Outside Anqing County, the Fu family farm.
A bamboo house is close to the farmland, and the sliding window is stretched to the maximum by wooden poles, letting in the spring breeze and light.
There are thousands of mountains outside the window, overlapping to form a painting.
A scholar sat lazily in the window. There were a lot of pens, inks, books and inkstones on the table, and there was a pile of straw paper. Some were held down by paperweights, and some were spread randomly on the table. They were all covered with small words. The spring breeze Then the fragrance of ink spread all over the house, and I felt intoxicated by the smell.
There are many paper balls in the bamboo basket next to it.
The scholar picked up some of the recent ones and looked at them carefully, correcting them from time to time, and thinking about them from time to time.
There are rumors of praying mantises eating people's shadows in Nianping County. Local people will walk around when encountering a praying mantis, especially on sunny days. I heard that the newly appointed county magistrate didn't believe it. One day when he was out on inspection, he was sitting in a field and his shadow was really eaten by a praying mantis. When he found it, it had already eaten half of it. Now, no matter when the magistrate goes out, no matter how bright the sun is, Only half the shadow remains.
The scholar made a special trip to visit, it was not a rumor.
There is a county next to the Liujiang River. If the locals want to learn how to swim, they do not go into the river. Instead, they catch a dragonfly in the summer and use the dragonfly to bite the child's navel. After biting, the child will naturally swim.
After asking, it was found that this is how the locals learned to swim.
The scholar also caught this kind of dragonfly last year and used it to bite his cousin's navel, and then pushed his cousin into the river. I don't know whether Anqing's dragonfly was wrong or his cousin was no longer a child, so it had no effect.
Naturally, these must also be recorded in the book.
From time to time I thought about changing a few words.
…
As he watched, the scholar remembered the meeting on the Liujiang River at the beginning of this year, and couldn't help but smile.
Although I have heard and memorized many stories, all of which are magical and interesting, but none of them can compare with my encounter with that little gentleman?
I traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers to find Taoist temples but could not find them.
On the way back, I happened to meet a real person whom I didn't recognize.
It's really ingenious and wonderful.
And thinking of that gentleman's extraordinary demeanor, the pleasure of spending a few days with him on the boat, and his encouragement and affirmation of himself, the scholar couldn't help but smile. It was really difficult not to write it down.
After struggling for a moment, I finally picked up the pen.
I dipped my pen in ink and pondered over how to write and word my words so as not to bury the fate of Jiang Shang.
The sunlight flickers by outside the window, and the shadows of flowers on the table move forward.
The spring breeze blows in the sweet fragrance of cauliflower, which makes people calm, but it also blows the straw paper and pages on the table, turning them over with a swishing sound. It also makes people helpless, because they are obviously illiterate, so why bother flipping through the books.
After a second thought, the scholar had another thought——
Perhaps the master had some idea and asked Qingfeng to come and inquire.
Maybe the little ghost in this world also likes these stories he wrote and can't wait to join in and read them.
The scholar smiled and put away his pen.
The paper is full of writing. After reading it briefly, I feel that the writing is beautiful and the words are beautiful. The flowing words are flowing. There is humor in the indifference, and there is fairyland in the humor. I really like it.
There is only one question left.
The scholar thought silently.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Cousin..."
It was my cousin's voice.
The scholar turned his head to look, but his brows were furrowed.
It’s not that I’m afraid that when I open the door, there will be a few brats. I’ve imitated my cousin’s voice to deceive myself. Although I have heard and written such stories in books, if I actually meet them, I will be calm and polite. Please treat them to a cup of tea. What he was afraid of was that when he opened the door, in addition to his cousin, there were also elders and teachers from the clan school standing there, trying to drag him back home or to the clan school.
This place is just a farmhouse. Because it is far away from the family house and the scenery is very good, it is used as a study by him.
Writing miscellaneous books these days is ultimately disgraceful.
That’s not impossible. If I write again when I am thirty or forty years old, no one will talk about me anymore. If you wait until you are fifty or sixty to write, those who can talk about yourself will probably be gone long ago. If you can still talk about yourself, you can just write them into your own story. But now he is only in his twenties, and the tribe still hopes that he can study hard and obtain fame.
After all, there are only a few people who are as detached from the world and unconstrained by worldly perspectives as that gentleman.
Otherwise, how can he be an expert?
"Cousin!"
There was still knocking on the door and calling him.
"well……"
The scholar put away the draft paper, stood up and pushed the door open.
I thought that if my cousin brought an elder or teacher from the clan, I would take him to experience the legend of mantises eating shadows this summer, so as to add more details to the story in the book.
"Squeak~"
When the bamboo door opened, there was only one person outside.
The cousin, who was also in his early twenties, stood outside and looked at him with a smile: "I knew you were here! Why did it take you so long to open the door? Is there a charming female ghost hiding secretly?"
"Just you?"
"Of course! Otherwise?"
"Why are you here?"
"Of course something happened!"
"I'm busy today."
"I just came back from the city. I heard some things and felt that you must be interested, so I came here to tell you."
"Is the Liujiang Conference over?"
"Not yet. But after the competition is over, there won't be much excitement left. Many idle Jianghu people have dispersed. Only the Jianghu faction remains, and they gather together every day to drink and talk."
"What did you hear?"
"The waterway from Anqing to Lingbo is connected, did you know?"
"Huh? How did you get through?"
"Haha! I knew you hadn't heard yet!"
"Say it quickly!"
