Chapter 31: Drawing a Dog?

Although it doesn’t cost a penny, Bai Yuming’s enthusiasm for the New Year hasn’t diminished.

After getting the red paper, Bai Yuming cut the red paper to the size of small couplets, then he cut forty sheets before giving up. He decided to grind a large ink ingot and two brushes of different sizes, with quite a bit of a posture to write the twenty couplets.

That’s what Bai Yuming thought.

“I’ll write a few more couplets, and choose the best writing to stick them.” Bai Yuming is very self-aware of his own words. “Little Shushu, you could assist me and paste the couplets on the archway at the foot of the mountain.”

Although the only broken house on Yuexue Peak was destroyed by heavy snow, along with the small stone road up the mountain was also covered by heavy snow, but the archway at the foot of the mountain was still standing. There’s also Mrs. Bai Yu’s inscription.

Occasionally, when a disciple passed by, one glance at the memorial archway could tell that this mountain was called Yuexue Peak, and there’s a powerful elder who lives in the mountain.

With the mentality wanting to show off his young disciple, Bai Yuming wanted Mo Shulin to write a copy and paste it to the archway.

Mo Shulin heard Bai Yuming wanted to practice his hands by drawing some couplets, took the opportunity to propose and said: “Master, I have an attack and rebound formation spell here. Or, you want to read it while making the couplets?”

Even if the couplets would have ugly characters, at least they could sell it for some spirit stone, not wasting any papers.

“Right. We always have wild animals coming in at random times, we need to add formation spell like how others do it.” Bai Yuming doesn’t have the concept of money in his mind, but he hopes that his and the disciple’s residence will be better.

Mo Shulin smiled and nodded, without reminding Bai Yuming.

He figured out that Bai Yuming would lose interest in anything related to money, but when he can push things away and be lazy, Bai Yuming would have a lot of energy, always thinking that he’s busy being lazy all day long, accompanied with a stick of incense to play with. If it’s something that has something to do with human relationships, although Bai Yuming doesn’t like it, he’ll do it seriously.

Bai Yuming, the rabbit demon, is really weird.

Seeing that Bai Yuming was grinding his ink seriously, there was nothing to do in the cave, Mo Shulin said, “Master, I’ll go out to chop some trees to make a door.”

“Make a door? What door?” Bai Yuming paused with ink smeared on his hand, he questioned.

“The couplet should be pasted in a flat and dry place.” Mo Shulin reminded helplessly.

They live in a cave now, and the mountain is covered by heavy snow, although the cave entrance looks very artistic surrounded by white snow, but he can’t stick the couplet on the snow.

To paste couplets, you still need a sturdy door.

“Right.” Bai Yuming set down the ink ingot, “I’ll go with you. It’s a big tree, you won’t be able to cut it.”

A ten-year-old child has no shoulder as wide as a tree trunk. How could he bear to let such a small child went to chop the tree alone.

Mo Shulin didn’t refuse. It was indeed a bit troublesome for him to cut the tree alone.

However, Mo Shulin really didn’t expect that Bai Yuming could even get lost in Yuexue Peak where he lives.

Mo Shulin was small and he got pulled along by Bai Yuming, not caring where they were walking. He was thinking about the size of the cave, how many trees to cut later, and what kind of door to make.

When they stopped, Mo Shulin found himself walking back to the entrance of the cave.

Mo Shulin almost didn’t react, thinking that he had lost his memory, and mistakenly thought that he and Bai Yuming already cut down some trees, hence how he came back.

He looked up at Bai Yuming, only seeing Bai Yuming let out an awkward cough.

Bai Yuming glanced around, not daring to look at Mo Shulin, “It’s too tiring to walk, let’s sit in a spirit boat.” It’s better to recognize the landscape by looking down from the top.

Mo Shulin: “…”

Even if Bai Yuming is a lunatic, he shouldn’t be this crazy, right?

How big is Yuexue Peak?

He can run a circle around the mountainside every morning. How can Bai Yuming get lost in the place where he has lived for many years?

Mo Shulin’s soul has lived for thousands of years, but his knowledge about Bai Yuming has been refreshed again and again.

