Zhou Lao carefully looked at it before he recognized it. It turned out that this elegant old man was the person who commented on the words "return to the garden and live in the countryside" under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village that day.

So he smiled: "I still remember the last time you said, 'Acquaintance is better than unknown', but this time it was you who smelled the ink and came, which can be regarded as fate." ”

The elegant old man said: "Being able to meet friends with literature is really a great pleasure in life." I am very happy to meet you here today.

In the past, Mr. Goyanagi said in "Emigration": "Neighboring songs come from time to time, and protest talks about the past." Strange texts are appreciated, doubts and analyses', every time I read this, I will envy the situation of the predecessors talking about the papers, and the kind of honest exchanges are enviable.

Today, appreciating calligraphy and painting with you, commenting on gains and losses, there is a bit of the true meaning contained in the poems of the ancients. ”

After that, I looked around and saw that in the small courtyard, the green shade was like clouds, the green bamboo was swaying, and the flower shadows were fluttering.

On the stone table, a game of chess, a few volumes, several drooping boys, two white-haired old men, plus a handsome and elegant young man standing aside, faintly, there is a long ancient rhyme flowing in it.

The elegant old man couldn't help but feel a little trance, as if he had traveled through the long river of time, and saw the smoke and clouds, and the graceful and self-appreciating, almost immortal Wei and Jin Dynasties.

After appreciating the "Pine Crane Changchun Picture", everyone sat down. During the conversation, Mo Fei learned that the old man's surname was Lu, he was born in a scholarly family, and he was a retired professor of Chinese studies.

Everyone suddenly realized, no wonder they are so insightful about the art of calligraphy and painting, and they really specialize in art.

On this autumn afternoon with sunny weather, in this quiet and peaceful courtyard, beside the sparse and elegant flower shadows. The white-haired old man and the handsome young man sat around the stone table in the courtyard. While tasting the aroma of tea in the mouth, I talked about poetry with great interest.

On a small red clay stove in the middle of the stone table. The mountain spring water is boiling and the milky white water vapor spreads leisurely in the small courtyard. It also adds a bit of sparse and natural artistic conception.

After drinking the tea, Mr. Lu said goodbye, everyone got up to send each other, Zhou Lao said with a smile: "Brother Lu is quite insightful about the way of calligraphy and painting, and today I am here, it is fate, why not leave a ink treasure as a commemoration." ”

Mr. Lu did not shirk and walked to the window to the case. Pick up the brush that Mo Fei has just used, think about it for a while, and brush a little bit, and move the pen like the wind.

Everyone looked intently, but the pen was a line of grass, as if the wind and rain were scattered, the polish blossomed, the gesture was beautiful, and the body was continuous.

Soon. On the snow-white rice paper, a small poem has already jumped on the paper.

Old Man Zhou read softly: "

Knowing each other, why bother with the old, and pouring down the preface. There are guests who appreciate my interest, and I always look at Lin Yuan. There is no vulgarity in talking about harmony. Said saints.

Or there are several buckets of wine, and there is no east and west edge. The new thing is the old, and the weak is too much. Love leads thousands of miles. The trail is stagnant.

Jun Qi loves voxel, what year will it be. ”

Mr. Lu put down his pen in writing. said with a smile: "Seeing each other today is fate." Borrow Tao Weng's poems, express the interest in my heart, and give it to my friends, hoping that we will encourage each other in the future. ”

After that, he hugged his fists and said goodbye, and between the actions, he had a piece of grace.

Looking at the background of Mr. Lu's dissipation in the dense shade, Old Man Zhou came back to his senses and couldn't help but sigh: "If he is really a strange person, his temperament is quite similar to Xiaomo. Clear and free, comfortable and comfortable, quite a bit of the elegance of ancient doctors. ”

Mo Fei took the words on several cases and said with a smile: "Old Zhou, this sentence is used to describe this old Mr. Lu who is full of poetry and books, but it is quite compatible. When it comes to me, it's a little strict. Didn't the ancients say, 'Good talents are not hidden, and the rivers and lakes are poor', I am just a 'poor and lowly' who lives in seclusion in the forest."

"You, when did you learn to play the blade!" When Zhou Lao heard Mo Fei's words, he couldn't help but laugh and scold.

With the arrival of autumn, the daylight hours become shorter and shorter, and soon, the sun is already in the west. When the afterglow of the setting sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, sprinkling a little yellow light, Gujing Village is already dim.

Since the beginning of autumn, the temperature has been a little cooler in the morning and evening. The old men who used to gather under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village after dinner no longer came out.

In the dark night, Gujing Village was silent, everyone fell into a sweet dreamland, only in the freshly harvested fields, there were small insects singing, high and low cries one after another, intertwined, adding a bit of mystery to the quiet night.

As soon as the sun set, the villagers hid in their houses early, listened to the box, and watched TV, which was also relaxed and happy.

After dinner, Mo Fei sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated to refine his spirit. Cultivating immortals is a persistent thing, and there is no room for sloppiness and laziness, as the saying goes, sail against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and the same is true for the path of cultivation.

The power of the true yuan is bubbling in the meridians, flowing through all parts of the body, and finally returns to the dantian qi sea, which is absorbed by the Yuan Ying sitting in it, and after the quenching of the Yuan Ying, it is spit out again and again, nourishing the various meridians and bones of the body, and Mo Fei's body has become more and more powerful in this cycle and repeatedly.

Not long ago, in the Yujing Cave Heaven on Akagi Mountain, Mo Fei touched the boulder under the ancient pine with his divine sense, and experienced an extremely mysterious aura from it, and his whole mind was immersed in it, falling into a state of enlightenment. The various doubts encountered in the cultivation of the past and present lives suddenly came through, and there was no longer any hindrance.

This trip to Tiantai Mountain had a great impact on Mo Fei, who was enlightened and wise, and cleared the obstacles on his own cultivation path. Since then, although it cannot be said to be a flat ride, at least it has reduced the bottleneck on the way forward.

After returning from Tiantai Mountain, Mo Fei had to silently perform Xuangong day and night, polishing himself, and he didn't stop for a while. Outside the window, the night was dark, and a crooked last quarter moon hung above the sky, the light dim and white. A few stars are faintly suspended in the night sky, adding a bit of autumn gloom in the slow night breeze.

At this moment, a pale green glow appeared in Murphy's bedroom. Mo Fei opened his eyes suddenly, stretched out his hand, and this group of light flew in front of Mo Fei very obediently.

However, it was Aoyagi Shicai who sent a message, and the hidden formation of Tiantai Mountain's Yuxiao Temple was touched, and someone sent a message to Mo Fei with the secret method of Xuanmen.

Mo Fei frowned slightly, and secretly said in his heart, he was not very clear about the current cultivation world, how could someone leave a message for him? Could it be them?

But it was Mo Fei who thought of the Tongbai Temple on Tongbai Mountain in the northwest of Tiantai, the ancestral court of Taoism Quanzhen South. When he left the Yujing Cave Heaven, he met several old Taoist priests of Tongbai Temple, and promised that as long as he found the key to solving the problem, he would teach them the method of breaking into the golden pill.

At that time, although he did not explicitly say that he was a disciple of Yuxiao Guan, he left a verse of "I have passed on the lineage of the world and the alchemy incense on Yuxiao Peak." With a few sophisticated IQs, it is not surprising that they can be inferred from this.

What can they do if they find themselves so quickly? Murphy was suspicious. (To be continued......)

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