Seeing Yu Lang leave in a hurry, Yu Xia smiled helplessly, spread out the paper, and planned to write for a while before Mr. came over, only to find that the inkstone had just been taken away by Yu Lang.

Yu Xia was about to put down her pen, and the inkstone with a missing corner was placed on the table in front of her.

Yu Xia naturally recognized who this inkstone was, but she saw with her own eyes how this inkstone was missing a corner, and Yu Lang was smashed at that time.

"Thank you, Ahsui." Yu Xia was not hypocritical, and turned his head to thank He Sui.

He nodded to her and handed her another thing.

Yu Xia was stunned when he saw what he handed over.

This is a letterhead.

This letter was not sealed, but Yu Xia could see that there was a faint flow of vitality at the seal, and the breath was even a little familiar.

Yu Xia's brows jumped, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at He Sui, "This letter ......"

He Sui nodded, "It was left to you by the previous porter." ”

The old man in the porter disappeared suddenly, but no one knew that the last person he saw before leaving was He Sui.

"You give this letter to the black girl, and you don't have to say anything else."

When he said this, the old man was still smoking a dry cigarette, and the letter was handed over to him, and it was given to him very casually.

And the glint hidden in the eyes of this seemingly ordinary porter old man and the worried look on his face did not hide from the eyes of the thoughtful He Sui.

Only then did He Sui realize that this inconspicuous old man turned out to be a hidden person.

No matter what his identity is, although this person shouted "black girl" with disgust when he mentioned Yu Xia, his eyes were full of smiles, and he seemed to be very close to Yu Xia.

He Sui naturally didn't know how Yu Xia had such a friendship with this old man who was lazily smoking dry cigarettes all day, but he could confirm that the old man had no ill will towards Yu Xia, in this case, even if this letterhead was not sealed, he would hand it over to Yu Xia intact.

It's just that what He Sui didn't know was that this letterhead just didn't seem to have a seal, and Chen Daoren left some mana in the seal, and only the designated person could break the seal and see the letter.

If someone else tries to open the letter, it will burn itself.

Yu Xia thanked him and couldn't wait to open the letterhead, which was a thin piece of paper with only a few words on it.

"If you have something to leave, you cultivate well, when fate comes, I will show up. In another month, there will be a Xuanshi Conference in Huailing County, and you can go and see it at that time. ”

Yu Xia breathed a sigh of relief after reading the letter, since Chen Daoren could leave her a letter, it meant that he did not encounter any critical situation, he said that he would appear in the future, so he would not leave himself and disappear completely.

It's just this Xuanshi Conference......

Yu Xia took the letter and fell into deep thought.

The front yard of Jinshidi.

Yu Lang rushed to Songmao Hall with Mo, and a ragged monk sat in the middle of the room.

The monk had short stubble of gray hair on his head, and a few burn scars were faintly visible on the top of his head. The gray cloth shirt was patched and washed white, and he stepped on a pair of worn straw sandals.

Although the clothes and shoes are shabby, it is better to be clean and fresh.

The monk's eyes are slightly closed, his expression is solemn, the wrinkles on his face seem to be carved by the wind and frost on the messy traces, there is a string of black Buddha beads hanging around his neck, and a string of Vajra Bodhi in his hand, all of which are full, exuding a quiet and ancient atmosphere.

The body of the Hundred Alchemy Vajra is still there, and he only teaches the Buddha to wash his heart.

The monk is an ascetic monk, who wears coarse tea all year round, sleeps in the open air, and cultivates a body of vajra iron bones.

Old Lady Yu sat on the other side, looking at him earnestly, while Yu Pei was grinding solemnly and respectfully in front of a case.

There are also children of various families in the clan, who honestly stand aside and bury their heads in grinding.

This is the order of the old lady Yu, in front of Master Yinzhen, not to make a mistake.

When Yu Lang entered the house, he honestly lowered his head with a tile inkstone, and walked in lightly, not daring to take a breath.

Although he was disdainful of the old monk in front of Yu Xia, even if the other party was wearing shabby clothes, the solemnity around him could not be ignored or desecrated.

Maybe...... This is really a high-ranking monk.

It's just that the enlightened monk of the Bikong Temple receives his family's incense all the year round, why does the grandmother want to treat this wild monk who came out of nowhere?

Thinking so, Yu Lang walked to the side of the desk and put the inkstone in his hand on the table.

The inkstone collided with the tabletop and triggered a soft knocking sound, although it was not loud, but in the quiet room, it seemed a little abrupt.

The eyes of everyone in the room turned around, fell on Yu Lang, and then gathered on the inkstone he had just put down.

"Poof......

A boy of five or six years old couldn't hold back his laughter.

When he laughed, the rest of the people couldn't hold back anymore and laughed in unison.

"Second brother, are you kidding us?"

The one who spoke was Yu Lang's cousin, named Yu Xuan, only half a year younger than him, who was competitive and competitive, and loved to compete with him on weekdays.

"After running out for so long to find ink for the master, you found such a rough stone and rotten ink? Isn't this fooling the master to blaspheme the majesty of the Buddha? ”

Yu Pei, who had been immersed in grinding, also raised his head and glanced over here, and when he saw the tile inkstone on the table, a smile of unknown meaning flashed at the corner of his mouth, so he lowered his eyes again and continued the movements in his hands.

Seeing that everyone was laughing at him, Yu Lang's face turned red with anger, and he said angrily, "You used such a good inkstone and ink ingot, and the ink you developed can enter the master's eyes?" ”

Seeing that everyone was speechless, Yu Lang proudly added, "Outside the gold and jade, it is still impossible to get on the stage?" ”

Seeing that the others didn't speak, Yu Yu snorted coldly and sneered, "It seems that you are not defeated, we have a golden and jade appearance, you are even a defeat on the outside, but you are really a hundred steps laughing at us fifty steps." ”

Yu Lang had already seen that this brother was not pleasing to the eye, he was just good-tempered to let such a thing climb on his head and go against him, listening to him pointing to the ink that Yu Xia had ground to scold him for defeat, he knew that he must not swallow his anger at this time, and let the other party gain an inch.

"Red face and white bones, all are vain, do you think that the Buddha will only look at the surface like you?"

Yu Lang is already clever, but his talent in poetry and books is slightly inferior, but it doesn't mean that he is a stupid person, plus these days he has been secretly ridiculed by He Suiming, who has been tempered, can now be regarded as a sharp tooth, and can argue with Yu Yu and others.

As soon as Yu Lang's words fell, Master Yinzhen, who had been holding his eyes closed, opened his eyes slightly, revealing a pair of clear and transparent eyes, in front of him, as if all things in the world could be perceived.

"Amitabha, this little benefactor, has a wisdom root."