When the main person left, Sun Taichong smiled and said that it was just right to cook tea and taste tea, and most of the people present naturally agreed for a while, and they all got up and followed to the tea room. However, Du Shiyi, who had already received a cup of tea from the maidservant when she sat down before, took a bite of it, first smoked by the pungent smell of green onions and ginger in the tea, and then made her throat dry and uncomfortable because she couldn't tell whether it was salty or spicy. So, at this time, he didn't bother to join in the unbearable excitement, and seeing that Liu Ximing, who had just targeted him, was talking with Song Fuzhen, the master of Songyang, he stood up and quietly walked out of the house.

However, as soon as he got out of the room, he realized that he had unconsciously brought out the small and delicate white porcelain teacup in his hand. Standing in the light-filled outdoor at this moment, he looked at the sun and saw that the teacup was as white as snow, light as a cloud, without any miscellaneous sè and other patterns, and the shape was simple and simple. Thinking of the pottery bowls and pottery cups used in his own house in the thatched house, he remembered that there seemed to be a set of porcelain in Fan Chuan's house in his memory, and now he doesn't know whether he is still at home, or because he needs to see a doctor, and was sold by Du Shisanniang, he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, turned around and entered the house, and saw that Liu Ximing was still talking to Song Fuzhen over there, so he beckoned a maid.

"I played with it for a while, and I actually took this porcelain cup out of the door. You can take it. ”

The servant girl only took the things back with both hands, and when she saw Du Shiyi go out, she suddenly heard the call of the Lord from behind, and hurriedly turned around and stepped forward respectfully. When she reported the reason why Du Shiyi had just gone and returned, and saw the viewer waving his hand at her, she hurriedly retreated lightly.

As soon as the maidservant girl went down, Liu Ximing sneered: "Although the Du family is a big surname in Guanzhong, the outstanding people over the years are much worse than before, and even the saints have sighed that Lai Guogong has no queen. In contrast, although Fan Chuan Weiqu is almost the branch of the Pony Mansion, there are still some characters. I went to the Fan Chuan Du Wen Club a few times, and Du Nineteen was praised as rare in the sky and unparalleled on the earth, just like the stars holding the moon, but it was really just ordinary! It's a pity that he is ill, and the elders of his branch have worked hard to build momentum, and they begged the Son of Heaven to summon the prodigy to raise the name of the clan again, but their efforts were in vain! Just looking at his white porcelain teacup, I feel strange, which shows that he is really unbearable! ”

"Enough!" Song Fuzhen interrupted him, and said lightly, "Du's Wenhui, since he has talents, it is understandable to praise it. Do you have to join in the fun, and blame others for the stars holding the moon? Today, you are in public to make trouble, but you are being turned against the army, do you think you are very beautiful when you show your face? ”

"Uncle, I also thought that Du Jiujianglang was ashamed to speak, but I didn't expect him to ......"

"So you're going to poke people's scars? After poking, you want to remedy it, so you use Mr. Sima as a cover? You're smart but you're being smart! Ziguang, the Liu family is also a famous family in Guanzhong, and his family is wealthy, far better than Du Shijiu and other Du children who have gradually become cold, even if they want to fight, they can use fair and honest means, and this move can only make people laugh! I specially calculated that Mr. Sima invited you to Songshan, not to make you ugly. Besides, Du Nineteen's first mercy on the peasants was obviously to Mr. Sima. If you don't collect it well, you want to ask for the ranking of Jingzhao Mansion in the coming year, but it will be difficult to reach the sky! ”

Faced with this sharp speech, Liu Ximing lowered his head and responded, but a trace of disapproval flashed on his face. Du Shiyi's four lines of poetry just take the meaning of compassion for farmers, if you really want to say that the words are just ordinary, but it is just grandstanding, and it is still doubtful whether it was done by himself! If there is really something in the belly, how can he not even avoid Sun Taichong's invitation to the tea room?

