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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 on a futon. I casually pulled a small basket for storing sundries. There were things like needlework, scissors, and two bronze mirrors in it. They all seemed to be items for daily use, and there was nothing conspicuously unusual about them. 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 hands 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 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 treated him poorly and has kept him under house arrest until now. So he wanted to think about the bronze mirror carefully to see if he could find out its secrets, 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, including fire roasting, water immersion, 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 the bronze mirror was something like a token.
After looking 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 his body, such as doing weight-bearing splits, pulling ropes and flipping over beams, 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 knows that unlocking more body martial arts and self-defense angles can save his life at critical moments if he needs to protect himself. The news he heard in Xiaomiao Village or Shangqing Sect proves that the world is in troubled times. No matter what happens in the future, he tries to make some preparations for a rainy day.
Cultivation is divided into civil and martial arts. In addition to martial arts and physical training, in my spare time, I dug out the pens, inks, paper and inkstones in the house to practice the small seal script that is universally used in the world, and copied it from some books. For a "senior archaeologist" like him, there is no problem in identifying the Xiaozhuan font. He also writes well in calligraphy with calligraphy, but he has never used a brush to write Xiaozhuan font. The direction of the strokes is different. So it takes practice.
Fortunately, his calligraphy skills were quite good, and his calligraphy skills, which were initially deformed, turned into something presentable in just one month.
There is a charcoal basin next to the writing desk, and after writing, he will burn his calligraphy treasure.
The things he needed to practice calligraphy were fully supplied by the Shangqing Sect, 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 newly made and was placed under the peach blossom 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."
Also here this time was Song Yanqing, whom he hadn't seen for a long 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 hint of bad humor. He patted Niu Youdao on the shoulder and asked, "Little junior brother. , how are you living here?"
Niu Youdao: "It's okay, okay, it's 10,000 times better than what we eat in the village. It's just a little boring being locked up here and not being able to go out and walk around."
Song Yanqing said happily: "How long have you been here? Calm 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. [oM]" After saying that, he walked to the edge of the cliff with his hands and looked at the Shangqing Palace on the opposite side. He had a beautiful and imaginative look on his face, and sometimes he showed a frown and a thoughtful look on his face, and finally he sighed softly, "It's a pity that I'm not in the capital!"
Niu Youdao approached 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 city!"
Niu Youdao was immediately confused. Poems and songs? You, a practitioner, sigh for a poem or song, what does that 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 has liked Tang Yi for many years, and Tang Yi likes the tone of poems and songs. In order to please Song Yanqing, as soon as any good poems come out in the capital, someone will send them to him, and he will dedicate them to Tang Yi for appreciation. This time, Song Yanqing didn't know where the link was. It was probably because there had been no good products from the capital for a long time. His hands were itchy and he wrote a poem by himself. He asked him and Xu Yitian how they had written it. How could they say that he had written it? No, naturally I said yes. As a result, Song Yanqing sent the fart to Tang Yi. He didn't know the specific process. In short, Song Yanqing didn't look very good when he came back. He even scolded him and Xu Yitian to vent their anger. You can guess what happened if you think about it. thing.
Therefore, he understood Song Yanqing's mood very well. If in that prosperous place of poetry in the capital, 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, wandering 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 proficient in poetry, lyrics and songs. Senior Sister Tang beat me when I was little. After being 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, seeming to warn Niu Youdao not to ask questions that he shouldn't ask, and to shut up. , quickly followed the yard.
Niu Youdao rolled his eyes and quickly followed.
Song Yanqing told Chen Guishuo a few words after going around once, then put his hands behind his back and was about to leave. Niu Youdao rushed to catch up and shouted: "Senior 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 please help me 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 figured out his details. He only found out about the fact that a down-and-out scholar became a teacher in Xiaomiao Village when he learned about his basic situation from the villagers.
But why did he come here after all the hardships? He came here because of Dong Guo Haoran's terrifying abilities, not because he was put under house arrest to waste time. He really wanted to get the Shangqing Sect's cultivation techniques. After being put under house arrest, he couldn't find an opening to start. He finally bumped into him. 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 hearts of many women." of joy."
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, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. Niu Youdao was obviously following 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 quite 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, and silver and men are far away in darkness. As soon as the golden wind and jade 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 he is good to others. I still have some ability to appreciate 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 look on his face and said: "What a word! What a word!" It felt like this word was so appropriate for him.
Niu Youdao was secretly amused. He put his pen aside, stood up, and pretended not to understand: "Is it a good word?"
Song Yanqing nodded, staring at the handwriting and browsing it over and over. 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, and 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, and nodded: "It seems so.",.