Wu Ling walked down the street with a sword box in his hand, and walked leisurely in the direction of the inn where he was staying.

Originally, he planned to go to the Tianxing Tower and then return to the inn, but he carried a bookcase on his back and could no longer carry the sword box, and there were many people on the street, so it was difficult to put the sword box into the spirit ring, so he could only go back first, and then go to the Tianxing Tower.

It's just that Wu Ling didn't go far before a shout came from behind him, "The brother in red in front, please stay!"

Wu Ling subconsciously glanced around, and only after making sure that he was wearing red clothes did he stop.

Listening to the voice is not the voice of Xu Shan and Zhou Zhou, and Xu Shan and Zhou Zhou will not call him that, which makes Wu Ling a little curious, who will call him.

Wu Ling turned around and saw a handsome boy in a white shirt, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, waving his hand and running towards him, still holding a folding fan in his hand.

The white-clothed boy and brother, on the way to run, attracted many women to stop and take a few looks.

When he ran in front of Wuling, Pi Yuzhou didn't care about his image, bent over and propped his hands on his legs, and gasped.

He inquired around today and asked everywhere where there were sword cases for sale.

However, Fufeng Town is a cultural mecca, and it is not even common to have a practical and good sword, let alone a sword box used to store it.

Pi Yuzhou searched around Fufeng Town but couldn't find it.

When he finally found out where it was sold, he ran over to take a look, but someone bought it. Fortunately, the shopkeeper told him that the person who bought the sword had just left, and he was a rich man dressed in red and extraordinary, and he was very talkative.

After asking the boss Wu Ling about the direction of leaving, Pi Yuzhou hurriedly chased after him.

Wu Ling asked, "This brother, are you looking for me?"

After his breath stabilized slightly, Pi Yuzhou stood up, bowed his hands, nodded and said: "Yes! My name is Pi Yuzhou, I am disturbed, don't blame me, I don't know what Brother Tai is called!"

Seeing Pi Yuzhou's appearance just now, Wu Ling was still a little worried that he was a friend of his second brother Wu Nan. Wu Nan has many friends, and often invites guests to Wuwang's Mansion, many people have seen Wuling, but Wuling does not know them.

But looking at Pi Yuzhou's words, it should be in vain.

"Wu Qilin!"

Wu Ling put the sword box under his shoulder, bowed back, and said, "I don't know what happened to Brother Pi?"

Pi Yuzhou said straight to the point: "I wonder if Brother Wu can cut his love and transfer the sword box in his hand to me?"

Wu Ling frowned, the purpose of Pi Yuzhou's search made him a little surprised.

Wu Ling has been looking for this sword box for a long time, and to be honest, he doesn't really want to transfer it for no reason. Of course, if the other party is really in a hurry, it is not a problem to transfer out, he is not the kind of stubborn person.

Wu Ling said indifferently: "It's okay to transfer, but Brother Pi must have a reason that can convince me to transfer." ”

Pi Yuzhou said: "Because there is a senior I respect very much, I came to Fufeng Town today. I heard that he had collected a few famous swords on the way here, so I wanted to find a sword case as a gift for him. I searched all over Fufeng Town today, and only then did I hear the news that there was an iron shop in the west corner of the city, and when I looked for it, it was already a step ahead of you, Brother Wu. Now except for this one in your hand, Brother Wu, Fufeng Town is estimated to not be able to find a second one. My elder is leaving in two days, and I can't buy it elsewhere for a while, so I can only pin my hopes on Brother Wu. ”

"Really?"

A gift for himself to respect his predecessors, and for a sword box, he ran all over Fufeng Town, this reason really moved Wuling.

Wu Ling picked up the sword box and said, "Okay, then transfer it to you!"

"Thank you, Brother Wu!"

Pi Yuzhou breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't expect to move Wuling so quickly, he hurriedly thanked him, and then took the sword box, "I don't know how much Brother Wu spent to buy it!"

Wu Ling said: "It's not much, five taels of silver." ”

Pi Yuzhou took out the money and handed it to Wu Ling, "Brother Wu, here are ten taels of silver, so much even if I give Brother Wu the transfer fee!"

Wu Ling only took five taels from Pi Yuzhou's hand, and said with a smile: "Brother Pi is too bad a friend if he does this!"

Pi Yuzhou was stunned, then laughed, and said: "It's me who is abrupt! Looking at Brother Wu's outfit, it shouldn't be a person from Fufeng! I don't know how to stay in Fufeng for a few days, if the time is long, after I am busy for the past two days, I will be the east, and invite Brother Wu to go to Fufeng with you and go to Tianxianglou for a few drinks." ”

Wu Ling said: "I am indeed not a Fufeng person, and because of this, I will leave tomorrow." ”

"That's a pity!"

