Last night's drizzling rain had stopped at the end of Zhu Ping'an's second article. ← Topline Novel, x.

In the early morning, after washing, Zhu Ping'an pushed open the window, and a breath of fresh air, as if it was filtered by water, carried the haze of rain drops or fog droplets, and threw himself into his arms, sweeping away the fatigue of last night and refreshing.

Zhu Ping'an put the notebook and a hand-copied book from the desk into the cross-body schoolbag, and then took out the oil cake made by his mother Chen when he came from the package, but in more than two days, the oil cake already had a faint sour taste. However, thinking of his mother's overnight baking of oil cakes, Zhu Ping'an still wrapped the remaining two oil cakes and some pickles in paper, sandwiched a black wooden board, and brought them downstairs together.

I asked for a bowl of porridge in the lobby, and I ate it all with oil cakes and pickles.

After breakfast, Zhu Ping'an carried his schoolbag cross-legged, sandwiched the black wooden board, and walked slowly to the bank of the Qinhuai River as usual.

Because of the heavy rain a few days ago, the water of the Qinhuai River rose a lot, and after passing the first stone step, Zhu Ping'an took a bamboo tube from his schoolbag and filled the river water, and walked to the forest where he was used to practicing and reading.

On the other side of the Qinhuai River, a girl with a falling horse bun and an unusually gorgeous dress opened the window after getting up, and then suddenly became excited, stretched out her slender jade hand and pulled down the seventeen or eighteen girl who was dressing up next to her, pointed to the other side of the Qinhuai River outside the window, and said with some excitement: "Sister, do you see that figure is Engong?" ”

When the girl who was dressing up next to her heard this, she put down the rouge in her hand and hurriedly looked out the window, but there was only a painting boat coming and going, and there was no one in her sight.

"Good sister, don't lie to my sister anymore. The first two times we were mistaken. Such a gentle and jade-like son is not something we can dream of. The dressing girl turned from the window with some disappointment. Persuade the girl next to you.

"But, sister. I just seem to have seen it. The girl with her ponytail puffed out her mouth.

"That's what you said the first two times," said the seventeen-eighteen-year-old girl, and then pulled the girl with a falling ponytail to sit in front of the dressing table and groom her.

The fallen leaves covered the entire forest, and the ground could not be seen, and even the stones used to practice calligraphy were covered with fallen leaves, but the air in the woods was excellent, fresh and mixed with the fragrance of the earth, refreshing.

Zhu Ping'an picked up a branch and swept the stone clean. He placed a black wooden board on it, and put a thick coarse cloth on the small stone on the other side, and sat on it to practice calligraphy. Zhu Ping'an's writing now has his own style, and it is definitely the level of the first prize in the current calligraphy competition.

Slowly, there was a blush in the east, and the sun rose.

The sunlight shone through the gap in the woods on Zhu Ping'an, who leaned over to practice calligraphy, rendering him a faint layer of gold edges.

"Good words, good words."

A cold throat beside him. Zhu Ping'an, who was practicing calligraphy, was startled, and when he looked up, he saw an old man dressed as a Taoist, standing beside him, writing on a black wooden board to himself. Praise.

Although this old man has white hair, his face is ruddy, his demeanor is elegant, he wears a purple yang scarf and gossip clothes. The sleeves fluttered in the gentle breeze, exuding the breath of an old god.

Nima, when did this old god stick come?

Zhu Ping'an was so frightened by the cold voice of this old god stick that he almost didn't throw the brush in his hand. After recovering his senses, he looked the old god stick up and down. Pouted slightly, this old way is dressed up quite like it.

"Sizzle" After Zhu Ping'an raised his head, he made such a sound.

Are you a Taoist priest or a snake spirit! Sizzle a yarn! Bad review!

Zhu Ping'an complained in his heart, looked at the old Tao's surprised expression, and slandered, this old Tao will not say the next sentence, Sao Nian, I see that your face is surprised, heaven is full, you will be extraordinary

In the next second, Lao Dao's voice sounded

"This son, I see that your face is quite extraordinary."

It's true, it's been a routine for hundreds of years.

Zhu Ping'an couldn't help laughing, "How much money does the Taoist need for a hexagram?" I'm afraid that I will disappoint the Taoist chief, the kid is shy in his pocket, and his sleeves are empty, but he can't give the Taoist hexagram money. ”

"The poor road only asks about fate, not money."

Lao Dao looked at Zhu Ping'an and shook his head, with an unfathomable look, he stroked his long beard, and the aura of the divine stick all over his body was exuded to the extreme.

"This son doesn't seem to believe in the words of the poor way?" The old god asked lightly.

Zhu Ping'an got up, arched his hand, and nodded sincerely: "Don't hide it from the Taoist, the kid doesn't believe in this, the kid only has a little copper plate with him, so he should invite the Taoist to have breakfast." The kid still has to study for the exam, which is rude. ”

Zhu Ping'an said and took out more than a dozen copper coins from his schoolbag, handed them to Lao Dao in front of him, and motioned Lao Dao to take the money and go to breakfast, and don't disturb himself to read.

Then, things were a little unexpected for Zhu Ping'an, this old man is quite professional, he shook his head and refused, he didn't even look at the copper money that Zhu Ping'an handed over, and there were words in his mouth:

"The head is the respect of the sun, the face is the sect of the five elements, the spirit of the hundred veins dwells in the divine path of the five organs, and the image of the three talents determines the gains and losses of the body. The young man's face is extraordinary, and he has only seen two people with such a face. ”

Lao Dao said, and stretched out two fingers with a divine expression.

Zhu Ping'an was not interested in the two of them at all, he just wanted to send away this old god stick quickly, so that he could read the book early.

"Dao Chief, don't leak the secret of heaven."

If it were according to common sense, Zhu Ping'an would definitely ask Lao Dao who the two were, but Zhu Ping'an only wanted to read more books at this time, and he didn't play cards according to common sense at all.

Zhu Ping'an's words have come to this extent, and the old way is still the old god with a light and breezy old god stick, and he doesn't feel embarrassed at all, "It's okay, it's okay if the son doesn't believe in the poor way." To be honest, Poor Dao is also a little unbelieving, and the face of the son is even more extraordinary than the two people he saw before Poor Dao. ”

Is this old way still relied on?

Zhu Ping'an looked at the book copied in his hand, and was a little speechless.

Lao Dao noticed the book in Zhu Ping'an's hand, but he shook his head with a smile, and he was full of magic sticks when he opened his mouth.

"This book is not worthy of the face of a child."

Hearing this, Zhu Ping'an was even more speechless, what he copied in this book was Zhu Xi's version of the Four Books and Five Classics. Just now you said that I have an extraordinary face, and if I don't rely on this imperial examination, I will contradict myself with anything extraordinary

In other words, this old way is not fooling yourself into buying books.

Zhu Ping'an had this idea, and saw that Lao Dao didn't know where to find two wrinkled thick books, and handed them to him very godly.

Really! Zhu Ping'an was speechless.

"These two books are worthy of the face of the child." Lao Dao said, and put the two books in Zhu Ping'an's hands.

Forced to buy and sell?

But what happened next was beyond Zhu Ping'an's expectations, and before Zhu Ping'an could say anything, this old Taoist put the book in Zhu Ping'an's hand and drifted away.

"There are two people I saw in the poor road, one is surnamed Yan, and the other is surnamed Zhang Mingshan, there is already a tiger in the mountain, and the young tiger enters the mountains and forests, so the son can do it himself." (To be continued......)

PS: I'm so tired these days

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