"Isn't it just a boiler?" Xiao Yun was a little puzzled, looking at Mo Xiaobao's expression of wanting to speak and stopping, it seemed that he was afraid of something.

As he spoke, Mo Xiaobao had already taken Xiao Yun into a bamboo forest, a deep bluestone path, winding forward, and a chic courtyard appeared in front of Xiao Yun.

The fence fence encloses a bamboo house, the yard is full of bamboo leaves, and a few hens are pecking, and the arrival of Xiao Yun and the others has not affected their eating. The surroundings are quiet, it turns out that there is such a place in this forest, but I don't know who lives here?

In front of the courtyard gate, Mo Xiaobao lowered his voice, "The one inside is not very good-tempered, you have sharper hands and feet, so as not to be beaten, there have been several handymen who have been beaten and scolded before you!"

"Who lives here? Aren't you asking me to be a handyman for burning the fire?" Xiao Yun was a little puzzled, and he was going to be beaten? It wouldn't be a joke, right?

"Don't ask, you go in, I won't go in, in short, you are careful yourself!" Mo Xiaobao said, pushed Xiao Yun into the yard, like there was some monster in the yard, turned around and ran away.

"Hey, are you going to make it clear?" Xiao Yun opened his mouth, but Mo Xiaobao had long since disappeared.

This is too irresponsible, right? Xiao Yun shook his head a little speechlessly, he had already guessed that it would not be a good errand, just now Huang Sihai obviously didn't want that Xiao Ming to do this errand, so it was his turn, after all, there were only two people at that time, he and Xiao Ming, if he didn't do it, maybe it would be Xiao Ming who came here.

Mo Xiaobao's words before leaving made Chen Dasheng feel a little apprehensive in his heart, and he looked back at the bamboo house behind him, feeling a little fear in his heart inexplicably.

"Anyone?"

Standing in the courtyard, Xiao Yun shouted softly, but no one in the house answered, and he called twice, but there was still no response, so he walked into the house with some trepidation.

The main entrance is the main hall, the space is not very large, there are about thirty square meters, there are two rows of cabinets on the left and right, all of them are small drawers, at a glance it is the medicine cabinet, the room is full of a strong smell of medicine, there are several jars on the top of the medicine cabinet, most of them are brewing what medicine and wine.

On the wall in front of him, a pair of words were hung, and Xiao Yun walked over.

"The Book of Music?"

Looking at the two big characters on the far right, Xiao Yun was stunned, and the expression on his face looked a little strange.

In Xiao Yun's memory, the "Book of Music" was originally a musical classic in ancient China, Confucius deleted the poems, fixed the ritual music, and became the Six Classics, which was the abyss of Chinese culture.

Since the Qin fire, the six classics were lost, and the Han Dynasty removed the book law, and the Qi and Lu Zhusheng had to write the original scriptures silently, but they were carefully composed of poems, books, rites, Yi and the Spring and Autumn Five Classics.

The book "The Book of Music", written without memory, is a great regret that one of the six classics of China has been missing for 3,000 years, so that ordinary people only know the four books and the five classics, but do not know that there is a "Book of Music" in addition to the five classics.

Others don't know, but Xiao Yun can't have heard the name of the "Book of Music", if this scripture survives, it will definitely be comparable to the "Five Classics", could it be that what is recorded on this pair of words is the legendary Book of Music?

This world and the earth are quite similar, and even many historical figures overlap, which makes Xiao Yun have to doubt the identity of this scripture.

"Every sound arises from the heart of man. The movement of the human heart is also made by things. Moved by things, so walk in sound. The sound corresponds, releases and changes, and becomes square, which is called the sound. It is more fun than the music, and it is said to be fun in Qi Yuyu.

The musician, the sound is born, and its origin is in the human heart, and the feeling is also in the object. Therefore, those who are moved by their sorrows, whose voices are squeamish, and those who are happy to be touched. His voice is slow, his voice is dispersed when he is happy, his voice is rough and coarse for those who are angry, his voice is straightforward and honest for those who are scattered, and his voice is gentle and gentle for those who are feeling love. The six are non-sexual, and they move after feeling things. ”

The words are like clouds, although they are scribbled, but they can also see that the person who writes is a calligraphy expert, and they all say that a person's words can see a person's state of mind, and at this moment Xiao Yun can deeply understand that the person who writes this character must have a wild and uninhibited heart.

