Chapter 186 One person’s surname is Yan and the other person’s surname is Zhang
The pitter-patter rain last night had stopped at the end of Zhu Ping’an’s second chapter Ping Japanese Policy.
In the early morning, after washing, Zhu Ping'an opened the window and instantly felt a burst of fresh air blowing into his face. Sure enough, the rain washed away the dust in the sky, and the air quality was better than the haze. I don’t know that modern cities are thousands of times better.
Zhu Pingan put the copybooks and a handwritten book from the desk into his cross-body schoolbag, and then took out the pancakes that his mother Chen made when she came. However, after more than two days, the pancakes had already been Has a light sour taste. However, thinking of his mother making pancakes all night, Zhu Pingan wrapped the remaining two pancakes and some pickles in paper, sandwiched the black wooden board, and brought them downstairs.
I ordered a bowl of porridge in the lobby, ate it with fried pancakes and pickled vegetables.
After breakfast, Zhu Pingan walked slowly to the bank of the Qinhuai River as usual with his schoolbag slung across his body and a black wooden board under his arm.
Due to the heavy rain a few days ago, the water in the Qinhuai River swelled a lot, and it did not pass the first stone step. Zhu Pingan took a bamboo tube from his schoolbag to contain the river water, and went to the woods where he used to practice calligraphy and study. go.
On the other side of the Qinhuai River, a girl with a pony top and extremely gorgeous clothes got up and opened the window. Then she suddenly became excited, stretched out her delicate hand and pulled down the seventeen-eighteen-year-old girl who was dressing next to her, and pointed Looking out the window across the Qinhuai River, I felt a little excited He said excitedly: "Sister, do you think that figure is your benefactor?"
Hearing this, the girl who was dressing up next to her put down the rouge in her hand and looked out the window, but all she could see was Lai Lai. Often there are no people on the boat.
"Good sister, please stop lying to me. We admitted our mistakes the first two times. Such a gentle and gentle gentleman is not something we can dream of." The girl who was dressing up turned around from the window with some disappointment. . Advise the girl next to you.
"But, but sister. I seemed to have really seen it just now." The girl with a ponytail puffed her mouth.
"You said the same thing the last two times." The girl in her seventies or eighteen said angrily, and then she took the girl with a ponytail to sit in front of the dressing table and started to dress her up.
The entire forest is covered with fallen leaves, and the ground cannot be seen. Even the stones used to practice calligraphy are covered with fallen leaves. However, the air in the forest is excellent, fresh and mixed with the fragrance of earth. Refreshing and refreshing.
Zhu Pingan picked up a branch and cleaned the stones. Put the black wooden board on top, put a thick coarse cloth on the small stone on the other side, sit on it and practice calligraphy. Zhu Ping'an's handwriting now has his own style. In current calligraphy competitions, it will definitely win first prize.
Slowly, morning light appeared in the east, and gradually the sun rose.
The sun shines through the gaps in the trees and shines on Zhu Pingan, who is leaning over to practice calligraphy, giving him a faint golden halo.
“Good words, good words.”
A sudden voice came from beside me. Zhu Ping'an, who was practicing calligraphy, was startled. He looked up and saw an old man dressed as a Taoist standing next to him, reviewing the words he wrote on the black board. Full of praise.
Although this old man has white hair, he has a rosy complexion and an elegant expression. He wears a purple sun scarf and a Bagua suit. His sleeves were fluttering in the gentle breeze, and his whole body exuded the aura of an old magician.
Nima, when did this old bastard come?
Zhu Ping'an was so frightened by the old magician's abrupt voice that he almost threw away the brush in his hand. After calming down, he looked up and down at the old magician. He curled his lips slightly, this seasoned man pretended to be the real deal.
"Hiss" the old Taoist made such a sound after Zhu Pingan raised his head.
Are you a Taoist priest or a snake spirit? What a yarn! Bad review!
Zhu Ping'an complained in his heart, looking at the old Taoist's surprised expression, he sneered. The old Taoist's next sentence would not be to say, Sao Nian, I see your face is surprised, heaven is full, you must be extraordinary. .
The next second, an experienced voice sounded
"This young master, I think you have an extraordinary appearance."
Really, this has been the same routine for hundreds of years.
Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but laugh, "How much money does a Taoist priest need to make a hexagram? I'm afraid he will disappoint the Taoist priest. The boy is shy and has empty sleeves, but he can't give the Taoist priest the hexagram information. "
"The poor Taoist only asks about fate, not money."
The old Taoist looked at Zhu Pingan and shook his head, stroking his long beard with an incomprehensible look. The aura of the magic stick spread all over his body to the extreme.
"This young master doesn't seem to believe what I say?" the old magician asked lightly.
Zhu Ping'an stood up, cupped his hands, and nodded sincerely: "To be honest with the Taoist Master, I don't believe this. I only have a few coins with me, so I have the right to treat the Taoist Master to breakfast. I still want to have breakfast with him." I'm studying to prepare for the exam, I'm sorry."
Zhu Ping'an took out a dozen copper coins from his schoolbag and handed them to the old man in front of him, indicating that he should take the money to have breakfast and not to disturb his reading. .
Then, things were a bit beyond Zhu Pingan’s expectations. This veteran, who had quite a professional ethics, actually shook his head and refused, without even looking at the copper coins that Zhu Pingan handed over, and muttered:< br>
"The head is the lord of all Yangs, the face is the sect of the five elements, the spiritual home of hundreds of meridians, and the divine path to the five internal organs. It is only the image of the three talents that determines the gain and loss of the body. The young man has an extraordinary face. This kind of face is a poor man. I’ve only seen two people.”
The old Taoist said, and held out two fingers with a look of magic.
Zhu Ping'an was not interested in the two people the old man mentioned at all. He just wanted to send this old magic stick away quickly so that he could read a book early.
"Taoist master, please don't reveal the secret."
If you follow common sense, Zhu Pingan will definitely ask the old Taoist who the two are, but Zhu Pingan just wants to watch more at this time The book doesn't play by common sense at all.
Now that Zhu Ping'an has spoken to this extent, the old Taoist still has the calm and airy air of an old master, and does not feel embarrassed at all, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't believe in the poor Taoist. To be honest, the poor Taoist But Dao also didn't believe it. The young master's appearance was even more extraordinary than what Pindao had seen before. "
Is this old man still relying on him?
Zhu Pingan looked at the book he was copying in his hand and was speechless.
The old Taoist noticed the book in Zhu Pingan's hand, but he shook his head with a smile, and his words sounded like a stick.
"This book is not worthy of the prince's appearance."
Hearing this, Zhu Ping'an was even more speechless. The book he copied was Zhu Xi's version of the Four Books and Five Classics. As a member of a poor family, he I rely on this to take the imperial examination. Just now you said that I have an extraordinary appearance. If I don’t rely on this to take the imperial examination, why should I be extraordinary? It’s self-contradictory
By the way, this old man didn't trick himself into buying books.
Zhu Ping'an only had this idea when he saw the old Taoist take out two thick wrinkled books from nowhere and handed them to him very arrogantly.
Really! Zhu Pingan was speechless.
“These two books are worthy of the young master’s appearance.” The old Taoist said and put the two books into Zhu Pingan’s hands.
Forced buying and selling?
But what happened next was beyond Zhu Pingan's expectation. Before Zhu Pingan could say anything, the old Taoist put the book in Zhu Pingan's hands and drifted away.
"I saw two people, one with the surname Yan and the other with the surname Zhang. There are already tigers in the famous mountains, and the young tigers have entered the mountains and forests. You can take care of yourself." I am so tired these days.
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(End of this chapter)