"Pour me a cup of tea first..."
"Shit! Come on, come on!"
"The water monster was killed by a passing god."
"A passing deity? Which deity?"
The scholar quickly moved a chair and stool, sat down with him, and stared at him closely.
"I don't know which god it is. Anyway, the first person who discovered that the water demon was dead and ran to the city to inform the officials was a shepherd boy. The shepherd boy said that it was a man with a bay-red horse and a calico cat, using a He looked like a young man wandering around in the world, but he didn’t even touch the fairy water, and he didn’t see any magic. The river opened, bubbled, and the water demon floated up."
"What?"
"What's wrong?"
"Can you say that again."
"Cousin, don't worry..."
My cousin was laughing. He didn't know how dangerous his shadow was at this moment, so he just told him from the beginning.
After hearing this, the scholar was stunned for a long time.
For a moment I thought of the stories I had heard about Fulong Temple, and for a moment I thought of that gentleman’s transcendental demeanor. He hid in the fairyland, walked around the world and cast down demons and demons at will, only karmic connections with those who were destined to him. By chance, even if someone who is not destined can walk to the door and search the whole mountain, he cannot find it. How can this Yin Yang Mountain not be an immortal mountain, and how can the people in the mountain not be immortals?
I have something new to write again.
However, he didn't want to write at this time. He just wanted to sit for a while and savor the new story and the previous encounter.
The first reader of a person who writes a book is himself.
But I don’t know where the gentleman was wandering to at this time and what he was doing.
…
It is still two hundred miles away from the Pingzhou boundary.
Song You was lying on a hilltop.
The soil quality on the mountain is quite good. This piece of soil is full of peas. They grow so densely that no gaps can be seen. From a distance, they look like a green blanket.
At this time, the peas are not yet mature, but they have already produced fruits. They have grown to a size slightly larger than mung beans and can be eaten raw.
Pick a piece of pea pod, take out the peas and put it in your mouth. It is very tender and refreshing, with a hint of sweetness.
Song You used to eat like this.
When I was in Fulongguan, I grew my own peas, so I naturally tossed them around as I pleased. In my previous life, when I was young, on the way home from school, I would go to other people's pea fields with my classmates and lie down to eat, relying on adults' tolerance for children to act recklessly.
Now it's considered stealing even if you barely do it.
But you have to pay it back after you eat it.
The same thing is that no matter the past life or the present, this moment is very peaceful.
Lying down and looking up at the sky, my eyes are filled with blue sky and white clouds. The breeze blows in front of me, bringing the fragrance of pea shoots, and a swallow flies freely in the blue sky.
I just feel free, quiet and beautiful inside.
As the saying goes -
I lie on my back in the world, no house, no tent, so free, no worries, my life is worth this moment.
Song You took another piece of pod and opened it.
There is a little more sweet taste in the mouth.
"Xixissuosuo..."
The calico cat next to me is crawling, sniffing left and right, looking up and down, sometimes jumping up to pounce on the little butterfly in the ground.
This small butterfly is only as big as a fingernail, blue-purple in color, and difficult to catch. If she catches it, she will take it to the horse and put it all in the cloth bag to feed the swallows later.
She felt that the swallow was always afraid of her.
The Taoist priest said that swallows are afraid of cats.
So she never caught a bird to eat along the way. She could easily catch it several times, but she held back and let it go. However, the swallow was still afraid of her and refused to stand with her. She thought maybe she could catch some bugs for him to eat and please him, maybe it would be good.
Song You didn't care about this and let her play.
"call……"
Swallows passed by at low altitude, leaving behind a sentence:
"Sir, someone is here."
As soon as he finished speaking, a woman's voice sounded:
"Where did the thief come from!?"
Song You immediately stood up from the ridge.
I saw a woman with tanned skin walking up from the path at the foot of the mountain, staring directly at the people in the ground, nervous and angry.
Seeing that it was a Taoist priest, she relaxed a little, but she was still very angry.
"Who are you? Are you stealing my peas?"
It's really like when I was a child in my previous life, I was caught eating peas in the mountains and was discovered by an adult.
But it’s not that time after all.
"Sister-in-law, don't panic."
Song You just smiled, brushed off the dirt and grass clippings on his clothes, stretched out his finger towards the edge of the soil, and immediately a little bit of luster fell down, like stars and rain, falling on his finger.
Then he handed it over:
"In Lingquan County, Xiayi Prefecture, a mountain man traveled all over the world. When he passed by here, he borrowed some peas from his sister-in-law to satisfy his craving. But I definitely didn't eat them secretly. The peas here will grow back in one night at most, and there is no doubt that there will be more peas than before. These, sister-in-law, please take a look."
"you……"
The woman was immediately frightened and didn't know what to say.
"I'll take my leave."
Song You bowed his hands to her and walked down the mountain.
The calico cat continued to flutter twice, trying hard to catch the butterfly. She turned around and saw that he was gone. She stared at the butterfly reluctantly, then turned around and ran after him. The bay-red horse stepped forward silently, and the swallows in the sky drew an elegant curve in the air and followed him.
The path was covered with bushes, and before we had gone very far, a few figures were blocked from view. Only the sound of the horse's bells could still be heard faintly in the mountains, and the direction could no longer be discerned.
The woman stared blankly, eyes wide open.
After a long time, he patted his leg.
"oops!"
I'm afraid I've met a god.
Thank you to the leader of the "Stars in the Night" boss for bowing and showing off your breasts!
