Konoha Aogen
Chapter 57: Color Eyes
After Xue Rang left, there was no news for half a year. It wasn't until the "Farming Festival" of the next year that Ye Xuan received the letters and tea from him.
The letter said that Boss Xue, the head of the Xue family, "Xue Rui", would come to "Kurong City" in person this summer to discuss.
It took Xue Rang several months to convince his father to agree to this matter. It didn't take much to convince him to go all the way to "Kurong City" to talk. When buying such a large item, you have to inspect it in person. The last time "Xue Rui" went to "Kurong City" was more than forty years ago. At that time, "Kurong City" was barely prosperous, but it was far from the prosperity it is today.
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After getting the "Dark Water", except for going back and forth to the south, Mu Qing'er did not dare to waste energy on the way, so Mu Qing'er spent almost all her free time practicing swordsmanship. Having fought against Ye Xuan recently, I no longer have to be bullied by him every time.
On this day, in the "Martial Arts Arena" of the Night Palace, Mu Qing'er was practicing alone again. Now she is no longer limited to those violent and powerful sword styles, she is trying to "hide" her murderous intention.
The sharp and cold sword edge pierced the belly of a slender white fish, but did not penetrate her soft scales. The white fish shuddered as if it had been lightly pushed with a wooden pestle, and hurriedly ran away.
The dark long sword slowly pulled out of the water, reflecting a faint scarlet under the setting sun. Suddenly, a pale green moth landed on the sword body. This place is quite far away from the nearest flowers. Mu Qing'er doesn't know what attracted this moth. Looking at the frivolous and delicate figure in front of her, who seemed unable to withstand any touch, Mu Qing'er felt as if something was being awakened in her body.
No one knew before, not even Mu Qing'er herself, that the punishment of Gui Mo left something lingering in her heart. Of course, it's not the bloody whip marks, but the scene before the first whip fell, when Gui Moth was tied to the "ancient torture rack" that she bought with a lot of money:
A clump of rootless thorns extends from the shoulders and back to both arms, waist and ribs, left hip, entire left leg, ankle, and instep, but the right leg is as smooth as the bright moon.
The vines are like snakes, the leaves are like ticks, and the wild flowers are like giant spiders! The colors of the vines and flowers and leaves are completely inconsistent with the reality of this world. The thorns coiled around the body like vipers, glowing with terrifying blue, constitute the main color of the entire painting; the crazy flowers like spiders, with a dark green that is very close to brown, mock the imagination of life and wanton arrogance The most chilling thing is the dots of bright red wattle leaves that look like ticks. They are sparse and eye-catching. If you stare at them for a long time, they seem to be crawling. The ferociousness all over the body is just to set off. On the upper edge of the right hip, there is a small green moth that is so light that it is almost invisible. Mu Qing'er didn't know why she thought so, but at that time, she couldn't help but think so.
"Sister Qing'er?" Gui Mo never thought that the rope bell that disturbed her "hard work" was actually rang by Mu Qing'er. "Quick...come in and sit down." She poured the cold tea into the wooden cup in a panic, and held it in front of Mu Qing'er with both hands. Gui Mo likes to drink cold tea and knows that Mu Qing'er won't care about these details.
"Sister Qing'er, are you looking for me...what's the matter?" Gui Mo knew that if nothing happened, Mu Qing'er would never come to him to sit around.
Mu Qing'er sipped her tea, looked at the colorful sheepskin on the table, and said thoughtfully: "Oh. I want to see that painting on your body again." Mu Qing'er also knew that this was the case with Gui Moti. The request is really inappropriate. If it's an afterimage, it doesn't matter; even if it's Han Xing, it doesn't matter if he's just in front of himself. But Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo... But there's nothing she can do about it, it's only on her body.
Wisps of the setting sun filtered through the cracks in the window, illuminating the candlelight in the room. Ghost Moth's cheeks instantly turned crimson and hot. Mu Qing'er anticipated such a reaction, but got an unexpected reply.
"Sister Qing'er, is this an order?" Gui Mo's voice trembled.
"No." Mu Qing'er said softly.
"Then I don't want to show it to you, no... no, I mean, not now. Now... it's too ugly."
Mu Qing'er had already guessed the reason, and said with a slight hesitation: "It was broken, right?"
"No, it's okay. It will fade away in two years. Just get a new tattoo." The wound will heal, but the color will not be as neat as the skin.
"Then...is it still the original one?"
