Chu Siqi knew that if he hadn't been by his side, Yu Ziqian would not have such a situation. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info she knows that Ziqian loves herself very much and thinks about herself in everything she does.

Yu Ziqian smiled slightly, gently touched Chu Siqi's hair, glanced at the snacks on the street, and said, "Then let's go eat something else!"

Chu Siqi nodded, took the initiative to take Yu Ziqian's hand, and walked towards the street snacks.

After eating a meal, although it was all ordinary meals, the two of them ate very happily.

It seems that steamed porridge is like a delicious meal in the eyes of the two of them, and they are happy.

In the evening, the two came to an inn and stayed, lying on the bed, Yu Ziqian hugged Chu Siqi, touched her hair, and said: "If this continues, it won't be long before the money will run out, or let's open a shop here, while doing business, and at the same time realize that life is okay?"

Chu Siqi naturally had no opinion, nodded and said, "Okay!"

In the early morning of the next day, Yu Ziqian and Chu Siqi rented a shop on a nearby street, and the name of the shop was "Calligraphy and Painting House".

In the calligraphy and painting hut, only calligraphy and painting are bought, Chu Siqi paints, and Yu Ziqian writes.

Since his cultivation has reached the stage of incarnation, it is much easier for him to perceive things in the mortal world than others.

For example, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, the two of them only need to watch it once, and they will know how to do it.

Chu Siqi painted only flowers, and there were only three, roses, lilies and roses.

Every time he finishes painting, he changes to a flower, and at the end of the day, Chu Siqi also painted hundreds of them, although they look lifelike, but they lack artistic conception. It is impossible for people to look at it and be deeply involved in it. The reason why Chu Siqi paints flowers is that in her opinion, as long as she paints flowers with the same artistic conception in her body, she will definitely be able to thoroughly understand her own cultivation.

Enlightenment and cultivation are only a part of understanding life.

Yu Ziqian's words are even simpler, the words represented by the nine attributes have been written by him one by one, and when Yu Ziqian finished writing a 'cloud' word, he sighed.

In the last stroke, he hesitated several times and didn't finish it, he didn't know how much he wrote such words, all of them were half-finished.

There is only its meaning, not its rhyme.

At the end of the day, both of them were a little tired, and without using their true powers, they looked like mortals.

The true power in the body has long been sealed, and it will never be used as a last resort.

At this time, a little girl of five or six ran back from the opposite side, and when she saw Chu Siqi's painting, she hurriedly said happily: "Auntie, is this what you painted?"

Chu Siqi nodded, and said with a smile: "Yes, this is painted by Auntie, do you like it?"

The girl kept nodding her head and said, "Cui'er likes it." ”

Chu Siqi took the painting off the wall, rolled it up and gave it to the little girl named Cui'er, "If you like it, take it!"

Cui'er hesitated for a moment, finally took the painting, and said sweetly, "Thank you, Auntie." ”

In the blink of an eye, Yu Ziqian has been here for more than a month, and he is familiar with the neighbors nearby.

There are so many things you can buy at the nearby shops, and you can buy almost everything you can say.

The little girl named Cui'er sells fabrics at home.

Next door to Yu Ziqian's house, there is also a wine seller, the owner has a son, seven or eight years old, named Da Mao, when he is fine, he always likes to come to Yu Ziqian's house to watch Yu Ziqian write.

In the past month, Yu Ziqian's store has often been patronized, but after asking about the price, they all shook their heads.

There is no other reason, the calligraphy and paintings that Yu Ziqian bought are too expensive, and they are a bit outrageous.

Therefore, in the past month, Yu Ziqian did not sell a single calligraphy and painting, but gave one to Cui'er.

If you go according to this situation, the pocket coins will not last for a month at all.

The surrounding neighbors successively persuaded Yu Ziqian to lower the price, but Yu Ziqian only smiled slightly.

He believes that there will always be a day when there are people in this world who know the goods.

At noon on this day, Da Mao was idle and bored, and came to watch Yu Ziqian write alone.

Suddenly, a young man walked into the shop, dressed in silk and satin, with an atmosphere between his raised hands.

