He said that he didn't understand, and Niu Youdao pretended not to understand, otherwise it would be a bit nonsense for a wild boy in a mountain village to understand this. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After chatting casually for a while, Niu Youdao returned to the yard.

After wandering in the courtyard for a while, he entered the 'Peach Blossom Hall' and sat on the futon, and pulled a small basket of miscellaneous items on the side, which contained needles and threads, scissors and the like, as well as two bronze mirrors, which seemed to be items for daily use, and there was no conspicuous abnormality, but one of the bronze mirrors was the one he brought.

What Dong Guo Haoran so solemnly entrusted, he stored it so casually, it was nothing more than the most dangerous place was the safest place, and it was suspicious that it was hidden too tightly and was turned out.

The bronze mirror fiddled with his hand and looked through it, and he wondered a little as to what should happen to this thing.

Dong Guo Haoran's confession is obviously extraordinary, people entrust him with his life, he was born in the rivers and lakes in his previous life, and he can mix up such qualifications in the rivers and lakes, and he naturally has the word 'morality' in his heart, but Tang Mu died, and Dong Guo Haoran solemnly warned that things can only be handed over to Tang Mu, and cannot be known to a third party, which makes him very embarrassed.

He also hesitated to hand over things to Shangqing Sect, although the reason for his hesitation was Dongguo Haoran's explanation, but also because Shangqing Sect was really bad for him, and he has been under house arrest so far. So he wanted to ponder this bronze mirror carefully to see if he could study the mystery in it, and then decide whether to hand it over to Shangqing Sect according to the situation.

However, up to now, he has used various methods such as fire, immersion, light, tapping, etc., but he has not been able to find any clue about this bronze mirror, which seems to be completely integrated, judging from the sound of percussion, there is no sign of any mechanism in it.

He was now a little skeptical that the bronze mirror was something like a token.

Turning over and over, it was still the same, and I didn't see anything, Niu Youdao bared his teeth, and threw the bronze mirror back into the small basket.

Later, some daily exercises were carried out on the body, such as splitting with weights, pulling ropes and hanging beams and flipping, etc., not to practice any bravery, but to exercise the flexibility of the body. According to his experience in the rivers and lakes, he knows that once he needs to protect himself from the angle of unlocking more limbs and self-defense, he can save his life at a critical moment, whether it is in Xiaomiao Village or in Shangqing Sect, it proves that this world is in troubled times, no matter what the future holds, he tries to make some preparations for a rainy day.

Cultivation is divided into civil and martial arts, in addition to exercises and physical cultivation, in his spare time, he turned out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in the house to practice the world's common small seal font, and copied some books. Small seal font for him's 'senior archaeologists',There is no problem in identification,His brush writing book is also good,But there is really no serious use of the brush to write the small seal font,The pen is not the same,So you need to practice。

Fortunately, his original calligraphy skills are good, and the deformation at the beginning has become decent after just a month.

There was a charcoal basin next to the bookcase, and when he finished writing, he burned his ink.

The things he needed to practice calligraphy, Shangqing Sect was in sufficient supply, which could be regarded as the benefit of Song Yanqing's happiness.

Since he has been under house arrest, he has no choice with his current ability, but he has arranged his every day to the fullest......

The next day, a brand-new chaise longue still exuded the scent of wood, which looked like it was newly made, and was placed under the peach blossom tree.

Chen Guishuo pointed to the recliner and squeezed his eyebrows at Niu Youdao and said, "Little junior brother, the recliner you want is here." ”

Niu Youdao didn't expect him to be so efficient, it is estimated that it has something to do with the recliner being given to him for Chen Guishuo's own use, and he smiled and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Chen." ”

This time, there was also Song Yanqing, who had not been seen for a long time, and seemed to be in a good mood, as soon as he saw Niu Youdao, he smiled, the playfulness in his smile was not disguised, and there was a bad taste, he patted Niu Youdao's shoulder and asked, "Little junior brother, how are you living here?"

Niu Youdao: "It's okay, it's 10,000 times better than eating in the village, but it's a little boring to be stuck here and can't go out and walk around." ”

Song Yanqing said happily: "How long have you been here, first calm your mind, how can you cultivate if your mind can't calm down?" Don't worry, there will be a time for you to move around in the future." After that, he walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the Shangqing Palace opposite, with a beautiful and imaginary look, and sometimes frowned and pondered, and finally sighed lightly, "It's a pity that it's not in the capital!"

Niu Youdao leaned over and said curiously, "Senior Brother Song, what's wrong with the capital?"

Song Yanqing sighed blankly, "The land of mountains and wilderness is not as prosperous as the poetry and song of the capital!"

Niu Youdao was suddenly confused, poems and songs?

The corners of Chen Guishuo's mouth curled, it can be said that he is secretly funny, he and Xu Yitian are basically Song Yanqing's followers, and they know what is going on too well. Song Yanqing has liked Tang Yi for many years, and Tang Yi likes the tone of poetry and songs, in order to please Song Yanqing, as soon as there is a good poem in the capital, someone will immediately pass it to him, and he will dedicate it to Tang Yi for appreciation. This time, Song Yanqing didn't know which tendon was wrong, it was estimated that there had been no good goods in the capital for a long time, and his hands were itchy for a while, so he wrote a poem by himself, and asked him and Xu Yitian how they wrote, how could the two of them say that he didn't write well, naturally he said it was good. As a result, Song Yanqing sent it to Tang Yi, he didn't know how the specific process was, in short, Song Yanqing's face was not very good-looking when he came back, and he scolded him and Xu Yitian for a while, and he could guess what was going on if he thought about it.