"Yes. 'Dark Jing Viper' was painted by the master just for me. The master said that everyone has his or her own painting." Gui Mo said with some pride and some piety.
"Whose piece is this?" Mu Qing'er lowered her head again and looked at the sheepskin on the table.
"No one's, this is my 'homework'." After saying this, Gui Mo's eyes suddenly lit up: "Sister Qing'er, do you want to learn?"
"Yes." This person responded lightly, while the other person was ecstatic. Gui Mo tried to persuade everyone in the family, even Han Xing and Guyan who ignored her, but Mu Qing'er was not persuaded.
"Then... let's go find the master tomorrow, okay?" If it wasn't already late, she really wanted to go today.
"Ah."
Knowing that Su Mishi always got up early, Gui Mo hurriedly led Mu Qing'er to the master's residence early in the morning, as if he was afraid that she would regret it. This small courtyard shrouded in strange pines was also a private property purchased by Gui Mo with dirty silver, so it should have been confiscated as well. But Ye Xuan deliberately omitted this.
"Master. This is, she is..." For more than a hundred years, it has never been Gui Mo's turn to introduce who Mu Qing'er is to others. When the matter came to an end, he was speechless and didn't know how to word it.
"Hello, I'm Mu Qing'er." Seeing the ghost moth hesitate, Mu Qing'er said herself.
"It turns out she is Xiao Mo's favorite woman, hello. My name is Su Mishi." Su Mishi can speak the Central Plains dialect very fluently, but he has never been able to learn the subtleties of the Central Plains people. Mu Qing'er seemed to have a "Western Region" face, but Su Mishi couldn't tell where her ancestors were from.
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Which tribe's blood does it contain?
"Master, you... don't talk nonsense. Sister Qing'er also wants to learn from you." Gui Mo blushed like an ignorant girl and hurriedly changed the topic.
"Okay. Come into the house." Su Mishi said and led the two of them into the house.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw strange and dazzling colors all over the table and wall. Mu Qing'er didn't ask or need guidance, so he just started to look at each one on his own. Her movements were soft and her steps were gentle, but for viewing a painting, her speed was almost rude.
Fortunately, Su Mishi was not angry. Gui Mo knew that if the master was unhappy, he would definitely show his displeasure. Hidden needles in cotton wool and swords hidden in words, these are the abilities that only Ye Xuan and Can Ying have, and they are the ones they should have.
"What do you think?" After Mu Qing'er finished reading the last picture, Su Mishi asked in a low voice.
"I want to see the painting on the little moth." Mu Qing'er didn't have any special feelings about the things in the room, including the "homework" that had been basically completed on the painting in the ghost moth's room.
"The 'underpainting' of that painting has been burned." Su Mishi said calmly.
"Master said that the same picture should not appear in two places. If it pricks me, it cannot be left on the cardboard." Afraid of Mu Qing'er's displeasure, Gui Mo quickly explained to the master.
"But the little moth's body is broken."
"It's okay, I remember."
"Exactly?"
Mu Qing'er was so serious that a rare smile appeared on "Su Mishi"'s face: "I don't know what is 'a little bit', I can only tell you whether there is a 'base color', for me it is the same."
"Yes. I want to tattoo that one, can you teach me?" Mu Qing'er looked into Su Mishi's eyes and asked sincerely.
"That 'Viper in the Dark Realm' only belongs to Xiao Mo. If you learn it, it will only be tattooed on her body." Su Mishi made a condition.
"Yes." Mu Qing'er nodded in agreement: "What does it mean to become a disciple?"
When Gui Mo called him "Master", Mu Qing'er thought that there might be some kind of ceremony before learning the art.
Mu Qing'er didn't like ceremonies, but the only solemn and ridiculous apprenticeship in her life so far was one of the images that most often came to her mind when she sat alone.
Su Mi didn't understand Mu Qing'er's meaning for a moment and looked at Gui Moth inquiringly.
"No need, Sister Qing'er." At the beginning of his training, Gui Mo tried to kowtow to Su Mishi according to the etiquette of the Central Plains, but was interrupted by him. At that time, Su Mishi's "Zhongyuan dialect" was still very unfamiliar, and he could not clearly tell Gui Mo that in his hometown, only gods were worshiped.
Later, Su Mishi gradually understood how the "Eastern natives" behaved, and gradually discovered that in his mother tongue, there was no word that could be directly translated into the "master" spoken by the "Eastern natives".
