Chapter 253

The moon is very bright in the late night, orange moonlight draped in the street, like a quiet flowing river, people can't bear to step on it.

Xiang Yu came on foot. After crossing several streets, he came to a narrow alley.

"Seventeen lanes..."

Xiang Yu walked in slowly. Although there was no one, he could still see how lonely the business was.

Because all the doors are very old, and the words on the hanging cloth with the words "iron" or "miscellaneous" are worn seriously. If business is good, it is absolutely necessary to repair them.

"One, two,..., sixteen, seventeen, just seventeen. No wonder it's called seventeen lane."

Xiang Yu came to the deepest 17th house, looked up and saw the word "study".

Some excited, because it is Xiang Ru's handwriting, which he is very familiar with and often sees in his dreams...

take out the brass key given by Ye Xue, the clear unlocking sound rings in the alley, the wooden door "creaks" is pushed open, at the same time, there is an oil lamp on his palm.

By the light, Xiang Yu looked around the room.

The whole room is not big. Facing the door is a white wall full of calligraphy and paintings. On both sides are bookshelves, on which many books are neatly placed.

In addition, there is a set of tables and chairs on the edge of the window, which is a bit messy.

Xiang Yu first came to the front of the word, which was not written by Xiang Ru. It should be from some famous scholars.

Then he looked at the painting. To Xiang Yu's surprise, the contents of the painting were mostly black and white, some of which he even knew!

"Ten thousand demon Grottoes... Ten thousand poison Valley... Snow leaf mountain, eh? This, this is the first layer of the underworld

Xiang Yu was shocked. Although he had only been on the first floor for a short time, he still remembered the feeling and scenery inside. Besides, there were just a few black monkeys in the painting, which were not the ghost monkeys!

After that, Xiang Yu carefully observed several other paintings and found the pictures of Ming Jiao, Ming hedgehog and Ming bat, which must correspond to the other layers.

Xiang Yu counted for a while, and there were seven kinds of netherworld beasts in total. It seems that the netherworld frogs on the eighth and ninth layers were not collected here.

But even so, he was surprised to know that in order to enter the first level, the niuyu of Qianji Yinniu clan had made great efforts, and the other levels must be more difficult.

"What are you studying..."

with doubts, Xiang Yu went to the bookshelf and looked through the books one by one.

What makes him helpless is that the content of the book is very messy, ranging from stars to folk customs.

It took Xiang Yu two hours to look through it. He got nothing and finally came to the desk in front of the window.

There's a lot of dust on it. It shows the real face of the table after blowing gently.

There is a common inkstone on the simple desk. There are two pieces of yellow paper under the inkstone and a dry brush beside it.

Xiang Yu took away the inkstone and opened the first piece of paper.

"Why

Yes, it's just a word "Yu" written by Gonggong, but this simple word reminds Xiang Yu a lot.

For many years, he had no chance to meet anyone surnamed "Yu", except Shitian's master, Yu you.

This surname seems to have become a taboo, unless you have the ability to do so, you can't control it at all.

But it happened that this word appeared in Xiang Ru's library.

"Are you related to Yu you? Or to find the secret about you? "

Xiang Yu could only guess like this. Then he put the first paper aside and opened the second one.

It's not a word, but a picture of a very young boy.

Although it was made with a brush, I could see that the painting was very attentive, even the boy's joyful eyes could see clearly.

"Father..."

Xiang Yu burst into tears. The boy in this picture is no other than Xiang Yu when he was five years old, and he was Xiang Yu the day before Xiang Ru left...

that day, Xiang Yu learned the Qiwen of blood and the Qiwen of moon feeling, and formally embarked on the road of cultivation. Xiang Ru made a delicious reward, so he was really happy.

But unexpectedly, that delicious meal was the last meal before leaving...

looking at this exquisite portrait, Xiang Yu was quite sure that Xiang Ru didn't want to leave. He must have something to do.

Xiang Yu collected the two pieces of paper into the storage ring. After hesitation, he put away the more than ten paintings on the wall.

These are all related to the underworld. It may be useful to go there if you have a chance in the future. Besides, Xiang Yu always feels that Xiang Ru deliberately left them for him.

Just put all the paintings away, but I heard a roar behind.

"There comes the thief. How dare he steal in the seventeen Lane!"

Xiang Yu turned around and saw an old man with white hair, holding a lantern in his left hand and a stick in his right. He seemed to want to start.But he has no accomplishments...

"it's you..."

before Xiang Yu explained, the old man with white hair came up with a lantern and looked at it carefully. Finally, he shook his head and turned around.

"I've got the wrong person. You can leave the stolen things behind and go..."

the old man's tone is a little lonely. Xiang Yu has been practicing for many years, and you can see that the old man's life span is not much.

"Are you looking for Xiang ru?"

The old man was very surprised. He looked back and asked excitedly, "why, do you know him? Where is he? "

"He is my father. I separated from him when I was five years old. I also want to know where he is. Can you give me more information?"

The old man continued to stare at Xiang Yu, looking thoughtful.

"No wonder, although the appearance is not like, but the feeling is too similar, you come with me!"

After the old man said that, he turned around and left. Xiang Yu kept up with him after locking the library. After a few breath, he came to a shop in the middle of the alley.

"Pen house..."

following the old man in, Xiang Yu was surprised to see that the same small room was full of brushes, thick, thin, long and short, all neatly placed on the shelf.

Xiang Yu couldn't help wondering if someone would buy so many brushes?

The old man looked proud when he saw these pens. He sat down on a futon and pulled out a piece of wood, a few animal manes, and a knife slightly longer than the palm of his hand.

"That's how I used to make brushes. Your father was chatting with me and staring at me for several months. He didn't know what he was looking at."

"Master, are you good at calligraphy?"

The old man shook his head and denied, "my name is Wang Xi. Just call me Xi Lao. In fact, I can't read, let alone write. I can only rely on this brush to make a living."

Xiang Yu was very puzzled. He knew that Xiang Ru could not come here for no reason. He thought he would learn calligraphy from Xi Lao so as to improve the Qiwen. Unexpectedly, he didn't even know the words.

Xiang Yu didn't know what to say for a moment, so he had to sit down and watch the old man make a brush.

In his right hand, he held the sharp knife and skillfully scratched on the stick. Soon a smooth penholder appeared.

The old man picked up a small bristle, and with a slight wave of the knife in his right hand, a soft brush appeared.

The rest is to put the pen head and pen holder together. It is this scene that makes Xiang Yu suddenly realize!

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