When Wuling and the others saw Fufeng Town, it was already the next morning.

On the way, he was worried that Tu Shan would not be able to keep up, so Wu Ling deliberately let Xu Shan go a lot slower, otherwise at a normal speed, he would have arrived in Fufeng Town before sunset yesterday.

Through a day of getting along, Wuling already knew that Zhou Zhou and Tushan were from the Great Zhou Kingdom in the south of the Inverted Hanging Mountain.

After knowing this, Wu Ling admired Tu Shan even more.

The Great Zhou Kingdom and the Wu Kingdom are separated by three or four thousand miles, and it is difficult to imagine that such a thousand catties of Ding was carried by people from the Great Zhou Kingdom to the Wu Kingdom.

Autumn mornings, never disappoint, the sun is pure, white dew is wrapped in Shanshan Mountain, very pleasant.

Looking at Fufeng Town from afar, Wu Ling showed a happy smile on his face.

Fufeng Town is a place that Wuling has always wanted to come to after reading and reading. It is estimated that he is not the only one, but the scholars of the thirteen countries of Kyushu are all the same. Because this is the most famous cultural holy place in Wuguo, since the founding of Wuguo, nearly half of the literary champions are from Fufeng Town.

Wu Ling listened to what the fox ghost said on Monday yesterday and did not plan to take a detour, in addition to not believing the fox ghost, there is also a large part of the reason, that is, to come to Fufeng Town for a stroll and appreciate the cultural style of the town.

The gate of Fufu Town has no city walls, and the houses of the town can be seen from a distance.

In this scene, it is hard to believe that this is the location of the capital of Wuguo, but if you think about it carefully, the cultural holy place should be like this, without the shelter of the city wall, people can see farther.

Different from outsiders, in the eyes of the people of Fufeng Town, their town has a city wall, which is a neat row of old willow trees at the entrance of the town. The old willow tree has been weathered for a long time, like an old man, and the leaves have fallen early without the autumn wind, leaving only the willow, which is bare.

The wooden planks at the entrance of the town are randomly built to make the door, I don't know how many years the door has not been closed, there is no deadbolt and lock on the door, and no one notices it, and then goes to replace it.

The peach blossom next to it, the branches are less than the willow tree, it grows there alone, it looks really lonely, and the growth is also very unpleasant, most of the branches are necrotic, and when it blooms next spring, I am afraid that I will not see a few peach blossoms.

I don't know if there are fewer and fewer champions in Fufeng Town, in the past thirty or forty years, only four have appeared, whether it is related to the scene of these waning mountains at the gate of the city.

Yesterday, the old master of the Mountain Cliff Academy told the students that he would take them out to paint this morning, so that everyone could bring the utensils they needed to paint. The students taught by the old master were generally young, and the oldest was only ten years old, and after hearing this, he was very happy, and finally he didn't have to memorize the words of those dry articles, so he came to the academy early today.

Now that autumn has been in full swing, the early batch of chrysanthemums is in full bloom, so the master plans to take the students to the chrysanthemum garden of the academy next door to paint chrysanthemums.

It's just that the middle-aged master who took care of the chrysanthemum garden said that there are few chrysanthemums planted this year, and he should keep his friend Chongyang who has traveled far away to watch it when he returns, and the child is naughty and will damage the chrysanthemum and prevent the old master and his party from entering.

There are several chrysanthemum gardens in the town, but the old master is old, and the students are young, so it is really inconvenient to travel far.

Although the wild chrysanthemum is small, it has not been killed by frost, it is all over the mountains, the bees and butterflies are neighbors, and the fish and shrimp are friends with elk, which is not worse than the golden chrysanthemum in the courtyard.

It's just that the more the old master thinks about it, the more sad he becomes, his friends and classmates are almost the same age as him, and few have died, and the living ones are far away, how can they still withstand the journey, they probably won't be able to see each other again in this life.

Sadly, the old master entrusted the students to the doorman at the gate of the town, and sighed, "It's almost the Double Ninth Day, and no one will be chrysanthemums." Then he walked home on crutches.

