The two of them took a leisurely stroll.

Passing by a gazebo, it can be seen that this pavilion was built with great care.

The ground is made of white marble, polished and smooth, and it is very exquisite.

The pavilion pillar is a whole log, originally covered with red paint, wind and rain for many years, now the paint has fallen off, it looks mottled and dilapidated.

There is a couplet engraved on the pavilion pillar, the handwriting is also a little blurred, and the strokes are somewhat missing, but if you look carefully, you can also see that it reads, "The water flows cold to the edge of the stone, and the wind comes from the flowers."

The handwriting is handsome and fluent, I don't know which person's handwriting was at that time.

Only some traces of the painting of the beams on the top remained, and even several beams were rotten.

Now there is only one frame left in the pavilion, and even the tiles on the top of the pavilion are unknown to anyone who has removed them.

I often look into the distance, and there is an undulating man-made mound behind it, and two rocky slopes stand up on the left and right, and between them is a small flat land.

It is estimated that it was an artificial mountain in the palace back then, just like the Wanshou Mountain in the Summer Palace.

In the middle of the flat ground, there is a red brick house that looks like a military camp in the fifties and sixties, and there seem to be mottled slogans on the wall, but the content is no longer clear.

Although this is not the core urban area of Jinmen, it is by no means a remote place in the suburbs, and I didn't expect that there is such a large barren garden hidden, which is a bit incredible.

And what kind of person should this person be so admired by Nanshi?

How could such a person live in such a place?

A series of questions emerged, but since Nanshi didn't say it, Chang Xian didn't ask.

The more advanced the person, the more he has a personality that is different from ordinary people, and he does not follow common sense.

"Wangwang"

At this moment, a yellow earth dog suddenly burst out of the house and barked at the two of them.

The barking was loud, and all of a sudden it disturbed the resident birds in the surrounding trees, and they flew up one after another.

Nanshi pulled Chang Xian, stopped and said loudly: "Brother Snow Monk, I'm here." ”

Hearing Nanshi's voice, a person walked out of it with his hands behind his back.

This person feels as if he is floating in the dust and is not in the world.

I can't see the age, it seems to be in my eighties, it seems to be in my nineties, and it seems to be over 100 years old.

The face is full of age spots, but the hair is not completely white, and the eyes are light but focused, not like the turbidity of ordinary old people.

His stature is not tall and stocky, and when he stands there, he is extremely stable, like a stone lion, and like a Taishan stone.

"Brother Snow Monk, I brought Xiao Chang here."

Nanshi smiled and took a moment's time.

The old man let out a faint "um", his attitude was lukewarm, he looked Chang Xian up and down for a while, didn't say anything, and turned around with the earth dog and walked towards a few remaining houses.

Nanshi said to Chang Xian: "Let's go, you can be this apprentice, it is your creation." ”

He patted Chang Xian's shoulder heavily, and said heavily: "Creation! ”

Follow the old man into the guest room, and often think that he is back before liberation.

Except for an old floor lamp, the room was empty. There was only a square table and four chairs, some pen, ink, paper, and inkstones scattered on the floor, and dishes on the table.

Other than that, nothing.

The old man came out with a clay pot in his hand and said to Nanshi: "I forgot where to put this pot of tea, I have been looking for it for a long time just now."

After speaking, he bent down and lifted the kettle, and began to make tea by himself.

After a while, the old man trembled and served two cups of tea and two small snacks.

A little smug: "Brother Jinyu, you guys are here today, I just made a mille-feuille cake!" ”

Listening to his mellow voice, he speaks without hurry, and has a bit of the charm of the Tan school, and it seems that he is a ticket holder who has accumulated years of experience.

Chang Xian picked up the tea bowl, glanced at it habitually, and couldn't help but "tsk".

This is enamel swimming fish porcelain, the porcelain surface floats with a layer of glaze, pour into the tea, the tea is shaken, you can vaguely see the fish swimming in the tea.

The old man saw Chang Xian's surprise, and said lightly: "Although this thing is not far away, the craftsmanship is okay." If it were put on the surface of Beijing City in the 40s, a set of such tea sets could be exchanged for two tiled houses. ”

Nanshi didn't react to the porcelain, took a sip casually, picked up the mille-feuille cake and ate it, and looked calm, as if he was going back to his own home.

"Xiao Chang, try this pastry, you can't eat it outside."

Chang Xian took a piece and ate it, the taste was really unique, and he couldn't help but praise: "Rich in layers, soft and sweet, it's really a good snack!" ”

Hearing this, the old man was stunned, but Nanshi was happy.

often looks at the demeanor of the second elder, and reacts that he may be jealous.

Nanshi said with a smile: "Xiao Chang, I'll teach you to be a good person, you remember, talk to the people of the capital, don't talk about dim sum, you have to say gluttony." ”

He turned his head and said, "I told you before that the master I found for you is from the capital. ”

The old man said: "It doesn't matter to me here, you still have to pay attention outside, don't offend people inadvertently." ”

After the second elder said, Chang Xian realized that he was really a joke.

The people of Beijing are particular, and dim sum is not called dim sum, but gluttony.

The dim sum shop is called a dumpling shop.

Tell people let's eat some gluttony, this is okay.

If you want to say eat dim sum, good dim sam, this is scolding, it is going to fight.

Why?

It is said that in the past, there were two kinds of executioners who killed people, one was to cut off the head, which was simple, the person knelt there, clicked the knife, and the head came down.

There is another one, which is chopping.

The lord's business was committed, and the emperor said that he would cut him three thousand four hundred knives.

The knife on the body, the taste is sour, the family of that person thought not to let their own family suffer this crime, so the executioner first came to kill the person, and then cut him without pain.

The knife that comes from the heart is called dim sum.

When you say to someone, "Come, eat a snack", it means "Come, Lord will kill you"!

Everyone has to be anxious about this.

After talking for a while, the old man smiled and said, "Brother Jinyu, are you sure to let this child follow me?" ”

Nanshi also said solemnly: "Brother Snow Monk, I won't tell you, I have been taking this child for six or seven years, and I have never had this thought, but now I have it, because I think, by chance, this kid has a creation!" ”

Chang Xian was taken aback, he was not fake, but the spiritual sense of this thing is really not an outsider.

He peeked at Nanshi's face, and he didn't see anything unusual.

"Xiao Chang, take out that Pu Ru's Diamond Sutra scroll!"

As soon as Nanshi ordered, Chang Xian immediately took out Pu Ru's calligraphy scroll and opened it.

As the long scroll unfolded in front of the old man's eyes, the old man's expression, which had been unwavering, also changed.

He didn't read much of the text, but carefully examined the many inscriptions, and muttered something from time to time, with a little more fireworks and a little less twilight on his body out of thin air.

After a long time, the old man asked Chang Xian to put away the long scroll.

He looked up and looked at the sky in the distance through the door, his gaze was long, and the clouds gathered and dispersed, making his voice a little ethereal.

"The Pu family was known as one of the four masters, Pu Xuezhai, Pu Yizhai, Pu Songchuang, and Pu Zuo each had their own unique skills, plus Pu Ru, who had the deepest attainments in King Gong's lineage, and the Pu family, hehe, the Manchurians immediately established the country, and at the end they could also fiddle with Wenmo!"