"Well written." Zhao Huchen gave a mediocre but most correct answer.

"The writing is really good, in fact, you have seen a few words from the door here, just from the hands of two people, the words on the wooden plaque at the door are written by a host of this temple a hundred years ago, and now people have gone west, turning into a pinch of dust. And the person who removed the third wooden plaque is the same person who wrote the words at the entrance of the Daxiong Treasure Hall. Su Meiniang's tone was a little nostalgic, most people like her who can be said to be overturned in the world have a little longing and awe for this legendary fairy figure, because she has more opportunities than ordinary people to contact the ethereal world that belongs to the world.

Thirty years ago, he removed the third wooden plaque, laughing at the Buddha and calling himself compassionate. Twenty years ago, he wrote about small heavens and small earths, great joys, great sorrows, and great wine, only sighing that all beings are drunk. Ten years ago, he wrote this Buddha character. What kind of past such a legendary man has, you can also see a little bit from it. Su Meiniang said in a rare tone of longing.

Zhao Huchen didn't speak, and since he was a child, he came into contact with the person he thought was the grandfather of Han Shushu, the kind of old man who could be said to have stood at the core of China's power and still had a solemn atmosphere that was different from ordinary people who had been in a high position for a long time, and he really couldn't outline what kind of man Su Meiniang said should look like in his limited imagination, standing up to the sky and being handsome and majestic? Or is it not good-looking, but it will be shocking when he shoots? Such a template can be found in reality, but the person Su Meiniang said really can't be found.

When he was in Zhaojia Village, he crawled in the mountains for his and his grandfather's livelihood, and went out of the dilapidated village to the city, and Zhao Huchen had to live a deceitful life in order to survive, it was not good to say that he was tired or not, he could only say that all this was something that Zhao Huchen needed to do to survive, and such Zhao Huchen did not have too many opportunities and reasons to contact such a fairy-like character in Su Meiniang's mouth.

"Is he surnamed Nalan again?" Behind the two of them, Mohe, who had been acting as an observer, suddenly spoke.

Su Meiniang glanced at Mohe in surprise, nodded, and said lightly: "Yes, it's Nalan." ”

"Xiaohe, how do you know?" Zhao Huchen said with interest.

"Master will occasionally tell me some stories after teaching a few sets of boxing, and he said that there is an old man in Mingzhu, who is wise and close to a demon, and can be called a half-immortal." Mohe scratched his head and said.

"That's just an old man who sells his reputation and reputation, relying on the rice he has eaten for a few years more than others, saying something that others dare not say, and doing something that others dare not do, and daring to call himself a half-immortal? Then the immortals in this world are too worthless. An old voice came from above, Zhao Huchen looked up, but saw that at the end of the lotus pond, there was an old man standing at the top of the stone steps, and Han Shushu's grandfather was different, this old man gave people a burly feeling from beginning to end, although he was old but not old, his body was straight, his silver hair was particularly eye-catching in the slowly rising sun, his smile was gentle, and a pair of eyes that could not be surprised by the vicissitudes of life like history.

"Old man Nalan." On Zhao Huchen's side, Su Meiniang's expression was unexpectedly excited, although it was only a little bit of a wave, but it was a very incredible thing to have such a little emotional fluctuation in such a woman.

This is the figure that Su Meiniang said was like a god, and even Chen Taiji called him a half-immortal?

To be honest, except for the burly figure and those eyes, Zhao Huchen didn't see anything special, he didn't have the ethereal and immortal temperament of the legendary immortals, and he didn't have the powerful aura that a hermit master should have, just like an ordinary old man.

It's just that he will only put this doubt in his heart, not on his face, let alone say it.

"Whoever comes is a guest, come up and have a cup of tea." The old man smiled.

Su Meiniang raised her foot and didn't step forward, but saw that Zhao Huchen was still standing in place, so she hurriedly stretched out her hand to grab Zhao Huchen's wrist, and said to the old man: "Thank you, old man Nalan, this cup of tea must be drunk." ”

Zhao Huchen was half-pulled up the stone steps by Su Meiniang, and when he got up the stone steps, Zhao Huchen seemed to have arrived at a new world in front of him, a small forest, a wooden house, and a small vegetable garden, clean and refreshing.

At the front of the cabin, there is a stone table, and on each side there is a small stone bench, just for four people to sit down.

