Went home and boiled hot water for a bath.

After changing his clothes, Li Ruyu still went to the private school on time with dark circles under his eyes, and Xiaoxiao also went to the private school on time.

The Master stood at the door.

Li Ruyu had an illusion that the loneliness of the white mountains and black waters, which could only be understood and indescribable, seemed to be a little weaker, and was replaced by a faint hope and relief?

Why?

Is it because he killed the second bastard?

Li Ruyu is unknown.

But he knows one thing, Master, always his own Master.

The master held the ring ruler in his hand and let Xiaoxiao enter the class, but stopped Li Ruyu, "Although the snow is cold, the kendo will last for a long time, and you can't slack off for half a day, and continue to chop sticks today." ”

Li Ruyu respectfully responded, put down the book, picked up the smoothly sharpened stick and went to the tree on the side of the private school, and continued to split the stick.

Don't feel bored anymore.

Splitting a stick is splitting a sword!

To kill Sun widowers among the many Huang Zi ministers in the Da'an Dynasty is not a matter of Wenmo.

A sword is needed.

In the afternoon, the Master picked up a fishing rod, put on a green hat and a green coat, and went to the Qingliu River to fish alone in the cold river and snow.

Snow and cold.

The master returned with a fishing rod covered in snow, and the fish basket was only filled with a few miscellaneous fish commonly known as jumping poles, and he left school in advance, leaving Li Ruyu and Xiaoxiao to cook, and went to the backyard to find a wine jug to come out, and sat at the door to watch the snow.

The scenery of Fan Mian Village is never tired of seeing.

Xiaoxiao obviously has something on her mind, and she is much quieter when she eats, but she diligently sandwiches Li Ruyu and her husband a few more times, which makes Li Fuzi a little unbearable, and always feels that she has become a parent, accompanying her son and daughter-in-law to eat.

A little washing dishes after a meal.

Li Fuzi took out a book from the house that he bought from Shunjiangji a few days ago, looked at it silently, frowned after reading it for a while, and muttered a few sentences This is also worthy of poetry, the same shit is not as good as the Huangchao sentence I have a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom and the city is full of golden armor, do the readers of Daliang grow up eating shit, do you know what Wencai is......

Li Ruyu heard it on the side, and couldn't help but slander, Master, you are too arrogant.

Li Fuzi glanced at him obliquely, "Do you think Master I am crazy?" ”

Li Ruyu thought for a moment and nodded seriously, "Yes." ”

Li Fuzi laughed, "That's because you don't know Master and I...... Forget it, it's all in the past, so don't mention it. ”

Li Ruyu moved a chair and sat opposite the master, could lower his voice, and asked softly: "Master, the second bastard is missing, what if someone tells Li Zheng and then reports to the official?" If the Bishan County Commander sends someone to investigate, I am afraid that it will be a little troublesome. ”

Li Fuzi threw aside the book that looked like shit, laughing silently, "Who will be full and hold on?" ”

Li Ruyu was surprised.

Li Fuzi got up and packed up the fishing gear, Fanmian Village is remote, not as prosperous as the big city, there is no Peach Blossom Pond, there is no Qinglou singing, dancing, wine and food, and there is no like-minded Wang Lun, these fishing gear is their own entertainment to pass the time.

"If the county order sends someone to investigate the case, who will be the first to be unlucky?"

Li Ruyu suddenly, "Sun widower, they!" ”

Therefore, even if they knew that the second bastard was missing, or that the second bastard was dead, Sun Widower and others would keep it a secret, and even block everyone's criticism.

Because if the Bishan County Commander sent someone to Fanmian Village, the affairs of the Da'an Dynasty would not be able to be hidden.

Then it's going to die.

As soon as he thought of this, Li Ruyu suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

went to the kitchen to help Xiaoxiao, and was about to send her home, but Li Fuzi, who had put away the fishing gear, came from the backyard with a serious face and threw a booklet to Li Ruyu, "This is the most ordinary introductory sword book, it is common sense, you can read it when you have time, and you don't have to pay too much attention to it." ”

Li Ruyu took it and looked at it, it was a picture album.

The Master painted it with his own hands.

After turning a few pages, his facial features were suddenly a little distorted, the muscles on his face twitched, and his expression was extremely weird.

The lines in the album are simple.

All of them are swords wielded, with simple explanations of words.

Since the master came to Fanmian Village, he has been writing with his left hand, and the words in the early years are a little unbearable, but now the master's words are no longer incomprehensible, and he only feels that the dragon flying and phoenix dance are vigorous and sharp, and it contains a lot of things that he can't understand.

But I understand it.

Xiaoxiao once said that the Master's words, like swords, are treasures.

Those things that I can't understand, small novels are all the artistic conception of calligraphy, in fact, the little calligraphy far exceeds her peers, and even in Fanmian Village, except for the master, she writes the best.

Li Ruyu admires the little one very much, but he admires the master even more.

Obviously a right-hander, but he can practice left-handed characters, the master must be a great character, but because of the thunder in the sky, the master had to switch to left and right writing.

If there is no thunder in the sky, how amazing would it be for the Master to write with his right hand?

The words in the album are nothing.

But that painting ......

The lines are simple, the image is vivid, and no matter how stupid people are, they can see that it is a sword book.

It's just that......

It's too simple.

Four straight lines, that is, limbs, two circles, the top is the torso under the head, and even the effort to draw a few three hairs on the head is saved, and then a straight line is the long sword, this painting is horizontal, even small is not as good as ......

Seeing Li Ruyu's expression, the corners of Li Fuzi's mouth twitched.

The inner monologue is sad.

Master, I, three hundred poems of fighting wine, a sword breaker, drunk flowers and willows in Chang'an, five marquis and seven nobles with the same cup of wine, poetry and wine swords are unparalleled in the world in the Tang Dynasty, even calligraphy can be called everyone.

Only this painting, there is really no way to take it.

Gu Kaizhi's painting is okay, I have seen and collected it, Wu Daozi is amazing, I also found him to learn Danqing for a few days, took out the treasured wine to buy him, and let him teach him a few days.

However, this thing is not comparable to poetry, I studied with Wu Daozi for a few days, and the painting is not as good as the Mengtong in the private school.

I am born to be useful, but in Danqing, it is not effective.

Li Fuzi was very hurt.

Especially when he saw Li Ruyu's strange expression of holding back a smile, he said angrily: "Get out." ”

Xiao Xiao glanced forward, blinking with big eyes, covering his mouth and stealing fun.

Li Ruyu put away the album, took a small hand and prepared to leave, and before leaving, he turned around and said to Li Fuzi seriously: "Master, to tell the truth, your paintings are also shit!" ”

After finishing speaking, he pulled a little and ran away, leaving two childhood bamboo shadows in the snow, and while the master ate a bowl of dog food, he blew his beard and glared angrily and snorted angrily, no big or small.

Li Ruyu: Before he fought back against himself, he said that the people who read Da Liang are all shit.

This kid......

Not bad.

A little bit of my arrogance back then, young man, I need this kind of thing to be mad, and dare to point at the sharp spirit of the king of heaven and earth.

What about the teacher?

I still have to say what needs to be said.

Who called his danqing really like shit, and he couldn't even compare to the poems of Da Liang readers.

But he couldn't help but laugh proudly.

Still lonely, Danqing stinks, I admit it, but writing poetry, the master is very lonely.

Can the world ask invincible?

—————— lewd dividing line————

PS: Regarding the repetition of the metaphor "big fish" proposed by a book friend, it has been revised before and after, and the abuse of the word "talent" will also be modified...... However, speaking of Li Bai, it seems that he can't do without talent.