The old man took a sip of tea and said: "This woodcut poem is according to the letter sent by my eldest son, and I can't understand the old man, but fortunately it is written in the letter, Mr. Xiao Don't dislike the stupid people in the village, I will carry it to you." ”

Cheng Yun looked at the old man who closed his eyes and betrayed his trust, and sat up straight.

I didn't memorize the shortness of the family, and I started to memorize it directly from the origin of the poem.

After all, after six years of memorizing a letter, the old man is still very confident and memorizes it like a stream.

Listening quietly, the old man had a few tears in the furrows on his face, sliding into his gray beard and disappearing.

Chengyun has never seen a saint, and he doesn't know what the scene of a saint teaching and reading is, but it must not be as good as the old man in the stall carrying the letter of his eldest son.

Suddenly, it was as if I saw a picture scroll.

A young man sat cross-legged on the ground and shouted a letter to his family for those who could write to write down.

The letter writer gradually blurred into the appearance of an old man, and read it at the same time as the young man, word for word.

But one laughed loudly, and the other cried silently for six years.

Cheng Yun silently wrote down that a battle that he didn't know why was still being fought in three places.

The poem shows one of the battlefields, called the Jilong Territory.

There is a mountain over there, which is strangely shaped like a honeycomb, and you can see the light coming through from this end, and the whole thing is like an old woman complaining about her child, and she is called Complaining Mountain by the people there.

There is also a peculiar place in Renzi Mountain, which seems to be able to block the sunlight during the day, and exudes a faint red light at night.

At noon to the end of the day, you can see through the mountain that the broken sun is not dazzling, and when the morning is at sun, you can see the moon through the red light.

That territory is also very magical, the weapons used by the immortals will slowly rust and rot if they are thrown there, but the dead corpses will only be dried and will always exist.

There was a scholar named Lifter, who wrote this poem on a study tour thirty years ago, and was kicked out.

Cheng Yun listened, he wanted to eat a bowl of noodles again, and he had to elbow down.

The old man opened his eyes and took a sip of herbal tea, and asked the little gentleman, "Old man, I have no problem reciting it, if it doesn't go well, I must be mistaken." ”

Cheng Yun shook his head and said that the sentences were smooth, more real than some of the books he had read.

The old man couldn't hide his joy, saying that his eldest son was lost in that place six years ago, and someone from the government gave him a hundred taels of silver, and he didn't say what happened to his eldest son.

I didn't dare to tell my youngest son, so I took out eighty taels to let my youngest son in the city make a living, and the rest of the money was used by the old couple to eat and buy a coffin.

If it weren't for his age, there was still an old woman at home, and he would have gone looking for his son with a flat shoulder.

Now I can only guard the ancestral house of the family, saying that it is the ancestral house, which is no different from the earthen houses in other villages, but I have made a small cubicle so that I can worship the spiritual position of the eldest son, after all, I have been reciting a letter back and forth for six years, and I dare not have any extra thoughts.

Seeing that the little gentleman on the other side asked for a bowl of clear soup noodles again, the old man smiled and said that he didn't have to worry about himself.

Cheng Yun shook his head, he really wanted to eat, so he still ate with the old man, took out the smoked elbow from the root food workshop building, and gave half to the old man.

By the way, your elbows are a little salty.

The old man smiled angrily, sat down and elbowed the noodles with the little gentleman.

It's really better than what the old woman makes, but it's just a little.

Go back and ask the old woman to put less salt, salt is not expensive.

Chengyun ate it, drank the previous pot clean, begged for a bowl of herbal tea, and asked the old man if he could let him copy down the poems on the woodcut.

The old man sighed that he was not a scholar, and he had etiquette, so he could take it, but he had to pay for the wood so that he could ask the master to carve another one.

Chengyun still copied it down, without him, wood is more expensive.

The old man looked at the poem copied by Cheng Yun, and couldn't help but say, "Mr. Xiao's handwriting is not as good as that of Mr. Teach in our village." ”

Cheng Yun's face was expressionless, "Clear soup noodles are not as spicy as expensive to sell for three pennies, at most two pennies." ”

The old man took out a cigarette and took a puff, and said with a smile that this is what the little gentleman doesn't understand, on such a hot day, how can there be clear soup noodles with spicy seeds, Cheng Yun gave up his hand to be taught, and pulled the little green cow who was lying down to prepare to leave.

