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Jiang He spent three quarters washing, morning exercise, cooking porridge, and eating breakfast.

When everything is done, open the courtyard door, the "Seven Paintings" on the door was hung by the guy yesterday, and Hu Xiaoliu spent a lot of money to ask for the handwriting of a master in Kyoto City. The mulberry trees in the courtyard are still a little unaccustomed to the river, so he wiped the marble stone table in the courtyard with a cloth, and a touch of the newborn morning sun shone obliquely in the courtyard.

It is also a good choice to chop wood to feed the horses every day, facing the sea.

Jiang He took out the books in the house, stacked them on the table, made another cup of vegetarian tea, and then began to read. These days, no one cares about the courtyard, and he hasn't painted, and since yesterday's trial release of the castle hall, Kyoto City has been much deserted. Jiang He also asked the guy to help pay the registration fee for the small exam, Jiang He looked up at a calendar he drew on the wall, and tomorrow is the day the small exam starts.

Although he still doesn't know what to do, Jiang He is still not worried, and it has no effect on him if he can't pass the test, but he may just be a painter in this Kyoto city, or a gangster leader.

Since the White Dragon Gang has become the largest gang in Kyoto City, it seems that Kyoto City has also been much quieter, and there are fewer rumors about who was robbed in the city and who disappeared inexplicably, and about the contest between Lord Yushi and Lord Shangshu of the Ministry of War, Jiang He knows that this is just the beginning, and there is always an unknown undercurrent hidden behind the quiet.

Jiang He pinched a pencil made by himself, which was much better looking and easier to use than in Dushui City. The book in his hand is still full of his own handwriting or impressions, and there are many traces of sketching, densely packed.

He is now reading a book called "Miscellaneous Conversations of the National Academy", he thinks it is very interesting, this book is printed by the National Protectorate, and it is a treasure with a very small circulation, and it is also brought to him by Hu Xiaoliu two days ago, it looks a little old, it should be an object of several years.

Most of the books are astronomical discussions and literary criticisms, as well as humanities records and newly revised maps of the southern border, which can be said to be a small encyclopedia, and what makes Jiang He feel more interesting is the exploration and exchange of questions at the end of the book, which is probably a discussion of astronomical knowledge.

Jiang He feels very interesting, no matter how high or low the civilization is, but the search and discussion of the unknown never stops.

There is no time in the book, and I don't feel that the morning will pass, Jiang He got up and rubbed his sour shoulders, stretched his waist, and went to the back kitchen to cook, fried some vegetables and peppers at will, and then passed noon. It's not that Jiang He has no money, it's just that he feels that drinking and meating all day long is too bad for his health, and he doesn't have the realm and enlightenment of Hu Xiaoliu and others who eat and drink all day long.

The day before yesterday, Hu Xiaoliu also took a lot of silver taels for himself, locked and stored them in the drawer under the bed in Jianghe House, Jiang He didn't count carefully, about one hundred taels, Hu Xiaoliu said that it was a salary paid in advance, so that he could be the shopkeeper of this Qi well, and the rent collected would be handed over to Li Laogui once a month, and they would solve the arrears of rent.

After eating at noon and sleeping for half a moment, it was the sun and the sun was scorching, Jiang He sat in the house and read, he wanted to go to the hall, but the hall was too narrow. The hall was built by the guys a few days ago, and it was not a hall in fact, but the back kitchen was separated by bricks, and then some beautiful carved windows and doors were installed, and the space was not large and could only be barely put on a small case, and a few small wooden stakes were made on the wall to hang paintings.

Jiang He didn't paint for the past two days, but only painted a small sheet in his own courtyard, and Jiang He thought that he was also the shopkeeper of the art workshop, so he still had to hang two pretends, so he hung this painting in the hall with the sword painted that night.

Jiang He took out a hardcover book, this book was sent by Wu Xiaobei's subordinates yesterday, and the corners were very neat. Jiang He opened the book, there were some beautiful words sparsely written in it, Jiang He read it roughly, it should be Wu Xiaobei's monastic perception on weekdays, the words in it were mottled and complex, and obscure, Jiang He was very difficult to read.

Looking back at the result, there was still a note in the result book, which was also in Wu Xiaobei's handwriting, writing: "The painting has been received, thank you, sir." There was also a smiley face drawn next to it. Jiang He smiled slightly, put the note away and put it in the drawer.

The book is not full.,Only about ten sheets.,Jiang He turned back and read from the first page.,"First acquaintance with the world,Love wine and food beetles in the middle,Frost and sorrow and fire demons outside.。。 He found it very incomprehensible, so he had to continue reading, and gradually became fascinated.

I don't know when, Jiang He seemed to hear footsteps outside the door, so he put down the book and went to the hall, where a middle-aged man was standing. The man was dressed in an ordinary gray coarse linen shirt, with a cloth belt tied around his waist, and his hands were stretched out behind his back, looking at the two paintings hanging on the wall very leisurely.

"How do you sell this painting for the little shopkeeper. The man asked softly, pointing to the painting with the ancient sword, but did not turn to look at the river.

Jiang He looked at the painting and said, "Fifty taels." ”

The man finally turned around and looked at the river. Jiang He also saw his face clearly, except for a pair of thick eyebrows like a sword, the rest of them only looked like an ordinary Kyoto guest, and looking at the shoes under his feet, it was more like he had come from a foreign country, stained with mud that had not yet fallen.

