one
Xie Xiangcai followed Yue Ying into the boudoir filled with the fragrance of flowers. The first thing he saw was a light red. The red was unique, different from vermilion, crimson, and blood red. It was a light red that tended to be pink or even white.
Xie Xiangcai was still confused and was pulled to the bed in a daze.
Yueying let go of Xie Xiangcai's hand, her cheeks turned horribly red, and she just stood in front of the embroidery bed, bending slightly and moving her head slightly forward, looking at the young man with blurred eyes in front of her.
Xie Xiangcai only felt a faint fragrance in front of his nose. His eyes moved slightly, and a burst of energy circulated from Baihui, and then sank into his lower Dantian along the meridians.
His eyes focused again, and he saw a beautiful face so close to each other that the tips of their noses were almost touching.
Yueying noticed Xie Xiang's eyes that had just returned to normal. She screamed, immediately pulled her head back, stamped her feet and turned around, her delicate body not daring to move at all.
Xie Xiangcai felt that his breathing was not smooth, and he irritably slapped his chest with his palms, making a dull collision sound.
Outside the house, Jin Yuanyang raised his eyebrows when he heard the noise, thinking that this young man was so energetic after all that he only held hands for a while before moving on to the next step.
The atmosphere in the boudoir suddenly became subtle.
Xie Xiangcai and Yue Ying were both busy, waiting for the other person to speak.
However, after half an hour, no party broke the deadlock.
Finally, Prime Minister Xie stood up from the soft bed. He clasped his fingers together and struggled in his heart for a long time before he said, "Girl, sit down and rest for a while!"
Yueying's body stiffened slightly, and after a moment she finally relaxed. She slowly turned around and looked at Xie Xiangcai. She bowed and saluted, "Thank you, Eighth Young Master, for your kindness."
Xie Xiangcai was startled, "Girl knows that I..."
The corners of Yue Ying's mouth raised slightly, and with just a frown and a smile, she was already stunningly beautiful in the world.
Xie Xiang regained his composure, pulled out the two seats in front of the table, and waited until Yue Ying sat down before he sat down.
He placed one of the two upside-down porcelain cups on the tea tray in front of Yue Ying, and the other in front of himself. He took the initiative to fetch the teapot and fill the two tea cups with tea.
Yue Ying lowered her head and blushed with embarrassment, like a harem girl who didn't know much about the world and never went out. Occasionally, there was an extra man in the room. She didn't need to move her body. Just looking at him was enough to make her face turn red.
Youthful spirit, white clothes and black hair, beautiful face.
The woman is slim, wearing a red dress and gauze, and her eyes are flowing.
The two drank all the tea in their cups, then raised their heads with blushing faces and looked at each other.
"Girl, I..."
"Sir, where did it come from..."
The two spoke at the same time, interrupting their questions at the same time.
Xie Xiangcai scratched his head and said a little cautiously, "Girl, you go first."
Yue Ying nodded slightly, "I don't know the young master's name, surname, age, and where he comes from?"
Xie Xiangcai took a deep breath and grinned slightly, "My name is Xie Xiangcai. I am sixteen years old. I come from a place called Fengxue Village in the north."
Yueying pondered and unconsciously looked out the window at the northern sky, "The Northern Territory... is very far away..."
Xie Xiangcai sighed and turned to Yue Ying, "Where are you, miss?"
Yue Ying smiled, "My name is Yue Ying. I am from Xiyun City not far away. I am the same age as the young master, just fifteen."
The young man touched his nose and nodded sheepishly.
The two fell into silence again, saying nothing.
The crescent moon outside the house is bright, but the boy inside is quiet.
There was no such thing as a beautiful spring night, and there was nothing like clouds and rain. What was there was just a young man and woman, each with their own thoughts, sitting at the table, lighting a red candle, and staying together until dawn.
two
Xie Xiangcai woke up in a daze and found himself lying on Yueying's bed.
His cheeks immediately turned red, and when he turned around and saw no one around, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Yueying has already stood up and is soaking a brand new towel in warm water behind a screen not far away.
Xie Xiangcai quickly got up from the bed and walked towards the screen.
"Thank you, Mr. Master, come here and wash up, then go out."
Yueying's gentle voice made Xie Xiangcai's heart move slightly.
Xie Xiangcai rolled up his sleeves and walked behind the screen.
He raised his head slightly and looked blankly at Yue Ying, who was wearing a snow-white dress, standing numbly on the spot.
Yue Ying's cheeks were slightly red, and she handed him the wrung towel, and then hid behind a small screen aside, no longer showing her head.