Du Shiyi didn't know that it was the uncle and nephew who were talking in the Flying Star Pavilion, he had followed the Daotong all the way in, and he was quite interested in the building of this Songyang Temple, and at this moment Suo Xìng walked all the way back. Today, the weather is still good, and there are many pilgrims in the view, but the place where the Taoist priests in the view of the Flying Star Pavilion live is stopped by outsiders. All the way out to the incense-filled Sanqing main hall, outside the hall watching those good men and women offering incense and praying, he hesitated for a moment, and finally crossed the threshold and entered inside.

Although Du Sanniang's mouth was tight, he still learned about the current overstretched situation from Zhuying. Even if Tian Mo is diligent and willing to work, he basically doesn't have to go to the market to buy dried vegetables and firewood now, but firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea are just omitted from the first one, and he can't be blessed with the same zuihou. Moreover, you must know how embarrassed and difficult Du Shisanniang was when she took him out of Jingzhao Mansion, if he went back at this moment, even if he recovered from a serious illness, how could he face that reputation that had plummeted? In the past, the prodigy was famous, but now that the halo has faded, there are not a few people who gloat and even have malicious intentions like Liu Ximing. Shinong businessman, he said that in front of people, but it was impossible for him to really be a farmer. If you want to take Du Sanniang to live well in this era, some things are indispensable.

He did not kneel on the futon like those good men and women, but stood there and raised his hands in silent prayer, and only bowed deeply for a long time before bowing deeply. As he straightened up, he heard a familiar voice from behind him.

"Du Xiaolangjun is here, let someone find it."

Turning around and seeing that it was Sima Heiyun, Du Shiyi naturally smiled and said hello. When he walked out of the Sanqing main hall and avoided the many pilgrims and walked to a secluded path, he heard Sima Heiyun say: "Today, there will suddenly be such thousands of guests, and the master of my family did not expect it. I wanted to ask you to entrust me with copying books, but it was obvious that many people just now were not able to mention it. The protagonist is in the back of the house at this time, fortunately, you haven't been to the tea room, otherwise I'm afraid you'll have to come back next time. ”

"Okay, let's ask Brother Sima to lead the way!"

Yangxìng Pavilion is one of the few small, chic, quiet and deep jīng houses in Songyang Temple. Du Shiyi followed Sima Heiyun in, and only met two or three servants along the way, and when he got to the house, he saw that Mr. Sima was meditating cross-legged there, as if he had fallen into a situation of forgetting about things and me, and there was only one Taoist boy standing next to him. Seeing Sima Heiyun glaring at him, he tiptoed out, and after thinking about it, he sat down at the seat. I thought that the other party was going to test his sitting and resistance, but after a short while, Mr. Sima, who was meditating cross-legged, opened his eyes.

"I don't know whose post Du Xiaolangjun has been there since he was a child?"

"Ouyang Gong who came first, and then Wang Youjun's Fa Ti." This is the case in previous and present lives, Du Shiyi naturally answered without thinking.

"So, Du Xiaolangjun is good at eight-point books?" Mr. Sima saw Du Shiyi nodding, and then said, "Maybe write a few words for me to read?" ”

Seeing that Dao Tong immediately went to hold the four treasures of the study, although these few rì had already re-practiced the writing posture, but when he really took the roll of paper and dipped the pen in ink, Du Shiyi still took a deep breath, and then wrote on the paper one by one. After the two lines were completed overnight, he waited until the ink was a little dry, and then handed it back to the boy. After a while, Mr. Sima took the scroll of paper from Dao Tong's hand, and after carefully examining it for a while, he was quite satisfied with this force, and then read it out loud: "In the afternoon, the sweat drops into the soil." Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard work...... It turned out to be the same poem just now, the words are good, the poems are better! When your ancestor was alive, he also said that the plan of the world lies in agriculture. ”

Hearing this Mr. Sima mention the first teacher, this time, Du Shiyi thought about it, and finally asked bluntly: "Mr. Sima, I am young and shallow, lonely and unheard, although I have to be helped twice by Brother Sima in my life, but he is tight-lipped and never confides in Mr. Sima's origins. Today, I came to the door again, I came to copy books, I didn't want to encounter such a big scene, if I don't know the origin of Mr., I'm afraid I will really make a fool of myself in front of people. ”

