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When he wrote Journey to the West, he only felt that Mingtang was like an enlightenment, and his mind was clear. Even when writing to the rise, the aura of Haoran emanated from between the eyebrows, turning into countless soybean-sized characters, printed on the blank space of rice paper, so that the writing speed increased suddenly.

Otherwise, a Journey to the West with more than 820,000 words will take months to write, to say the least.

The inside of the Ming Hall between the eyebrows is still simple, and the Gu Lang Yuexing and the prodigy poem hang high on the mud wall on the front, and there is nothing else.

The vision caused by the writing of Journey to the West has nothing to do with Mingtang.

One thing is strange. Journey to the West has poems almost every time, but they do not appear in Mingtang, I think there is another reason.

Withdrawing from the Ming Hall, Li Xianyuan took away the burden of the magic weapon that held Journey to the West. A stack of rice paper was neatly laid out there, the ink was dry, and it was unremarkable.

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Early the next morning

Huashuge in the west of the city welcomed a guest as soon as it opened early in the morning.

"Can you accept calligraphy and paintings here?" The person who asked this was a young man with red lips and white teeth and an indifferent temperament. Dressed in a green shirt and robe, he carried a delicate bamboo painting tube behind him, and held a few scrolls of calligraphy and paintings in his arms.

The guys in the store glanced at the young man up and down, and when he saw that he had a good temperament, he said politely: "Collect it, wait a minute, I will call our shopkeeper to come." ”

The guy hurriedly ran into the inner room to call the shopkeeper, while Li Xianyuan stepped into the library and looked around.

The interior of the store is decorated in an antique style, and a screen of mountains and seas is visited between the main hall and the inner hall, and the scenery is vividly painted. Countless framed paintings and calligraphy hang on the walls on both sides. The unique light fragrance of calligraphy and ink permeates the store.

It's still early, so there is only Li Xianyuan in the store.

Not long after, the shopkeeper in his forties, dressed in a gray shirt, walked out of the inner hall. As soon as he saw Li Xianyuan, he said enthusiastically: "The head of the Li case is here, and there is a loss of welcome, and there is a loss of welcome." ”

"Do you recognize me?" Li Xianyuan said strangely. He has not been in Wuhou City for a long time, and he is not a student of the academy, so he can count him on one hand.

The shopkeeper stroked his beard and laughed: "There are many rumors in the market, Mr. Li, you have a dusty temperament. Naturally easy to recognize. Besides, you are still wearing this child's robe. ”

He politely beckoned Li Xianyuan to sit down, and waved his hand to let the guy prepare good tea.

"Tea is free, and I came here to come up with something this time. Li Xianyuan said straight to the point, and put a few volumes of paper in his arms on the Nanmu table.

"Is this ......?" the shopkeeper picked up one of the rolls and unfolded it. After reading it for a moment, I couldn't help but admire: "Good poems, good words." is worthy of being the head of the child case. Unexpectedly, the head of the Li case was born in a poor family, and he actually practiced such a good hand. ”

That's flattery. Although Li Xianyuan's font is not ugly, it can only be regarded as neat. Harmony is absolutely indispensable.

After reading the four poems, the shopkeeper took a sip of tea and said, "Li Gongzi wants to sell these." ”

"Exactly. Li Xianyuan, who had been waiting for the shopkeeper to finish reading, nodded, and he copied Gu Lang Yuexing and the prodigy poems twice. I think I can exchange it for dozens of taels of silver.

The shopkeeper rolled up the rice paper and muttered for a moment: "Don't hide it from Li Gongzi." These two ...... It was worth three hundred taels of silver. He drew out the two volumes separately, and when he had finished speaking, he piled them together again, and said, "And these four together...... It's only worth a hundred taels. ”

Li Xianyuan underestimated the status of the head of the case, and also underestimated the value of the vision poem.

One penny can buy two buns, and one tael of silver is enough for a family of three to live for a month. With just two poems, he earned three hundred taels of silver between changing hands.

It's just that he was puzzled in his heart, and wondered: "Shopkeeper, why can two tickets be sold for three hundred taels, but four tickets are not as good?"