This person is handsome, wearing a purple and gold crown, and after walking into the store, he saw Yu Ziqian writing the word "wind".

When Yu Ziqian finished writing, he clapped his hands and said, "Good words, good words." ”

This wind word contains mystery, which makes people take a look, as if there is a breeze blowing around them.

The young man asked Yu Ziqian, "I don't know how to buy this calligraphy and painting?"

Yu Ziqian didn't even look at the young man, picked up a blank piece of paper, and continued to write, "Ten gold coins each." ”

You must know that even in the capital, one gold coin is enough to cost more than a month, and ten gold coins are enough for a family to live for a year.

After hearing this, the young man was slightly stunned, and then he happily took out ten gold coins from his pocket and placed them on the table one by one, "I want this painting." ”

Yu Ziqian picked up the calligraphy and painting that the young man had just seen from the side, rolled it up and handed it to the young man.

The young man took the calligraphy and painting, and his heart was excited, and he turned around and left the palace.

This person, named Zhu Feng, is the current prince of Long Yuanguo. He recently heard that there was a strange couple in the capital, specializing in calligraphy and painting, the man wrote, and the woman painted. He went to see what kind of calligraphy and painting the husband and wife had, and they dared to ask for ten gold coins.

You must know that the best calligraphy and painting gentleman in the capital, a calligraphy and painting will never exceed one gold coin.

After Guo Zheng saw the calligraphy and painting, he was deeply shocked, he had never seen such bizarre handwriting when he was so big.

Especially after he saw the word wind, he seemed to be in the wind, feeling the formless, colorless, and tasteless wind.

Just as the state government walked into the palace full of excitement, a brocade-clothed guard suddenly ran over and said respectfully: "Your Highness, Your Majesty invites you to come over." ”

After hearing this, Guozheng's heart tightened slightly, knowing that his father had discovered the unauthorized exit from the palace, he waved his hand to the brocade guard and walked to his father's study alone.

In the study, the current emperor Zhu Wenzheng reviewed the chapters, and when he saw his son coming, his face sank, and he shouted: "As the crown prince, I have left the palace many times without permission. If you can't give me an explanation today, don't blame your father for keeping you in confinement. ”

After Zhu Feng heard the word confinement, his body trembled slightly, and he took out the painting he had just bought from behind his back.

Zhu Wen didn't even look at it, snorted coldly, and said: "I went out to buy words again, if you want it, there are many calligraphy and painting masters in the palace, why go out and buy it?"

Zhu Feng was not sure, after his father read this word, he could dissipate his anger, and hurriedly opened the handwriting, "Father, you see ......"

"Hmph!" Zhu Wen swept the corner of his eyes, and just wanted to move away, but was shocked by this wind word.

After a long time, Zhu Wencai asked, "Feng'er, who wrote this handwriting?" His voice was not loud, but it trembled a little.

Zhu Feng didn't expect his father to react so much, you know, his father is a cultivator, he has never seen any great world, when the lord of Aotian Pavilion got married, his father also went there in person. But when his father asked, Zhu Feng didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly said: "Father, it's a pair of young fathers, the man writes, and the woman paints. ”

After hearing this, Zhu Wen hurriedly asked, "Describe his appearance." ”

After Zhu Feng described it, he asked puzzledly, "Father, what's wrong?"

Zhu Wen didn't answer, but thought for a moment and said, "You take some brocade guards out of the palace and let him write a word." Remember, you can only go by yourself, those brocade guards not only have to be disguised, but also must stay a hundred meters away, if he writes that word, forget it. If he doesn't write, don't offend, and every year during the holidays, he has to give gifts. ”

After hearing his father's words, Zhu Feng was slightly stunned, and he didn't understand why his father did this, but he didn't dare to ask more, so he still did what his father told him.

In the afternoon of the same day, Zhu Feng came to the place where Yu Ziqian was, saw Yu Ziqian writing, and said politely: "I wonder if Your Excellency can write a word for me?"

Yu Ziqian's expression was calm, and he said indifferently: "What word?"

