For these numerology days, divination and other things, to be honest, Xiao Fei actually doesn't use them very often, but occasionally uses some small skills on the formation, just like in the ancient temple a few days ago, using the terrain and lighting and other conditions, a little bit of hands and feet, you can block sound, smell, light, etc. I don't know what the purpose is, before Xiao Fei went down the mountain, Master Shangguan Fengxue specially told him not to use it easily. Especially when Xiao Fei is only familiar with various metaphysical classics and various theories, he can't run freely. The art of numerology is mysterious and mysterious, there are too many things to avoid in the underworld, and the people of Tianhanmen themselves have some of the lives of the Heavenly Evil Lone Star......

Xiao Fei is actually skeptical of all this, but out of respect for the authority of the master, he really didn't use these means, but before leaving the house a few days ago, he quietly met the second elder of the Xiao family and Xiao Teng, anyway, Xiao Fei has no real blood relationship with the Xiao family, so he doesn't need to pay attention to the ethereal evasive questions: Xiao Teng has no disasters in his life, no worries about food and clothing, and has a life span of eighty-six; Mrs. Xiao has a bumpy first half of her life, and the second half of her life is smooth, with no worries about food and clothing, and a life span of eighty-two; Xiao Hai has a bumpy first half of her life, and she is not willing to live in middle age, but from this year onwards, her life will be as happy as she wishes, and she will live seventy out of ninety。 Therefore, a while ago, Xiao's father wrote to say that his mother was seriously ill, and Xiao Fei, who knew his mother's numerology, must have doubts.

Groping for the three green coins in his hand, Xiao Fei still stared at the direction where Xiangshi left, and his thinking was a little jumpy.

"This senior brother, Xiaosheng is polite", Xiao Fei, who was thinking wildly, was interrupted from his thoughts, and when he looked back, it turned out that someone was standing still in front of his calligraphy and painting stall and was talking. I saw that this person was about twenty-five or six years old, seven feet two inches tall, with a strong body and a slight obesity, wearing Confucian clothes, holding a scroll in his left hand and folding a fan in his right hand, walking on dust, with a ruddy complexion and short beard, and a simple face, but there was some appearance of wealth and nobility.

"This senior brother, what advice do you have?" Xiao Fei returned the salute.

Only then did the visitor put down his hand and asked with a shy stomach: "This calligraphy and painting stall belongs to the senior brother?"

This person spoke Sven, but Xiao Fei looked at his demeanor, and he felt awkward when he heard this. There is a way to reach out and not hit the smiling person, Xiao Fei smiled slightly, "I don't dare to let my brother be called 'senior brother', the younger brother is young, and he should respect his brother as the elder." The younger brother Xiao Fei in Hangzhou was down-and-out here, and out of livelihood considerations, he made this decision: to make a living by doing some calligraphy and painting, and to exchange some travel expenses, so as to return to Hangzhou as soon as possible", speaking of this, Xiao Fei laughed at himself, "So sweeping the floor, let the senior brother laugh." ”

"Eh, Brother Xiao, this is a bad statement!" said the fat Confucian Sheng loudly, "How many people in the world have never been down-and......-out from birth to death? Well, that's not right! Although my brother is in love with you, it's still not right to compare you with the holy master!" As he spoke, he opened the folding fan, slapped it into his arms a few times, and then slammed it shut, knocking his head hard, "Brother, don't worry, think about you again for your brother!"

What brother, don't be in a hurry? Am I in a hurry? Have I asked you to bother to help me think? Does Xiao Fei need you to persuade me? Xiao Fei looked at this warm-hearted brother incomprehensibly, opened the folding fan for a while, closed it again, and paced anxiously in front of Xiao Fei's case.

Xiao Fei only then discovered that the folding fan in his brother's hand was about half a foot longer than the common folding fan, and it was a full foot and a half in length! On weekdays, the folding fans played in the hands of literati and scholars were generally about one foot, and at most one foot and one inch, and the folding fans used by ladies were even smaller. The folding fan in Xiao Fei's hand is one foot and one inch and one point, but it is from the hands of a famous craftsman, and it is already considered a large size, after all, there are all kinds of mechanisms hidden in the fan, and it is too small to make it. But compared with the folding fan in the hand in front of him, it is really a small thing. It's just that this person is burly and has wide palms, and holding this thing is not very eye-catching at first glance.

