sat down and practiced the "power" of the majestic realm.

Only after being awakened by the poem "Cut the knife to cut off the water, the water will flow more, raise a cup to relieve sorrow and sorrow will become more sorrowful", Zhou Sen was inspired to have great ambitions, and the two furnace fires in his body finally carried the martial arts

The mysterious rune planted by Master Ye Rong on Zhou Sen.

Master Ye Rong never dreamed that Zhou Sen was the body of the furnace. Otherwise, she would have killed Zhou Sen directly.

Unfortunately, Master Ye Rong didn't know that to her, although Zhou Sen had done some earth-shattering things, he was still just a small person, an insignificant person, so small that she was too embarrassed to do it herself.

Zhou Sen used the fire of the furnace to continuously refine the mysterious runes, and the realm of "power" provided Zhou Sen with a steady stream of power.

What makes Zhou Sen depressed is that although the fire of the furnace withstood the devouring of the mysterious runes, and even showed signs of back-devouring the runes, the mysterious runes only lost their offensive capabilities, but they were still entrenched in his strange scriptures.

The eight meridians are majestic and motionless.

If the runes are not refined, Zhou Sen's "power" realm will not progress, and his power will remain at the current stage from beginning to end.

At this stage!

At this stage, Zhou Sen is no different from ordinary people.

Facing the immovable rune, Zhou Sen had no choice. The only thing he could do was to temper it repeatedly, hoping for a miracle to happen.

So what exactly are runes?

Could it be that like the seal of martial arts, it originated from ancient power?

Seal of Kung Fu!
To be continued...