This is the third time he has climbed the Star Picking Tower, and Jiang Changan feels more relaxed in his heart.

Zhang Yunzhi stood on the edge of the building leaning on the railing, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Sir, if Grandpa hadn't gone out on a tour, he would have been drinking this year's new tea with you on this star-picking building. ”

Jiang Changan wanted to pick up a few taels of tea leaves to make tea as usual, but Zhang Yunzhi was not in the mood to drink tea this time, so he picked out one of the hundred and ten wolf hairs hanging upside down above his head and handed it to Jiang Changan.

"After all these years outside, let me, a half-buried old man, take a look, has your calligraphy realm retired?"

"Yes. ”

Jiang Changan took the brush, moved the tea set aside, stretched out a piece of rice paper and spread it on the stone table, while Zhang Yunzhi also walked over, rolled up the sleeves of his arm, picked up the inkstone on the side and sharpened the ink.

"Sir, this ......"

Jiang Changan was slightly stunned, since he was a child, he had only seen Mr. Zhang grinding ink for Jiang Xiaoru, and he had never picked up an inkstone for the second person.

In Jiang Chang'an's memory, Zhang Yunzhi has always played the role of a strict teacher, not smiling, and once something goes wrong, it will be a matter of bamboo board beating.

So seeing this scene, Jiang Changan was inevitably stunned.

"You just have to write yours, if you can't write well, it's still the same as before, thirty wrench. Zhang Yunzhi said and took out a bamboo strip with two fingers wide from under the table, that bamboo strip Jiang Chang'an is very familiar with, the surface of the bamboo strip is red with sweat, just in the middle and soft, it can be regarded as almost becoming his psychological shadow, and now it looks very nostalgic.

Jiang Chang'an stood in front of the case, dipped his pen in ink and walked around, hooking and moving all his life's learning, without reservation, and did not dare to do too many bells and whistles in front of Zhang Yunzhi, just worked hard to write a good pair.

In the blink of an eye, the pen stopped writing, and there was a word on the rice paper - Dao!

It seems that the brushwork is elegant and does not stick to the appearance, but it is not completely unrealistic, there are open and closed, in the eyes of outsiders, it is enough to be everyone's handwriting.

But Zhang Yunzhi frowned, as if he was looking at an extremely dissatisfied work.

Jiang Changan was not surprised, every time he stopped writing, the other party had this expression, only when Jiang Xiaoru wrote, he would smile happily.

Jiang Changan smiled slightly, and said lightly: "The disciple still remembers that when he was a child, when he first learned words with Mr., Mr. taught him this one word, the Tao, everything has a Tao, there is a difference between high and low, there is no distinction between high and low, and everyone has their own Tao in their hearts." ”

Zhang Yunzhi still looked at the words on the case attentively, not saying a word.

Jiang Changan said lightly: "I remember that the last time the disciple came, Mr. asked the disciple a question and asked him to go back and think about it, and Mr. asked the disciple: What exactly do you want?"

"Sir's last question, the disciple has the answer. Jiang Changan waved off his robe and knelt down, and said: "The disciple has no thousands of ambitions in his heart, and he wants to live in peace, but he has no choice but to be entangled in hatred. The disciple dreamed countless times that when he was joking with his brother, he was unrestrained, and when he was studying medicine with Mr. Pang, he taught him earnestly. The Jiang family can endure the divorce, and the disciples can also endure it! But the Jiang family can endure the revenge of killing their brother and the death of their teacher! The disciples can't bear it! Even if they abandon the Great Dao, they must let this fire in their hearts burn to Jingzhou! Burn to the golden tile red wall, on the nine-foot high platform! This is Jiang Chang'an's Taoist !!."

One word at a time, sonorous and powerful.

Jiang Changan raised his chest as he spoke, and there seemed to be a fire in his eyes, burning and fierce.

Zhang Yunzhi still looked at the big characters on the case, raised the bamboo strip in his hand, and said, "The writing is still so ugly, raise your palm." ”

Jiang Changan held it in both hands.

Unexpectedly, the bamboo stick only fell gently in the palm of his hand, and the old man in front of him let out a long sigh and said, "Get up." ”

Jiang Changan stood up in surprise and followed Zhang Yunzhi to the viewing platform again.

Zhang Yunzhi looked at the white scene outside and said, "You must be very strange, why you write a lot more than Jiang Xiaoru, but you will still be scolded by me, but Jiang Xiaoru will be praised." ”

"The disciple has indeed thought about it many times, but the disciple does not understand. ”

Zhang Yunzhi suddenly raised his voice and said: "That's because you are my disciple of Zhang Yunzhi, the only disciple of Zhang Yunzhi! So this wolf has no pen, and anyone on the book case can make mistakes, but you Jiang Changan can't do it! Anyone can lose, you Jiang Chang'an, no!"