The old man knocked on his cigarette and asked if the little gentleman could become an immortal?

Cheng Cheng body, the sword fairy must be an immortal, nodded, and the old man asked: "The bones in that place are not rotten, can the round birthmark on the left back waist..."

Before he finished speaking, he remembered the purpose of the betrayal, knocked his head with his pipe, and changed his words, "Mr. Xiao can wait for the autumn harvest later, the spicy man I made, no one is not willing to pay three pennies in a huff." ”

Cheng Yun wrote down the appearance of the old man and the birthmark on the left waist, and asked the old man's surname Meng.

Think about the poem again, since the reader who lifts the plate will go there to study, Yinfeng may also go, you can take a look, and then eat the spicy noodle soup.

After sending money from the government, the surrounding officials took good care of their stalls.

It wasn't until I heard the young man who had been promoted to squad leader say that he had changed his boss, and it was inconvenient to come back after that, but if he had the opportunity, he would definitely come over and try the boss's craftsmanship again, Meng Laohan was still very happy, as happy as he was to eat a not so salty elbow today.

At the gate of the village, Lin Lao and Butcher Zhang waited together.

Cheng Yun saw Lin Lao, saluted, and then caught his head at Zhang Da, learned the posture in the painting book, and deliberately made a crooked Sang Lingguo military salute.

Thinking in his heart, he kicked at will when he stepped into the air, and barely squeezed out a smile and nodded.

Cheng Yun was curious why the two of them were at the entrance of the village, and Zhang Da Zhutou beckoned Zhang Ling'er, who was bored next to him, to come over.

"Some of my personal experiences can be compiled into archives, you went to the Emperor Sangling to find Song Weiyi, and when you joined the Metropolitan Procuratorate, you also took the sign I gave you to find him."

tightened Zhang Ling'er's clothes, and dotingly touched the head that had dodged past.

"Some can't be put on the table, but I think it's useful, write it down, the words will generally be read on the spot, you send Ling'er to the city to take the exam of the Sage Academy, let Ling'er give it to you."

Zhang Ling'er winked at Cheng Yun excitedly, Cheng Yun scratched his head, and originally planned to go directly to Sang Lingguo after leaving the village.

Zhang Da Zhutou also knew, and stared at Chengyun with wide eyes: "What? The experience of the former chief arrester of the Metropolitan Procuratorate of Sang Lingguo and the commander of Ling Sang Wei and the chief patrol of the six departments is not as good as you for two or three hours? ”

Seeing that Chengyun was still reluctant, his eyes glanced at the car in the village, and Butcher Zhang smiled angrily: "It's not that I'm not good at entering the city and can't send Ling'er, and I don't want to move Lin Old Devil, I don't worry about other people, I can get used to you kid." ”

Painfully threw it to Chengyun Ten Spirit Stones, watched Cheng wipe the cow's back with his sleeve, let Ling'er sit on it, and happily pulled the horns in front of him.

How did Old Devil Lin teach such a thing?

Lin Lao stopped Cheng Yun and threw Cheng Yun a small incense burner, half the size of a palm, the upper half of the hollow carved medicine saint poison collection medicine, and the lower half of the water mirror, engraved medicine holy spirit plant medicine.

The whole is like bronze, the outer bottom is printed with holy fragrance, and the inner bottom is engraved with incense from the inside.

"You should know about Sumeru, and this incense burner is also a piece. Herbs can be kept warm and fresh inside, there are ten cubic meters inside, there are some herbs in it, a sword, and a knife given by Zhang Butcher, it is said that it is used to catch heads, not much but more durable. ”

Cheng Yun is not very embarrassed, this may be more expensive than two thousand spirit stones.

Butcher Zhang saw Chengyun's twisting appearance, "You didn't even grab it?" Is there something out there that can't afford to pay off the debt? ”

Cheng Yun didn't dare to look at Butcher Zhang, took the incense burner and saluted respectfully, Lin Lao waved his hand, "Hurry up, a letter will be sent to Runcun in January, and it will be written in the secret language I taught you in "Commenting on Miscellaneous Prescriptions". ”

Cheng Yun nodded, led the horns and Zhang Ling'er and slowly walked away.