Without the restraint and supervision of the old master, the little guy who is lively and active by nature still has the heart to paint, and after a few hasty strokes, he will put away his pen and play and play, regardless of whether he has a painting to explain when he sees the old master tomorrow morning.

However, those who were more obedient were still painting tirelessly.

Wu Ling asked Xu Shan to stop the carriage and walked over.

Over the years, the habit of seeing children studying, he wanted to go over and see what they were learning and what they were learning, which drove him to want to see how a few people were drawing.

Wu Ling walked softly behind a little boy nearby.

The little boy drew very seriously, and did not notice Wuling behind him, and it can be seen from the posture of his pen that he should usually write and draw a lot.

Children are more careful, and the characteristics of feverfew branches as thin as threads, which will lead to flowers after a period of twists and turns on the ground, have been reflected in the painting.

Wu Ling moved a few steps and looked at the second child.

Compared with the first little boy's formal painting of chrysanthemums, the child's is bolder. The chrysanthemum has been hastily completed, and now all attention is being devoted to painting butterflies. Looking at the appearance, children obviously prefer small animals to plants and trees.

Wu Ling retracted his gaze and looked at the next one.

As soon as he looked at it, Wu Ling saw an interesting scene.

A little girl in a pink dress sits on a large rock with a pen in her mouth, her arms folded in front of the white paper attached to the wooden board. The autumn wind blew her hair over her face, and the little girl was indifferent. The little girl was the only one among the many students. Probably because the little girl's temper was unpleasant, and the others were surrounded by groups of three or five, only five or six steps around her, and there was no one.

Wu Ling glanced at the inkstone next to the little girl, and the ink strip placed on it was only the size of a thumb.

It can be seen from this that the little girl usually works hard.

Like Wu Zhen and a few people, Wu Ling is now a little skeptical, whether he has used up a piece of ink since he learned to write.

Wu Ling stepped forward and asked curiously, "Little girl, why don't you paint?"

"I don't like to draw ......"

The little girl was halfway through speaking, and then she remembered that the old master had gone home to mourn the autumn, and no one should dare to take care of herself.

The little girl was a little curious, which one ate the bear's heart and leopard gall and was so nosy. You must know that these people in her classmates have been beaten by her, and even those who are one or two years older than other scholars are not her opponents, except for the master, no one dares to approach her.

Now someone is challenging the majesty of her, the future invincible heroine of the rivers and lakes, which is worth it.

The little girl's cheeks puffed out twice, and she turned her head angrily, biting the pen while scolding: "What does it matter to you whether I draw or not." ”

It's just that when she saw Wuling, the little girl was slightly stunned.

If it weren't for Wu Ling's mask, she would have almost thought her brother had returned. Wu Ling and her eldest brother's temperament are too similar.

Monday came up to me at this time and said, "I don't think you know how to draw, do you?"

The little girl put away her thoughts, looked at Monday, took off the pen in her mouth, and snorted coldly: "Where did the little bald donkey come from, why didn't you recite the scriptures in the temple, why did you run out?"

Monday was older than the little girl, but she didn't look as tall as the little girl.

In terms of momentum, it looks slightly inferior.

Monday dislikes others to talk about his bald head, and the little girl not only said it, but also said that she was a little bald donkey, how could she bear it this Monday, and immediately scolded: "Little nun, don't you have long eyes? Where am I like a monk?"

The little girl looked at her whitely, she was bareheaded, she didn't look like a monk, she didn't even know that the nun was bald, and the Taoist aunt was not bald, she was really an idiot.

She didn't bother to talk to such an idiot.

The little girl put the pen on her lips, supported her cheeks with both hands, and continued to be in a daze.

Thinking of her eldest brother, the little girl sighed in frustration.

The eldest brother has been traveling for three years, and he hasn't come back to see her.

At the beginning, she said that she would come back when she memorized "Enlightenment Fu", but now she can memorize "Enlightenment Fu" backwards.