At this moment, Zhang Yunzhi in Jiang Chang'an's eyes seemed to have thousands of bold words hidden on his chest, just like a high-spirited young man when he entered the capital at the beginning of that year.

"Sir......" Jiang Changan bowed.

Zhang Yunzhi stroked his chin and white beard, and said, "This year, how old are you?"

"Nineteen years old. Jiang Chang'an said.

"I'm nineteen years old, and in the blink of an eye, you've been learning words with me for fifteen years. Zhang Yunzhi said, "I had an agreement with your grandfather Jiang Lingfeng earlier, and he gave you the name 'Chang'an', so I asked me to choose a table for you on top of the adult coronation ceremony." ”

"Do you have an answer, sir?"

Zhang Yunzhi muttered: "The world only says that there is a ninety-five honor in the mortal world, and there is a supreme heavenly man in the ninety-five honor, since then some people dare to use the sage to take the table, but no one dares to use the word 'immortal', I Zhang Yunzhi prefers to use the word that the world does not dare to use, and become the name of the world!"

Zhang Yunzhi smiled slightly, and shouted: "Jiang Chang'an, the word Yixian." ”

The sound was fluttering, flying all over the Jiang family and spreading throughout Jiangzhou, and everyone who heard it looked stunned.

"Yes. Jiang Changan lowered his head, according to habit, he originally thought that Zhang Yunzhi would persuade him, at least a few words, but this time he didn't.

"Go, go......" Zhang Yunzhi just turned around and walked towards the case again, Jiang Changan still followed behind him in an orderly manner.

Suddenly, his figure stopped, and his back was turned on his back.

"Come back when you're tired, don't be reckless......"

"Alas. ”

At that moment, Jiang Changan suddenly found that the back of the old man in front of him was more crooked than in his memory, and his voice was much older than before.

Jiang Changan got down to the Star Picking Tower, but saw Zhang Yunzhi rummaging back and forth in an inconspicuous corner, rubbing dust, and finally turned out a two-foot-long cylinder box after half a day.

Zhang Yunzhi was pleased to wipe off the dust on it, what was in the box was a somewhat yellowed paper roll, Zhang Yunzhi carried the paper roll and put it on the table, only to see that the word "Dao" was also written on the scroll, but this Dao character was written crookedly, immature and unfamiliar.

When the two words were put together, the sage finally showed a smile of relief on his face, and he snored softly on the mat: "Go and return, go and return Yo......"

Painting the plum pavilion, the cold wind rises.

The black-clothed maid behind Jiang Xiaoru said: "Lord, the little boy is about to set off, the wind is blowing, and his subordinates will push you into the house, right?"

"He'll come. Jiang Xiaoru squinted his eyes and smiled.

"Why are you so sure I'll come?" Jiang Changan's voice suddenly appeared behind him.

Jiang Xiaoru smiled: "I heard that you got the table word?"

"It's much better than your words. Jiang Changan snatched the hot tea that the maid in black had poured for Jiang Xiaoru, the maid's eyes were cold, but Jiang Xiaoru smiled slightly and was not unhappy.

Jiang Changan said: "It's really interesting, five years ago, you and my second brother went to Jingzhou together, only you came back, this time I will also go to a trip, the three of us brothers seem to have something to do with Jingzhou, we have to go to a trip." ”

Jiang Xiaoru seemed to be half-joking: "What's the matter? Do you need me to go this time?

Jiang Changan pouted and said: "Forget it, I still want to live a few more days, if you go this time or you come back alone, I'm afraid you can't explain it with thousands of mouths in your mother's place." ”

The air was cold, and the conversation between the two people was as flat as water, but it revealed an unusual atmosphere.

"You hate me so much?" Jiang Xiaoru said.

"I don't hate you, I just want you to die. ”

The black-clothed maid stood in front of Jiang Xiaoru, staring at Jiang Changan without blinking her eyes like a poisonous snake, lest the other party make any changes.

"Ahri, step aside. Jiang Xiaoru said with a smile.

"Lord......" The maid wanted to say more, but seeing that the smiling cheeks were not angry and arrogant, she pushed behind him without saying more.

Jiang Changan said: "Can I use the leg bones I got last time?"

"These legs have long been wasted, even if it is a Da Luo Immortal, it is powerless to rejuvenate, there is no possibility. Jiang Xiaoru squinted his eyes, if he was not sad and sad in the hearts of ordinary people, it would be difficult to remain calm, and he still smiled as if he had known the result for a long time, "It's you, go, be careful." ”

Jiang Changan's tone was stagnant, and the two of them didn't say anything more, just such a teacup for two people, until the whole pot of tea was drunk, and the two didn't say a word.

In the thirty-second year of Jinghe, Jiang Chang'an was named in addition to the ancestral home of the Jiang family, and then out of Jiangzhou, the word, Yixian.