Mo Shulin understood that Bai Yuming was not suitable for any physical work.

This time it was replaced by Mo Shulin who’s leading the way, soon he picked a ginkgo tree that was thick and straight and already lost it’s vitality. The ginkgo leaves have long since fallen out, the bare tree is somewhat poignant.

Bai Yuming cuts down the ginkgo tree with a simple technique. As soon as the storage bag is loosened and opened, the ginkgo wood was placed inside the storage bag.

When the two returned to the entrance of the cave, Bai Yuming let out the tree that’s several tens of meters vertically.

Bai Yuming squinted his eyes and looked at the height of the tree for a moment. With a wave of his hand, there was no change on the surface of the wood for a second, but next the tree broke into two sections.

Bai Yuming held the high section with his other hand pointing to the left, and the bottom section of wood obediently moved to the side. The tall section of the tree fell to the ground, got chopped into two pieces by Bai Yuming.

Mo Shulin stared at Bai Yuming’s clean movements, almost didn’t recognize Bai Yuming.

He really didn’t know that his master who can write such an ugly handwriting, who lived in his own territory and still got lost, could actually use these techniques in a calm and natural manner.

Suddenly, Mo Shulin remembered that although Bai Yuming didn’t do well in other aspect, but he’s exceeds in terms of spiritual power.

This is probably talent.

“The lighting in our cave isn’t very good. How about a sliding door?” Bai Yuming said and demonstrated by hand. “We can make two doors and push the door to the left and right on weekdays. The couplet could stick to the edge of the door at night. When closing the door, the couplet would be placed in the middle, so we don’t have to see it. During the day, the door doesn’t have to be pushed completely, leaving a space for the couplet, so we can see the couplet without blocking the light.”

“Okay. Master’s proposal is very good. “Mo Shulin also didn’t want to use a partition door. It’s inconvenient to open and close the door, meaning he must do this kind of rough work. Bai Yuming’s proposal completely resolved his doubts.

This method was unexpectedly figured out by Bai Yuming.

It really made him felt admiration.

With a direction in mind, the two worked harder and more motivated.

Chopping the wood in large chunks, Bai Yuming made the sliding door while Mo Shulin carved and polished the embryonic wooden door.

It took a long time to carve flowers. Bai Yuming couldn’t do these fine work, so he could only go back and continue to write couplets.

Bai Yuming wrote two couplets, with crooked characters. This brush is really hard to control, the nib is soft, making Bai Yuming always has a sense of powerlessness with nowhere to express.

He also tried to draw it down like cursive script. But others work can be called cursive script, while Bai Yuming’s characters were more like ghost painted symbols than the actual ghost painted symbols itself. In the end, he wrote it down carefully, without attempting to make another calligraphy in one stroke.

After writing the couplet and two horizontal ones, Bai Yuming always felt that something was missing.

Bai Yuming thought for a while, but realized the two sliding door were gone.

He immediately cut several more sheets of paper in a hurry, trying to think more ideas early. When he finished writing, Bai Yuming quickly drew what he wanted.

“Master, why did you draw a dog? Isn’t this the year of rabbit?” Mo Shulin approached and saw the picture, his face was puzzled.

When Mo Shulin specially cut different styles of red paper for Bai Yuming, he discovered that Bai Yuming had new ideas. But he didn’t want to affect Bai Yuming’s interest, waited until Bai Yuming placed down his brush before he walked over and take a look.

“This is a rabbit.” Bai Yuming squinted, he affirmed.

He obviously felt that the cartoon rabbit he drew was quite fascinating, except that the brush he held was a little shaky and the lines were crooked.

“But…” Mo Shulin pointed to the short and chubby ears, and wanted to ask something, seeing Bai Yuming’s “I’m very angry, I don’t want to talk to you” expression, Mo Shulin became silent.

Mo Shulin wanted to remedy the situation by praising Bai Yuming, but he couldn’t do it after he referred the rabbit as a dog, so he decided to leave silently.

Master said that this is a rabbit so it’s rabbit.

Only a happy New Year can make money.

Mo Shulin was just a little worried. After two days he went out to sell the couplets, others would regard this rabbit as a dog. What kind of expression would his master make?