As if he was interested in the sky-high price of fifty taels, the man looked at the young shopkeeper in front of him with a smile, and then said slowly: "Is this painting painted by the little shopkeeper himself?"

Jiang He didn't know what he meant, he didn't feel like a painter, he gently straightened his sleeve and replied, "Of course." ”

The man smiled again, then took the painting down and said, "Then I'll buy it." ”

Jiang He was overjoyed in his heart, he sold a painting within a few days of opening, and he had a future! Moreover, he just casually said fifty taels, but he did not expect that it would become his first big business in the "Seven Paintings Zhai" so simply.

But the man changed his words again and said, "But I don't have any money. ”

Jiang He's eyes widened, and he almost didn't scold, but he still held back his anger and pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, and then said, "It's okay, you can take the silver taels and come back, and the painting will be kept for you." ”

The man shook his head, already had the scroll in his hand, looked at Jiang He and replied, "I'm talking about that I don't have any money." ”

Jiang He finally couldn't hold back his temperament anymore, seeing that the man looked as if he had decided to go out with the painting, Jiang He felt in his heart how he met either a madman or a psychopath, he said to the man: "You don't have money to buy any paintings? After saying that, he was about to take the painting back, but the man put the painting behind his back with his hands behind his back.

Seeing that Jiang He was about to attack, the man spoke again: "Well, in return, I can answer a few questions from the gentleman." ”

Jiang He looked at him like a neuropath, "Hehe." ”

The man smiled, as if he was dissatisfied with Jiang He's attitude, and said: "Love wine and food are in the middle, frost and sorrow are outside, sex moves with emotion, love moves from thing to thing, wandering death and life. ”

Jiang He was startled and stopped to look at him.

The man smiled, and then said, "Little shopkeeper, three questions, no loss." ”

Jiang He swallowed his saliva and thought about it carefully, if the person in front of him was a cultivator, then it was indeed not a loss to ask him three questions, but the problem was. I don't know anything about monasticism, so if I do, what three questions do I ask?

The man stood quietly in front of the hall, waiting for the river, not in a hurry or impatient.

Jiang He was puzzled in his heart, the information This person is unpredictable and mysterious, shouldn't he be a charlatan, then he will lose a lot, so he said: "This is not a problem, don't count!"

The man looked at Jiang He with interest, then smiled slightly. He nodded in agreement.

"Who are you?"

"I'm a straw sandal-weaver. Just ask, you can only ask three questions. ”

Jiang He felt that he had really met a liar, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush up to snatch the painting back, although his kung fu was not strong, but he couldn't just do this big loss-making business, he said: "I have just opened to find fault, I still don't blame the past for putting the painting back." ”

Saying that, Jiang He had already raised his fist and threatened majestically, but the man was still smiling and standing in front of Jiang He, Jiang He was not annoyed, this person really looked down on his threat, and he was ready to teach the person in front of him a lesson.

But he regretted it after a second.

Because Jiang He was horrified to find that he couldn't move at all, a strong and piercing thought blocked his circumference of Zhou Tian, like countless invisible silk threads, if he touched a little, he might instantly cut himself into tens of thousands of pieces.

The man still had an unfathomable "ordinary" appearance, and said slowly: "The shopkeeper is there to ask, distance produces beauty." ”

Jiang He was in a cold sweat, but he knew that this might not be a real fault, so he stared and thought for a long time, and then finally asked, "Can I cultivate the Dao?"

The man looked at Jiang He, and then replied affirmatively, "Yes." ”

Jiang He looked at his affirmative eyes and couldn't help but wonder again, could it be that he was really too stupid, why was it still difficult to perceive the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi after so long, Jiang He wanted to ask him the reason, but in the end he held back.

There were still two questions left, Jiang He thought for a moment again, and continued to ask, "What is the Tao?"

The man smiled, seemed to be very satisfied with the question of the river, and then said: "The road is the road, the avenue and the small road, the big road and the small road, all are the way." ”

Jiang He fell into a short contemplation after listening to this seemingly idiot-like answer, and continued to ask: "Then what is a big road and what is a small road." ”

"The avenue is full of life, the trail is different, the avenue is bustling, the trail is winding and quiet, do you understand?"

Jiang He was stunned, he carefully recalled these three stupid words like an apprentice's question and answer and like a storyteller's nonsense, but he vaguely felt as if he had touched something in his mind, avenues, trails, and some inexplicable things slowly appeared in his mind, like light and not like light, just hazy and covered with thick dust.

The avenue is full of life and bustling. Jiang He seems to be standing in a road at this moment, to the left is the avenue, to the right is the path, in the distance is a mountain, the scenery on the top of the mountain seems to be very good, the road on the left is extremely wide, the traffic is busy, the wild grass on the right is overgrown and no one cares, Jiang He looked at the distant mountain covered by mountains and clouds and mist, and suddenly he also wanted to go up to see.

The man smiled again at Jiang He's thinking, then put the picture scroll behind him, raised his feet and slowly went out, and when Jiang He came to his senses from the fugue, the gray clothes had gradually walked away, and finally melted into the crowd and never saw him again.