Xiao Yun pondered for a moment, if he realized, but unfortunately, it stopped abruptly in just a hundred words, it was just the beginning, even if his heart was touched, he couldn't understand any reason.

"Look at this ink, it shouldn't be too long, I don't know who wrote this scripture, if you have the chance, you must ask for it!" Xiao Yun withdrew his gaze with some regret.

This ancient masterpiece that was destroyed in Qin Fire in China may not have been lost in this world, thinking of this, Xiao Yun's eyes ignited a glimmer of hope.

"Hmm, you're new here?"

Just when Xiao Yun was stunned, a slightly old voice came from his ears.

Xiao Yun suddenly realized, turned his head, and a big-bellied old man with a somewhat bloated figure didn't know when he was already standing behind him.

With a gray head, a gray beard, and a fat face with very vigorous hair, he is about the same size as Xiao Yun, but he is much larger than Xiao Yun, just standing there gives people an invisible sense of oppression, especially those sharp eyes, coupled with a stern look, which makes Xiao Yun feel at a loss.

"Junior Xiao Yun, the handyman who just came, who is the senior?" was stunned for a moment, Xiao Yun said.

Guessing in his heart, this old man should be the owner of this courtyard, right? Thinking of what Mo Xiaobao warned him just now, Xiao Yun tried his best to calm his tone and his attitude was quite respectful.

's natural literati temperament makes Xiao Yun look very elegant and elegant, but all the way around, he didn't change his clothes, and his body was dirty, but this elegant temperament was greatly reduced.

"What were you looking at just now?" the old man didn't answer Xiao Yun's words, but asked directly.

Xiao Yun looked back at the pair of words on the wall, thought for a moment, and said, "I just came in and didn't see anyone, so I just looked at it casually, this pair of words is written smoothly and arrogantly, but I don't know who wrote it?"

The old man also looked at the words, and the corners of his mouth moved imperceptibly, but he was still seen by the careful Xiao Yun, Xiao Yun suddenly knew in his heart, I am afraid that this word was written by this old man, no matter who it is, when he hears someone praise him, he will feel good in his heart.

Since it was written by this old man, then this old man should have read the "Book of Music", and he had to find a time to ask the old man for advice!

At this moment, Xiao Yun is completely committed to his identity, he is just a handyman, in other words, he is a subordinate, talking too much, he will only make people suspicious.

"I changed my clothes, swept the yard, and came to the pharmacy to light a fire for me. Before Xiao Yun could ask a few words, the old man's gaze swept Xiao Yun's face twice, and he directly dropped a sentence and entered the inner room.

"Uh......"

Xiao Yun was stunned, did he enter the role so quickly? change clothes?

——

After searching for a long time, I found a small room that might belong to me, and found a piece of clothing in the house that might have been left by the previous handyman, and changed the dirty clothes on my body.

It's not big, it's not small, but it fits, and he took a picture of the bronze mirror, Xiao Yun smiled bitterly, he was on the earth, he was a master, but he became a subordinate here, this encounter was really embarrassing.

took a broom and swept all the fallen leaves in the yard out of the courtyard, Xiao Yun wiped his sweat, he didn't have time to rest, and hurriedly ran to the pharmacy.

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Pharmacy.

As soon as he walked in, there was a strong smell of medicine, Xiao Yun couldn't help but cover his nose, there was a big ding in the room, and a pile of firewood was placed next to it, and the old man was fiddling with medicinal materials on the medicine shelf just now.

"Finished cleaning?" asked the old man without looking back.

"It's over, senior, do you have something to do with me coming here?" Xiao Yun said.

The old man turned around and pointed to the furnace behind him, "Burn the fire." ”

"Oh!"

It seemed that the old man was preparing to refine medicine, Xiao Yun hurriedly walked over, picked up the firewood, put it under the big ding, looked left and right, and found nothing that ignited the fire, only two black stones.

"Ugh!"

Picking up the two pebble-like stones, Xiao Yun's face trembled, this is the legendary flint, right?

This is no longer the earth, and there is nowhere to find lighters and matches, so Xiao Yun had to grope his way with those two flints to start a fire.

"Click!"

After wiping for a long time, I saw the fire splashing everywhere, and the flint was about to be wiped by Xiao Yun, but it didn't burn.

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