He said he didn't understand, so Niu Youdao pretended not to understand, otherwise it would be nonsense for a wild boy from a mountain village to understand this.
After chatting casually for a while, Niu Youdao returned to the yard.
After wandering around the courtyard for a while, I entered the Peach Blossom Hall and sat down on a futon. I casually pulled a small basket for storing sundries. There were things like needles and threads, scissors, and two bronze mirrors in it.
They all seemed to be items for daily use, with nothing conspicuously out of the ordinary. However, one of the bronze mirrors was exactly the one he brought.
Dongguo Haoran so solemnly entrusted the things he stored so casually. The most dangerous place is the safest place. If it was hidden too tightly, it would be suspicious if someone dug it out.
He fiddled with the bronze mirror in his hand and looked through it. He was a little confused as to where this thing should go.
Dong Guo Haoran's explanation was obviously unusual. He was entrusted with his life. He was born in the world of martial arts in his previous life and had such qualifications in the world. He naturally had the word "morality" in his heart. But after Tang Mu died, Dong Guo Haoran was solemn.
He was warned that the things could only be given to Tang Mu and not allowed to be known to third parties, which made him very embarrassed.
He was also hesitant to hand over the things to the Shangqing Sect. The reason for hesitation was not only Dong Guo Haoran's explanation, but also because the Shangqing Sect was really not very good to him and has been keeping him under house arrest. So he wanted to take care of the bronze mirror.
Think about it, see if you can figure out the secret, and then decide whether to hand it over to the Shangqing Sect depending on the situation.
However, so far, he has used various methods on the bronze mirror, such as roasting with fire, immersing in water, lighting, knocking and listening, etc., but he has not been able to get any clues. The bronze mirror seems to be integrated, judging from the knocking sound.
, there is no sign of any agency inside.
Now he was a little doubtful whether this bronze mirror was something like a token.
After checking it over and over, it was still the same and nothing could be seen. Niu Youdao bared his teeth and threw the bronze mirror back into the small basket.
Then he did some daily exercises for the body, such as weight-bearing splits, hanging ropes and flipping, etc. It was not to develop any bravery, but to exercise the flexibility of the body. Based on his experience in the martial arts world, he knew that many
Unlock the martial arts and self-defense angles of some limbs. Once he needs to protect himself, he can save his life at the critical moment. Whether it is in Xiaomiao Village or the Shangqing Sect, the news he heard proves that the world is in troubled times. No matter what happens in the future, he will do his best.
Some rainy day preparations.
Cultivation is divided into civil and martial arts. In addition to martial arts and physical training, in his spare time, he dug out the pens, inks, paper and inkstones in the house to practice the small seal script, which is universally used in the world, and copied it from some books. The small seal script is very important to a "senior archaeologist" like him.
Generally speaking, there is no problem in recognition. He also writes well with calligraphy, but he has never really used a calligraphy brush to write small seal fonts. The direction of the strokes is different, so it needs practice.
Fortunately, his original brush calligraphy skills were pretty good, and his initial deformation turned into something neat after just a month.
There was a charcoal pot next to the writing desk, and after writing, he burned his calligraphy treasure.
The Shangqing Sect provided sufficient supplies for what he needed to practice calligraphy, which was a benefit that made Song Yanqing happy.
Since he has been under house arrest, he has no choice due to his current ability, but he has arranged every day to be fulfilling...
The next day, a brand new lounge chair still exuded the scent of wood. It looked like it was new and was placed under the peach tree.
Chen Guishuo pointed to the recliner and winked at Niu Youdao: "Junior brother, the recliner you wanted is here."
Niu Youdao didn't expect that he was so efficient at work. It was probably related to the fact that Chen Guishuo got the recliner for his own use. He cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Thank you, Senior Brother Chen."
Song Yanqing, who had not seen him for a long time, also came with him this time. He seemed to be in a good mood. He smiled brightly when he saw Niu Youdao. The playfulness in his smile was undisguised and had a bad taste. He patted Niu Youdao on the shoulder and asked: "Little junior brother.
, how are you living here?”
Niu Youdao: "It's okay, it's 10,000 times better than what we eat in the village. It's just a bit boring being locked up here and not being able to go out and walk around."
Song Yanqing said cheerfully: "How long have you been here? Please calm down your mind first. How can you practice if you can't calm down? Don't worry, you will have time to move around in the future." After saying that, he walked to the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back and looked at the Shangqing Palace opposite, with a beautiful face.
He looked thoughtful, sometimes frowned and thought, and finally sighed softly, "It's a pity that I'm not in the capital!"
Niu Youdao walked over and asked curiously: "Senior Brother Song, what's going on in the capital?"
Song Yanqing sighed bewilderedly, "The land in the mountains and wilderness cannot compare with the prosperity of poetry and poetry in the capital!"
Niu Youdao was immediately confused. Poems and poems? You, a practitioner, sighed for a poem, poem and poem. What do you mean?
The corners of Chen Guishuo's mouth turned up, and he was secretly amused. He and Xu Yitian were basically Song Yanqing's followers, and they knew exactly what was going on. Song Yanqing had liked Tang Yi for many years, and Tang Yi liked the tone of poetry and songs. In order to please him, Song Yanqing
As soon as any good poems came out in the capital, someone would immediately send them to him, and he would offer them to Tang Yi for appreciation. This time, Song Yanqing didn't know what the link was. It was probably because the capital hadn't received any good poems for a long time, and he was caught by surprise.