Zhu Feng was even more shocked when he saw that the other party didn't seem to take him seriously, it was the first time he had seen someone doing business. Coupled with his father's instructions, he quickly understood that this person was definitely not an ordinary person, so he said: "A dragon character, I don't know if I can write it, if Your Excellency can write it, I am willing to pay ten thousand gold." ”

The people around who read the words gasped incomparably after hearing it.

One word is worth 10,000 catties, which is too exaggerated!

Yu Ziqian raised his head, glanced at Guozheng, and did not speak.

Guozheng was looked at by Yu Ziqian like this, and he only felt a feeling of being pierced, and that feeling was fleeting, but there was a chill behind it.

After half a ring, Yu Ziqian stopped the pen in his hand, shook his head slowly, and replied, "I can't write this word." After speaking, he ignored Zhu Feng and wrote a local character again.

Zhu Feng took a deep breath, made a marked court salute to Yu Ziqian, and said respectfully, "Excuse me, senior." ”

Because when Zhu Feng came, there were people in the store looking at calligraphy and paintings, and the matter quickly spread.

After the people on the street found out, they even said that Yu Ziqian was too stupid, and he actually wrote a word for ten thousand catties, but he didn't write it.

Even a fool can see that Yu Ziqian doesn't know how to write the dragon character, but he doesn't want to write it.

Some people think that Yu Ziqian is an idiot, and some scholars believe that Yu Ziqian did not want to write this word for that person.

In short, for a while, rumors about Yu Ziqian were everywhere, and vaguely, he became the number one celebrity in the capital.

Then, Yu Ziqian and his wife, but they didn't take this rumor into their eyes, and still did their own thing.

During this time, the shopkeeper of the tavern next door, I don't know if it was to please Yu Ziqian, every time his son ran to see calligraphy and painting, not only did he not ask him to come back, but also asked him to bring some wine. Yu Ziqian did not object to these drinks, and after Da Mao brought them, Yu Ziqian drank some, every day.

As the days went by, Yu Ziqian and Da Mao became familiar with each other, and Da Mao asked one day, "Uncle Ling, I wonder if you can teach me to write." He believes that one word is worth tens of thousands of dollars. This is much faster than my father making money selling alcohol. And writing is very easy, just take a brush and draw a few times on the white paper, and you can finish writing a word.

Yu Ziqian glanced at Da Mao and smiled, "You can't write this word?"

Da Mao was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help but ask, "Why can't you write?"

Yu Ziqian glanced at a fire word in front of him, and asked Da Mao, "Do you see anything?"

Da Mao looked at the fire word, looked at it for a moment, and said in surprise: "Uncle Ling, I really think there is really a flame in this fire word." ”

Yu Ziqian smiled slightly, and said to Da Mao: "Go back! It's not early, if you really want to learn this, study hard after you go back, and you will naturally understand if you are admitted to the top prize in the future." ”

Da Mao wondered in his heart, what does this writing have to do with being admitted to the top prize, but since Uncle Ling said it, he will understand when he is admitted to the top prize, so let's go to the test!

This winter, it snowed heavily, and snowflakes fell from the sky, covering the sky with silver makeup.

Yu Ziqian pulled Chu Siqi away, stood in front of the door, and watched the snowflakes falling from the sky.

At this time, a figure walked quickly from the end of the street, and in a blink of an eye, he came to Yu Ziqian's shop, and when he put down a bag of things, he saluted Yu Ziqian and his wife, and turned to leave. Yu Ziqian saw this bag of things and smiled slightly, he didn't need to look at it to know what was inside.

Whenever there is a festival, someone will send something, although Yu Ziqian did not investigate, but he also guessed the identity of the person who sent the thing.

Chu Siqi glanced at the package and said with a smile: "Ziqian, you are also a rich man now!"

Yu Ziqian smiled slightly, hugged Chu Siqi in his arms, and said softly: "It's almost the New Year, let's go out and buy something!"

In the heavy snow, a team of husbands and wives are stepping on the snowflakes, walking step by step towards the shop not far away, and their figures are gradually moving away in the snow. (To be continued.) )