The mountains and forests are dense, and the birds chirp continuously, which is not quiet.

"Lao Lin, let's take a look at what your father left behind. Wu Mian said.

"Uncle Junior, it's a pity to say. Lin Daoshi frowned and shook his head, "My father's calligraphy is unique in the world, but it's just ......."

"Your father doesn't care about this false name, what's the matter? You still want to sell it for money?" Wu Mian saw a bamboo chair placed in the courtyard, went to test the hardness, and lay down on the bamboo chair.

Lin Daoshi smiled, "This is what my father left, but it's still good?"

"I saw it when I was a child, and I couldn't calm down at that time. Wu Mian said: "Look at it now, this is the best place to go." ”

"What's so red about that face?"

As he was talking, Chu Zhixi pointed to the northwest direction and asked, "Brother, is it the light pollution you said?"

She also wondered that it was noon, and light pollution would not appear at this time. It's just that on the way, I kept talking with Wu Mian about how sultry the night of Lao Ou Mountain is, and the stars are bright. When it comes to light pollution, there is always some concern.

Daoist Lin glanced at it and said with a smile, "It's okay, mountain fire." ”

“......”

Chu Zhixi was stunned for a moment, and immediately said urgently, "It's all on fire!"

"It's okay, girl. Wu Mian lay on the bamboo chair, found a comfortable position, and even his voice was unconsciously gentle, "There are mountains and forests that always have mountain fires, do you think that the green mountains and green waters will always be quiet?"

"Emmm, isn't it?"

"Of course not. Wu Mian said, "Just this part of us, not to mention the entire mountain range of the Great and Small Khing'an Mountains, there can be dozens of mountain fires every year. ”

"It's too much!" Chu Zhixi was a little angry, "With such a dense wood, can't you come in without smoking!"

"Don't mess around. Wu Mian comfortably nestled in the bamboo chair and said, "In the past, mountain fires were common for sacrificial paper burning and other reasons, but now they are strictly controlled, but you can't control the thunder fire." ”

Chu Zhixi was stunned for a moment, is that so?

"Lao Lin, you bring your father's book. ”

"Huh. ”

Seeing Daoist Lin leaving, Chu Zhixi was still not at ease, and asked, "Brother, it's okay to catch fire on the mountain." ”

"It's fine. Wu Mian didn't look at it, lying in the bamboo chair with a satisfied face, "You are a child in the city, and you have never seen a fire." Bajingzi Township is at the foot of the mountain, and when I was a child, I watched adults go to make fires every year. ”

"I've heard that the mountain is on the other side again. ”

"In the township, my dad is the commander-in-chief of the fire prevention headquarters, and he has always had this name. If there is a wildfire, it must be extinguished as soon as possible. Wu Mian said, "After the fire in the Great Khing'an Mountains, this piece is the top priority. ”

"Oh. Chu Zhixi hadn't seen it, although he didn't believe it as much as he did in the past, although he didn't believe it as before, but was still worried.

"Uncle Junior, you take a look. Daoist Lin came back with a dilapidated wooden box and said as he walked.

Wu Mian didn't speak, his eyes behind the sunglasses opened, narrowed into a line, and stared at the wooden box in Daoist Lin's hand.

"There are only three books left, and my dad wrote them by hand. ”

Daoist Lin put the wooden box on the table beside Wu Mian, Wu Mian sat up, picked up a hand-copied "Book of Songs" and opened it to read it carefully.

Splashing ink freehand, the font is quite sloppy in Chu Zhixi's opinion, even if it is difficult to recognize a word clearly, you can only guess by the context. But Wu Mian was fascinated by it, and he read a page of the book for five minutes, and then he took a long breath and said, "Lao Lin, your father is really a master of calligraphy." ”

"I look good, but I can't say what's good. Daoist Lin said honestly.

"The chest is blocked, and it is all paid here. Wu Mian said, "Ask the sky, ask the earth, and ask the people." ”

Lin Daoshi didn't know how to answer the call if he wanted to, he felt that Uncle Xiao was the same as his father, he belonged to the kind of person with a sick brain. I can usually communicate a little, but I am sick...... Now, for example, I don't know what they're talking about.

The hand-copied "Book of Songs" can be seen to ask the heavens and the earth, and the painting style is wrong.

Chu Zhixi and Lin Daoshi didn't know what to say, and they all looked at Wu Mian in silence. Wu Mian was immersed in the wild and heroic font, looking at the past page by page.

Wu Mian reads books, and in Chu Zhixi's memory, there has never been such a situation now. Generally, I pick up a book, flip through it, and read it in 10 minutes at most, and put it aside.

But he read the thin half of the Book of Poetry, he read it for an hour, and finally turned to the place where it was torn, was silent for a long time, and picked up the next book.

There are only three books in total, and the third one is even less, and half of it is burned with traces, it seems that someone has thrown it into the stove pit, and I don't know why I keep half of it.

Chu Zhixi read it carefully, and it was inappropriate to say that the last book was crazy, and in her opinion, it could be said to be sloppy. I can barely make out the words of Zhengde Xinsi, February 4, and I don't know what is written at all.

But Wu Mian took the last book, only glanced at it a few times, looked solemn, took off the black lambskin gloves, and carefully groped for the old paper that had been burned for the most part.

He read only a few pages, but he read it for two hours.

At the end, only half of the page remains, and there are black burnt marks next to it. Wu Mian put the book aside and thought for a moment.

"Uncle Xiao, according to the description of the villagers, there is a letter in this book. Lin Daoshi said.

Wu Mian nodded, and picked up a piece of torn paper from the bottom of the wooden box.

The paper is relatively intact, and although it has not been torn or burned, it has always withstood the wear and tear of time. Wu Mian gently opened the piece of paper and saw that there were only a few scribbled words on it, and the rest were gone.

Looking up, you can see half of the crown characters, and there are only four big characters below.

Wu Mian glanced at it, put the letter back in the box, and closed the lid with great care.

"Uncle Xiao, do you think my dad has ascended?" Daoist Lin kept holding this question in his stomach, and finally survived until Wu Mian finished reading it, and he immediately asked.

"What do you think? Wu Mian said, "I guess your father finally found some way to control the condition." ”

“......”

"The last book is Xu Wei Xu Wenchang's own epitaph, do you know who Xu Wei is?"

"Yes, the one who outwitted the rich man. Daoist Lin smiled.

"Don't talk nonsense, tell me something that fools the kids.

When there was chaos on the southeast coast, Hu Zongxian could only maintain the situation even if he had Yu Long and Qi Hu. Later, Xu Wenchang was invited to come out of the mountain, and strange schemes came out one after another, and the southeast was peaceful. Wu Mian lay back on the bamboo chair and said leisurely, "But where there is any chaos, it is all caused by the big clan itself, and it is just a combination of inside and outside." ”

"Uh, brother, you say it simply. Chu Zhixi immediately interrupted when she heard that Wu Mian was going to tell the story, and she was also curious about what the legendary old Lin Daoist said. ”