Peach Blossom Spring View
When Pei Ziyun went out, Nu Guan ordered the female Taoist boy to place Ye Su'er in place. The outer half of the Taoist temple looked ordinary, but when they entered the private garden at the back, behind the hanging flower door, Ye Su'er couldn't help but be secretly shocked.
I saw a corridor forming a circle, with exquisite trees and rocks. In the middle is the hall, and behind the hall are five upper rooms, all with carved beams and paintings. When I entered my room, it was elegantly decorated, and the walls were all covered with mulberry paper. The female Taoist smiled. : "You just rest, I will call you during the meal."
After saying that, he went out and saw that Nu Guan had put down the paper. There was a light red talisman paper in front of him. There was a small round light on it, but there was a figure. Someone inside said to him lightly: "Junior sister rarely uses the talisman to communicate. But for what purpose?"
"Senior sister, Zhao Ning of Jinsong Yunmen wrote a letter asking me to protect someone." Nu Guan smiled and explained in a few words: "So I sold a small favor."
"This is a trivial matter. It's okay for Junior Sister to protect me. It's not worth the effort of Junior Sister to spend the talisman to tell me, right?" The figure on the other side was silent for a moment and said.
"Senior sister knows me. Look at this article. It was written within five steps by Pei Ziyun. His literary talent is nothing more than that. Look at the description inside -"
As she said this, Nu Guan read aloud, "The Peach Blossom Spring" was only three hundred and ninety-five words. She finished reading it in a moment, but the figure on the other side was silent for a long time, and then she said: "Although this "Peach Blossom Spring" is only a few hundred words, its contents are The description makes it seem like a world away from home, it can be called a paradise."
"It looks like a blessed land, but it also resembles a description of a small cave."
"Is this Pei Ziyun a Taoist disciple?"
Nu Guan smiled and said: "If you are a Taoist disciple, why should I be surprised?"
"I know this person. Songyunmen Zhao Ning was looking for the reincarnated master uncle in Woniu Village. He also noticed this person at first. Later, he found that this person had too much ordinary heart and only wanted to read Confucianism to gain fame, so he Let it go—this kid definitely doesn’t know the secrets of Taoism.”
"Furthermore, the description of this Blessed Land Cave Heaven is not known to even the disciples of the outside world, but the disciples of the true disciples know it. Zhao Ning will definitely not tell it."
"Is that the Dao Gen Hui Gu?" The figure on the opposite side was silent for a while, and then said: "The talisman is almost gone, so I can't go into details. That's it. I'll come over and see for myself when I get out of seclusion."
As he spoke, there was a "pop" sound, and a small round light on the talisman went out, and the female crown did not think it was strange. She waved her sleeves and smiled: "Haha, I didn't expect that I would find good talents for my sect while I was cultivating here. achievement."
He was in a very happy mood and ordered: "Today, let Aunt Li serve a few more dishes and tell her that there will be one more person in the temple from now on!"
The girl agreed without any embarrassment. Although the Taoist temple is not small, they are all women, and the master is not willing to cook every day, so the meals are usually provided by a small restaurant nearby. At this time, all he has to say is nothing more. It's a matter of spending a few more taels of silver.
These few taels of silver are naturally not a big deal.
Woniu Village
Pei Ziyun went back thoughtfully. It was almost noon, and even if something happened, people still had to eat, so there was smoke floating in the sky over the whole village. When he reached the door, he subconsciously sniffed... The house was filled with a light plant ash and the fragrance of rice.
"Mom, are you back?"
Pei Ziyun took a quick look and saw that his mother, Pei Qian, who had been out yesterday, had returned home and was cooking.
This is a woman who is only in her thirties, but she looks about forty due to long-term hard work, and the hard work caused her mother to contract a cough, which made her cough.
With a little heat in her heart, Pei Ziyun hurriedly stepped forward and gently patted her back. When Pei Qian turned around, she saw that it was her child, wearing a green shirt, who had just come back from outside, and her frown eased.
Pei Qian grabbed the corner of Pei Ziyun's clothes and asked, "Son, I went home this morning and didn't see you. I also heard the old aunt in the village whispering that the black wind came to the village last night to steal food. She didn't see my son, so she was very worried. , now that I see that my son is fine, I feel relieved."
After saying that, I shed tears.
The same was true for his mother in his previous life. She always cried easily because of him. Pei Ziyun couldn't help but feel pain in his heart when he saw his mother like this.
At this time, Mrs. Pei Qian stood up and saw that the firewood in the stove was blazing, and the hot flames were licking the bottom of the pot. The aroma of porridge boiled out from under the pot lid. However, the family was poor, so the kitchen was small. , there is no chimney, the smoke comes out from under the pot.
It turned out that her mother was taking advantage of the time to make porridge and embroidered some fabrics to supplement the family income. She coughed because of the smoke. Only then did Pei Ziyun discover the reason for her mother's cough.
"Mom, I know how to put firewood!" Pei Ziyun pushed gently. Pei Qian couldn't resist her son, so she had to stay embroidered.
"Ye Su'er, I have always been attracted to her. She is so delicate and capable of running a household." Her mother weaved and said with a smile on her face, but she didn't know that the black wind thief wanted to acquire the beauty of the village yesterday.
"I know that you and Ye Su'er have been childhood sweethearts since childhood. No matter what happens in the future, you must treat her kindly. I see that you two little sweethearts will get married in the future, and my mother will feel at ease." After that, she looked at the kitchen. When the porridge is cooked, he is ready to step forward and take the bowl.