When the three of them came up, the old man was nowhere to be found, presumably to make tea, and naturally sat down on the small stone bench, Su Meiniang lowered her voice and instructed Zhao Huchen: "Today is considered to be a good luck to catch up with the old man, he is in a good mood, originally he was unwilling to see outsiders, even I can only come over twice a year at a fixed time, not that this old man thinks very highly of himself, but that we ordinary people are really not good to disturb the old man's cultivation too much." You will talk less, listen more and watch more, put away your black thoughts, it is very difficult to play scheming in front of such an old man, but it is more simple to win favor, people have ups and downs in their lives, and they have never seen ups and downs in their lives, to be honest, your careful thinking is really insignificant in front of others. ”

It was the first time for Zhao Huchen to see Su Meiniang looking so careless, and nodded subconsciously, but the old man took out a few cups of tea, one for each of the three of them.

Zhao Huchen took a sip of tea, not Longjing, not Tieguanyin, not Da Hong Pao, Zhao Huchen thought about several kinds of tea that could be identified in his cognition, but none of them echoed this kind of tea that was bitter from the entrance to the lower stomach.

"This is an authentic wild camellia, a wild tree picked in the deep mountains and old forests, because it is extremely rare and the varieties are mixed, there is generally no sale on the market, only those real old tea farmers will have some." Seeing Zhao Huchen's frowning appearance, Su Meiniang spoke.

"It doesn't taste good." Zhao Huchen thought of Su Meiniang's previous instructions, so he said honestly.

As soon as these words came out, Su Meiniang's face was a little strange.

Mohe put down his teacup and wisely shut up.

When it came to the old man, he laughed and said, "That's why I don't drink it myself." This little friend is straightforward. ”

Zhao Huchen chuckled, this old man is really interesting.

"He is Yang Ting's son-in-law." Su Meiniang saw the old man laughing, and her originally weird face calmed down little by little, but she still complained a little about Zhao Huchen's ignorance, and let him not be too utilitarian in front of the old man, not to speak without a head.

The old man nodded, glanced at Zhao Huchen, then turned his head and said to Su Meiniang, "Is your father okay?" ”

Su Meiniang, who has always been a perfect superior in front of Zhao Huchen, showed a little bit of a smile on her face, nodded, and said: "The body is fine, but I often talk about the past, when people are old, they like to take out the previous things and chew the aftertaste, sometimes I go back to accompany him, but most of the time I can't hear how he talks about me, so he often tells me some of the deeds of the old man back then, and let me not forget the kindness of the Nalan family to my Su family." ”

"It's all in the past, and the reason why I don't like you to come often is because I'm afraid that you will talk about these things about Chen Sesame and rotten grain." The old man's gaze shifted to Mohe again, and he looked at Mohe with a surprised face: "What is your relationship with the Chen family?" ”

"Chen Taiji is his master." This time, it was Zhao Huchen who answered Mohe.

The old man's expression was clear, and he muttered the three words of Chen Taiji carefully, but sighed inexplicably, and said, "Speaking of which, I still owe the Chen family a favor." It's just that things are wrong, and now if you want to go again, there is no way to pay it back, if you can still see that kid from the Chen family, let him come for a trip, preferably within a month, and I won't be here in another month. ”

"Okay." Zhao Huchen nodded and responded.

Glancing at Su Meiniang's also puzzled expression with the action of drinking tea, Zhao Huchen knew in his heart that this was probably not a level that he could touch.

It's just that for some reason, Zhao Huchen couldn't equate the old man in front of him with the two couplets at the door and the image that Su Meiniang said.

Raising his head, he saw that the old man's eyes were looking at him with a smile, and in his heart, Zhao Huchen put down the teacup, even when facing Han Shushu's grandfather, his mind was a little disordered.

"Where is the old man going in a month? Do you want me to arrange it? Su Meiniang interjected.

The old man waved his hand, retracted Zhao Huchen's body in his eyes, and said, "No, although I am old, I can still walk, and I won't trouble you juniors." ”

"The reason why you came today is that you want to try your luck, right? Even if I, an old man, didn't come out to receive you, but you always have a way to make this trip worthwhile, and since I'm out, it's naturally the best, if I can leave you a few words, it would be the best thing? Su girl, right? The old man said suddenly, and there was no dissatisfaction in his eyes, but a little smile.

"Don't dare. Where did the old man go. Su Meiniang said embarrassedly, it is undeniable that the old man did say a few things right about her, smiled bitterly in her heart, and glanced at Zhao Huchen, who was sitting opposite the old man and also staring at her, but Su Meiniang sighed, for the sake of this kid, she did not hesitate to risk making the old man feel guilty, and I don't know if it is worth it, but in any case, since the old man has come out, then at least things will not be bad.

"Don't dare, what is there that the girl of the Su family doesn't dare to do." The old man shook his hand, although there were countless younger generations of the deceased, only a few young people could enter his eyes, and the girl of the Su family in front of him was one of them, but she liked it, after all, she had been baptized by the world, no matter how aura the girl was drenched by this rolling red dust, the aura on her body would inevitably be extinguished.

(To be continued)