Small building·study
There is a young girl sitting, who is the little princess. The little princess has a pair of big almond eyes, and she is concentrating on painting. The painting in the painting is a man. Although it is not completed, it can be seen that his eyes are like stars, his nose is like hanging gallbladders, and his eyebrows are long. He flew diagonally into his temples, his lips were sharply cut, his body was tall and straight, he was indeed a handsome young man.
The little princess was finishing the painting at this time. She paused for a moment and suddenly remembered it. She smiled slightly, turned her pen, and outlined an object with a few strokes, which was a mask.
This man with an aura around him was holding a funny mask, which suddenly made him indescribably cute, making people laugh.
"Oh, I was wondering why you girl has changed your temper today and stopped acting wild outside. It turns out you have a lover. Tell me honestly, when did you hook up with me? Mother went to skin him and how dare you secretly hook up with me. Daughter!" a voice said from behind.
The little princess was looking at the portrait in a daze. Then she suddenly got excited and almost poked the face of the person in the painting with her pen. She raised her head and saw the eldest princess looking at her with a half-smile. She blushed to the root of her neck. She dropped the pen and stood up and opened her mouth. He wanted to explain, but he hesitated and didn't know what to say. In the end, he just muttered: "Mom!"
The eldest princess looked at her shy look, and the smile on her lips deepened. She glanced at the painting on the table and said suddenly: "Is this person Yingzhou Jieyuan Pei Ziyun? After listening to his words last night, Seeing his grace, you fell in love with him at first sight?"
The little princess blushed and said nothing.
"How do you want me to know? You are so shy. It's hard for me not to know." The eldest princess sat down, picked up the teacup handed over by the maid and stirred the foam: "This person is not an ordinary person. He has learned the solution at such a young age. In the Yuan Dynasty, poems and articles were all over the world. Among other things, "Jianjinjiu" has been spread all over the country, you must have heard of it, right?"
"Is he also the author of "Come Into the Wine"?" Upon hearing this, the little princess's eyes seemed to brighten even more.
"Exactly!" After saying this, the eldest princess's smile faded, showing a bit of worry: "Not only that, he also wrote a "Pinging Japanese Policy", which was sent to heaven to listen to."
"Although he is just an official, he is wiser in political affairs than many senior ministers in the court. He is well versed in contemporary literature, poetry, and political commentaries. At his age, he can be called a genius, but..."
"But what?" the little princess asked eagerly.
The eldest princess took a sip of tea and looked at her daughter meaningfully: "But this son has entered the Taoist sect. In fact, it doesn't matter if he joins the Taoist sect. Maybe it's a good thing if he can't be an official."
"It's just that despite his young age, this person kills very hard. He has dozens of lives on his hands. He can kill bandits, Taoists, and guards in black. Hehe, it's amazing." At this point, the eldest princess' tone turned cold. .
When the little princess heard this, she was dumbfounded and took a step back.
Pei Mansion
The sun rose from the city wall in the distance. With the crow of the rooster, Pei Ziyun got up and saw the cook serving soy milk, fried dough sticks and rice porridge, while the little girl was waiting on him.
"It's true that this landlord is living a happy life!" Pei Ziyun had to admit. As he was pacing, he heard a voice from outside the door: "Sir, Master, are you there? The things have been fetched as you asked."
This was Ya Po's voice, and Pei Ziyun reached the door in a few strides.
There was a "bang bang bang" knock on the door of the house, and the voice was a little eager and excited. The door opened, and Ya Po came in with a maid and a big basket in her hand.
As soon as he came in, he said: "Young Master, I have found everything you are looking for, but I have something that belongs to a few people, but I didn't buy it. Please forgive me, Master."
Yapo opened the door and said like this, as if she had not done what Pei Ziyun taught her well, and felt ashamed. When she saw Pei Ziyun, Yapo flattered him and said, "Master, are you practicing swordsmanship?"
