Jiu Tun thought about it for a moment, then smiled and said: "Ah, I am not a ungrateful woman. It's better not to ruin the master's good deeds, haha~"
Ibaraki was completely puzzled. She looked at Shuten, the light fell on her face through the dim light, and Ibaraki showed a deep expression.
"..."
Her lips moved slightly, but she said nothing.
……
In the cemetery of the village at the foot of the mountain, Musashi moved his hands and feet, his face as if welcoming the spring breeze.
"He is really lucky, and he is a bunch of beauties~ Hehe!"
The dazzling swordsman smiled foolishly, as if she was thinking about how to eat the tofu of these beauties in the future.
In response, Souji shook his head and said casually: "That purple-skinned woman seems to be more than just a ghost..."
She pondered for a while and shook her head, and then she found that Yang Yuhuan seemed to be deep in thought.
"Yuyu, is there something wrong?"
The director's voice reached his ears, and Yang Yuhuan just came back to his senses, and immediately said: "I just think that woman with long black hair, who looks like a Bodhisattva, is a little strange..."
Because you look lonely: Chapter 225: Vulgar City Woman
"A play within a play, a painting within a painting."
In a dilapidated temple, the remaining people expressed admiration, "This game is indeed beyond my expectation. Mr. Hokusai, you got back [-]%."
The king who defeated the gods admitted his defeat.
But there was no trace of loss or worry on his face. Instead, he was full of smiles, like a child who saw his favorite toy.
"If not, it would be boring. If the enemy is an ugly and weak person, it would be a bit boring."
The young man's voice was very pleasant, as if he was a knight-errant who knew nothing about the world.
His words echoed in the small ruined temple, and there was a faint sound of snowflakes outside the door, which mixed together made people want to because the young man's spirit is always charming, it adds a bit of vitality to this slightly cold painting.
The girl with black round hair listened, the corners of her mouth raised unnaturally.
"You are probably the kind of person who is not happy when his opponent is weak." Katsushika said with a smile on his face, "There is obviously a more relaxed way, but you decided to take a long detour. Well, that's really good."
When the others heard this, they were speechless and laughed.
"There is no way, I am a stupid and cruel person..."
Katsushika's eyes were awe-inspiring and the corners of his eyes were sharp, so he nodded frequently, "Yeah, I understand. After all, for people like me who have everything they want, the only pleasure is probably to have fun."
"You know it very well." The rest also smiled after hearing this.
In the ruined temple, Katsushika Yingwei and the others joked for a while, as if they had known each other for a long time.
"------"
After a long time, the two finally got back to business.
"The content that has been drawn cannot be changed. At most, it can only be modified a little." Katsushika Yingwei looked serious, "The picture book drawn by dad probably describes the story of being stuck in the bridal chamber."
"So, dad seemed to have added a few more paintings to the previous picture book, blending several 'ghosts' together, and then added a painting of lifting the hijab after the painting of entering the bridal chamber."
After hearing the words, the rest recalled for a moment and confirmed that they fell into this place the moment they lifted the bride's hijab. Then about 3 minutes later, Katsushika stumbled into the ruined temple.
Thinking of this, the other man nodded slightly and said immediately: "A painting within a painting, a play within a play, I'm afraid it's the classic story of being dragged into a dream by a ghost, wandering through ghosts or the underworld."
"Speaking of which, your father's paintings seem to have some, um, meaning of the legends of the Six Dynasties."
This is the description of the rest.
The "Six Dynasties" refers to the novels with supernatural colors during the Han, Wei and Six Dynasties. Most of them originated from the strange stories of witches and alchemists. They became popular in the Tang Dynasty and were introduced to Japan together with the great development of Buddhism and Taoism in the Tang Dynasty.
In fact, many rural ghost stories in Japan are actually related to Buddhism and Shintoism, and also incorporate the style of the Six Dynasties.
But the picture book stories drawn by Hokusai are actually a bit too old.
"Dad is a painter, so what stories do you know!"
Katsushika Yingwei's tone sounded like that of a vulgar city girl, "Basically, I can see it from the pictures of ladies in the Tang Dynasty, or the pictures of ghosts and monsters, or what the old man Quting Maqin said."
The female painter's strong voice reached his ears, and the rest of them pondered for a while before accepting her statement.
"In that case, why is Miss Yingwei here?"
"Hum-"
Katsushika couldn't help but smile as he showed a proud expression.
"Brother, you have to thank me. You were originally going to fall into a place like endless hell and fight with a bunch of crazy ghosts and monsters."
"but!"
Katsushika raised his tone of voice, as if to show off.
"Arong, I noticed something unnatural in dad's comic strips, so I made a painting and inserted it in."
As she spoke, she jumped up happily and showed off this dilapidated little temple in the snow.
"That's the ruined temple we are in now. Wait a minute, I will make a new painting, and little brother, you have to enter the painting. That is the part of 'Eternal Hell' that daddy painted."
"It is the concrete maze of girls' emotions. Brother, as long as you conquer the maze, it is equivalent to conquering their heart. I am not bad to you, right?"
Hearing this, the rest immediately understood what the other party meant and said with a smile: "Do you mean to defeat each one?"
"correct!"
Katsushika should nod in satisfaction.
The rest thought of the previous wedding. He was not sure how the brides felt, but he felt a bit unreal.
"Alas! Maybe the men who married women before they saw their appearance in ancient times had similar feelings." The young man actually felt a little melancholy. "It's just that those women suffered. Even if the groom is melancholy, he can still show his face after all. It's the woman's My whole life is decided.”
