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Volume Two: The Edge of the Sword Appears Chapter 255: One Year

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    The mountains and forests are covered with snow and white.  The roofs of the pavilions and pavilions built in the mountains are all covered with snow.

    This is Wushan, located ten miles north of the capital. It is a famous scenic spot far and near.

    The midwinter season is miserable for the poor people, but for the literati and poets, it is a rare good weather for traveling.

    ? Nearly every one of the pavilions and pavilions is crowded with gentle snow-watchers.  A charcoal fire is lit, fine wine is warmed, and various dishes are placed on several tables, creating a rich dining scene.

    During this period, there was lively conversation and laughter, and poems were spoken from time to time, adding a bit of elegance.

    "Haha, yesterday I waited for nearly eight hours at the Book Saint Mansion, and finally got a word. It's so cool."

    "No, brother Hou Lin, you are so lucky, I envy you."

    "Quick, take it out and take a look."

    Then Brother Hou Lin carefully took out a framed calligraphy next to his body.

    It is said to be a piece of writing, but in fact the actual writing paper is only about the size of a palm, and it seems to be a little wrinkled, with the word "Zhi" written on it like flying phoenixes.

    "Good calligraphy is indeed from the hand of a calligrapher."

    "It goes without saying that this character changes three times with one stroke, and the style is awe-inspiring. Except for the calligrapher, there is no other semicolon."

    "With this one word, is Brother Hou Lin willing to part ways with you?"

    "If you don't want to sell it, don't sell it. I want to keep it as a family heirloom."

    Hearing this, there were sighs all around.

    The sage of calligraphy lives in the capital, and there is an endless stream of people who come to ask for calligraphy all day long.  Unable to bear the trouble, the Book Sage simply left Beijing for a long trip and spent most of his time outside.  The dragon has its head but not its tail.

    In recent years, very few people have been able to obtain authentic works of calligraphers.  Very rare.

    Now that the New Year is approaching, the calligrapher who traveled far away returns home.  After hearing the news.  Hundreds of people immediately gathered outside Shusheng's Mansion, waiting for family members to come out to take out the trash.

    " Among these rubbish, if you are lucky, you can find the pen and ink of the calligraphy sage, and if you get a word or a half, you will be prosperous.

    Therefore, sometimes in order to grab the garbage, they often get into red-faced arguments.

    The probability of the calligrapher¡¯s pen and ink being found in the garbage is not high. The calligrapher has a habit of being dissatisfied after practicing his pen and writing.  The pen and ink will be torn into pieces and thrown away.  Therefore, there are not many intact words preserved, and it is difficult to find them.

    At this moment, Brother Lin has picked a word, which is really good luck.

    The eyes looking at the character "Zig" became hot.

    "Hey, I remember that ten years ago, the calligraphy sage had a piece of "Qing Xue Tie" that sold for 500 guan. I didn't buy it at that time. I regretted it too late. Now I need at least 3,000 guan to buy it."

    "Three thousand strings? Where are you going to buy it? Everyone who collected it in the past kept it tightly. They had no intention of selling it."

    "So, after this incident, I finally realized that when buying words, it is most cost-effective to start when you are not yet famous."

    "Oh, Brother Lin Hai has something to say. Could it be that he is talking about Ye Junsheng, the most talented person in the world?"

    "Yes, that's him. Although he won the first place in Yangzhou, it is said that the price of pen and ink is not too high, so I just asked him for calligraphy."

    "Hey. Brother Lin Hai is ridiculous. He has captured the most talented man in the world, and he should have been riding around the streets, but in these days, you have never seen a human figure. I heard that he went to sea, and he will probably come back before the provincial examination.  . No one can be found, where can you go to ask for words? Besides, you have never seen the person before, so you don¡¯t know what he looks like. Even if you met him in person, you wouldn¡¯t recognize him."

    "No, this matter is full of mystery. Why did he, a scholar, be so ignorant of praise? He didn't face the saint immediately and accept the plaque. I really don't know what he was thinking. What's even more confusing is that the saint didn't get angry and surrender.  Sin, is it so strange?"