Pi Yuzhou's face was full of pity, looking at Wuling's temperament, he was a person who could be friends.

Pi Yuzhou asked, "Brother Wu bought the sword box, is he going to go to Tianmu Mountain in the Rain Country?"

Wu Ling nodded and said with a smile: "Brother Pi's eyes are like torches. ”

Pi Yuzhou sighed: "Originally, I was going to go, but unfortunately the autumn test is approaching, and there is a conflict with the time of the conference. ”

Wu Ling said with a smile: "The conference has changed in three years, and in a hundred years of life, there are opportunities. Here, I wish Brother Pi to go on this day next year, but he is busy laughing at the world. ”

If it weren't for being in the Wuwang Mansion, Wuling would probably be like Pi Yuzhou now, studying hard in order to one day be able to be named on the gold list.

This is the only way for those who read.

"Borrow the auspicious words of Brother Wu!"

Pi Yuzhou laughed and said, "Then I'll say goodbye first, and we'll meet again!"

Wu Ling arched his hand and said, "See you soon!"

After Pi Yuzhou left, Wu Ling stood in place for a while, he originally planned to go back to the inn, but now he had to change his itinerary again.

Wu Ling turned around and turned around, planning to go to the Heavenly Star Tower now.

Tianxing Tower, like Baijiaqiao, is the name of the local chronicle of Fufeng Town. However, compared with Baijiaqiao, which is called the common name of crossing Jiugou outside the local chronicles, Tianxinglou is much better.

The literati liked to call it the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, while the warriors called it the Qunying Palace.

A building built near the river is called a temple and a temple, which is really strange. But after shouting too much, people get used to it, and at the same time forget that there is anything wrong.

The reason for this problem is that each floor of the Star Tower is divided in half.

Half of it is hung with poems and paintings of major celebrities, and the other half is placed with the spirit cards of ancient heroes.

The Celestial Star Tower is nine stories high, just on the opposite bank of the outlet of the Mo River into the Tyumen River, which is very obvious, and there is no need to ask for directions to find it.

As soon as Wu Ling stepped onto the Tyumen Bridge across the Tyumen River, he saw a familiar little figure on the other side of the bridge, where he was busy for a while, and it seemed that he was making a fire.

Is this going to make a fire to make it delicious?

Wu Ling hopes that he may be able to eat a meal in this way.

Wu Ling walked over briskly with curiosity.

Xu Zhiyi, who had been busy for a while, still didn't light the fire with the flint in her hand, how she wanted to fall from the sky at this moment, so that she didn't have to keep knocking around.

Although he was in trouble, Xu Zhiyi did not give up, and also accelerated the movements of his hands.

She had to get everything right before it got dark, or when she got home, she would have nothing to eat and she would be scolded.

was too busy with work, Xu Zhiyi did not find out about Wuling's arrival.

Wu Ling didn't bother Xu Zhiyi in a hurry, but curiously looked around and wanted to see what she was doing.

It is a pity for Wuling that there is no shadow of food on the broken bowl of the stone platform on the side.

"Black soil, osmanthus, and ......?"

Wu Ling thought for a while, but he didn't understand what Xu Zhiyi was going to do.

On the stone platform, there is also a bowl of peanut-sized grains, yellow and transparent, I don't know what it is.

Seeing that Xu Zhiyi had been busy for a while and didn't light the fire, Wu Ling took out the fire fold, handed the fire fold from behind her, and said, "You seem to need this?"

"Thank you. ”

Xu Zhiyi took the fire fold without thinking about it, and said thank you at the same time.

In this process, Xu Zhiyi did not raise his head.

After lighting the fire, Xu Zhiyi realized that something was wrong.

She hurriedly raised her head, and when she saw that it was Wu Ling, she patted her little chest and said, "It turned out to be you, scared me to death!"

Wu Ling smiled: "What's the matter, did you do something wrong?"

"It's because you're always haunted, it's no wonder that you're not scared. ”

Xu Zhiyi handed the fire fold to Wu Ling and said, "But no matter what, I still have to thank you." Without your fire, I don't know when I'll be able to light it. ”

Wu Ling asked curiously: "You are black soil and osmanthus again, what are you going to do?"

"Black soil?"

Xu Zhiyi was stunned, and didn't react to what Wuling said for a while.

The land here is all loess, where does the black soil come from?

But after a while, Xu Zhiyi's little head reacted, she patted her little head, then got up and pointed to the black powder in the broken bowl, and said, "This is the scraped pot ash." ”

"Pot ash?"

