The open and secret battles of the upper big people often take time to affect the lives of the lower little people.

The two of them and a donkey passed through the deep city gate and entered the city of Lunan.

Two people who have been wandering in the deep mountain village for many days watched the people coming and going on the street, and the hawkers kept shouting, and they suddenly felt cordial.

For Chen Yi, a hillbilly who hadn't even been to the township market a few times before leaving the township, it was even more muddy to enter the city.

Chen Yi, who was at a loss, looked at Chen Qingzhi, a scholar with a yellow face and thin muscles

"Chen Dead Dog, what to do next. ”

Chen Qingzhi can only be very helpless about the powerless nickname of "Chen Dead Dog", after all, there is no very embarrassing nickname among real brothers.

"Find an inn to live in first, and slowly inquire where Chunfeng Lou is. ”

"Isn't it expensive?"

Chen Yi asked weakly.

Chen Qingzhi's weak scholarly demeanor has lost his anger to this wealth fan.

"You've become a rich man these days. ”

Chen Yi smiled, and hugged the "big wallet" tied to his chest tighter.

The two of them went around the city and inquired about the Chunfeng Building, looking for an inn, and by the way, subsidizing the family.

said that it was to subsidize the family, and the two didn't buy anything, so one of them bought two sets of new clothes, Chen Qingzhi was born in the bitter cold, and the clothes were patches on patches, and Chen Yi fought and killed a few sets of coarse linen clothes all the way to be tattered, Chen Yi couldn't save this money when he was slamming the door.

Finally found an inn, Chen Yi wore out his mouth and only two taels of silver to eat and wrap up, and even counted the loss of capital, the boss was afraid that he was really annoyed before agreeing.

After a storm, the two returned to the guest room, and Chen Qingzhi began to silently follow the candlelight to silently open the worn-out book, and from time to time he also picked up a pen to annotate. Although he was already familiar with the contents of this book, he was reluctant to throw away this worn-out book, and he would not throw it away. Chen Yi also bought him a few new books, and each time he carefully picked them up with oiled paper and put them away carefully.

Chen Yi also turned out a pile of special waterproof paper from his bag, which was made by Lao Cao who was bored and homemade, and the words were written dry, and it was okay to soak in the water, and the pen sense of writing was also very good, and the paper used by the emperor Lao'er was not much different. Lao Cao asked him to use this kind of paper to copy, and he didn't finish copying the "Twelve Strategies of the Art of War" before going out, so he brought a stack with him. Lao Cao said to himself: A man stands nine feet between heaven and earth, he should do something, do something, do something, and do a few laws, laws, and hearts.

Although Lao Cao's original "Twelve Strategies for the Art of War" was not brought out, he was already familiar with it by heart, which was the rule that Lao Cao gave himself, and he must be familiar with it before copying the book.

Tie up the accustomed horse steps, pick up the pen and begin to copy unhurriedly. I remembered what Lao Cao said: Copying books can be calm, indecisive can be copied, impetuousness can be copied, sadness and sadness can be copied......

Thinking about it, I unconsciously remembered Uncle Cao's gentle and Yan Ci and Uncle Ling's unchanged zombie faces for thousands of years.

If I leave, Uncle Cao and Ling won't stay, and I don't know how Grandpa Yao is doing alone, I'm afraid there will be a lot less smile on his face, and he will be more worried.

Chen Qingzhi is no longer surprised by Chen Yi's "Cao-style calligraphy". Gently came to the back of Chen Yi and watched him write calmly and slowly. The beautiful and atmospheric words on his hand made even him, a reader, blush.

As if he had seen through Chen Qingzhi's thoughts, Chen Yi said with a smile

"You scholars can't write the elegant words of our Jianghu people, and this hand is envious. ”

Envy is envy, but listening to Chen Yi's yin and yang weird statement, if it weren't for the fact that the "truth" was not as big as him, I really wanted to hurt him. Recently, I feel more and more like Chen Yi with a bandit spirit.

"Your words are very similar to those of the great Confucian Mr. Cao Shenzhi. ”

Chen Qingzhi opened his mouth and said that the person he admired most was Mr. Cao, who was known as a one-person family.

