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If there is anything special about his appearance, it can only be said that the bridge of his nose is higher than that of ordinary people.

The eyes are also a little deeper than ordinary people.

Of course, his attitude made Yuan Lai feel special the most. It may be because of the water and soil in the northwest realm, the cultivators in the northwest, especially those outside the border, are not very gentle.

It can be seen from the woman, for example, Liu Zhaonan is a typical example, he dares to cut when he sees someone with a double knife, and when he is interested, he sees that the evil cultivator does not hide or avoid, but is eager to try.

Even if it is as soft as Liu Xiaoyan, a Jiangnan woman, the weapon used is an exaggerated sword.

Therefore, cultivators in the northwest don't like to give strangers a good look, and it is normal not to talk when they meet by chance, but it is abnormal to talk to them.

Therefore, based on this, Yuan Lai felt that this man was probably not a local cultivator in the northwest, and the more powerful supporting evidence was the man's accent, nor the local accent, but Yuan Lai couldn't say which zone he belonged to.

However, this is not a special thing, and it is not uncommon for cultivators from the Central Plains to the northwest in the world recently.

"Absolutely. Yuan Lai nodded, a little cautious, he didn't want to share his place with this stranger in his heart, but it was not easy to resist.

This land is not his own.

"That's very good. Shi Shiran, a man in his thirties, lifted his robe and sat down, and Yuan Lai noticed that when he sat down, it seemed that some force had descended, blowing away the snow around the man.

Dry yellow grass with soft snow was exposed.

Yuan Lai's eyes lit up, this hand was an understatement, and he didn't even notice any fluctuations in his vitality, it was really unusual, and from this it could be seen that this person's cultivation was not low.

But it's not low, and I can't see how high it is with Yuan Lai's eyesight.

There is a small tree on the grass, a very small withered yellow tree, originally Yuan Lai was sitting on the left side of the small tree, but now this uninvited guest is also sitting on the right, Yuan Lai can't figure out what he is about, so he just looks at him.

"I'm just going out for a walk and getting some air, you don't have to be curious. The man laughed.

Yuan Lai was not embarrassed, but said, "The weather is not very good." “

"I think it's good, and a lot of people think it's good. “

"What do you mean, senior?" asked Yuan Lai.

The uninvited guest smiled, he gave Yuan Lai a good impression, and the most important thing is that this man's gaze at Yuan Lai is not the kind of eyes that an elder looks at a child, but a level gaze, which shows that his mood is very high.

"I lived in the capital for a short time a few years ago, it was summer, it often rained, the people in the capital were very interesting, especially young men and women, like to walk in the rain with an umbrella, I was also very curious at that time, it happened that there lived next door to a well-known teacher in the capital, I went to ask, and the answer I got at that time was that the rain has a sense of beauty. “

"It's beautiful. Yuan Lai nodded, the men and women of Qiguo do not have such strict rules, like women can also practice, which shows that in Qiguo, women still have a lot of freedom to show their heads, etc., and they are relatively open.

On rainy days, in the capital, men and women walk along the banks of the Qinhuai River with umbrellas, which is a unique beautiful scenery in the capital in summer.

"I am a man who is not naturally sensitive to beauty, so I continued to ask the gentleman, why is it that when it rains, there is beauty, or why is there no beauty when the weather is fine, when the wind and sand are blowing, when there is no beauty, when there is a fireball in the sky, but when it rains?"

Yuan Lai blinked, subconsciously wanting to laugh, because his first feeling was that this problem was not a problem at all, but soon, his laughter stopped in his heart, because he found that it was not necessarily a problem.

"yes, why is it beautiful when it rains?"

The man next to the tree smiled: "At that time, the teacher did not answer me immediately, but thought for a while, and then said, there are many, many reasons, but he thinks that the main problem is that there are relatively few times when it rains, but there will be it every year, and it will appear in cycles, but it is not destined to be any day." “

"For example, in summer, there are more sunny days, less rainy times, more cold times in winter, less snowy times, and it is too common to be windy all day long in spring and autumn, so it is probably more beautiful to have less things. “

His words came to an end, but Yuan Lai fell into deep thought, the kind of delicate touch in his heart that had been rereading Huang Tingjing had not dissipated, and now when he heard such a passage from a man, he suddenly felt something in his heart.

The man quietly admired the snow and did not disturb him, and after a while Yuan Lai woke up and said, "That makes sense." “

"You are a smart man, I have told many people about this, and they all answered with reason, but you are the only one who answered with the most sincerity. The uninvited guest looked quite happy and commented.

Yuan Lai only smiled faintly at this comment and said, "The eyes of the seniors are very sharp, and I never thought about it...... This kind of problem. “

"Such a boring question?" he laughed and said an adjective that Yuan Lai didn't say, which made Yuan Lai slightly embarrassed.

