Chapter 185 One person’s surname is Yan and the other person’s surname is Zhang
The pattering rain last night had stopped by the time Zhu Ping'an finished writing the second chapter of Ping Japanese Policy.
In the early morning, after washing, Zhu Pingan opened the window, and a breath of fresh air, as if it had been filtered by water, carrying hazy raindrops or mist droplets, rushed into his arms, sweeping away the fatigue of last night and feeling refreshed.
Zhu Ping'an put the copybook and a handwritten book from the desk into his cross-body schoolbag, and then took out the oil cakes made by his mother Chen when she came from the package. However, after more than two days, the oil cakes had a light sour taste.
However, thinking of his mother baking the pancakes all night long, Zhu Pingan wrapped the remaining two pancakes and some pickles in paper, sandwiched the black wooden board, and brought them downstairs.
I ordered a bowl of porridge in the lobby, ate it with fried pancakes and pickled vegetables.
After breakfast, Zhu Pingan walked slowly to the bank of the Qinhuai River as usual, with his schoolbag slung across his body and a black wooden board under his arm.
Due to the heavy rain in the past few days, the water in the Qinhuai River swelled so much that it did not pass the first stone step. Zhu Pingan took a bamboo tube from his schoolbag to contain the river water, and walked to the woods where he usually practiced calligraphy and reading.
On the other side of the Qinhuai River, a girl with a ponytail and extremely gorgeous clothes got up and opened the window. Then she suddenly became excited, stretched out her slender hand and pulled down the seventeen-eighth-year-old girl who was dressing next to her, and pointed to the other side of the Qinhuai River outside the window.
He said with some excitement: "Sister, do you think that figure is my benefactor?"
When the girl next to her who was dressing up heard this, she put down the rouge in her hand and hurriedly looked out the window, but she could only see the boats coming and going, and no one was there.
"Good sister, please don't lie to me anymore. We made mistakes the first two times. We can't imagine such a gentle and gentle gentleman." The girl who was dressing up turned around from the window with some disappointment and persuaded the girl next to her.
"But, but sister. I seemed to have really seen it just now." The girl with a ponytail puffed her mouth.
"That's what you said the other two times," the seventeen-year-old girl said angrily, and then she took the girl with a ponytail and sat in front of the dressing table and started dressing her up.
Fallen leaves have covered the entire forest, and the ground cannot be seen. Even the stones used to practice calligraphy are covered with fallen leaves. However, the air in the woods is excellent, fresh and mixed with the fragrance of earth, refreshing and refreshing.
Zhu Pingan picked up a branch and cleaned the stone. He placed the black wooden board on it, put a thick coarse cloth on the small stone on the other side, and sat on it to practice calligraphy. Zhu Pingan's current calligraphy has already
Now that I have my own style, I can definitely win first prize in calligraphy competitions now.
Slowly, a blush appeared in the east and the sun rose.
The sun shines through the gaps in the trees and shines on Zhu Pingan, who is leaning over to practice calligraphy, giving him a faint golden edge.
"Good words, good words."
Zhu Ping'an, who was practicing calligraphy, was startled by a sudden voice next to him. He looked up and saw an old man dressed as a Taoist standing next to him, praising the words he wrote on the black board.
Although this old man has white hair, he has a rosy complexion and an elegant expression. He wears a purple sun scarf and a Bagua suit. His sleeves are fluttering in the gentle breeze, and his whole body exudes the aura of an old magician.
Damn it, when did this old bastard come?
Zhu Ping'an was so frightened by the old magician's abrupt voice that he almost threw away the brush in his hand. After calming down, he looked at the old magician up and down. He curled his lips slightly, seeing that this old man dressed up quite well.
"Hiss" the old Taoist made such a sound after Zhu Pingan raised his head.
Are you a Taoist priest or a snake spirit? What a piece of wool! Bad review!
Zhu Ping'an complained in his heart. Looking at the old Taoist's surprised expression, he cursed. The next sentence of this old Taoist would not be to say, "Sao Nian, I see your face is surprised. Heaven is full, you must be extraordinary."
The next second, an experienced voice sounded
"This young master, I think your face is quite extraordinary."
Really, it has been the same routine for hundreds of years.
Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but laugh, "How much money does a Taoist priest need to make a hexagram? I'm afraid he will disappoint the Taoist priest. The kid is short of money and has nothing in his sleeves, but he can't give the Taoist priest the hexagram money."
"A poor Taoist only cares about fate, not money."
The old Taoist looked at Zhu Ping'an and shook his head, looking inscrutable, stroking his long beard, and the aura of a magic stick spread all over his body to the extreme.
"This young master doesn't seem to believe what I say?" the old magician asked lightly.
Zhu Ping'an stood up, cupped his hands, and nodded sincerely: "To tell you the truth from the Taoist priest, I don't believe this. I only have a few coins with me, so I should treat the Taoist priest to breakfast. I have to study to prepare for the exam. I'm rude."
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As he spoke, Zhu Ping'an took out a dozen copper coins from his schoolbag and handed them to the old Taoist in front of him, indicating to the old Taoist to take the money and go have breakfast and not to disturb his reading.
Then, something happened that was beyond Zhu Pingan's expectations. This veteran, who had quite a professional ethics, actually shook his head and refused, without even looking at the copper coins that Zhu Pingan handed over, and muttered:
"The head is the lord of all the suns, the face is the ancestor of the five elements, the spiritual residence of the hundreds of meridians, and the divine path leading to the five internal organs. It is the image of the three talents that determines the gain and loss of the body. The face of a young man is extraordinary. This kind of face is only for poor people.
I’ve met two of them.”
The old Taoist said, and held out two fingers with a look of magic.
Zhu Ping'an was not interested in the two people the old man mentioned at all. He just wanted to send this old magician away quickly so that he could read a book early.
"Taoist Master, please don't reveal the secret."
If he followed common sense, Zhu Pingan would definitely ask Lao Dao who the two of them were. However, Zhu Pingan just wanted to read more books at this time and did not act according to common sense at all.
Zhu Ping'an's words had reached this point, and the old Taoist still had the air of an old master who was calm and relaxed. He didn't feel embarrassed at all, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't believe in Pindao. To be honest, Pindao also doesn't believe it.
The young master's face is even more extraordinary than what Pindao saw before those two people."
Are you still relying on this veteran?
Zhu Ping'an looked at the book he was copying in his hand and was speechless.
The old Taoist noticed the book in Zhu Pingan's hand, but he shook his head with a smile, and his words sounded like a stickman.
"This book is not worthy of the young master's appearance."
Hearing this, Zhu Ping'an was even more speechless. The book he copied was Zhu Xi's version of the Four Books and Five Classics. As a member of a poor family, he relied on this to take the imperial examination. Just now you said that my face was extraordinary. If I didn't rely on this to take the imperial examination, what would I do?
Extraordinary, contradictory
By the way, this old man didn't trick me into buying books, right?
Zhu Ping'an had this idea when he saw the old Taoist take out two thick wrinkled books from nowhere and hand them to him with a stern expression.
It’s true! Zhu Ping’an was speechless.
"These two books are worthy of the young master's appearance." The old Taoist said and put the two books into Zhu Pingan's hands.
Forced buying and selling?
But what happened next was beyond Zhu Pingan's expectation. Before Zhu Pingan could say anything, the old Taoist put the book in Zhu Pingan's hands and drifted away.
"I saw two people, one was named Yan and the other was named Zhang. There are already tigers in Mingshan. If the young tigers enter the mountains and forests, you can take care of yourself." (To be continued...)