"Who is Cao Shenzhi?"

Chen Yi didn't reply, continued to bury his head in writing, and replied casually.

Chen Qingzhi was very helpless about this coarse man who wrote beautifully and never forgot the rivers and lakes, so he could only explain patiently

"Mr. Cao is the person I admire the most. Four Confucian families: Northern Cao and Southern Lu, Eastern Confucius and Western Zhou. Mr. Cao's young side Cao family was doomed, only he and an old servant were left in the whole clan, and Mr. Cao, who had just turned twenty, carried the name of the clan with the strength of one person, and made the other three Confucian families have nothing to say. Later, he went south to join the army and became the fifth master in the world, and he was righteous all his life. ”

Chen Yi didn't look like any expression on the surface, but in his heart, he couldn't do it: it turned out that Lao Cao also had such a glorious record.

But I still feel a little uncomfortable, being a master is so strong, how can I be an apprentice. Chen Yi also secretly told himself in his heart: I must not let Lao Cao be disappointed, and I can't let the world laugh at Lao Cao for having talent but no vision.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Chen Yi likes rivers and lakes: he can always hear all kinds of stories of people around him, and he can comment on the merits of others.

"It's so powerful, it's a pity that I don't know him, and when I'm invincible in the world, I'll snatch him and bring him to you as a teacher. Teach me to write and believe in Cao, called Cao Mo, but unfortunately he is a mountain teacher, and I know what virtue I know when I look at this. ”

Chen Qingzhi looked at Chen Yi's bandits, and it was indeed not like what Cao Da Confucian could teach.

"Go and go, you Jianghu martial artist knows a fart. ”

"Haha, what a dead dog Chen, he learns well, he can swear, and if he mixes with me for a long time, he will become a Confucian of Chen, and then there will be the fifth Confucian in the world. ”

Chen Qingzhi was too lazy to reason with this scoundrel, so he sat back in his place and read.

Chen Yi glanced at Chen Qing, smiled meaningfully, and continued to copy.

In the middle of the night, Chen Qingzhi had already entered Gentle Township when he was sleepy. After Chen Yi copied the last word, he also turned out the previous copy, simply made a cover, and wrote "Twelve Strategies of the Art of War" elegantly. Tidy it up, then take out the needle and thread and seal it, look at it with satisfaction, it's not bad, put it up carefully, meditate with the lights out, and continue to practice every night.

The next day, the two came out leisurely to inquire about the news. The two changed into the new clothes they bought yesterday, and the natural beauty man Chen Yi was even more handsome and handsome under the decoration of the black suit. And Chen Qingzhi put on a green shirt and had a bit of youthful and proud Confucian morale.

"This is it. ”

Chen Yi pointed to the place where Yin Yin Yanyan gathered in front of him.

Chen Qingzhi looked in the direction pointed by Chen Yi, his face suddenly turned red, and he covered his face

"If you really want to go in, or you go, I'll forget it. ”

As he spoke, he cowered and wanted to slip away, Chen Yi grabbed his hand, how could he let her slip.

"You've crawled through the pile of dead people, what kind of place is this, you're afraid of being like this. ”

Chen Qingzhi couldn't break free, so he could only give up struggling and cry with a sad face

"Chunfeng Building, Chunfeng Building, I thought it was a teahouse that could enjoy the scenery, how could it be a green building. ”

Chen Yi said with a sword in confusion

"What is the Qinglou. ”

Chen Qingzhi didn't know how to explain to Chen Yi, a stunned young man, after thinking about it, he could only talk about it

"You Jianghu warriors regard this as a blessed land, and we scholars regard it as a flood beast. ”

Chen Yi is still confused, Chen Qingzhi usually talks with a blank look, and what he says is the Tao, but now he can't say a word, and what he says is foggy. Chen Yi didn't bother to listen to his ink, so he just pulled it up and left.

"What a flood beast, with me, what are you afraid of? ”

Chen Qingzhi chattered endlessly, and Chen Yi didn't bother to listen, so he pulled and left.