Next to Longchi Waterfall, Xu Jia looked at the portrait he had spent half a day with relief. The scene in the painting was shrouded in mist, and the night was quiet. Under the starry sky, a mountain peak stood up like a sword-tip, piercing straight into the sky. The top of the peaks was decorated with shallow ink marks, as if it was depicting something. The pen in the hand of the man sitting on the rattan had never been lowered, and the speed of the tip of the brush seemed to be a little faster than before. As the robe rolled up, a white shadow swept across the paper, carrying a silver-white sword, carrying one hand with the other and spreading its five fingers upwards, and it was located on the top of the mountains, with a calm expression.

When Xu Jia saw the figure he drew, he curled a slight amount of the corner of his mouth, drank the tea that had been holding his palm for a long time, stretched his eyebrows, and the tip of his pen began to sink. He seemed to be relieved that his work was already impeccable. He turned around and was about to pack up the book box he brought, carefully rolled up the vermilion brush that he had carried with him for many years with yellow cloth, and gently put it into the box.

"The five military strategists have their own legislation, and fighting and killing people is not ambiguous. Although the disaster of Xiao Yun has been repeatedly banned, they always help but not help relatives when arguing. It is indeed a bit backbone, especially a white monkey who proposed the sixth Taoist Taoist theory. There are not many people who can enter the land with their mortal body in ancient times, but there are also many people. He is considered a good seedling. "The old man lying on the side on the vine was hunched over and suddenly murmured to himself as if he was talking in a sleep.

Xu Jia's movements slowly paused. After thinking for a long time, he took out the vermilion brush wrapped in yellow cloth again, pinched it on his fingertips, and sat upright on the ground.

The old man seemed not to notice some movement behind him, and his mouth wriggled and continued to speak: "The Buddha's lineage is very interesting. It is clearly inherited from one lineage, but it turns into a river and goes from north to south. It is said that it is a confrontation or one lineage and practice. Originally, you cultivate your heart, and I can recite my sutras for hundreds of years. At most, you can sit and turn into a relics in one breath and learn the Bodhi system of the ancestors. Reincarnate and reincarnate to continue the Buddhist fortune. Not to mention that in a hundred years, there will be three or four levels of luck in the world within the current thirty years, but it will belong to them. I never thought that Wang Chanzhi, who did not practice the Buddha's heart and practiced dry Zen. If Bodhi could have imagined that the changes in the next few hundred years would be opened, I would have to recite the Heart Sutra, haha, it would be interesting."

Xu Jia grinned slightly, raised his wrist, stared at the painting he had made before, and his brows, which had been stretched before, were quietly frowned for some reason. Then he placed the brush lightly on Zhengui at his feet, pursing his lips tightly and began to ponder.

"Senior, do you think it's inappropriate?" Xu Jia said calmly.

The old man seemed not to hear Xu Jia's question, but instead grabbed his butt with his hand and continued to talk indifferently: "As for the method of grafting talismans cultivated in the Longhu Mountain lineage, it pays attention to the law of heaven and earth. Behind some major events that happened in the first place in the Jiuzhou Kingdom, they can be seen with their hands behind them. I think how powerful their ancestor Zhen Yuanzi was, even the True Man Chunyang who crossed the Nantian Gate and picked two red jade plaques eight hundred years ago would bow and call him to his senior brother, but now even the dragon soul has been taken away by others, suppressing nearly three Jiazi under the Longchi Waterfall. Haha, it is probably more than that. I heard that I lost again last time."

When Xu Jia heard this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth for no reason. He thought of the boy who raised his middle fingers. He didn't know what the boy would think of the old gods who had offended Longhu Mountain for that game of chess.

"Actually, you are not bad, but you didn't expect to get the pen from the old master. The Confucian lineage has been declining for a long time. The world that was once sophisticated, the world was so good. The heaven and earth were in the king of the human world. The king of a country was in charge of the world. Although he knew that the destiny of heaven was not contrary to it, no one dared to speak as bluntly as the Confucian literati. No wonder the first thing Zhao Amanyi, who founded the country with martial arts, did as soon as possible.

It was burning books and burying scholars, which made the world's knowledgeable people disheartened and went south, creating a confrontation between the Great Jin and the South! Hehe! However, Zhao Aman died, he didn't expect that his grandson would start to issue the order of gathering talents again, inviting poor scholars from all over the world to go north and create a thousand-year-old Shengjing together. Tsk tsk!" After saying that, the old man sat up, stretched out his finger and pinched a piece of peanut dish on the table next to him, put it in his mouth and chew it carefully, making it delicious.

"Mr. I once said that the world is very important, and it is rare to be quiet. Although Fu Yi had hurt the hearts of famous scholars in the world before, when the Juxian Order came out, many wise men were willing to go. Not to mention the distance, students with bookshelfs on the way to Wenzhou Jiangnan Road went north to study. They were not Cangzhou but to the enemy's imperial capital Jingzhou. Why did my great Jin students look north like this?" Xu Jia thought of this, and his tight fingers slightly loosened, closed his eyes and shook his head.

The old drunkard said angrily: "Hmph! Where are they going? The legs are on others, what does it have to do with you? Juxian Ling is a good method. With the planning of the south and the north, there were a group of yellow skins in Longhu Mountain secretly leading and outlining. Fuyi's country's fortune is becoming more and more prosperous. I believe this method was also the secret plan of Wang Zhangxu. Fuyi can get this person. Haha, it's amazing!" After saying that, he pinched out another peanut and threw it high to watch the old man who fell into his mouth. He smiled.

