"Gods?" When everyone heard this, the monk of Zhanger was even more confused, what is this, what is it, how can it be related to the gods again.

This woman can't be unclear-headed, right? When the people around looked at the dog's daughter-in-law again, there was something strange in their eyes.

"Why, you still doubt what I said?"

The dog's daughter-in-law was a little annoyed and angry when she saw that the few people who were still in high spirits were looking at her with sympathetic eyes at the moment.

"In our village, everyone knows the supernatural spirit of the Dragon King, and people in the neighboring villages and towns have heard of it." The dog's daughter-in-law explained.

"Eldest sister, are you still coaxing us with such loopholes when we are two or three-year-old dolls?"

The handsome young man who had just asked the dog's daughter-in-law let out a sneer.

"Shhhh Seeing this, the dog's daughter-in-law hurriedly lowered her voice and looked left and right, looking sincerely frightened.

is about to break some fierce news again to add a little convincing power to his words. Suddenly, the small courtyard in front of the temple felt quiet, and the guests who were originally talking softly also quieted down.

The dog's daughter-in-law wondered a little, what happened? I couldn't help but look around suspiciously.

But he caught a glimpse of the handsome young man, and secretly pointed behind him, could it be that there was something strange behind him, the dog's daughter-in-law was puzzled, and couldn't help but look back to see what was going on.

"Ah, it's the fifth master, I haven't even noticed when you are coming."

This didn't matter, but it scared the dog's daughter-in-law, it turned out that Zhao Wuye didn't know when. He was standing behind him, frowning and glaring at himself.

"When it's okay, watch the babies do their homework more, don't let them always be playful, it's much better than breaking your mouth here."

Zhao Wuye snorted dissatisfiedly, and paced towards the hall step by step with a crutch.

The dog's daughter-in-law saw that Zhao Wuye was unhappy, and her face was a little embarrassed. As the highest-ranking person in Gujing Village, Zhao Wuye has always been respected, regardless of men and women, young and old. I want to give Zhao Wuye some face.

Hey, the fifth master must think that he is too talkative, why can't I hold back, this happiness, there is no door on the mouth. The dog's daughter-in-law secretly regretted it in her heart. Now that the fifth master has spoken, it is naturally not good for him to continue to stay here.

Look around. I saw that Liu's sister-in-law next door was coming out of the main hall. The dog's daughter-in-law hurriedly stepped forward first, took Liu's sister-in-law's arm, and walked out of the temple together.

Of course, this was just a small episode in Gujing Village, which was quickly forgotten by everyone.

In Mo Fei's small courtyard, Zhou Lao and Jade Mountain Soul were sitting at the stone table under the grape trellis. Set up the chessboard, each holding on to the same color, you come and go, and the fight is in full swing.

Side. Bi Tao is seriously teaching Danzhu how to make tea. Teach seriously, learn carefully, and the immature children's voice sounded in the small courtyard from time to time.

The little face of the pink is tense and tight, and with the demeanor of Yan Sù who pretends to be old, it is very similar to that. coughed lightly from time to time, reminding Danzhu which part should be paid attention to, how to look at this appearance of a teacher, how to feel happy.

The weather was good, so Mo Fei moved the bookcase out of the room, and he hadn't written for a long time, so he decided to practice his pen. Aoyagi helped grind on the side. Mo Fei put pen to paper.

Whether ancient or modern, people regard calligraphy as a means of literati cultivation, express the heart of the text through calligraphy, and use calligraphy to suppen life. It's an exaggeration, but it's largely true.

The art of Chinese calligraphy and painting is broad and profound, the most able to cultivate temperament, nourishing temperament, which contains the writer's dual perception of the life of the universe and self-life, in traditional Chinese culture, the art of calligraphy and painting can best reflect the Taoist idea of the unity of nature and man and the aesthetic taste of humility. Therefore, people in the immortal path often have high attainments in calligraphy and painting

With the idea in his heart, Mo Fei lifted the pen, dipped the ink on the inkstone, brushed a little bit on the snow-white rice paper, and soon a song of Qinglian Jushi's "Questions and Answers in the Mountains" jumped on the paper:

asked Yu what to do in Bishan, laughing but not answering.

The peach blossoms are gone, and there is no heaven and earth in the world.

This seven-character quatrain was written by Qinglian monks when he lived in seclusion on Tiantai Mountain, feeling the freshness and tranquility of nature. In that moment of feeling and endless aftertaste, there is a sense of indifference that is not found in the red world.

I don't know when, Zhou Lao and the Jade Mountain Soul had stopped playing chess, stood beside Mo Fei, and stopped to watch Mo Fei moisten his pen.

After the ink is not a book, the old man Zhou couldn't help but nod and praise: "The poem is good, the words are better, Li Taibai's "Questions and Answers in the Mountains" expresses a kind of leisure mood that is beyond the world, but it is quite compatible with you." ”

After speaking, he looked at Mo Fei's handwriting carefully, and couldn't help but stroking his palm: "I thought you were just good at Liu Gongquan's willow body, but I didn't expect Yu Yan Zhenqing's face body to be better, concise and heavy, vertical and horizontal, full of momentum when using the pen, ingenious and natural, Qingyuan is majestic and graceful."

If you really see words, you are like seeing people, your heart is square, and your sex is natural and plain, and you can express it in this word. ”

"Old Zhou, you are too praised."

Mo Fei smiled slightly, his face was indifferent, without the slightest hint of self-satisfaction.

Master Zhou saw it in his eyes, and couldn't help nodding secretly in his heart, he was young and could deal with it calmly, it was really not simple. In ancient times, it was also a first-class figure of the Magi of the mountains. Thinking of this, I can't help but be happy that I was able to meet such a year-old friend in my later years.

At this time, the ink on the rice paper had dried, Zhou Lao picked up the word from the table, carefully appreciated it, nodded incessantly, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and couldn't help but say: "Xiaomo, I like this character and this poem very much, why don't you give it to me?" ”

"Words pay confidants, Zhou Lao likes it, although take it, as the saying goes, a thousand gold is easy to get, a confidant is hard to find, it's rare that you always like my words, but it's also my honor."

"Haha, you kid, when are you talking like this?"

Zhou Lao got Mo Fei's words, he was happy in his heart, and he couldn't help but quip.

Holding this letter, I was about to go back to my room, ready to hang it on the table, when I suddenly remembered something, I couldn't help but stop, turned my head to Mo Fei and said: "A few days ago, when Xiao Li asked you to inscribe the plaque, I heard this little guy Qingliu say that Xiaomo's painting is stronger than your words, but is it true?" ”

Mo Fei was about to answer, and Aoyagi, who was helping Mo Fei clean the ink on the brush, interjected: "Of course, I never lie. (To be continued......)

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