    "You don't know something about this. It is said that during the third unit of the talent competition, there were visions of heaven and earth, and extraordinary things happened. So Ye Junsheng applied to postpone receiving the plaque, and the Holy Spirit agreed."

    "Speaking of which, a lot of incidents have happened recently. I also heard that they are closely related to the fate of the country"

    "Hush, how can you say this randomly? Let's talk about romance."

    "Yes, let's just talk about Fengyue, let's talk about Ye Junsheng"

    There was a lot of discussion.

    The snow was falling, and a man walked out on the mountain road. He was wearing only a thin cotton coat in the freezing cold weather. He had a handsome face, but he was only in his early twenties.

    He was carrying a book box on his back, as if he had just been working hard on the mountain.

    The literati in the pavilion glanced at him and quickly ignored him: in their view, this boy was just a poor scholar, that's all. At most, he went to the capital to take the provincial examination.  Such a scholar, such asI don¡¯t know how many there are today.

    The scholar opened the cloth tent to protect himself from the snow and water, and walked down the mountain.

    The journey back to the capital from Wushan is not a short one, especially for a scholar on foot.

    On a windy and snowy day, there were few people on the official road. The scholar took long strides and regarded the coldness as invisible.  Two lines of footprints were quickly left on the road, but they were soon covered up by falling snowflakes.

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    A carriage came from behind, passed by, and suddenly stopped not far ahead, and then an old face with wrinkles poked out.

    The old man is holding a riding whip, obviously a coachman:

    "Is this young master going to the capital?"

    But he shouted at the scholar.

    The scholar nodded.

    The old man chuckled: "Why don't you get in the car? My lady would like to invite you to go with me in the car."

    In such weather, he didn¡¯t think the scholar would refuse. This was an offer that was almost impossible to refuse.

    "Thank you for your concern, miss. It's just that I want to go for a walk alone."

    Hearing this, the old man¡¯s eyes suddenly bulged: Could it be that this scholar has some mental problem?  What's more, the person who took the initiative to invite was my own lady, who was as beautiful as a flower.

    "I don't know how to praise."

    ??Muttered, the only explanation is that the other party was affected by the so-called "integrity", so he didn't want to get in the car.

    Drive!

    He no longer hesitated and drove the carriage to run.  About half a cup of tea later, I saw another person walking on foot in front of me.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? This man¡¯s hair is gray, and his appearance is pale, so how could my lady be interested, so she passed directly over, leaving only deep ruts.

    The scholar seemed to be weak, but he walked very quickly. It didn't take long for him to meet the old man who was walking dully.

    Xie Xingkong, the best sword in the world!

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? This famous swordsman has grown so old, that he hardly dared to recognize him when we met him.

    "where are you going?"

    The joy that flashed across Xie Xingkong's eyes was fleeting, and he said numbly: "Wherever you go, there is that place." He had been killing all his life and had long seen through the world of mortals, leaving only an incomparable persistence to persist.  In other words, even he himself was a little unclear on what he was insisting on.

    "Looking for Shushan?"

    Xie Xingkong¡¯s eyes were filled with sadness: ¡°It¡¯s too far away, and we may never find it.¡±

    " Immortal fate is like snow, but you never know which one is real under the sky.

    They had a brief conversation and then parted ways. Although they seemed to be going in the same direction, the paths were already clear and it was impossible for them to come together.

    Entering the blossoming capital, walking through the streets and alleys, I came to the outside of an ordinary courtyard house. When I opened the door, I heard a crisp voice inside:

    "Brother, you are back."

    It¡¯s back, another year!  (To be continued.)

    ps: Recommend a friend's new book "Tao Xing", ISBN: 2820043; a true practitioner on the path of Qingxiu, a person who lives forever at the door of morality.

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    In the world of Dabuli, a young man walking alone got a chance to enter the Tao, cultivate his nature and realize morality.  Bamboo sticks and mango shoes, step by step, cross the sea of ??suffering, walk on the road, and realize immortality.

    The style is antique and very worth visiting.
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