Lao Dao entered the shop, pulled a chair and sat down at random, first looked at the surrounding layout, and then nodded his head slightly.

"Go close the door!"

The thin old Taoist Da Ma Jindao sat on the chair, although his body was thin, but he sat with a momentum like a mountain, and he was a little out of breath when he suddenly pressed on Bian Rui, who was more than eight meters tall.

Bian Rui turned around and closed the door, standing in front of Lao Dao with his hands tied, waiting to listen to Lao Dao's teachings.

"You are out of breath, because a woman who does not abide by women's morals has abandoned her parents and children and gone out to wander alone for half a year, do you know how worried your parents are?"

Lao Dao leaned his body slightly, staring at Bian Rui in front of him like an eagle.

Bian Rui smiled bitterly and carefully organized his language: "Actually, I didn't go out because of the divorce." I have long had the idea of going out for a walk, I had this idea in the first semester of my junior year, and I was ready to leave after graduating from college, but at that time Wang Jie said that she was pregnant, and the two of us were busy with marriage, so this matter was put on hold. After my divorce last year, I couldn't hold back the thought of going out anymore......".

Lao Dao listened to Bian Rui's narration quietly, and there was no expression on his face.

Bian Rui knows that the old way is the old idea, in the old way's view, I am afraid that from the beginning to the end is the most valuable quality of a woman, but unfortunately, in modern society, from the beginning to the end?

It's not that there are no good women, it's just that it's hard to meet, not only women, but many people now have no brains, they don't have independent personality thoughts at all, they are almost slaves to the media, what they believe in what the media says, and the poisonous chicken soup in the soul is bowl by bowl, and it can't be stopped.

As for some media, they don't know what festival is, instilling high consumption, brand-name status and the like to the public.

However, it is also understandable that a woman who has been married several times, cheated a sum of money from a man every time, and committed adultery with her husband's friend in her husband's villa during marriage as a flower, and as a modern woman's media, what positive thoughts can be conveyed?

"It's best if you want to open it, I didn't like that woman at first, a woman like her only wants what she doesn't have, not a woman who lives her duty, it's okay to leave!"

After listening to Bian Rui, Lao Dao nodded slightly.

"You know what's wrong with you?"

After a few seconds of silence, Lao Dao opened his mouth again and asked.

Bian Rui shook his head slightly.

"Neither to a woman nor to a friend should give ten points, I have long said that four points of concern for getting along with people, and the remaining six points for yourself. Even if parents give 10% to their children, most of them will raise unfilial sons. There must be boundaries between parents and children, let alone husband and wife? Your wife's vanity is too strong, she has a good skin, and she is an unsatisfied person, if you satisfy her desire for money, she will feel that your care is not enough, and the time with her is less, and your care is enough, she will feel that you earn less. If you earn enough money and have time, she will still think that you are not heroic enough, in short, it is good to leave, but it is a pity for your baby ......".

Lao Dao is a bit chattering today.

After getting married, Bian Rui can be said to be a standard good man, he gave up some of his previous hobbies, concentrated on making money to support his family, stopped playing motorcycles, and lost some hobbies that cost money. For the sake of the dignity that the daughter-in-law said, the original restaurant was not done, and he opened a company with his friends to be the boss, and the two of them worked together in the morning and dark, seeing that the company was on the right track step by step, but heard that the daughter-in-law was going to divorce.

Bian Rui listened to it, although there were some points of view that Bian Rui disagreed, but Bian Rui knew that when the master trained people, don't interject and don't refute, because since he was a child, Bian Rui didn't know how many times he had tasted the old monster's bamboo board fried meat.

Waiting for the old man to finish talking, Bian Rui opened his mouth and asked.

"Master, if you want to ask me to give me a call, why did you come here in person?"

Lao Dao replied: "Originally, you said that you came back two days ago, but I waited for you here for two days, and I came to see you today because the fate of our two masters is over."

Bian Rui asked in surprise: "What do you say, Master, you want to go far away?"

"No, it's my deadline," Lao Dao said lightly.