"Master" probably means "teacher, parent, benefactor, wise man, sage" mixed together, but they are all different.
"The basis of tattooing is painting skills. Can you paint?" There was no ceremony, not even transition, and Su Mishi started teaching the art directly.
"I can only use a wooden pen." Mu Qing'er replied.
Ghost Moth opened his big eyes and looked at Mu Qing'er in surprise. After so many years, she only knows that Sister Qing'er doesn't like soft pens, prefers wooden pens, and her handwriting is quite ugly. I never heard that she could paint.
"Well, just wooden pens." After saying this, Su Mishi placed a row of wooden pens of different thicknesses, a piece of hard paper and a plate of color materials on the table, and motioned for Mu Qing'er to sit down. Then he pointed to a "copper bottle on the small desk" beside the wall and said, "Draw that bottle."
He didn't take the "copper bottle" and place it in front of Mu Qing'er's eyes, because he deliberately made it more difficult. Since she said "yes", it was natural to see how far she could "know".
Mu Qing'er painted very slowly. He only dipped pure black paint in, painted a few strokes, then threw away a piece of hard paper and started painting again. This happened many times. If it weren't for Mu Qing'er, Gui Mo would have been impatient long ago. At this time, she sat quietly aside, like a well-behaved kitten, curled up in a corner where she would not be disturbed, watching Mu Qing'er's profile.
"Okay." Mu Qing'er put down the wooden pen, her voice sounded a little tired.
Gui Mo sat against the wall, looking only at Mu Qing'er, and then realized that she hadn't changed the cardboard for "nearly two hours." He stood up and walked closer to take a look, and was immediately stunned: "Sister Qing'er, this...is this what you just painted?" Not only the "outline and light and shadow" of the copper bottle are lifelike, but also the "mottled body of the bottle" and "tiny cracks in the wall" are all evident. "When did you learn this? How come I've never seen you draw before?"
"I learned it when I was young, but I am no longer familiar with it." Mu Qing'er responded lightly. Since she entered the "Lin Mansion", out of caution, the princess has not allowed her to show any skills that "slaves should not have". Since then, until this morning, after many ups and downs, Mu Qing'er has never painted again.
"The painting skills are not bad." Su Mishi nodded in approval. "Why only use Isshiki?"
Mu Qing'er looked at the color board on the table, "I couldn't tell for a while whether it had dozens or hundreds of small squares", then looked up at Su Mishi: "I can't."
"Well, I'll teach you." It was already past noon, and neither Mu Qing'er nor Su Mishi had any intention of having lunch. Gui Mo was hungry but didn't dare to mention it.
Su Mishi found that for extremely similar colors, such as apricot and orange, indigo and sapphire blue... Mu Qing'er found it difficult to tell the difference. This is a bit of a nuisance, and the exact opposite of the Ghost Moth's nuisance. Some colors looked exactly the same in Su Mishi's eyes, but Gui Mo always insisted that they were different.
"You said, you want to learn the 'Dark Realm Viper' from Stinging Little Moth, and do it exactly?" Su Mishi looked into Mu Qing'er's pale gray eyes and confirmed with her seriously.
"Yes. What's the matter?" Mu Qing'er was not good at observing words and expressions, but she could still hear something unusual in his tone.
"Your eyes... let's put it this way: you can shoot what looks exactly the same to you, but looks a little different to others."
Mu Qing'er
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He lowered his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and remained silent. She seemed to be digesting what "Su Mishi" had just told her. After a while, Fu raised his eyes again and met Su Mishi's gaze: "Well, it doesn't matter."
"Sister Qing'er, do you only like this one on me?" Before coming to see the master, Gui Mo had never expected that it would be like this. But if that's the case, that's fine, no... that's best.
"Yes." Mu Qing'er nodded without any hesitation.
"Is it because... it's tattooed on my body? Can you imagine how this and this one would look on my body? Or on someone else." Gui Moth didn't understand why he was asking this question. Are you unwilling or worried?
"I don't want to know." Mu Qing'er responded indifferently.
Su Mishi shook his head and sighed, but it was not a sigh of disappointment: "Some people only recognize what they see at first sight."
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"You want to learn this...can you take off your clothes?" When he learned where Mu Qing'er went during the day, this was the first question that came to Ye Xuan's mind.
Mu Qing'er smiled lightly, with a rare naughtiness on her face: "How can anyone get tattooed while wearing clothes?"