Therefore, he understands Song Yanqing's mood very well, if he is in the prosperous place of poetry in the capital, with the power of the Song family, it is not difficult to find a good hand to write some good poems and pretend to be his own masterpieces to please Tang Yi, but it is difficult in this place of pure cultivation, so that he made a fool of himself in front of Tang Yi for a while.

Song Yanqing, who came back to his senses, didn't seem to want to mention it more, turned around and entered the courtyard, and walked around to check.

He is responsible for taking care of Niu Youdao, and it is impossible to let it go, and it is reasonable to come to check occasionally to prevent accidents.

Niu Youdao, who was still outside, asked Chen Guishuo, "Why did Senior Brother Song remember the poems and songs?"

Chen Guishuo's mouth was itchy, and he mentioned in a low voice: "Our master has produced a stunningly talented character, not only is his strength famous in the cultivation world, but also talented, proficient in poetry and songs, Senior Sister Tang has been by his side since he was a child, and he is considered his student, contaminated with elegance, and then he likes poetry and songs!"

Niu Youdao suddenly realized that Song Yanqing wanted to please the Pomeranians, and at the same time, he was curious about the person Chen Guishuo said, "I don't know which senior sister Tang is with?"

Speaking of this senior, Chen Guishuo was stunned for a moment, a look of jealousy flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to realize that he shouldn't talk nonsense, glared at Niu Youdao, and seemed to warn Niu Youdao not to ask, shut up, and quickly followed up with the yard.

Niu Youdao rolled his eyes and followed quickly.

After Song Yanqing, who had turned around, told Chen Guishuo a few words, he was about to leave with his hands behind his back, but Niu Youdao hurriedly caught up and shouted: "Senior Brother Song, when I was in the village, my teacher often wrote some poems, I memorized some, but I don't know how to write, or you can help appreciate it." ”

Song Yanqing didn't even have the interest to turn back, she didn't stop at her feet, and replied casually: "What good things can a down-and-out scholar in the mountains and wilderness write?" sneered, his tone full of disdain.

Niu Youdao felt a pang in his heart, it seems that the Shangqing Sect has already figured out his details, and he only learned about a down-and-out scholar as a teacher in Xiaomiao Village when he learned about his basic situation from the villagers.

However, what did he do here after going through hardships? It was from Chongdong Guo Haoran's terrifying ability, not because he came to be under house arrest and waste time, he really wanted to get the cultivation exercises of the Shangqing Sect. However, after being placed under house arrest, he couldn't find a gap to start, and finally bumped into it, how could Niu Youdao easily miss it, and shouted: "My teacher said that he had traveled in the capital and wrote some love poems that had won the hearts of many women." ”

Hearing this, Song Yanqing slowly stopped and turned around at the place where he was about to be discharged.

Chen Guishuo quickly glanced at Niu Youdao, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, Niu Youdao obviously followed his reminder just now, this kid doesn't seem to be simple!

"Oh! What poems did your teacher write, you might as well say it to appreciate it. Song Yanqing, who turned around, seemed to be a little interested.

Niu Youdao immediately returned to the Peach Blossom Hall, knelt down beside the bookcase, dripping water and grinding ink, pulled a piece of paper on the paving, pressed both sides of the paperweight, lifted the pen and dipped the ink, and wrote a small seal font.

"It's worthy of being a person who has read books and read and writes, but the writing is a bit decent!" Song Yanqing, who came to stand next to the case, praised slightly, and read out slowly with his eyes, "The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark." As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless ...... in the world" Reading these two eyes has suddenly burst into light, he may not be able to write any good poems, but he still has some ability to appreciate good poems, at least the good and bad can still be seen.

When Niu Youdao stopped writing, Song Yanqing couldn't help but quickly open the paperweight, shook the paper with pen and ink in his hand, blew the ink, and couldn't wait to continue reading again, "Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, endure the return of the Queqiao." If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight... If the two love for a long time, how can they ...... in the morning and twilight?" It was really a recitation of the last sentence, and finally he shook his head with a beautiful sigh and said: "Good words! Good words!" I felt that this word was written to him so appropriately.

Niu Youdao was secretly funny, put aside his pen, stood up, and pretended not to understand: "Are there good words?"

Song Yanqing nodded, staring at the handwriting and browsing it repeatedly, suddenly looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "What does Queqiao mean?

"Uh..." Niu Youdao was a little speechless, it seemed that there was no story of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl here, so he said blankly: "The teacher wrote it, I don't know where the Queqiao is." ”

Song Yanqing thought about it, and then turned his head to Chen Guishuo, who was dumbfounded on the side, and drove Chen Guishuo out.

Without anyone else, Song Yanqing smiled at Niu Youdao and said, "You said that your teacher often writes this kind of poem?"

Niu Youdao thought to himself, I have a bunch in my stomach, how many do you want, nodded and said, "It seems to be." ”