Wu Ling was dumbfounded, and then said embarrassedly: "Really, what are these yellow, transparent, soft-looking things?"

Xu Zhiyi glanced at Wu Ling.

She didn't expect Wuling to be such an adult, she didn't even know such a common thing, she really didn't know where this guy usually went to study.

Xu Zhiyi said casually: "That's peach blossom tears." ”

Wu Ling walked to the stone platform and pinched a peach blossom tear from the bowl. After some identification, I found that it was exactly the same as the record of peach blossom tears in the book.

By now, Wuling finally understands why some people say that peanuts grow on trees.

The situation is probably the same as he is now.

Knowledge is limited to books.

But if there is something wrong in the book, people's perception will be wrong with it.

Wu Ling arched his hand and said, "I have been taught!"

"Come on!

Xu Zhiyi stopped and ordered the expulsion, "If you want to be fine, go to another place, don't affect me!"

Wu Ling took two steps back and stood to the side watching.

He became more and more curious about what Xu Zhiyi was going to do.

Seeing that Wuling didn't leave, Xu Zhiyi didn't bother to catch up, anyway, this distance couldn't affect her. And this guy also borrowed a fire fold for himself, if he goes to drive people again, it seems a little too impersonal.

Xu Zhiyi put a large bowl filled with water on the stove that had been built with stones in advance, and after the water boiled, he put the peach blossom tears into it.

It takes a long time to boil peach blossom tears, and Xu Zhiyi originally planned to practice the new swordsmanship he secretly learned, but when he thought that Wu Ling was on the side, he gave up.

In case this guy sees it and goes out and says that she taught it, then she will be miserable.

Her family has not allowed her to practice swordsmanship.

Idle, Xu Zhiyi sat down on the stone platform on the side, picked up a piece of bamboo that others didn't want, and then took out a dagger from his arms and hung it up.

Seeing this, Wu Ling sat down on the side.

Xu Zhiyi hurriedly raised the dagger at Wu Ling, pretending to be very fierce, and said, "What do you want to do? Don't say I didn't tell you, my swordsmanship is not inferior to those people on the sword list." ”

Wu Ling raised his hand and said, "Don't be so nervous, I just want to ask, what are you doing with peach blossom tears?"

Seeing that Xu Zhiyi was still vigilant, Wu Ling said: "Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. On the contrary, I am not only a good person, but also a teacher, and I have always been loved by my students. ”

"Are you a master?"

Xu Zhiyi, who had been sullen, couldn't hold back and laughed.

People who don't even know the tears of the gray peach blossom in the pot, still go to be a master, aren't they afraid of misleading people's children?

After laughing, Xu Zhiyi felt that his actions were wrong, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you! I just think that you are so young that you don't look like a master." ”

Wu Ling said: "The master does not distinguish between young and old, as long as he has a lot of expertise, he can teach people. The book doesn't say that there must be a teacher for a threesome. You see, I don't know what you're going to do now, and you're my teacher in what you're going to do now. ”

Xu Zhiyi nodded and said, "This is also true!"

Wu Ling reminded: "You haven't said what you are doing with peach blossom tears!"

Xu Zhiyi took back the dagger, his expression became lost, and said, "The ink strip at home is gone, I'll come out and make some back." ”

In fact, it's not that it's gone, but that her stepmother thinks that it's useless for a woman to study, so she took away her ink strips and took them to his half-brother to use.

"Making ink strips?"

Wu Ling patronized and looked at the peach blossom tears, but did not notice Xu Zhiyi's strange appearance, gave a thumbs up, and said: "At a young age, even this can be, you are really amazing." ”

Xu Zhiyi scratched his head and grinned: "Actually, it's the second time I've done it, and it's not certain whether I can do it or not!"

The first one she made failed.

The ink from the ink strip grinding is too light, and it is better than charcoal soaking in water, so you can only barely write a word, and the painting used to layer the shade is not good at all. Fortunately, after the last failure, Xu Zhiyi has summed up what the problem is.

It's the peach blossoms that have too few tears.

It is said that those good ink strips are not peach blossom tears, but cowhide. But in her current situation, where can she get the money to buy cowhide. And if you have the money, you can just buy the ink strips.

Wu Ling smiled: "Then you hurry up, I'll help you light the fire, and when you're done, how about sharing it with me?"

Xu Zhiyi stood up from the stone platform, clapped his hands, and said, "No problem." ”

After the peach blossom tears melted, Xu Zhiyi sprinkled a few osmanthus flowers, "You don't need to add more firewood, this firewood is burned, it's almost enough." ”

When the fire was extinguished, Wu Ling asked, "What else do you need me to do?"

