In the martial arts rivers and lakes, there is always a kind of person, at first glance, his appearance is not good, placed in the crowded crowd, as if a drop of water flows into the sea, and he can no longer find anything special. And Qin Chuan must be this kind of person who sees the ordinary for the first time and tastes it carefully.

In the wilderness Taoist temple of Mataling, Qin Chuan took the nameless post that he didn't know where the old Tao came from, and used fir branches as pens and bluestone slabs as paper, and carefully copied them one stroke at a time. Qin Chuan always said that the old way is extremely simple, reluctant to buy some ordinary paper and pencils, holding fir branches, how to leave traces on the bluestone slab.

Until he was eight years old, Qin Chuan was able to leave some white marks on the bluestone slab with a fir branch, and often he had not yet put pen to paper, and he had already understood the shape and structure by heart. After many years, several pounds of fir branches have accumulated in the kitchen, each three inches, and the front is bare and scattered on the ground.

Lao Dao chose a sunny day when the first snow melted, and pulled Qin Chuan to add these fir branches into the earthen stove to make firewood, and made a bowl of red bean rice.

After nearly decades of hard work, Qin Chuan bought a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone when he was in the market last time, and spent a lot of money on the old way, so he felt distressed for a long time. On the way back, I drank spirits, instead of drinking in the big gulps, but savored it in one pocket, thinking that I felt more and more aggrieved.

At this moment, Qin Chuan's hand holding the pen is like a sword, standing in the air and hanging the pen, and it has not fallen for a long time, like a dark sword, I don't know when it will be unsheathed. Unlike others who write first, Qin Chuan often goes through all the verses in his mind, and only after a long delay will he leave the first pen, but he never pauses in the middle, as if the river is rushing into the sea, and he does not stop until the last stroke is completed.

Whether it is a short sentence or a poem, Qin Chuan is a single stroke. Often, after each writing, the body is tired and sweaty, as if he has just recovered from a serious illness.

As soon as the first stroke fell, the readers of Bailu Academy and Xie Baldzi's eyes widened: the ink soaked the paper, and the pen was strong, if it weren't for the wooden table underneath, the ordinary rabbit quill would have penetrated a pile of rice paper. Especially the scholar, who has been studying in Bailu Academy since he was a child, and has been dealing with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting every day, he naturally knows that the young man in front of him has such a profound foundation at such an age, and there must be guidance from a master later, otherwise his life will be just a cycle, not a further step.

In a moment, Qin Chuan had already dropped the second stroke, looking at the lively crowd and seeing that Xie Bald was staring at the side, thinking that something must have happened, he didn't need to say hello and came over here, and after finding Qin Chuan and the pen and paper, he couldn't help but take a breath. Although fortune tellers don't like to deal with readers, they naturally have a little understanding of calligraphy and painting.

If someone else is writing, then Qin Chuan is refining a weapon at the moment, his whole body is standing still, and the sweat droplets of beans have flowed from his forehead to the corners of his eyes, but Qin Chuan didn't care, he stood up as a sword, his arm waved in the air, and the poem was already on the paper, and Qin Chuan's face was flushed, and he sat directly on the ground.

Jia Yuan saw the poem in the distance, and naturally saw Qin Chuan's handwriting like a blade, the pen was engraved on the paper, and his mouth was also praised: "Since ancient times, heroes have come out of the boy, and now this young man has written a good hand, looking at the hard work behind it, in my opinion, in just these short dozens of words, his skills have surpassed those old ways of Baiyunguan." ”

Hongni saw that the shops on Qinchuan's side were full of people, and there were already about twenty or thirty people joining in the excitement, but there was no one on his side, and he was also a little annoyed and said: "The elders of our Baiyun Temple, whether it is divination and unsigning, or Ji Renmingyan, are not as powerful as Jia Ye, but the so-called rules and precepts of those people, in my opinion, are just a group of old antiques, if it weren't for Jia Ye on the outer street, otherwise Baiyun Temple would have their place." It's just that the outer street of this Baiyun Temple is a place for fortune-telling and dream interpretation, not a place for those charlatans to sell calligraphy and paintings, otherwise what is the difference between this place and Pingyangfang?"

Jia Yuan smiled and shook his head, signaling Hongni not to speak: "Let's just wait quietly, ordinary teenagers have such a deep foundation, I'm afraid things are not so simple, let's wait next to see if these two people really have some ability in fortune-telling." If someone really comes here to pretend to be a ghost and ruin the reputation of Baiyunguan Street, it is inconvenient for us to make a move, and when the time comes, let Zhou Youliang and Zhou Gongzi's Qiu Ye come to visit. ”

Thinking about Qiu Meng, who was full of scars, Hongni couldn't help but feel a cold, and tightened his red clothes to prevent cold air from blowing into his neck, and saw that there were several people dressed as wealthy businessmen in the Baiyun Temple, and hurriedly greeted him.

And Qin Chuan has already gathered a lot of people here, staring at the words, and there are words in their mouths: "After Dengke, the past was filthy and not enough to boast, and now there is no end to debauchery." The spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the flowers of the capital in one day. ”

It can be seen that this person is very satisfied with this poem, even those who have never read can empathize with the joy of lifting the Dengke in their bodies, as if they are the scholars who have seen all the flowers in the capital, riding on a tall horse, receiving constant praise.

The reader from Bailu Academy was savoring these verses carefully at the moment, but when he saw that there were many people gathered next to him, he blew a few hot breaths and took the ink treasure written by Qin Chuan into his arms, for fear that others would snatch it up.

Seeing this, the people who were watching the excitement next to them also complained about the stinginess, and the reading person is not a high pattern, and then dispersed.

The scholar smiled, lowered his head and asked the old man: "It stands to reason that the reader should not ask about ghosts and gods, so he should not ask about signing and telling hexagrams, but when he saw this little friend's extraordinary move, when he put down the pen, it was like there were thousands of mountains and valleys in his heart, and everything was in the middle of the strategy, so I guessed that today I met the so-called master, if I missed today, the rest of my life is regret." I am a prominent family in Qingzhou City, but my family is in the middle of the road, suffering from the eyes of the world, and then I entered Bailu Academy, just to enter the Tai Academy to seek fame, so that my family will make a comeback, so that my grandfather is no longer worried. There were three people who rushed to the capital to take the exam, and I don't know ......"

Lao Dao naturally knows what this scholar asks, but he just seeks fame and returns to his hometown, even if he is a student of Bailu Academy, most of them are very worldly, scolding ghosts and gods, but secretly he has entered a lot of temples and Taoist temples, and he has words to say that the more the merrier, just like the true temperament of the previous scholar There are very few.

Lao Dao thought about it, turned around and asked Qin Chuandao: "This scholar wants to ask about the future, do you have time to divinate a hexagram." ”

Qin Chuan had no strength at the moment, but when he heard that he was going to tell the hexagram by himself, he suddenly came to his senses and said, "What's so difficult about this?"

Xie Bald was originally silent behind him, but when he saw this situation, he hurriedly stopped it, motioned to Qin Chuan to wait for a while, turned to the scholar and said, "The silver money of the Mobao was given before, but it was just the silver money for the hexagram, which has to be calculated separately." ”