Lin Lao watched the two of them drift away from each other, and looked at Butcher Zhang: "If you can't let go, you can follow." ”

Butcher Zhang no longer padded his feet, and said with a wry smile: "My body cultivation is ten miles closer to the imperial city, and I will be questioned, plus this kind of cultivation method... Are you sure you don't tell Cheng Yun about this exercise? Even though I've been so hurt that I've taken refuge on the edge of the Imperial City of Shiso? ”

Lin Lao sneered: "Chengyun is not your Zhang Mang, in addition to having a dog's nose, even a dog has to dig up soil in his brain." ”

Lin Lao walked away, and Butcher Zhang realized that this was scolding him, and his brain was the same as shit.

I can't beat and beat the air, and I can't scold and scold the people who have read some books, and I regret that I put an extra dog's nose in the door.

When he arrived at the fork in the road, Cheng Yun didn't feel stared at, so he took out eight spirit stones and threw them to Zhang Ling'er, "Don't you mind the hard work of collecting two spirit stones, right?" ”

Zhang Ling'er put it away with a smile, took out the fruit from the small bag behind and gave it to Cheng Yun to eat, "Your father didn't give you a Sumeru?" ”

Zhang Ling'er chewed the fruit and said vaguely: "I gave it, but my father asked me to put ordinary things in the back bag, just put the valuable ones inside, and I will store the spirit stones you gave me." ”

Chengyun nodded, and after sending Zhang Ling'er back, he also bought a bag to carry on his back, and put a few books that were not tight, some dry buns, and water bags.

Put the bull's mouth sword into the ring, the incense burner and the manifestation method were temporarily in his arms, with a cold-bladed knife on his left waist, and a flowing wind sword behind his back, he tightened his clothes when he felt that there was nothing to leak money.

"It's really good." Cheng Yun glared at Zhang Ling'er, who rubbed the fruit on himself after eating.

On the way back, I said hello to the old man and bought a bowl of clear soup noodles for Zhang Ling'er to taste.

Estimating that it was dinner, he asked the old man if he was still there, and the old man pointed to the road behind him, saying that it was a two-minute walk from here to the village, and asked the little gentleman to come for dinner, and sent a handful of forage to the little green cow.

When he arrived in the city and saw Yinfeng, Zhang Linger waved his hand to greet Yinfeng.

Yin Feng saw Cheng Yun, who was coming back, squeezing his eyebrows at him, leading Zhang Ling'er to find a nearby inn to live in, and went back to the academy to get a few pages of books.

Cheng Yun saw that the ink on the last line of a page was slowly spreading, and he couldn't shirk it, and he had to be happy and angry in the future.

The three of them went to Xinyun Street, mostly shops and stalls, Yinfeng bought some scholars for Zhang Ling'er, and Chengyun bought a leather backpack, a few books, water bags and some dry food.

After looking at the sky, Cheng Yun had to take advantage of the time to go to Zhiyuan Station, he couldn't eat dinner with the two of them, Yin Feng and Cheng Yun had already been "hypocritical" once, and Cheng Yun and Zhang Linger had nothing to say goodbye to.

Seeing that the two were discussing what to eat, Cheng Yun gave a few simple instructions, took the file of the butcher who could not be on the table, and asked Xiao Qingniu to speed up his feet to eat free forage.

I asked for two bowls of clear soup noodles, put some vinegar, and the white ingredients have their own flavors, and I was looking forward to the old man's spicy food.

Although the old man said that he thought Cheng Yun's words were generally ugly, he still asked for a copy of the poem on a woodcut card, saying that Cheng Yun would hang up the words written if he didn't come to eat his spicy seeds, so that people passing by could take a good look at Mr. Xiao's words.

It's not good to grab it, at this time, some officials are laughing and eating, so they can only smile and say that they must come, and turn their heads to let the little green cow eat more.

Eating and drinking, under the instructions of the old man to pay attention to safety at night, he rode a green ox, asked the official for directions on the map, and went to the post station by moonlight.