The mother and son ate pickles and drank porridge. The Pei family was very strict in running the household, and so was Pei's mother. During meals, she would not speak unless something happened.
After lunch and a short rest, Pei Ziyun hid the story of her meeting with her husband today and told Ye Suer one by one. When it came to the time when her husband gave her money and asked her to go to the government for an examination, Pei Ziyun heard about it and let go. He finished his work and started talking.
"Your late father was originally a member of the previous dynasty. There was no one in the court at that time, so he was transferred to the county magistrate Bo to suppress the rebellion. In the end, he was killed by the thieves."
"This was originally a sacrifice for the country, but I didn't want to be framed again and said that I died by surrendering to the thieves."
"How can we argue in the chaos? I fled with your uncle. The war was chaotic and the journey was not peaceful. Your uncle died because of the recurrence of his old injuries while protecting me."
"Because I was in a panic when I fled, I only had time to bring a little savings with me. When I came to the village, I could only buy some household property. After giving birth to you, I spent all my money. My life became increasingly difficult. Apart from the scientific examination books left behind, I could only buy some household property. I mortgaged everything, but luckily I can still do needlework, so I can barely make a living."
"The new dynasty was established, and the world was gradually becoming more peaceful. A few years ago, Mr. Zhao came here. Because he was an eunuch, he asked you to worship him as your teacher. He often helped my mother and son, and taught you to read every day."
"Today I say that you have succeeded in studying. My family will eventually be able to honor our ancestors, and your father will be able to rest in peace under Jiuquan. In the future, when you gain fame, don't forget Mr. Zhao's help to my family."
As his mother told him, Pei Ziyun couldn't help but be startled. He returned to the room. It was a small room with a wooden grille and a small window. A wooden couch occupied half of the room. On the couch, there were neatly folded blue cloth quilts that had been washed white. , and there is a bookshelf against the wall, which is densely packed with books. These are the books that my mother, Pei Qian, worked hard to bring without gold and silver.
This is the foundation of being a scholar.
All the books on the shelf have been read by the original owner, and there are inkstones, paper and pens on the small wooden table.
Pei Ziyun sat on a bench under the couch and glanced around. His heart was heavy and he was in a trance. He thought of the system's tasks and gained some understanding.
It seems that the original owner is not completely pedantic. This Pei family was originally a family of officials. After his father died and his uncle died, mother and son depended on each other. Mrs. Pei Qian was originally a county lady. She suffered so much and shed so many tears for her son and the family name. , how could the original owner be ruthless and unjust, abandon everything to cultivate immortality
Moreover, this system was transformed by the original owner Lingbao. It is neither omnipotent nor caring about other places. The tasks issued are all related to the regrets of the original owner. Therefore, the first task is to save Ye Suer, and the second is to obtain fame, and to obtain fame Most of it was because of the mother in front of me, who was less than forty and already had gray hair and wrinkles.
Pei Ziyun spread out the rice paper and rubbed the ink. After rubbing it for a while, the ink became a little sticky. He picked up the pen and tried to write an article.
It only took a while to write an article. I just savored the article carefully. The more I looked at it, the more wrong it became. It couldn't be read at all. Pei Ziyun couldn't help but remain silent.
The original owner's quality is not very high. He studied at the age of ten. At this point in time, the past does not count. It took him five years to finally become a scholar. Although he inherited the memory of the original owner, memory does not equal talent. , to put it simply, it’s like reading other people’s books.
Now, although I have memory, the articles I write are not popular among scholars.
Of course, with memory, I can save a few years of studying, but to cultivate to the original level of a scholar, I'm afraid it will take several more years.
How long can you and Pei Qianshi wait
According to the memory of the original owner, Pei Qian died of illness seven years later.
Thinking of this, I was silent for a long time. I picked up the article given by my master, savored it carefully, and sighed for a long time: "It would be better if I spent several more years on such an article."
"The only thing you can do is cheat."
"The original owner is so pedantic that he is secretly afraid of his own golden finger, but I am not afraid."
"The system only issues tasks and unlocks permissions. In fact, according to the original owner's memory, the function of this plum blossom is to steal spiritual and Taoist secrets!"
Pei Ziyun was in the room with the window facing south. At this moment, the window was half open and half closed. A peach blossom was blooming outside the window, and he was meditating for a long time.
"One petal of the plum blossom between the eyebrows has opened. Although it is not possible to steal Taoist secrets, it is possible to steal spiritual secrets that do not contain supernatural power. At this time, you can find something to entrust the spiritual secrets to."
"This has a miraculous effect and can quickly increase your knowledge. If you want to be a scholar, you must start from this."
"I remember Mr. Zhao, who is a Taoist and teaches in the Mongolian School. He has collected a lot of books."
"According to the memory of the original owner, printing and ordinary copying, even if the recorded content is the Heavenly Book and the Golden Record, it cannot be stolen, because it does not contain spiritual meaning and Taoist charm."
"Only those who are scholars or Taoists have devoted their whole life to writing in their own handwriting, and are entrusted with their spiritual wisdom. Can they be stolen from me as something entrusted to me."
"Mr. Zhao has a library, or he may have what he needs in it. I have already troubled him today and it is not appropriate to go there anymore. I can go there tomorrow."
"Besides, I am very tired from fighting at night, so I will take a day off."
Thinking of this, Pei Ziyun calmed down and suddenly felt mental and physical fatigue rolling over him. He fell on the wooden couch and fell asleep soon after.
(End of chapter)