"How many things have been collected? Let's take it up and see." Pei Ziyun said, it has only been three days, but this Yaba's fighting ability is amazing!
Ya Po shouted to the maid: "Girl Gui, take out all the things and show them to Mr. Pei. Mr. Pei, I will buy these things according to your request. I don't know if they are true or false, but those people all swore that these things are Everything has been passed down from generation to generation, so there must be nothing wrong with it, can you take a look?"
Following Yapo's words, the maid took out some wooden swords, iron bowls, basins, some red and yellow stones, some rags, and some Taoist and Buddhist scriptures.
Seeing that there were some strange and messy things in the basket, but not separated from his personal belongings, he pointed to the things in the basket and said, "Tell me about these things, what are they?"
Looking at these things, Pei Ziyun felt unhappy, so he fixed these things for only two hundred taels.
"This has no sustenance." After touching it on his hand, Pei Ziyun understood clearly. As soon as he touched this relic, a little paint fell off his hand.
Yapo quickly apologized and gestured: "Sir, this is the relic of monk Huichong from Jishi Temple. The old monk in the temple sold it. This one costs fifty taels of silver. It was originally said to cost one hundred taels. I thought about it. It’s too expensive, I cut the price by fifty taels.”
"oh?"
Pei Ziyun's face was twitching, his hand was on the sword, and he had the urge to kill Ya Po with one sword. Is he taking himself as a victim? These things, these pebbles dyed with paint cost fifty taels, which was more expensive than gold.
Ya Po seemed to sense Pei Ziyun's anger, and quickly took out a Taoist book from the basket: "Young Master, look, this is a Taoist book bought from Qingxuan Temple. People in the Taoist temple said it was written by Taoist Qingsong himself, and it is displayed in the house. Here, the Taoist priests are also greedy for money, and Taoist Master Qingsong collected a total of one hundred taels before selling them."
Pei Ziyun raised his eyes and took the Taoist book with no expression on his face. He turned it over and saw that some Taoist techniques were recorded on it. The Taoist techniques were not surprising, but he had not seen some of the techniques.
"It's genuine. It must have been figured out by the Taoist himself. Many of them are unique and can be studied. In fact, this alone is worth it." After thinking about it, he felt much calmer and continued to look at it.
Reaching out and taking out the tattered clothes, Yapo introduced them all the way: "Mr. Pei, these are the clothes of Taoist Qingsong."
"Wooden sword!" Pei Ziyun took the sword, and a static-like feeling flashed through him, giving him sustenance, and his heart warmed.
"Master Pei, this is a wooden sword. The Taoist priest of Qingxuan Guan said it is the wooden sword used by Taoist Qingsong."
The remaining gadgets had no sustenance, including Taoist books, wooden swords, Xiao, and pens. Pei Ziyun understood that Ya Po was just an ordinary person and couldn't tell the difference at all. It was normal for someone to take advantage of the things he asked to buy, but this time I was lucky, and my winning rate was very high, but this was just luck. It was obvious that this Yapa had thoughts and actions of colluding with outsiders to plot against me. I couldn't condone this, and immediately her face darkened: "Yapo, what are you buying? ? Do you really think I’m being taken advantage of?”
"Tell me, are you colluding with those people?" Pei Ziyun's cold gaze made Ya Po feel cold when she was told what she was thinking. She swallowed silently and said, "Mr. Pei, how dare I?"
"Don't you dare? That's all. This relic is obviously dyed stone. You are an old lady, can't you see through this?"
"Other things can be said to be relics, but these tattered clothes really think I'm a beggar? Are you accepting everything?"
"You may not know that Zhang Cheng is dead." Pei Ziyun said calmly with a wistful smile: "The arrests informed me that he was seriously ill, but in fact he died from Thousand Layer Paper."
"Do you know stickers? They are wet papers, and they are stuck on Zhang Cheng's face layer by layer. He struggled desperately, but he couldn't move because he was tied up, so he could only try his best to breathe."