"Ah?" After only a moment of shock, Ye Xuan knew that he had been tricked. He sighed in frustration, and said pitifully: "Alas... It used to be 'I conquer you, you conquer them, and all of them conquer me'. Now even this balance is gone, and you have begun to tease me."
Mu Qing'er is not in the temperament to make fun of others, and her joking attitude immediately subsides: "I just want to learn...to pierce the little moth's body. Have you seen it?"
Ye Xuan's expression suddenly stiffened, and he was bitter in his heart: "This...should I say I have seen it, or haven't seen it?"
"Yes, I have seen it." Ye Xuan finally did not want to lie to his senior sister, so he answered feeling a little guilty and aggrieved. I saw it, but didn't do anything. Should it be explained?
"What do you think?" Mu Qing'er's tone seemed normal. But this sentence seems like a pun.
"I think... 'plain jade' is more beautiful." Ye Xuan said it from the bottom of his heart, and hoped that Mu Qing'er could hear the flattery in it.
"Yes." Mu Qing'er sat at the table and slowly spread out the "homework" assigned by the master. Her painting skills have passed the test. Regarding color issues, Su Mishi believes that she can directly use "thorn needles" on the sheepskin to practice and improve at the same time.
"Xiao Mo and I have never had any problems." For Xiao Mo's sake, Ye Xuan decided to explain. Over the years, Henying has been whipped countless times by Mu Qing'er. Apart from her own provocations and the unspeakable reason... is there a point or two that is due to her adultery with her? Is Mu Qing'er unhappy?
"Yes." Mu Qing'er raised her head and glanced at Ye Xuan, still showing no obvious emotion. Then he opened a small porcelain box, which contained only nine boxes of color materials. "The master said there is something wrong with my eyes."
Ye Xuan was stunned and asked quickly: "What's the problem?" After saying that, he stood up from the couch and walked to Mu Qing'er.
"I can distinguish fewer colors than ordinary people."
"You... can only recognize these nine kinds?" Ye Xuan looked at the small color palette on the table and asked in surprise. He never felt anything unusual about Mu Qing'er in this regard.
"That's not the case, it's just that they are very similar and I can't tell them apart."
"Well, it shouldn't be a big deal." Mu Qing'er thought "no big deal" refers to painting and tattooing, but what Ye Xuan was thinking about was whether this small flaw would cause her to suffer when doing things with others.
"What color is this?" Ye Xuan suddenly had a strange idea in his heart. He pointed at a small square on the color plate and asked Mu Qing'er.
"blue."
"What about this?" He moved his finger two spaces to the right.
"Green. I can tell the difference." Mu Qing'er comforted lightly.
"Then if... the blue you see is green in my eyes, can we find something wrong?"
"Yes, what?" Mu Qing'er looked at Ye Xuan doubtfully.
"Use the needle in your hand to point to the color red."
Mu Qing'er didn't know why and continued to follow Ye Xuan's ridiculous instructions.
"Is this red?"
After being asked this question, Mu Qing'er actually felt a little guilty. She blinked hard and confirmed, "Yes."
"So, the blood that bleeds out after a person is injured is also this color?"
"Well, yes." Mu Qing'er didn't know what he wanted to do, so she stopped hesitating and answered whatever he asked.
"Then what is 'red'? Red is the color of plasma, and the color of plasma is red. If the blood you have seen since childhood is green, and the sunset you have seen since childhood is also green, but everyone tells you that The name of the color is 'red'. When you see plasma and the sunset in the future, you will also say that it is 'red', but in fact what you see is 'green'. Can the people around you notice it?"
Mu Qing'er remained silent, her pale gray eyes staring at the vermilion in the "Color Plate". She seemed to understand what Ye Xuan meant.
"Young Master, don't think about this, right?" After a while, Mu Qing'er gave her own answer.
Ye Xuan also felt that he shouldn't focus on such stupid things, let alone torture Mu Qing'er with it. "Yeah. Just practice."
Sheepskin, color plate, silver needle, plain hands. Under the candlelight, it is not a mysterious picture.
Exile Diary - Excerpt (62)
The weather was getting colder and colder, so I wrapped four sets of clothes around me and huddled in the cabin to barely hold on.
I asked Anese to hunt more bobcats and hares, skin them and wash them, and then I tried to make a whole blanket out of the skins in the house. Without needles, I could only sharpen the wood and make do with it. No bigger beast came to the open space in front of the wooden house, and Anese didn't dare to leave me to hunt far away.
(End of this chapter)
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