The mountains and forests are covered with snow, and the pavilions and towers built in the mountains are covered with snow.

This is Wushan, located ten miles north of the capital, and is a famous scenic spot.

In the middle of winter, it is a very miserable time for poor people, but for literati and poets, it is a rare good weather for travel.

In almost every pavilion, there are gentle and elegant snow-watchers gathered in it. Charcoal fires are set off, fine wine is warmed, and various dishes are placed on several tables, which is a rich scene of dining.

During this period, we chatted and laughed, and there were poems from time to time, which added a bit of elegance.

"Haha, I waited for nearly eight hours yesterday and finally got a word. It's so cool."

"No, Brother Hou Lin, you are so lucky, I envy you."

"Quick, take it out and take a look."

Then Brother Hou Lin carefully took out a framed character close to his body.

It is said to be a piece of characters, but in fact, the paper that is actually written is only the size of a palm, and it seems to be a little wrinkled. It has the word "zhi" written on it.

"Good words are indeed from the hands of the saint of calligraphy."

"Then you need to say that this word changes in one stroke and awesome style. There is no semicolon except the Saint of Calligraphy."

"Is this word, Brother Hou Lin willing to give up?"

"If you don't sell it, I'm going to keep it as a heirloom."

Hearing this, there was a burst of sighs around him.

The saint of calligraphy lives in the capital, and there are endless people coming to the door to ask for words all day long, and I don’t know how many people are. In such annoyance, the saint of calligraphy simply travels far away from the capital, spending most of the time outside. The dragon sees its head but not its tail.

In recent years, there are very few people who can obtain the original works of the Saint of Calligraphy. It is very rare.

Now that the year is approaching, the traveling scholar returns to his house. After hearing the news, hundreds of people immediately gather outside the scholar's mansion, waiting for the family members of the mansion to come out to take out the trash.

Among these garbage, if you are lucky, you can find the pen and ink of the Saint of Calligraphy and get one word and a half sentence, then you will be developed.

Therefore, sometimes, they often argue with each other to snatch garbage.

The chance of the calligraphy saint's brush and ink in the garbage is not high. The calligraphy saint has a habit that is that they are not satisfied with their writing and copying. They will tear the brush and ink into pieces and throw them away. Therefore, there are not many words that are kept intact, and it is difficult to pick them up.

Now that Brother Hou Lin has picked up a word, he is really lucky.

Look at the word "一" and the eyes became hot.

"Hey, I remember ten years ago, the Book Saint had a picture of "Qingxue Sticker" that sold for 500 jin. I didn't buy it at that time, and it was too late to regret it. Now it takes at least 3,000 jin to buy it."

"Sanqianguan? Where do you buy it? Everyone in the past collected it was so tight that they didn't know how tight it was. There was no intention of taking action."

"So, after this, I finally realized that buying words is the most cost-effective way to start when the fame is not yet prosperous."

"Oh, Brother Lin Hai has some meaning. Could it be that the world's number one talent Ye Junsheng?"

"Yes, it's him. Although he won the top spot in Yangzhou, it is said that the market for Bimo is not too high, and he just asked him for his words."

"Oh. Brother Lin Hai's words are wrong. He has won the world's number one talent and should have been parading on the streets, but you have never seen a figure in this period of time. I heard that he went out to sea and would not come back when the provincial examination is in. No one can be found, so where do you go to ask for words? Besides, you have never seen anyone. I don't know how he looks. Even if he has met in person, he will not know it."

"No, this matter is mysterious. Why did he become so ignorant of the praise of the scholar? He didn't even know how to meet the saint and accept the plaque award at the first time. What I can't understand is that the saint did not get angry and punished him. How strange is it?"

"You don't know anything about this. It is said that when the third unit of the Talent Competition was a strange phenomenon, something extraordinary happened. So Ye Junsheng applied to postpone the receipt of the plaque, and the emperor agreed."

"Speaking of this, there have been many incidents recently. I also heard that they are closely related to the national fortune..."

"Silence your voice, how can you say this randomly? Let's talk about the wind and moon."

"Yes, I only talk about Fengyue, just say Ye Junsheng..."

There was a lot of discussion.

The snow was falling down, and a person walked out of the mountain road. In the cold weather, he was only wearing a thin cotton coat. He looked pretty, but he was only in his early twenties.

He carried a book box on his back, as if he had just worked hard on the mountain.

The literati in the pavilion glanced at him and quickly ignored him: In their opinion, this son was a poor scholar, and that was the case, at most he went to the capital to participate in the provincial examination. I don’t know how many such scholars are now.

The scholar opened the cloth shed of the books to defend against the falling snow and water, and walked down the mountain with his steps.

The journey from Wushan to the capital is not short, especially for a hiking scholar.

On the day of wind and snow, there are rare traces of people on the official road. The scholar takes big steps and sees the coldness invisible. On the road, two lines of footprints are quickly left, but soon, they are covered by the falling snowflakes.

Get it and get it.

A carriage came from behind, surpassed the past, and suddenly stopped not far ahead, and then a wrinkled old face popped out.

The old man held a horse whip in his hand, obviously a coachman:

"Is this young master going to the capital?"

But it was shouting at the scholar.

The scholar nodded.

The old man smiled: "Why not get in the car? My lady wants to invite you to go there with you."

In such weather, he did not think that the scholar would refuse, and this was almost an impossible proposal.

"Thank you for your care, Miss, I just want to walk around alone."

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes immediately bulged: Could this scholar have mental problems, he didn't sit in a car, but he was willing to get the wind and get cold. What's more, the one who took the initiative to invite his own lady, who was as beautiful as a flower.

"I don't know how to lift it."

I muttered, the only explanation was that the other party was influenced by the so-called "backbone spirit", so I didn't want to get in the car anymore.

drive!

He stopped hesitating and drove the carriage to run. After about half a cup of tea, he actually saw a person walking in front of him.

However, this man's hair is gray and looks so beautiful that his lady will not be interested in it. She directly surpassed the past and left only deep traces of ruts.

The scholar seemed weak, but his journey was very fast. It didn't take long before he met the dull and hurrying old man.

Xie Xingkong, the number one magic sword in the world!

But after not seeing each other for two years, this famous swordsman has become so old. He suddenly meets him and hardly recognizes him.

"where are you going?"

A hint of joy flashed from Xie Xingkong's eyes flashed in a flash, and he said in a mute manner: "Where you go there." He had been killing all his life, and had seen through the world, leaving only an extremely persistent and persistent relationship. Or, even he himself couldn't figure out what he was insisting on.

"Looking for Shushan?"

Xie Xingkong's eyes were gloomy: "It's too far away, you may never be able to find it."

The fate of immortality is like snow, but you will never know that the piece is real in the sky.

After a brief conversation, we immediately parted ways. Although it seemed that the two were in the same direction, the road was already clear and it was impossible to get together.

Entering the colorful capital, passing through the streets and alleys, and coming to an ordinary courtyard. When I opened the door, I heard a crisp sound inside:

"Brother, you're back."

I'm back, another year! (To be continued.)

ps: Recommend a friend’s new book "Dao Xing", book number: 2820043; a true practitioner on the road of cultivation, a person who lives in front of the moral gate.

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A lonely boy who walks alone gets the opportunity to enter the Tao, cultivates the true nature, and realizes morality. He takes one step at a time, crosses the sea of ​​suffering, walks on the Tao, and attains immortality.

The style is antique and fragrant, and it is very worth watching.
Chapter completed!