Since the vitality of heaven and earth collapsed, the theory of cultivating immortals and seeking the Tao suddenly became vain.

The warriors used their own brute strength to fight for power and profit, and created a secular dynasty, only seeking to enjoy the glory and wealth of the world, shade their descendants, and seek immortality, which has become a joke, and the world is suddenly in chaos.

After hundreds of years, hundreds of large and small countries have been added to the mainland, and the Xuanyu region in the Middle East is the largest in terms of Shenwu country.

In the 637th year of Shenwu, in spring and March, Xiangshan City is a good season for mixed peanut trees, warblers flying wildly, and green willows like smoke.

Xiangshan has a long history, and in the era of vitality, a super large sect 'Xiangshan Sect' was born, and its influence radiated thousands of miles.

Although the Xiangshan Sect is dead today, but the name of the Xiangshan City is still handed down, the country is established by the gods, so the Xiangshan is set up as the county seat, there is a lake in it, the name is called 'Xianghu', the water waves are connected to the sky, the scenery is beautiful, and the visitors are continuous.

In the elephant city, there is the elephant river, which is the traffic artery from south to north, so it is known as "the throat of the river and the sea, the strength of the hundred counties", "the water leads to the Hui service, and the land controls the mountain". Within a thousand miles, Xiangcheng is the first.

In the early morning, the mist rises from above the elephant river, layer upon layer, stretching in all directions.

On both sides of the Elephant River, thousands of households, white walls and green tiles, because of the immersion of the fog, unconsciously, naturally contaminated with a warm meaning, so that this elephant city, more soft and beautiful.

In the south of the elephant river, there is an all-wooden high-rise building, which is the world-famous Xianmo Building.

At this moment, on the third floor of Xianmo Building, there are two old people who got up early, standing in front of a calligraphy and painting, admiring it carefully.

This calligraphy and painting, the page has been slightly yellowed, obviously some years, the inscription on it, is a non-poetry and non-word ancient saying, the penmanship is as strong as bamboo, but the meaning of the word, but a little difficult to understand.

"It's a pity, it's a pity......"

Suddenly, the old man on the left shook his head and sighed.

"Why does Brother Xue Xuan sigh like this?" the old man on the right couldn't help but ask a little puzzled when he heard this.

The old man on the left, Tsing Yi Bo Belt, looks like an elegant man, his mane is slightly spotted, about fifty or sixty years old, but his spirit is still extremely bright.

I saw him with his hands behind his back, as if he had endless energy in his body, and when he heard what the old man on the right said, he stretched out a hand, pointed to the calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, and said:

Brother Lanting took a closer look at this character: The internal affairs of the universe are the internal affairs of oneself, and the internal affairs of oneself are the internal affairs of the universe. In just eighteen words, he has a great spirit, and he wants to be side by side with the sky, regard all the things in the world as his own affairs, and count his own affairs as the affairs of the world. ”

"When Lu Jiuyuan wrote this couplet, he was only twelve or thirteen years old, and then, he really became a blockbuster, and slowly, he became a land immortal figure in our Shenwu Country, but unfortunately, the "Nine Abyss Heavenly Book" written by him, we didn't have the opportunity to see it, it's a pity!"

The old man on the right, 'Lan Ting', couldn't help but sigh when he heard this, and said: "Yes, it is precisely because of this couplet written by Lu Jiuyuan on this floor four hundred years ago that this building has changed from the original 'Zhengming Building' to 'Xianmo Building', which means that his couplet is written by immortals, and no one can compare, so there is a sigh of 'one couplet presses the ninth world, and no one can compare'." ”

"For four hundred years, this Xianmolou has been full of people, and there are also many literati and scholars, who have left ink treasures here, but unfortunately, there is no couplet, the spirit is so great that it can be compared to this cosmic couplet, and the name of Lu Jiuyuan has also become a legend. ”

When the old man on the left, 'Xue Xuan', heard this, he also said: "So life is in the world, the wind is surging, if you can't make some changes, what kind of hero is it?

Hearing this, both of them couldn't help but be silent, obviously the three words 'Lu Jiuyuan' seemed to have a magical power, so that these two obviously respected and extraordinary old men could only recall, admire, and sigh.

After a long time, the old man on the right looked down at the surging river, and said regretfully: "If you can get a glimpse of the 'Nine Abyss Heavenly Book' in this life, although you will have no regrets in death." ”

The old man on the left comforted: "Yes, there will be a chance, if someone can go back to the four hundred years of time, see the Jiuyuan Gong four hundred years ago, and get his personal lessons, maybe, there will be a few words passed down, but it will be left somewhere in Xiangcheng?"

"It's hard, it's hard, it's hard......"

The old man on the right said a total of three difficult words, and said: "The long river of time, the mighty and mighty, there is no always, we are just a member of the vast living beings in this world, a drop in the ocean, I only hope that the world will not forget the Jiuyuan Gong, can be ambitious again, open up another era, and we, can witness the arrival of this era, then, it is really no regrets although we die." ”

"No regrets ...... death"

The two old men, sighing and sighing upstairs.

And under the feet, the surging river, the vast eastward, the water is shining to the sky, just like yesterday.

It's just that today's Elephant River is different from yesterday's Elephant River.

Because standing on the Xianmo Tower, it is no longer the world-famous Jiuyuan Gong, but two unknown old men.

The world has metabolism, and the past and the present have come and gone.

......

At the same time, about half a street away from Xianmo Building, there was a small street called Shallow Water Street.

Reshallow Street has existed for a long time, and among the thousands of streets and alleys in Xiangcheng, this small street is not big, but it is extremely famous.