The little girl scolded in her heart: "What a big liar. ”

Seeing the little girl sigh on Monday, thinking that she was blocked by her own words, she smiled and said, "Look! ”

The little girl couldn't help it, spit out the pen she was holding from her mouth, and then skillfully reached out and grabbed it, handed the pen to Monday, and said, "You are amazing, you come!"

The children who were frolicking around, seeing the movement here, stopped one after another and watched from a distance.

I have been bullied by little girls in the academy, and now they don't want to miss it when they see someone bullying little girls. There are a few who have been beaten hard before, and they are already happy at this moment.

Who called this wild girl, it's a girl but she doesn't look like a girl, she knows how to fight, and now it's okay, she is going to be bullied!

"This ......"

He didn't expect the little girl to come on Monday, and it stumped him.

It's okay to practice martial arts and sword practice on Monday, but he can read and write, he really can't do it, it's as simple as writing his own name, and he is said to be a ghost drawing, let alone painting.

This kind of scene is very familiar to Wu Ling, and when he was a master, he often encountered disputes between students.

"Bother me again, be careful that I hit you!"

The little girl glared at Zhou Zhou, then pointed at Wuling, then pointed at herself, and said, "Don't think that I won't dare if you have a brother, my brother is better than him!"

Wu Ling bowed down slightly and said, "Little girl, what is your name, I apologize to you for the abruptness of the two of us just now." ”

Seeing this scene, several children around who complained a lot about the little girl were very disappointed.

They thought that Wu Ling would lift the little girl up and throw her to the ground.

"My name is Xu Zhiyi, just don't bother me anymore. ”

The little girl stopped and sighed slightly, looking a little lost. Wu Ling spoke softly and kindly, much like her brother, which made it difficult for her to get angry.

Wu Ling rubbed the little girl's head and said, "Is there anything sad, can you tell me about it?"

The little girl stood up, looked at Wuling with a frown, and said, "If you bother me again, I'm really angry!"

Seeing this, Wu Ling had no choice but to give up his plan to talk to the little girl.

At a young age, his temper is not small.

Of course, Wu Ling agreed with the little girl's approach. People should learn to protect themselves from an early age, so that they will not let their attempts succeed.

Wu Ling stood up and said with a smile: "Okay! I'm leaving, I won't bother you! But let me tell you, girls should laugh more, and they will be more beautiful when they grow up." ”

The little girl did not speak, sat back on the big rock, propped her cheeks, and continued to be in a daze.

Looking at the little girl holding her little head in a daze, Wu Ling somewhat understood why she was called Zhiyi!

Chen Dou in the carriage opened his eyes from closing his eyes and looking in the direction of Wuling. But what he saw was not Wuling, but the little girl Xu Zhiyi.

"At a young age, he is full of heroic spirit!"

Chen Dou was amazed, and at the same time wondered in his heart, "It's hard for that person to really leave Wen Gu before leaving?"

Heaven and earth have Haoran, raised from the belly of a gentleman.

Haoran Qi is a righteous reader, who accumulates knowledge over time, adds his own insight and cognition, and "warms" it. It's like the spiritual power cultivated by the monks of the world absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the sword realm of sword cultivation.

It is said that there are no wonders in the world, and there are alternatives in everything.

Some people are born with a sense of greatness.

This kind of person is the darling of God, and he is destined to be far beyond ordinary people in reading and learning, and his heroic spirit is also known as cultural luck, in short, it is "literary luck".

Chen Dou saw abundant "cultural luck" in the little girl.

Fufeng Town is different, Chen Dou can see a little bit, this place should be the place where the person left before leaving.

In ancient times, there were three immortals who lived in a large mountain. The mountain got its name from this, the Three Immortals Mountain.

Among the three, the warrior, who is alone and seeks defeat, likes to see the scenery of the mountains and small mountains, so he lives on the top of the mountain; the person surnamed Zhao lives at the foot of the mountain because he is afraid of the cold; the Zhou people have no cooking skills and love to rub rice, so they live in the middle of the mountainside in order to make it easier to rub rice.

These three immortals are the ancestors of the three surnames of the inverted hanging mountain.