Xie Xiangcai was a little distracted until the towel in his hand became cold, and then he calmed down, wiped his face randomly, put the towel gently into the basin, and walked out of the room quietly.
Outside the room, Jin Yuanyang was smiling and waving her painting fan. She walked out of the room when she saw Xie Xiang and hurriedly greeted him, "Eighth Young Master, how was last night?"
Xie Xiangcai's cheeks flushed, and he put a money bag into Jin Yuanyang's hand without saying a word, then strode down the stairs and rushed out of Yuanyang Tower.
He lowered his head and walked quickly back to his residence. When he arrived at the entrance of the alley, he found that the door he had closed tightly last night was actually open through a gap.
Xie Xiangcai was startled, thinking that some thief had entered, and immediately quickened his pace.
But as soon as I moved a little bit, I remembered that there was nothing of much value in the house, only a few broken tables and chairs, which were given to thieves without even looking at them!
So he slowed down his pace for the time being, walked slowly to his residence, and gently pushed the door open.
When Xie Xiangcai opened the door, he couldn't help but froze on the spot.
At this time, the house had a completely new look. All the tables, chairs, benches, and even the bed boards had been refurbished.
In a small open space not far away, there was an extra screen, dividing the room into two places.
He stood there blankly until the seventh senior brother sitting in front of the table smiled and spoke.
"Junior brother, why are you standing there?"
Xie Xiangcai shook his head, knowing in his heart that all this was done by the Seventh Senior Brother. He immediately stepped forward and cupped his hands and said, "Excuse me, Seventh Senior Brother, how much silver did it cost to purchase these items? I will pay them all back to Senior Brother!"
The Seventh Senior Brother waved his hand casually, "Some furniture is not worth much. If you want to thank me, just buy me a drink when you are free."
Xie Xiangcai smiled, but he still felt a little regretful, thinking that he would definitely return the money to the Seventh Senior Brother when he had time in the future.
The Seventh Senior Brother waved and asked Xie Xiangcai to sit next to him, and then took out a brand new gourd from his waist.
The gourd is engraved with the character "eight".
He threw the gourd to Xie Xiangcai, who took it but did not dare to open it.
The Seventh Senior Brother laughed heartily when he saw this, "Don't worry, it's just some tea, not wine!"
Xie Xiangcai scratched his head and imitated the Seventh Senior Brother, tying the gourd to his waist.
The Seventh Senior Brother tapped his knuckles on the table, then stood up and walked behind the screen not far away.
Xie Xiangcai followed closely behind him. He saw his senior brother's slightly solemn expression and knew that the other party was preparing to teach on his behalf.
After the two came to the screen, there was a rather spacious desk in the empty space. On the desk, a neat piece of rice paper was spread out. In front of the rice paper, there was a shelf full of calligraphy brushes.
On the inkstone, the ink bricks, water and inkstone are ready.
The Seventh Senior Brother arranged his clothes for the first time and said to Xie Xiangcai, "Today is the first lesson I will teach on behalf of my teacher. Junior Brother, are you ready?"
Xie Xiangcai nodded solemnly, then straightened his clothes, rolled up his sleeves, and stepped forward to polish the ink.
A glint flashed in Brother Seventh's eyes, and he said to himself, "Goodness."
Those who seek spirituality will naturally have a long future.
After Xie Xiangcai grinded out thick ink that covered half of the inkstone, Brother Seventh did something. He walked to the desk, pulled out the seat, raised his hand and took off a wolf hair as thick as a thumb from the pen holder, rubbed the tip of the pen slightly, and waited. When the fluff is loosened, immerse the entire tip into the ink.
Brother Seventh moved his pen according to his heart, leaving traces of ink on the rice paper.
Xie Xiang looked at it intently, not understanding its meaning, but still calmed down.
The seventh brother left a word "wind" on the rice paper.
His expression didn't change at all, he just turned his head and looked at Xie Xiangcai without saying a word.
Xie Xiangcai stared at the word "wind" closely, wondering in his heart where this mystery lies. What exactly do these seventh brothers want to express with this word?
At a certain moment, Xie Xiangcai's eyes widened a little. The handwriting on the rice paper suddenly enlarged a little, and the ink seeped out on the soft paper, thick and bloated.
The young man suddenly came to his senses, and under the appreciative gaze of his seventh brother, he walked to the inkstone again, slightly raised the small pot filled with water, and poured some ink into the inkstone.
The ink is halfway through, and the fragrance of ink fills the air.