Because it is only a few hundred meters away from the world-famous Elephant River.

On the shallow water street, all the literati and scholars come and go, so here has always been the manifestation of the cultural atmosphere of Xiangcheng, with many pen and word shops, small shops of literature and ink, everything.

Those scholars and scholars, nobles with writing and ink, as soon as they have leisure, they will come here to enjoy calligraphy and painting, polish calligraphy, and even collect elegant games to spend their leisure days.

To the south of Shallow Water Street, there is a small alley, which is entered from a small alley, and there are many relatively dilapidated houses.

In one of the houses, a young scholar with a disheveled hair suddenly stretched his waist and raised his head from the table full of books and paintings.

Xu was too tired last night, so he fell asleep directly on the bookcase, so this time he looked up, and on the left side of his face, a large eye-catching ink mark reminded him that he was painting until late at night.

He was ragged and dusty, and no one knew where he came from, but he was alone when he came, and he is still alone, and he has been in this Xiangcheng for more than seven or eight years.

Because he had a yellow sachet tied around his waist, and the word "Yan" written on the sachet was the only precious and eye-catching thing on his body, the neighbors called him Ugly Yansheng.

Chou Yansheng is only in his thirties now, but his face is full of wind and frost, but he looks like an old man in his seventies and eighties, full of twilight.

After he came to this elephant city, he rented this hut, and every day he entertained himself by writing poems and paintings, in exchange for strong wine, and often drunk and smoky, which was disgusting, so the neighbors generally did not want to associate with him.

All the money he earned became wine money, so most of the time, he was very depressed, and only when he paid the monthly rent every month, he would be diligent, otherwise, he would be kicked out by the fat landlord.

Except for that time, he was mostly embarrassed, but he didn't care, a shirt could be worn for four or five years, and he didn't change it, he was really hungry, and he would go out to write letters for others and sell paintings.

Fortunately, he should be of noble birth, and his painting skills are very good, and he has won the true inheritance of famous teachers, if he is lucky, he can get a fancy and sell a few paintings, and the money he gets in exchange is enough for him to support him for a while.

So over the past few years, although his popularity is very poor, he has won the name of a 'drunken painter' by writing poems and paintings.

However, firstly, he has a strange temper, and he does not do anything when others ask him to paint when he is not short of money; secondly, he is full of alcohol, and the smell on his body is disgusting for miles, except for the tavern boy who collects money to give him wine every month, basically no one will want to come to his house.

Therefore, although he is famous, he will never be developed.

And his paintings are only circulated in a small area, not elegant, at most as a pastime for some vassal and elegant people, it is difficult to have a big future.

However, the name of 'drunken painter' at least made it a little easier for him to sell his paintings, and he was no longer as unpopular as when he first arrived, and even worthless.

"Hey, it's time to pay the monthly money again. ”

Looking out the window, Ugly Yansheng's face was a little dazed.

In fact, with his skills, if he is willing to paint hard and make a group of friends, he may be able to buy a house in this elephant city a long time ago.

But he doesn't seem to have such a mind at all, and he can't save a little money except for paying the monthly money for wine and drinking, so he obviously makes a lot of money, but what he rents is such a most dilapidated and poorest alley, the most dilapidated and worst house.

Even so, after all, it is the county town of Shenwu Kingdom, and the houses in it cost every inch of land, and a house like this costs eighty copper a month, and in the entire Xiangcheng, such a monthly money is already the cheapest.

Therefore, at this time of every month, he is the most embarrassed.

I looked at the sun outside, it was a cloudy day, the sun had not yet come out, and the climate was very cool.

He carefully pulled out a drawer from under the table, and there was a small cloth bag in the drawer, and Ugly Yansheng reached out and touched it, and then his face couldn't help showing a trace of bitterness.

This month's business doesn't seem to be very easy to do, after working hard for more than half a month, I only have more than 100 copper, but a small half of it has been used as this month's paper and ink, and the consumption of one or two bread buns a day, and I have to buy wine to drink, and the rest is not even 50 copper.

There are only three or four days before the homeowner comes to collect the account at the end of the month.

In three or four days, he wanted to raise 30 copper houses, which was not worth mentioning for those rich businessmen and celebrities, but for him, a poor painter, he had to earn a huge amount of 30 copper in three days, but he really had no bottom in his heart.

"No matter, if you can't pay the house money at the end of the month, the fat landlord will come over to drive people out again, take advantage of the weather today to take a few more scrolls of calligraphy and paintings out to sell, and see if you can sell dozens of copper coins." ”

Thinking of this, Chou Yansheng first pushed open the door, came to the outside of the house, cleaned his face with a bucket of water from the well, washed the ink on his face, and then walked back to the room.

He came to a corner of the wall, picked up a few scrolls of calligraphy and painting that he had made in the past few days, opened them, looked at them, picked up three of them that he was more satisfied with, tied them with a red rope, and carried them on his back.

After a moment's hesitation, he picked up the purse again, tied it around his waist, pulled his robe open and covered it, and then opened the door again, and walked out, straight down the shallow street.

When he was not there, this money bag did not dare to stay in the house, although Reshui Street was a gathering place for literati and scholars, but this poor man's alley was not endless, if the money was left in the house, maybe by the time he returned, there would be no one left.

Therefore, whenever he wants to go out, he has to carry this money bag with him for safety.

Fortunately, no one will steal these paintings and calligraphy, and he is not a celebrity, and the calligraphy and paintings he made are not worth a few dollars.

Therefore, even the poorest and hardest thieves on this street will not do such a thankless thing, and it is estimated that in their hearts, these rotten paintings painted by ugly painters are not as attractive as a flour bun.

ps: the third update.