Bian Rui was taken aback when he heard this: "Are you suffering from any disease?" Now the medical conditions are good, if there is any problem, we will treat it, you need money, I can borrow from all over the world and add my own can also have 1 million, the big deal is that I will go to sign a restaurant to work for people for ten years, and it will not be a problem to advance 500,000 or 600,000 yuan......."

Without waiting for Bian Rui to finish speaking, Lao Dao raised his hand and waved it lightly, interrupting the disciple's words.

Looking at Bian Rui, seeing Bian Rui's expression of concern, Lao Dao was very pleased: "This is not a disease, it is the end of life, what kind of doctor can cure the disease of the elderly? Besides, this thing is terrible for ordinary people, but for me it is not only not terrible, but there is also a sense of relief, I have lived enough! This long life, for me is no longer a reward but a punishment, you don't need to be sad."

Speaking of this, Lao Dao waved his hand: "I tell you now that you don't understand, and you can experience it yourself later."

"This ......"

Bian Rui was a little confused.

"I came to you today to give you something, and after giving you this thing, I will go to the place where the ancestors and ancestors are buried and wait for the feather to return to heaven."

The corners of Lao Dao's mouth turned up slightly, as if death was a beautiful thing.

"Oh?"

When Bian Rui was young, the person he hated the most was Lao Dao, who called Shizun on his lips, but he called him an old monster in his heart.

At that time, Xiao Bianrui only wanted to play, and didn't want to learn the old Taoist things at all, it is estimated that any child can't stand it, and after going to school every day, he will continue to be forced to practice the six arts of a gentleman, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, not to mention that in addition to these things, he also has to learn to cook and box.

For other things, the old way scale is not too strict, but for boxing and cooking, the old way requires that it is really non-human, in the words of the old way, these two things can be learned well even if they are in troubled times, they can make a living even if they are in troubled times, their fists and feet can protect themselves, cooking skills can make a living, no matter how chaotic the world is, no matter how many people starve to death, I have never heard of starving to death a good cook.

And the old way is outrageous, a person can eat the dates on a tree, which is made from the sunny side, and which one is the old monster from the shady side, and it is almost impossible to make a dish that covers his mouth.

Later, when he went to college, Bian Rui gradually understood the old words, because Bian Rui relied on a small restaurant next to the school, not only earned himself enough college tuition fees, but also bought himself a ninety-square-meter house before the price of Mingzhu took off, and bought himself an Indian scout in his junior year.

Lao Dao raised his hand, just laid it flat, and then stared at the palm of his hand, and it didn't become like magic for a while, and the palm gradually came out of a yin and yang Pisces card, which seemed to be non-jade and non-gold, but it shone with a light blue light.

However, Bian Rui didn't pay attention, at this time Bian Rui was immersed in memories, thinking about the bits and pieces of getting along with Lao Dao, and waiting for adulthood, Bian Rui knew what Lao Dao taught him with a whip when he was a child, and how much it helped his life when he became an adult.

"What's the fuss, come here!"

Bian Rui was drunk by Lao Dao, only then did he wake up from his contemplation, looked up at Shizun, and quickly noticed the Pisces card in Lao Dao's hand.

"What is this?"

Lao Dao didn't answer, but just opened his mouth and said, "Come here, press your palm on it!"

Bian Rui didn't say a word, stretched out his palm and pressed it on the palm of Lao Dao, sandwiching the Yin and Yang Pisces card in the middle.

"That's it!"

In a moment, Lao Dao retracted his palm. Bian Rui was surprised to find that the Pisces card in the palm of the two was missing.

"Are you still in the mood for magic?" Bian Rui said.

"Who is in the mood to do magic tricks for you, now calm down, inject qi into the sea of qi, and silently shout in your heart: Open the door, duh!" said the old man.

According to the old way, Bian Rui tried it, and suddenly felt that his eyes were black, and then suddenly they lit up again, and they were a little dazzling. Stretched out his hand to block it, and when his eyes got used to it, he found himself in a strange place. The sky above his head was blue, and the grass under his feet was soft like a blanket, which made Bian Rui can't help but step on it twice.

"What are you doing stupidly, come here!"

Bian Rui turned his head and saw that Shizun was walking forward slowly, so he also followed behind Lao Dao.

"What is this place?"