As soon as these words came out, Xu Jia looked north and sighed softly. Looking at the vermilion brush in his hand, he suddenly felt that it was heavier than before. The Confucian Confucius Temple is a holy land of Confucianism. Xinxin, a scholar from all over the world, yearned for worshiping the statue of Master Xinxin, who wanted to seek a word but could not get it. But why did he finally fall in love with himself who passed by the temple? At that time, he was just a student accompanying the study, and the heaven, earth, king, and teacher had not explained the word, but the great scholar's pen that symbolized the fortune of Confucian ancestors fell in his palm.

"Since you have this pen, you must have received the word "I'm a gift from Master. From ancient times to the present, Confucian scholars have reached the realm of great Confucianism. When you go to Confucius Temple, you will be given a word "I'm a gift from Master. What kind of word do you get? Why don't you tell me how?" The old drunkard narrowed his eyes and hugged his chest with his hands. He began to look at the third best Jiuhua Mountain where he was cooking wine with his apprentice Qingmei, smiling without saying a word.

When Xu Jia heard this, he felt a little embarrassed. He was like a gangster who had just learned to hold a knife and put forward the word "sword technique" in front of a long-standing swordsman. He shyly picked up the Hongru pen in his hand and slapped two strokes on the table.

The old drunkard wiped the peanuts on the corner of his mouth, looked at the word on the table carefully, and nodded slightly after a long time and said, "Well, human? It's a good word! Heaven, earth, man, gods, ghosts, and I don't say anything strange and powerful, and it's even more so than the word gods and ghosts. In the past, it was a blessing for Confucianism to have two characters at the same time in Confucius Temple. Previously, one character appeared on the body of the great scholar Li Dunwen, but now this character is for you. An academic master, a person who picked up a lantern in the Jin Dynasty's Hongshu Academy, was appointed as the Great Honglu, and was even more a master of today's Zi's army. He and Wang Zhangxu, Fuyi, and the other was a poor boy who pretended to be born but did not dare to enter the world. He could only paint and taste wine every day to mix in the mountains and fields with a smooth heart, haha!"

Xu Jia's face turned red and silent, but he slowly looked up at the sneering old man, his eyes were indescribable.

The old drunkard was only halfway through laughter. Seeing Xu Jia's face strange, the laughter gradually disappeared. The two old white eyebrows began to pinch together. Looking at Xu Jia's thoughtful expression, he was a little uncertain, and asked tentatively: "Is there another son?"

The man holding the pen responded shyly.

"What's the word?" The old man said that and reached out to get the peanuts on the table.

The man hummed a word softly.

The old alcoholic, who was about to grab peanuts, suddenly stopped, frowned, looked at Xu Jia with some excitement for a long time, took a deep breath after a long time, lay back on the rattan, and began to pretend to be asleep.

Seeing this, Xu Jia smiled and didn't care. He turned around and picked up the Hongru pen, gently tapped the figure in the portrait, and recalled the scene from that year in his mind.

"Hehe, kid, what are you doing?" A barefoot old man with a white eyebrows tied with a red rope said kindly to a child holding a spring and autumn scroll in his hand.

"Grandpa, sir, punish me to copy books." The child silently recited the spring and autumn rolls in his hand, and then closed his smile and replied to the old man.

"Oh, why don't you use a pen to copy books?" The old man couldn't help asking strangely when he saw the child empty-handed.

After hearing this, the child was stunned for a little, then licked his finger and asked, "Why do you need to use a pen to copy books? Isn't it okay to use this place?" After that, the child pointed to his chest, looking strange.

The old man looked at the child's finger pointing, and was stunned at first, then gently stroked the white beard under his mouth, took out a vermilion pen from his arms, put it in the child's hand, and laughed and said, "If you copy books from now on, use this pen. Grandpa will give it to you. In addition, grandpa will teach you how to recognize two words." The old man looked at the child with a smile and said.

"I know how to read" the child felt that this strange old man looked down on him, saying that he was illiterate, and immediately retorted with a blushing face.

"Haha, that's OK! Let's talk about what word this is?" The old man smiled and branded a word in the child's palm, with golden light shining between the strokes.

"This is the word "personal". Mr. taught us heaven, earth, man, god, ghost, and human, god, ghost, and human." Although the child did not understand why the word "is different from the word written in the book, and it emitted a dazzling light, he still covered his eyes and said.

The old man smiled and nodded. Then he said, "Then you look at what the word is." After that, he drew a word on the palm of the child's other hand, and it was also shining with golden light.

The child covered his eyes and looked at it for a while, but he didn't recognize the word. Finally, he blushed and murmured: "Hey? This word is so strange. There is no such word among the world, humans, gods and ghosts that the gentleman said."

The old man with white eyebrows nodded with a smile, grabbed the child's hand and touched his head with a kind smile, "From now on, this word should be found in the world, gods and ghosts."

The child looked stunned. Looking at the golden words of the palm of his palm, he was a little scared, but also a little happy. Looking at the back of the old man who left, he silently remembered the etiquette that the teacher usually had, leaned his hands forward, and bowed respectfully.

A?

By the Longchi Waterfall, the man who was originally called Xu Jia, now called Xu Jia, looked up at the sky and remained silent. The figure standing on the top of the mountain in the painting shone golden light between the raised palms, piercing the sky.
Chapter completed!