The shopkeeper stroked his beard and said meaningfully: "Li Gongzi, rare things are expensive, and the same is true for calligraphy and painting." Only a unique book can show its preciousness. ”

"Then according to the treasurer. Li Xianyuan said simply. Three hundred taels, much more than he originally expected.

"He is worthy of being the head of the case, acting quickly and without delay. The shopkeeper was appreciative, waved his hand and called the man: "Tear up these two poems, frame them with rosewood, and give Li Gongzi three hundred taels of silver tickets." ”

The man picked up the four volumes of poetry and ran back to the back hall. Li Xianyuan stood straight, holding his hands and waiting.

After a while, the guy trotted over from the inner hall and respectfully handed over three silver tickets of one hundred taels to Li Xianyuan.

The shopkeeper got up and said, "If there are any poems and texts that Li has come up with in the future, my Huashuge is always welcome." ”

Putting away the silver ticket, Li Xianyuan talked to the shopkeeper for a few more words and left Huashuge and went to the academy.

After half a pillar of incense, Li Xianyuan came to the front of the academy.

He had to be too early. After taking off his shoes at the door and stepping into the house, he found that the house was empty.

It can't be said that it was empty, Situ Yanran sat in front of her seat, holding a book in her hand and reading it quietly.

Situ Yanran was fascinated, and it wasn't until Li Xianyuan stepped into the house that she realized it, and looked up at Li Xianyuan with bright eyes.

Then she suddenly realized something, threw down the book in a panic, and grabbed her green hair in a mess, covering her whole face.

There was no one in the house before, so Situ Yanran didn't use green silk to cover half of her ruined cheeks, and as a result, Li Xianyuan, who accidentally broke in, looked at her.

Situ Yanran buried her head deeply and remained motionless. Her hair was messy, and her books were left in the aisle.

At this point, pretending not to see anything is the best thing to do. Li Xianyuan walked to his low table as if ignoring it and sat down cross-legged. He picked up the book spread out in the aisle and put it on Situ Yanran's table.

Then look straight ahead, without squinting.

The two of them maintained this strange atmosphere for more than a dozen breaths. Li Xianyuan suddenly thought of something, rummaged through the baggage for a while, and finally took out a small wooden comb.

He reached out and put it on Situ Yanran's table and gently pushed it over.

This is used by Li Wan'er, and her things are usually thrown away in Li Xianyuan's baggage, but they are all small things, and there are no useful things.

Situ Yanran still buried her head deeply and did not move.

"The other students are coming. Li Xianyuan's voice was as flat as ever, but it sounded a little unkind at this time.

This sentence seemed to wake up Situ Yanran. She shuddered and reached for the comb, but did not continue.

Originally, it was a daughter of Shangshu and a big family. In the event of a sudden disaster, the whole family was left with themselves. Since then, there has been no one to rely on. The face was ruined again. Even if Li Xianyuan has not experienced it personally, he can understand it a little. Situ Yanran must be extremely fragile in her heart, caring about what others say about her.

Li Xianyuan discovered a little at this time.

I seem to care too much about this girl named Situ Yanran. Is it compassion or something?

Li Xianyuan sighed lightly in his heart, and his heart became softer and softer. Suddenly stood up from the mat and muttered, "The house is so boring, go outside for a while." He walked to the door, put on his shoes and left. Leaving Situ Yanran alone in the house.

Situ Yanran's white palm tightly grasped the wooden comb. remembered what Li Xianyuan had done before. The corners of his mouth suddenly arced. The house was bright for a moment.

"Brother Li!" suddenly sounded a loud shout outside the house.

"Brother Li, I went to the inn where you stayed to look for you. As a result, Xiao Er told me that you went out early. I hurried to the academy, and sure enough, I saw you. ”

In the house, hearing Shen Sheng's voice, Situ Yanran's lips curled away and bit her lower lip. The palm of the hand gradually presses.

The white palm of the hand was pierced by the teeth of the wooden comb, the blood flowed along the teeth, and the bright red drips onto the low table, which was shocking.