"Oh, so you still don't know who I am?" Seeing that Du Shiyi shook his head, Mr. Sima finally couldn't help but stroke his palm, "Okay, good!" I am not a court official who persuaded farmers to promote water conservancy, and secondly, I am not a literati and ink writer who is famous all over the world for poetry and literature, but a Taoist priest who cultivates himself and cultivates himself should not be known to everyone, and guests from all over the world come to a certain place! Du Xiaolangjun, you can tell the most honest truth! ”

Du Shiyi didn't hear any irony from this laughter, but felt that the old man seemed to be genuinely happy, and couldn't help muttering even more. The next moment, he saw the other party and said with a smile: "Heiyun doesn't make it clear to you, because he has followed me for the longest time and knows my temper." If you ask each other directly, then I naturally have nothing to say. Poor road Sima Chengzhen, law name Daoyin. ”

This time, Du Shiyi finally had a faint impression. However, it was not this person in Du Shiyi's memory in the past, the young man who only read the books of sages and sages, and worked hard to make poems, naturally had no intention of putting any effort into the monk's path, but he himself had seen this name in the old rubbings of the steles that his father treasured in his previous life. And there are many anecdotes associated with this name.

"But the Sima Sect Master of the Shangqing Sect on Maoshan Mountain?"

Sima Chengzhen looked at Du Shiyi frowning and pondering, and then suddenly realized, but he felt that this young man's reaction was real and interesting, coupled with what Sima Heiyun said about this young man before, which also made him quite satisfied. So at this moment, he nodded slightly, and then said: "I like to be pure, I don't love many people, and now it seems that this scene of guests coming in droves, I am afraid that it will become more and more intense." I was invited by Zi Fang to return to Songshan this time, because in the Songyang Temple, there are many posthumous works written by the nine generations of Tao Patriarch of the Shangqing School that were collected by the ancestor back then. These books were given to Songyangguan by the first teacher back then, and I don't have a copy of some of them, since you told Heiyun that you could copy them, it gave me an extra helper. ”

Du Shiyi didn't want to make a mistake, Sima Chengzhen's original intention of going to Songshan this time was this, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and then said with a wry smile: "If Mr. clearly proposes this intention, I am afraid that the people who are willing to transcribe will be able to line up all the way to the foot of Junji Peak." ”

That's not true. I haven't brought it up yet, but isn't it already full of guests today? It's a pity that the bookmakers who specialize in copying in the market are going to lose a big deal! Sima Chengzhen raised his eyebrows with a smile, and said unhurriedly, "It's just that they are all willing to work for my old way, but Du Xiaolangjun is to pay off the value of the Kunlun slave, so there is naturally some difference." I heard that you know how to practice acupuncture, so how about handing over the "Materia Medica" written by Patriarch Tao to you for transcription? Although the imperial court rebuilt the "Materia Medica", it is a pity that the things left by the ancestor were lost. ”

It turned out to be the original of Tao Hongjing's "Commentary on the Materia Medica"!

In later generations, Tao Hongjing's Dunhuang Grottoes fragment "Materia Medica" was only left in the preface, and after it was brought out of China by Rì himself, he even had different opinions on his whereabouts. Another fragment is also in Germany, and he has never had the opportunity to see it after traveling around the world for most of the world, and now he can copy the original scriptures of Tao Hongjing's handwriting, how could he not agree!

"I don't dare to ask for it."

Seeing Du Shiyi standing up and bowing to the ground in joy, Sima Chengzhen couldn't help laughing: "In this case, do you stay in Songyang to transcribe, or continue to go back to your thatched house?" ”

Although Songyang Guan will inevitably gather with nobles in recent times, and there may be many opportunities to stay here, Du Shiyi still said without hesitation: "If Mr. allows, I would like to ask Brother Sima to send this book to my thatched hut, and after I copy it, I will ask him to send the copy back." The thatched hut is clean, which is more conducive to tranquil transcription. ”

When Sima Chengzhen heard this, he didn't want to nod his head and said, "Okay, it's up to you!" Seeing that you just wandered around, I don't plan to go back to the Flying Star Pavilion again, so I'll let Heiyun send the scroll back with you. Song Guan and Zi Fang, I'll just say hello for you. ”