"------"
Katsushika was startled when he heard this, blinked, and then chuckled and said: "Brother, what you said is wrong, those are the things of famous nobles, ordinary people like us, how can we be so particular. "
"When I first got married, I drank three glasses of wine and it was considered a marriage. The first thing I did when I got married was to go to the studio to paint. As a result, I had a fight with the guy and went directly to my mother's house."
"After I returned home, before my father could be surprised, the divorce letter from the other side was sent over."
"Only these well-fed and wealthy families are so particular. For us, we can just be casual."
Katsushika heard the slightly vulgar words, and the rest felt that her words had some truth to them, and immediately said: "Miss Arong, can I ask the reason why you quarreled with that so-and-so?"
Katsushika said "Ah" in response, and said casually: "It's just that that guy's painting is terrible! What else do you want me to stop painting in the future? As long as he paints to support the family, I just want to be a good husband and raise children." .”
"So, he and I had a big fight. Just after we got married, less than a day later, I ran back to my parents' house."
"Dad was shocked at that time!"
Speaking of the past, Katsushika Yingwei showed a trace of nostalgia on his face, and then burst into a bright smile.
The rest said: "That man is really not good. He obviously has insufficient skills, but he blames you. Things like painting skills have nothing to do with gender or age. If you can't compare, you can't compare."
The young man's soft words reached his ears, and an inexplicable emotion arose in Katsushika Yingwei's heart. It was not a girl's love, but a more complicated thought.
Just because she didn't tell everything. For example, the real reason why she and her husband quarreled was that she suddenly discovered that the reason why the other party married her was to surpass her in the field of painting.
————You are already married, what else are you painting?
Katsushika suddenly realized that after she got married, she lost the qualification to be a painter. Even if she left behind a masterpiece in the future, it would probably be regarded as her husband's work...
She clearly didn't finish her words, but the other party knew what she was thinking.
"So, I packed up my gifts and returned to my father's place."
There was no reason, Katsushika should have said such a sentence carelessly, but when it reached the ears of others, it was worth a thousand words.
"You just chose to be a painter."
He said this with warm eyes, as if he had seen through Katsushika's heart.
At that moment, the corners of Katsushika's eyes dropped gently. Even though he warned himself in his heart, the corners of his mouth still rose uncontrollably.
Then, her heart felt inexplicably empty, and Katsushika's eyes dimmed inexplicably.
The remaining people's pretentiously vulgar voices came to my ears.
"Speaking of which, that person is really bad. He let a beauty like Ah Rong go like this. You have to have a taste first." The vulgar jokes in the market came to my ears.
It was obviously a very tasteless joke, but Katsushika felt relieved.
"Brother, you are wrong about this." Katsushika Yingwei smiled, "I used to like not only drinking but also smoking, and I was also a bitch. My brother seems to be called, well, the devil. "
The rest were startled when they heard this, and carefully looked at Katsushika's pretty face.
"Then you should really be grateful for the law that after becoming a Heroic Spirit, you will appear in optimal physical condition." The rest was full of emotion, "I can't help but have my teeth corrected, and even the traces caused by smoking have disappeared. With her excellent foundation, she can be regarded as a top beauty."
Katsushika shrugged his shoulders and said: "If I had this kind of beauty before, I wouldn't be disgusted by a male prostitute. In the end, I had to watch and learn, without any chance of actual combat."
At this point, Katsushika touched Yu's upper arm with his elbow, his eyes full of teasing.
"Brother, are you interested in giving it a try to increase the girl's first-time performance or something? I feel like your technique should be quite good, and I can practice it once. Maybe my painting skills will be greatly improved!"
The rest did not answer, but looked sideways at the girl, showing a lonely look.
"..."
The young man opened his mouth to speak, but said nothing. In the end, he just smiled and teased.
"Forget it, if Miss Arong falls asleep halfway through, it will be a lifelong shadow."
Because Katsushika should be the woman in the painting, there is no joy between men and women, only the drowning of the world of mortals, and... a ray of light.
Because you look lonely: Chapter 226 The Demon King’s Daughter
"All right!"
In the dilapidated temple in the wind and snow, a piece of rice paper hung on the ancient wall. Katsushika must have loosened the paintbrush, and she was extremely happy.
After hearing the words, the rest followed the sound and saw that the painting was a Japanese Ukiyo-e. It used countless colors and lines to depict a scene of a hero killing a goddess.
"How's it going? Ah Rong, my painting skills haven't deteriorated, right?"
Seeing the wrinkled expression on the boy's face as he stared at the painting, Katsushika ignored the traces of paint on his cheeks and asked the boy for his opinion.
"..."
The rest pondered for a while and said truthfully, "About 99 points."
Katsushika Yingwei blinked, put down the brush in his hand, and said immediately: "You mean the [-]-point system?"
The rest nodded.
"Hey, I'm a little embarrassed to be praised like this by little brother." Katsushika squirmed in response and raised his hand to touch the back of his head.
Then, not long after she was proud, she heard the others' mechanical and emotionless voices.
"You're just one point away from becoming a painter."
The implication is that--you are still just a painter.
"------"
Katsushika was stunned at first, his eyes showing a bit of loneliness, and the next moment he turned his head with a playful smile, his cheeks bulging.
"Brother, you are totally useless~ Seeing how carefree you are, I thought you would say something to coax a woman."
To this...
"Miss Ah Rong, who writes about the misery of promiscuous women and doesn't believe in sweet words at all, I'm very busy!"
After leaving these words, the rest walked towards the painting on the wall, then passed through the painting and fell into a ridiculous story (dream).
"..."
Katsushika stood there in response and did not move for a long time, only showing a trace of self-mockery.
"I can't help it... Sure enough, I'm just a painter..."
The girl painter looked a little lonely, but the next moment she cheered up.
"Snapped!"
Patting her cheek with a delicate hand, Katsushika responded briskly to the wall next to her.