But then the man said, "Actually, I've thought a lot about this kind of boring question, like this snow. “

"This snow?"

"yes, this snow. The uninvited guest pointed to the drifting snow outside the two of them, and Yuan Lai only noticed that there were no snowflakes falling around him at this time, but they were not blown away with vitality like Yuan Lai, but ...... There were no snowflakes falling around him.

"At that time, the gentleman next to me gave a poem to the students, and quoted an allusion to the ancestors of the Xie family, the king of Wuyi Lane. It is said that hundreds of years ago, one of the ancestors of the Xie family, Xie An, one of the great powers of the four realms, in his later years, there was heavy snow in the capital one day, Xie An took several people to enjoy the snow. “

Yuan Lai listened quietly, he had heard this allusion a long time ago, not only in this world, but also in his previous life There was a very similar allusion, but obviously, what this man wanted to say was not just the content.

"The most outstanding sons here, a man and a woman, are Xie Lang and a woman who is famous for Daoyun, and the story says that Xie Lang replied first, and the difference between sprinkling salt and air can be compared. Then Xie Daoyun replied that the catkins did not rise because of the wind. One says snow is like grains of salt, and the other says snow is like catkins. The two lines of the poem were judged high and low, and the woman of the Xie family pressed Xie Lang's head, and later it became an allusion. “

Yuan Lai nodded, this story is indeed like this.

"But......" the man smiled, and suddenly said, "However, I feel that there is a deeper meaning in this story. “

Yuan Lai raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "Deeper meaning?"

It's just a poetic allusion, what deeper thinking will there be?

"How many times have you seen snow?" the man asked.

Yuan Lai replied, "Many, many times." ”

"So, let me ask you, have you ever seen snow like grains of salt?"

"Of course I do. Yuan Lai nodded calmly, there are many cases where snowflakes are like white salt, and it is very common, and this kind of snow is often accompanied by strong winds.

"So, have you ever seen snow like catkins again?"

"Of course I did. "Isn't the catkins-like snow just goose feather snow, and the wind that accompanies it is relatively light. Relatively rare, but also the most aesthetically pleasing.

"So, do you say that these two kinds of snow are similar, and can they coexist? Xie Lang and Xie Daoyun both saw the same kind of snow, but is it the former or the latter?"

Yuan Lai was stunned and speechless.

He really didn't think about this kind of boring question, but he had to admit that this man was right, it was impossible for two completely different forms of snow to appear together, so in this story, one of Xie Lang and Xie Daoyun was describing objectively, and the other was completely fantasizing.

Or rather, one of them is looking at the world with his eyes open, and the other is closed.

Who is the one with the eyes open?

Yuan Lai thought it was Xie Lang.

The reason is very simple, of course Wen Qing can call my sun to a stove, that is the poet's romantic fantasy. But no one who reads a sage will shout at a painting by a master that it's carbon and fiber!

"So, I think Xie Lang is looking at the world calmly, while Xie Daoyun is lost in fantasy. The man concluded.

Yuan Lai said with a strange face: "But, even if this is the case, what's the matter? Since it is a poetry competition, of course it is better to write more beautifully, and the salt grains are definitely not as beautiful as catkins." ”

Yuan Lai felt that there was no problem at all, even if it was demonstrated, Xie Daoyun was closing his eyes and talking nonsense, so what, isn't this normal?

"But Xie An is a Great Cultivator of the Four Realms. ”

The man just replied with such an inexplicable sentence.

Yuan Lai was puzzled, but some kind of fluctuation suddenly appeared in his heart.

"The higher a practitioner cultivates to the depths, the closer he gets to the origin of the world, and the more real the world is in his eyes, so in the eyes of poets, catkins are correct, but in the eyes of practitioners, salt is the truth. ”

"Senior, what do you want to say?"

"First, the children of Wang Xie and his family have been crowning the world with poetry for a hundred years, which is likely to be done by Xie An deliberately, the more poetry is read, the farther the poet is from the origin of the world, and the worse his cultivation qualifications will be. To put it more clearly, the more people in the world like to read poetry, the fewer cultivators there are, and the more stable the world will be. Of course, some scholars' qualifications for cultivation are too good, even if they can practice poetry in seven steps, but their achievements are bound to be limited. ”

Yuan Lai couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise.

"Second, Xie An's doing this can be seen as taking the initiative to weaken the cultivation qualifications of his descendants for the sake of the continuation of the family, and Wang Xie's two families have been practicing for a long time, with only a few exceptions. However, I feel that Xie An is not only shackling for future generations, but also covering his eyes. ”

"The ancestors of the Wang Xie family are talented, or they are assigned by others, in short, they have seen the future in advance, so they no longer have the desire to move forward. It's really sad. ”