Brother Seventh lifted up the wolf brush again, rubbed it on the inkstone cover, and then dipped the tip of the pen into the ink mixed with clear water.
Lifting the pen, the tip of the pen fell on the blank space of the rice paper, and the word "wind" fell again. The tip of the pen was sharp and the writing was light.
What a word "wind"!
Prime Minister Xie raised his head, and the Seventh Senior Brother also put down his pen and raised his head.
The two looked at each other, and the Seventh Senior Brother smiled and said, "Fistes have punches, legs have leg seals, knives have blades, and swords have sword intent. All things have their own nourishment, and each has its own characteristics. It can be changed according to its own schedule to adapt to the way of heaven. , there is no great good."
Fortunately, Mr. Xie had been studying since he was a child, otherwise he would not have been able to understand Senior Brother Seventh's elegant and logical tone.
Xie Xiangcai nodded. Since the wind is wind, it is light and elegant. The first polishing ink was thick, and after the blending, it became bloated and could not show the free and unrestrained character of the word "wind".
The young man understood clearly in his heart that what Brother Seventh wanted to tell him in this first lesson was that all things need to be interpreted according to their own characteristics and rules.
When Xie Xiangcai was young, apart from practicing boxing, he only read books. He had a brief understanding of the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, but he knew them clearly and knew them by heart. He knew that this was called "Tao follows nature".
The Seventh Senior Brother suddenly exclaimed, and then he sat down on the seat with great movement, and then calmed down his expression. After a while, his expression was more solemn than when he came to the desk before thanking the Prime Minister. His eyes were staring at the screen, and the vicissitudes of his eyes seemed to have traveled through thousands of years. .
In the next breath, he suddenly stood up, and a shallow arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. The arc widened with the sound coming from his throat, and finally the smile at the corner of his mouth and the murmur in his throat turned into an almost crazy laugh.
"Here comes the pen!"
"Here comes the paper!"
"Here comes the wine!"
Xie Xiangcai subconsciously turned backwards to look at the seventh senior brother from a distance.
At this moment, the closed window was blown open by a gust of wind. Outside the window, a wolf was swept into the house along with a roll of printed gold-edged rice paper, and lifted off the paper on the desk with the word "wind" written on it.
"Wine comes from heaven!"
The Seventh Senior Brother pulled off the jug from his waist, poured out all the tea, and pointed the spout of the jug upward.
For a moment, the world was silent, and then a stream of water appeared out of thin air, appearing as a line, and flowed into the wine pot.
Xie Xiangcai only felt that the aroma of wine was overflowing in the room, mellow and melodious.
The seventh senior brother drank the wine that "fell from the sky" in one gulp, then threw the wine gourd away, spread out the rice paper, picked up the hair on his head, dotted some ink, and wrote furiously, mumbling something.
"Since it is the wind, then..."
"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"
"One day the roc rises with the wind and soars ninety thousand miles away!"
"If the wind stops and comes down, it can still blow away the water."
"When people see me, they all sneer when they hear my great words."
"My father-in-law is still afraid of future generations, but my husband must not be young!"
The pen is written and the poem is completed!
Done in one go!
It’s natural!
Xie Xiangcai on the side was stunned, not only by the demeanor of the seventh senior brother, but also by the demeanor of the poem!
mad!
Really crazy!
Prime Minister Xie stepped forward and carefully observed the handwriting on the printed rice paper.
Looking at the wild grass from a distance and the peak up close, looking forward to each other like dragons.
The young man stared at the poem and unconsciously began to mutter, but as soon as he whispered a few words, his temples felt a sharp pain, and his body "kicked" back.
Seeing this, the Seventh Senior Brother slowly stopped laughing wildly. After the ink on the rice paper was dry, he rolled it up, tied it with a thin thread, and then threw the scroll with the poem on it to Xie Xiangcai.
Xie Xiangcai was shocked when he saw this, and subconsciously took the scroll into his arms with both hands.
The Seventh Senior Brother smacked his lips, looking a little unfinished but contented.
He bent down and picked up the wine gourd on the ground. With a hint of drunkenness, he walked up to Xie Xiangcai, patted him on the shoulder, then turned around, walked past the screen, and walked out of the house.
"Junior brother, today's lesson ends here. There is a true meaning in it. You can understand it yourself..."
The clear voice of the Seventh Senior Brother echoed in Xie Xiangcai's ears and lingered for a long time.
Xie Xiangcai held the volume of poems in his arms, and his heart could not calm down for a long time.