Lao Dao said: "It's all in the Yuan Realm or anything else, anyway, I don't know what it's called, my ancestor, that is, your ancestor, that's what he said when he passed it on to me, and now I'm telling you so."

Lao Dao took Bian Rui and walked inside.

One hundred or ten meters away, there is a strange house, it is said that the house has beams and no roof, it looks like it is completely a wooden frame, the roof is crawling with green plants, like a creeper, but it is not too similar, the thick branches are like a tree, very ancient.

The house is in the shape of a hollow shape, with a large cloister on the outside and a slightly higher terrace on the inside.

There is an ancient well not far from the house, and around the ancient well there are eight small fields according to the direction of the eight trigrams, and there is nothing in the field, only the black plaster that looks very good, and you can see that it is a good piece of land at a glance.

Following Shizun's pace, Bian Rui came to the side of the house, raised his feet and followed Shizun into the house, saying that it was not a house, because he didn't know where this was the main entrance, because it seemed that he could enter from anywhere.

"On the shelves are the books and pictures collected by the ancestors and me, and there are some toying toys over there, and these things will all belong to you in the future......," Lao Dao said as he walked, pointing to Bo Gujia beside him.

Bian Rui curiously took out a scroll of silk next to him, unfolded it and looked at it, and was stunned for a moment, because he found that what he was holding in his hand was "Cao'e Monument".

Although Bian Rui's calligraphy level is average, but after all, he has practiced, and the characters are also human-like in the eyes of ordinary people, and he still has some eyesight, and the handwriting on the silk on his hand can still distinguish the approximate level, so at a glance, Bian Rui was stunned, much better than the facsimiles he saw in the museum.

Lao Dao took two steps and turned around, and saw his apprentice standing in a daze, so he turned back.

After looking at the things in Bian Rui's hand, Lao Dao opened his mouth and said: "The authentic handwriting of Wang Youjun, the silk book "Cao Moth Tablet", there are not many authentic works of the two kings hidden here, and each person is in three or two articles, and the rest of the two kings' books are all copies of the past dynasties, like Su Shi's father and son have been in ......."

Bian Rui's hands immediately began to tremble when he heard this, saying that some people in Wang Youjun may not know, but when Wang Xizhi is said to be afraid that no one knows it, all the words of Wang Xizhi preserved in the museum are all the original copies of later generations, and the authentic works have long disappeared in the long river of history.

Wang Xizhi's words have not been passed down mainly for two reasons, one is that the time is too long, whether it is silk or paper, it is difficult to preserve, and the other is too famous, the emperors like to collect, not brought to the tomb is to experience war, a few fires, it will be burned.

Authentic, authentic!

Lao Dao looked at Bian Rui, and stretched out his hand to circle with a smile: "Not only the two kings, but also Gu Kaizhi and Yan Zhenqing...... In the Ming and Qing dynasties, there were Tang Yin, Qiu Ying, and so on, it seems that these people are all genuine, how about it?

"Uh-huh, hmm, happy!"

Bian Rui nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice.

Lao Daole smiled and asked: "Do you think that if you take out any painting and buy it, you can live happily on the ground and roll on the ground for a lifetime?"

Bian Rui looked up and exclaimed, "How do you know?"

Lao Dao laughed: "Because I thought the same when I first came in!"

“......”

Lao Dao said again: "Hurry up and think about it, you can only think about it, you can't take out any of this thing, unless you put it in yourself, these things collected by the ancestors of the past generations, you can only look at a piece of paper here and can't take it out!"

Bian Rui said wryly: "It's good to take a look!"

Saying this, it is inevitable that there will be loss in my heart, think about taking out this thing, three generations of children and grandchildren are enough to eat while rolling over the waves, can you not lose it?

I can't take out the antique calligraphy and paintings, and the rest of the things are not much to look at, as for throwing seeds in the field and watering the well water to grow into crops in an instant, compared to Wang Xizhi and Gu Kaizhi, the shock to Bian Rui is much smaller.

Magical or not? Nature is magical, not only these miracles, Bian Rui also heard the master say that he is actually his ancestor, the kind of ancestor that Bian Rui bleeds his blood.