"It was pasted layer by layer like this, and it was called thousand-layer paper. In fact, after more than a dozen layers of wet paper, I couldn't breathe anymore. I just died with bleeding from my orifices and my tongue sticking out."
"Why, do you want to taste this too?"
Such a gloomy and terrifying thing was narrated as if it were commonplace. Ya Po felt a chill in her heart and secretly cursed herself, could she fool this person
He forced a smile and said: "Sir, how dare I? If you don't like it, I will retreat."
"Return this so-called relic. I gave you this job. You have already made a lot of money. Don't ask for the fine wine. You can continue to pay attention to the rest. If you want to buy it, take me to see it before buying it."
Seeing Pei Ziyun say this, Ya Po secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, yes, I must pay attention to it. There are only a few companies left. The prices of these companies are too high, and there are two companies that are unwilling to sell. Master, what do you think?"
"It's okay. Take me there next time. If I like it, I'll give you a reward." Pei Ziyun returned to his original smile.
After hearing this, Ya Po quickly said: "Yes, Master!"
Then he led the maid back, and when he touched her, his back was wet.
Pei Ziyun locked the door and went back to the room. The sun was rising a little, shining in the courtyard. He entered the room, locked the door, and told the cook: "Don't call me, I will come out on my own."
As soon as Pei Ziyun lay down on the bed, he put the wooden sword under the pillow. As soon as his head touched the pillow, a kind of tiredness emerged, and he gradually fell into a deep sleep.
Dimly, I could only hear the shouts of "Hum ha, drink, ah"
Several Taoist boys in front of him were holding wooden swords and stabbing forward, repeating the cycle.
A Taoist supervisor cursed fiercely: "The world is already showing signs of decline. You Taoist boys are unwilling to practice swordsmanship. In the future, when I am gone, how can you protect yourself? Don't cry. Keep practicing for me."
Suddenly, there was a bamboo forest. Only three or four of the original seven or eight Taoist boys were chopping moso bamboo.
The teaching Taoist's hair was already a little gray, and he looked at these Taoist boys coldly: "You are not allowed to eat until you cut a hundred bamboos every day. This swordsmanship must be passed down by you."
The scene turned, and they were sitting cross-legged in a quiet room. The incense slowly rose, and suddenly a bright light flashed through. The incense was cut off, but the smoke was not disturbed at all.
"Bang bang!" The door opened and an old Taoist came in. His hair was completely white: "Your sword skills have surpassed mine. I have nothing left to teach you."
The next moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a black cloud lingered between the mountains. Rain fell on the face and on the densely packed corpses, and the shouts came quickly and uniformly.
The man's face was whiter than the moonlight, and he slowly drew his sword in his hand and killed the crowd.
Wherever the incredible sword light went, people fell down like straw, blood splattered, and cries, shouts, and screams filled the ears.
The sword was retracted and suddenly changed into a Xiao. The man started blowing towards the Xiao. It was already dark and there was drizzle in the dusk. The sound of the Xiao was not loud. At first it was as thin as a hair, and it seemed to be there or not. It kept curling up in the night sky. Circle and disperse in all directions.
The Xiao was retracted and turned into a pen. The spring rain outside the window and the quiet indoors made the end of the pen slide across the clean paper, as if dancing to the rhythm. Stepping back a few steps, I saw a piece of paper with the image of Shi sitting cross-legged. He placed his left hand horizontally on his left foot, and flexed his right hand to make a circle. Listening to this man sighing: "I started by killing, raised by Xiao, and concentrated on painting. Can I enter the Tao with a sword?"
With this sigh, Pei Ziyun suddenly opened his eyes and looked around blankly. It was close to noon. Although the door was closed, the sun was shining through the window. Thousands of floating dust were flying in the beam, as if it was another world.
"A swordsman has been a swordsman for sixty years. He has swung his sword several times and sheathed it. This journey of searching for the path is really a dream!"
(End of chapter)