Itchy, I wrote a poem by myself and asked him and Xu Yitian how it was. How could they say that his writing was not good? Of course they said yes. In the end, Song Yanqing sent it to Tang Yi. What was the specific process?
He didn't know that, but Song Yanqing didn't look very good when he came back, and even scolded him and Xu Yitian to vent his anger. If you think about it, you can guess what happened.
Therefore, he understood Song Yanqing's mood very well. If it were a place in the capital where poetry was prosperous, and with the power of the Song family, it would not be difficult to find a good ghostwriter to write some good poems and pass them off as his own masterpieces to please Tang Yi. However, it would be difficult in this place of Qingxiu.
As for his itchy hands, he made a fool of himself in front of Tang Yi.
After coming back to his senses, Song Yanqing didn't seem to want to mention the matter anymore. He turned around and entered the yard, walking around to check.
He is responsible for taking care of Niu Youdao, and he cannot leave it alone. It is reasonable to occasionally check on Niu Youdao to prevent trouble.
Niu Youdao, who was still outside, asked Chen Guishuo, "Why is Senior Brother Song so concerned about poetry?"
Chen Guishuo had an itchy mouth and whispered: "Our school has produced a person with amazing talents. Not only is his strength famous in the spiritual world, but he is also talented. He is very proficient in poetry, lyrics and songs. Senior Sister Tang beat me little
Having been around him, I was considered his student. I was infected with elegance and fell in love with poetry and poetry!"
But Niu Youdao suddenly realized that Song Yanqing wanted to please the beauty. At the same time, he was also curious about the person Chen Guishuo was talking about, "I wonder which senior is Senior Sister Tang following?"
Speaking of this senior, Chen Guishuo was stunned for a moment, with a look of fear clearly flashing in his eyes. He seemed to realize that he shouldn't talk nonsense, and glared at Niu Youdao, seemingly warning Niu Youdao not to ask questions that he shouldn't ask, and to shut up.
, and quickly followed the yard.
Niu Youdao rolled his eyes and quickly followed.
After telling Chen Guishuo a few words, Song Yanqing put his hands behind his back and was about to leave. Niu Youdao rushed to catch up and shouted: "Brother Song, when I was in the village, my teacher often wrote some poems."
, I have memorized some, but I don’t know how it is written. Could you help me to appreciate it?”
Song Yanqing didn't even have the interest to look back. He kept walking and replied smoothly: "What good things can a poor scholar in the mountains write?" He sneered, his tone full of disdain.
A down-and-out scholar in the mountains? Niu Youdao was shocked. It seemed that the Shangqing Sect had already found out his details. There was a down-and-out scholar who became a teacher. He only found out his basic information from the villagers in Xiaomiao Village.
knew.
However, why did he come here after all the hardships? It was for Dong Guo Haoran's terrifying ability, not to waste time under house arrest. He really wanted to get the Shangqing Sect's practice skills. However, after being placed under house arrest,
He couldn't find an opening to start with, and finally bumped into it. How could Niu Youdao miss it so easily? He shouted: "My teacher said that he traveled in the capital and wrote some love poems that won the favor of many women."
After hearing this, Song Yanqing slowly stopped and turned around when he was about to leave the hospital.
Chen Guishuo glanced at Niu Youdao quickly, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. Niu Youdao obviously followed up on his previous reminder. This guy seems to be very simple!
"Oh! You might as well tell me what poems your teacher has written for appreciation." Song Yanqing turned around and seemed to be a little interested.
Niu Youdao immediately returned to the Peach Blossom Hall, knelt down next to the book desk, dripped water to grind the ink, pulled out a piece of paper and spread it, pressed both sides of the paperweight, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, and started writing small seal characters one by one.
"As expected of someone who has read books and is literate, the handwriting is somewhat decent!" Song Yanqing, who came and stood beside the case, praised a little, looked at the handwriting and read out slowly, "Slender
Clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, silver and Han are far away in darkness. When gold, wind, jade and dew meet, they win over countless people in the world..." After reading these two eyes, light suddenly burst out. He may not be able to write any good poems, but for
I still have some ability to appreciate good poetry, and I can still tell whether it is good or bad.
When Niu Youdao stopped writing, Song Yanqing couldn't help but quickly opened the paperweight, shook the paper with ink in his hand, blew on the ink, and couldn't wait to continue reading, "Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't bear to look at the Magpie Bridge."
The way back. If our love lasts for a long time, how can we go back and forth... If our love lasts for a long time, how can we go back and forth..." He recited the last sentence over and over again, and finally shook his head with a sad expression on his face.
: "What a word! What a word!" It felt like this word was so appropriate for him.
Niu Youdao was secretly amused. He put the pen aside, stood up, and pretended not to understand: "Is it a good word?"
Song Yanqing nodded, staring at the handwriting and scanning it repeatedly. Suddenly he looked at him with confusion and asked: "What does Magpie Bridge mean? Where is this bridge?"
"Uh..." Niu Youdao was a little speechless. It seemed that there was no story about the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl here, so he said blankly: "The teacher wrote it. I don't know where the Magpie Bridge is."
Song Yanqing thought about it, then tilted his head to signal to the dumbfounded Chen Guishuo, and drove Chen Guishuo out.
There was no one else around, Song Yanqing smiled at Niu Youdao and said, "You said your teacher often writes this kind of poetry?"
Niu Youdao thought to himself, I have a lot in my belly. You can have as much as you want. He nodded and said, "It seems so."