Later, there was a ranger, leading a white horse with a sword, and traveled far here. After hearing about this, he built a thatched house not far from the mountain, and wanted to practice with the three of them, drinking and discussing.

The three of them are immortals in the world, and they have never seen anything special about the rangers, and they disdain to live with them. It's just that the ranger is a little thick-skinned, no matter what small means the three immortals secretly use to drive them away, they can't drive them away.

One day, the ranger lying on the big stone at the door of the thatched cottage got drunk and took a broom woven of miscanthus and a bucket of ink.

Using a broom as a pen, dipping it in ink and composing poems on boulders.

What the three immortals didn't expect was that the moment the ranger put down his pen, the cloudless sky suddenly burst into wind and rain, and the moment the poem was written, the heavens and the earth were shocked, and the ghosts and gods cried.

Even the well-informed Three Immortals have seen this kind of situation for the first time.

After that, the ranger settled in the Three Immortals Mountain.

And the ranger is also known as the poet fairy.

It is rumored that before leaving the world, Shixian left the courage condensed by his heroic spirit in the place where he settled, waiting for someone destined to inherit it.

From the fact that Fufeng Town has occupied nearly half of the Wuguo in the past few hundred years, it can be seen how prosperous the cultural movement here is.

This also confirms Chen Dou's thoughts from one angle.

What surprised Chen Dou was that almost half of the town's current cultural luck was on the little girl.

Wu Ling then looked at the things drawn by several other people, all of which were quite good, and they all had their own characteristics. As far as painting is concerned, compared to these children, the students he teaches are obviously inferior, which has to be admitted.

If there is still a chance to teach those little guys again, Wu Ling feels that he needs to be more strict, and of course, it is also necessary to see how other masters teach people, and see if the problem is his own.

Back at the carriage, Wu Ling did not get into the carriage, but planned to walk into the city.

Seeing this, Xu Shan also got out of the car and led the horse, and Zhou jumped and returned to the two-eared three-legged tripod on Tu Shan's shoulder again.

Monday secretly glanced at the little girl named Xu Zhiyi in Dingzhong, then put his hands on the edge of Ding, and said, "Brother Qilin, are we going directly through Fufeng Town, or are we going to rest in the town for a few days?"

Regarding Fufeng Town, when he was on the road, Wu Ling already had a plan, and he was ready to spend a day casually walking around and appreciate the scenic spots and humanistic feelings of Fufeng Town.

Wu Ling Chao said on Monday: "Rest in Fufeng Town for a day first, and then hit the road tomorrow!"

For some reason, hearing this, Zhou suddenly looked at Xu Zhiyi, and his heart was inexplicably a little excited.

The guards at the humble city gates in Fufeng Town were a few middle-aged people who looked slightly thin. Although several people are wearing the clothes of city guards, the temperament of the scholar is reflected in the body shape and movement of several people, as well as between their conversations.

When passing by a few people, Wu Ling deliberately paid attention to what several people were talking about. See if it's as rumored, the old and young in Fufeng Town talk, three sentences and one poem, and ten sentences into chapters.

Listening to only one of them, he gave a thumbs up and said with a look of adoration: "In the entire Wucheng, everyone who has seen him is impressed by his handsome appearance and lofty spirit. ”

Wu Ling stopped and listened to a few words, a charming smile bloomed on his face, and he sighed with a smile, "The rumors are true, the people of Fufeng Town are really witty, and the exit is a chapter." ”

Wu Ling was very appreciative of the words used by several people to describe the object of praise.

Of course, it would be better if we used words like "peerless", "unparalleled", "unparalleled", "best in the world".

Just as Wu Ling was gladly accepting the praise, a woman's indignant voice came from behind, "Bullshit! He Wu Ling is a little white face who can't even hold a sword, where does he come from, you are blind?"

Wu Ling looked back and saw a woman in black brocade with a sword and a wine gourd on her waist and a white horse, looking at them with angry eyebrows.

The woman's angry appearance is quite like the heroine of the novel, who loves to fight and hug.