Xu Zhiyi pointed to the big black bowl that was burned and said, "You help me get the bowl on the stone platform, but be careful, the bowl is very hot, don't spill it." ”

After a short time together, Xu Zhiyi had already let down his guard against Wuling.

Wu Ling nodded and smiled: "Don't worry, no problem, just leave it to me!"

Wuling went to the Tyumen River not far away and broke some banana leaves, folded a certain thickness and pasted the bowl, and then carefully held the bowl to the stone platform with both hands through the banana leaves.

Xu Zhiyi patted Wuling and said, "I'll come next!"

Xu Zhiyi poured the ashes into the melted peach blossom tears, and then kept stirring. Waiting for the pot ashes to stick together, Xu Zhiyi took out the pot ashes and put them on the stone table, and began to beat them with a smooth stone.

This process Wu Ling has seen in the book, it is a process of slapping ink with the saying of "100,000 pestles of light glue".

Wu Ling watched Xu Zhiyi's operation with interest.

Just now, Wu Ling thought that Xu Zhiyi was just a child playing at home, playing casually, but now it seems that he is too underestimated Xu Zhiyi.

After some beating, the ink clay that would have been scattered on the kneaded dough has been glued together, like a piece of dough that can be kneaded.

Xu Zhiyi put the ink clush into the bamboo tube prepared in advance, and said to Wuling: "You have great strength, help me compact the ink clay!"

Xu Zhiyi went to the ink pipe hall to see other people making ink, and the people in the ink hall pressed the ink mud into ink strips and had a special mold. The Ink Museum will also engrave some stamps on the mold, such as the name of the Ink Museum, or some short and inspiring quotations of sages. After the ink is compacted and dotted, the words engraved by the seal can be clearly and conspicuously displayed on the ink strip.

She doesn't have this condition, so she can only use bamboo tubes instead of molds.

Wu Ling was ready to try and said, "No problem!"

Wu Ling picked up the bamboo tube and pressed it inside with a wooden stick. This is the first time she has made ink, and she is very excited.

Some famous people have some habits and like to use their own treasures. But they are only limited to making pens, for example, some rat whiskers will be used to make pens, some more sturdy ones will be made with tiger whiskers, and they will use their own ink, Wu Ling has not heard of it.

Although he is far from those famous artists, he is still full of a sense of accomplishment to be able to use the things he made himself.

Wu Ling felt that those famous artists probably made their own pens for this sense of achievement.

After a while, Xu Zhiyi stuffed all the ink into the bamboo tube.

Unfortunately, the amount of ink is only enough to stuff four bamboo tubes.

But fortunately, the quality is good, and it didn't make her embarrassed in front of Wuling.

Waiting for the ink clay of the bamboo tube to be compacted, Xu Zhiyi picked up a larger one, handed it to Wu Ling, and said, "This is for you, wait for two days, peel off the bamboo tube with a knife, and you can use it!"

"Thank you!"

Wu Ling was not polite and took it.

After thinking about it, Wu Ling took out the ink strips and pens he bought today, handed them all to Xu Zhiyi, and said, "Come and don't go to non-gentlemen, these will be sent to you!"

Xu Zhiyi hurriedly put his hands behind his back, shook his little head and said, "It's too much, I can't ask for it!" Moreover, you also participated in the production of ink this time, and I also promised to give you a share, so the ink strip is what you deserve. ”

At a young age, there is a clear distinction between public and private.

Wu Ling subconsciously wanted to rub her little head, but when she saw that her palm was already black and numb, she took it back again.

Wu Ling took a few pieces of ink, leaving only three, and said, "Three pieces of ink, and a pen, with our friendship, we can accept it now, right?"

Wu Ling pretended to be angry and said, "If you don't accept it, you just don't treat me as a friend." ”

"Okay!"

After some hesitation, Xu Zhiyi still put the things away.

But thinking that he only gave a piece of ink to Wu Ling, and Wu Ling helped him, but he received such a thing, Xu Zhiyi never wanted to go, and felt that it was necessary to send something to Wu Ling.

The ink strip that has just been made, Wuling already has it, and it is not good for her to send it again.

But she didn't have anything to give other than that.

When he was stunned, Xu Zhiyi happened to see the hemp and bamboo pieces on the stone platform, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he said, "You wait a minute." ”

As he spoke, Xu Zhiyi took some water, poured it on the stone platform where he had hammered ink mud just now, blurred away the remaining ink on the stone platform with his hands, and then dipped it in ink with the pen sent by Wuling.

Xu Zhiyi sighed, and then put down his pen like a dragon and snake, and wrote sixteen words on the bamboo piece.

"The red clothes are scorching, and the wind is blue. Jun is like the sun, and the dew is frosty. ”