This night, Ye Li slept very peacefully, did not cultivate as before, and did not always pay attention to the movements around him, just like an ordinary person, sleeping extremely steadily.

The old man got up very early, went to the stall two alleys away, and brought back a few buns, and also picked up two fried dough sticks.

"Get up and eat. The old man brought two bowls of thin rice porridge, and the two of them set up a small board outside the house, sat on the threshold and ate it.

"When you're done eating, I'll teach you how to weave bamboo slips. The old man took a sip of porridge and muttered.

Ye Li nodded.

This breakfast was eaten quickly, and the old man took Ye Li into the house, closed the wooden door, lit the candles, and went into the inner room. Ye Li sat on the ground and heard the old man thunderbolting in the inner room for a long time before he brought out a dark black cloth bag.

The old man sat opposite Ye Li and turned over the cloth bag, "Although weaving bamboo slips is very simple, everyone in the world can weave them, but my ancestors have a lot of origins. ”

He carefully took out a roll of bamboo slips from the cloth bag, opened it gently, and with the flickering candle flame, the old man's wrinkled face had a trace of remembrance, "The ancestor once saved a fainted immortal outside the mountain, and the immortal saw that the ancestor had some wisdom roots, so he passed down a style of immortal method in return, and this type of immortal method exhausted the life of every weaver......"

"The ancestor has always remembered the words of the immortal, that is, a person left a word in his life!" The old man seemed to be telling history, solemn and low, he handed the open scroll of bamboo slips to Ye Li, "This is a word left by my father before he died!"

When Ye Li heard this, he looked over, and when the characters on the bamboo slip fell into his eyes, Ye Li was shocked, although his complexion did not change, but his heart was already overturned. Where is this character still written by ordinary people? This is a rune at all, and it is an extremely profound and mysterious rune!

This immortal is simply a cultivator like Ye Li!

The old man didn't seem to notice the changes in Ye Li, he stroked the bamboo slip in his hand, and said slowly, "In my vein, everyone will leave a word before they die, this word is different from the words in the world, it is more like carrying a person's life, and it has incredible power." ”

And the bamboo slips have survived because of this word. But after five generations, these words disappear without a trace. ”

"Uncle Wang, I don't know how many generations have passed since my ancestors?" Ye Li asked softly and quietly.

The old man shook his head and couldn't help but sigh, "There are nineteen generations of ancestors to my father, and my generation is exactly the twentieth generation, so these words will disappear with my death, so I am very worried, it is likely that this craft will disappear completely." ”

Ye Li stretched out his hand to take the bamboo slip in the old man's hand, and found that there was a faint layer of white attached to the bamboo slip, like a beautiful jade, wrapping the bamboo slip, and the characters on this bamboo slip dragon flying snake dance, magnificent, completely in one go, Rao Ye Li has seen many runes, and he can't help but be amazed.

"From today onwards, I will first teach you the ordinary bamboo slip making method, and after you are proficient, I will teach you the unique skills of the original lineage. The old man took the bamboo slip, carefully put it away, and then put it back in the back room.

There was a knock on the wooden door, but it was Lao Zhang from the carpenter shop next door standing at the door.

"Oh, old man, didn't disturb your rest, did you?" Lao Zhang is a middle-aged man in his forties, born rough, but his craftsmanship is extremely exquisite, and it is also unique in this Xuancheng.

"Brother Zhang, what's wrong?" the old man asked, opening the door completely.

Lao Zhang touched his legs, gritted his teeth, and then said, "This is not the child in the family, he was about to get married at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and suddenly ran over and said that he wanted to learn to write. ”

Now paper silk has become very common, bamboo slips have become a rare thing, ordinary people can afford to use paper, although the old Zhang family has carpenter skills for generations, but also can not make any money, so they came to ask for two rolls of bamboo slips.

The old man smiled and took four or five rolls of bamboo slips and handed them over, "It's okay, it's a good thing for children to learn to write, if the bamboo slips run out, you can come and get them again." ”

After sending Lao Zhang away, the old man began to teach Ye Li how to make zuò bamboo slips.

In the blink of an eye, June has passed, and July has come.

Summer has officially begun.

On this day, Ye Li got up early in the morning and went out to buy some food, the old man couldn't sleep in the heat at night, and he fell asleep until late at night, and when Ye Li came back from shopping, he was still lying on the bed.

"Uncle Wang, it's time to eat. Ye Li set up the plank and beckoned to the old man.

"You should be able to make the technique gradually, I will teach you the unique skills of the original vein after eating, and after you finish learning, the rest depends on your long-term understanding, maybe you will be successful. The old man finished the porridge in the bowl, got up slowly, and took out a roll of bamboo slips from the back room.

This bamboo slip is full of the old smell, but the old man cherishes it extraordinarily.

He spread out the bamboo slips, which were densely covered with small characters, "Take it and see it, and then give it to me after reading and remembering it." ”

Ye Li took the bamboo slip, nodded, packed up the bowl, and sat at the door, carefully looking at the special skills recorded on the bamboo slip.

This scroll of bamboo slips is not too long, sprinkled with more than 5,000 words, Ye Li quickly finished reading it, he re-rolled the bamboo slips, "It turns out that the so-called special technique is to use the mind to refine these bamboo slips, so as to achieve mutual psychic between the mind and the bamboo slips, and finally to carry the runes ......"

Ye Li had profound knowledge and naturally saw the key to it, but at the same time he had doubts, "Ordinary people don't know much about the mind, so it says that they should be sincere and spiritual, and they must pray to the bamboo slips every day; ”

"Brother Ye, are you looking at the bamboo slips again, how about you look at this wood carving I carved?" Da Niu, the son of the old Zhang family, came over and woke Ye Li up from his contemplation.

Ye Li came back to his senses and said with a smile, "Come, show me." ”

Da Niu handed over the wood carving in his hand, "Daddy's craftsmanship is very good, but I always make some big things, but I like these small things, this is what I am thinking about, Brother Ye looks at it?"

Ye Li nodded and set his eyes on the wood carving in his hand.

It was a man with a wooden hammer, tall and with a rugged face.

"It's your father. Ye Li said with a smile, "The carving skills are good, if you give it to your father, it will definitely make him happy." ”

Da Niu Han smiled and nodded, "Well, I think so too." ”

"By the way, how are you practicing your calligraphy? Do you still need bamboo slips?" Ye Li asked, and went into the house and took out the bamboo slips he had made in the past few days, and there were more than a dozen volumes.

The big cow hugged him with a smile, these bamboo slips were enough for him to use them well.

When it was time for dinner, the old man suddenly said, "The family's silver is running out, so you can go to the grocery store in the east of the city tomorrow and sell some of the bamboo slips at home." ”

Ye Li nodded, "Then I'll make up a volume or two later." ”

In the night, the candle flame flickered, Ye Li leaned against the door, put the bamboo strips in his hand side by side, and the twine in his hand kept shuttling, and soon a roll was strung together.

The faint snoring of the old man in the inner room came, Ye Li shook his head with a smile, and continued to focus on the bamboo slip in his hand.

Until late at night, Ye Li rubbed his eyes that were a little astringent, stood up and moved his body, nearly ten rolls of bamboo slips had been piled up around him, and he thought that he should sell well tomorrow.

Ye Li gently closed the door of the inner room, lay down on the bed board by the door, and fell asleep after a while.