It's just that there is an inscription on the fan surface, which is more eye-catching. I saw the fan open and close in his hand, and there were four big characters trembling with it, looming, "only seven buckets high", which seems to be an allusion to Cao Zijian's "eight buckets high". It's just that eight buckets have become seven buckets, is this pride or humility?

said that the fat Confucian noticed that Xiao Fei had been staring at him at this time, and really thought that he was in a hurry, and couldn't help but be a little impatient. I saw him frown, waved the folding fan with his right hand, and said: "There is! Brother, the Taizu of this dynasty was down-and-out in his early years, and even mixed up to be a beggar and a monk, which is not the same as a great unification ......of the rivers and mountains!"

"Brother, brother, brother!" Xiao Fei was in a hurry, and slapped the table with a "snap", interrupting Fat Confucius's speech, "Brother, don't dare to say this! Brother doesn't have any ambitions!" said and made a silent gesture to Fat Confucius, and looked around carefully, seeing that no one noticed this, he whispered again, "If you say this kind of rebellious words again, you and I will go to Jinyiwei's guard to be difficult brothers!"

Xiao Fei was indeed frightened by this stunned remark, did he dare to say the four words "with great ambitions" casually these days? Do you really think that the Jinyi guards of the Ming Dynasty, who are all over the world, are idle eaters? Just by relying on this sentence, you can be charged with rebellion! But Xiao Fei himself did not pay attention, he has already been taken to the ditch, before, the two of them called each other "senior brother" and "little student", and they were a sour mess, after the shocking remarks of the fat Confucian Sheng, they followed him to call him a brother. However, listening to this fat Confucian for a while "senior brother" and a "brother" for a while, coupled with this random climbing allusions, as well as the casual style of saying great rebellion, he doesn't look like a normal scholar, although he is wearing Confucian clothes and holding a huge "Cai Gao Qidou" signature folding fan!

"Oh, my brother reminded me right!" the fat Confucian also suddenly woke up, "It's the foolish brother Meng Lang." ”

This is exactly what the brother inspires his brother...... The little brother is ashamed", Xiao Fei dared to let him continue to talk nonsense along his train of thought, and hurriedly interrupted him again, "The little brother has not asked his brother for your surname." ”

"Look at my brother's temperament, let my brother smile" The fat Confucian was dressed and arched his hand: "My brother's ancestral home is Shandong, and now I am traveling here with my father's eunuch, with a high surname, a strong name, and a strong name." ”

Gao Zhuang? This name actually fits so well with the body and temperament of the fat Confucian student! Xiao Fei smiled secretly, it seems that this old gentleman who has traveled here is indeed a master! Of course, this surname Gao is certain.

"Oh, it turned out to be Brother Gao's face, fortunately, I will be lucky!" Gao Zhuang officially introduced himself, and Xiao Fei was also dressed and bowed.

Gao Zhuang got up and touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and also wanted to change the topic, but he saw the signboard left by the previous Xiangshi, "Brother Xiao still knows how to count fate!

Xiao Fei smiled secretly, but still patiently explained, "This cloth banner turned out to be the object of a scholar, and together with this table, it was used by him for his livelihood. It's just that he had an urgent matter at home and left in a hurry, so the younger brother rented his money and property to him for a living. The little brother is really down, ashamed. ”

"So that's the case", Gao Zhuang pointed to the words "calligraphy and painting" on Xiao Fei's desk and asked, "This is a book written by Brother Xiao Xian?"

"It's the little brother's clumsy work. Xiao Fei bowed slightly.

"Brother, good pen power!" Gao Zhuang shook the fan and praised, and the folding fan in his hand was still so eye-catching.

"I don't know why the senior brother came to the younger brother?"

"This ......" Gao Zhuang was a little distracted, closed the folding fan, and poked his hair with the fan bone, looking a little embarrassed, and after hesitating for a while, he said, "That's right, brother." Although his brother has been studying for many years and has become a chapter of export, he still lacks calligraphy and painting skills. You understand, Brother Xiao Xian?"

What do I understand? Xiao Fei looked dazed. There are still people who say that they have written a chapter! Just look at his words and deeds just now, which of these four words has anything to do with him? I guess it's not that the calligraphy is bad, it's that he can't write...... Even if the four characters on the folding fan are still strong and powerful, they must be looking for someone to catch the knife! Xiao Fei began to speculate viciously according to the actual situation, and gradually understood Gao Zhuang's purpose of finding himself.

"Please make it clear to the senior brother, I don't know what the younger brother can do for my brother?"

"Oh, that's it. Gao Zhuang finally decided to say it happily, "Brother Xiao Xian and I hit it off at first sight, so I said it bluntly: next month is the 70th birthday of the superintendent of this county, and my brother will go to pay homage to his father at that time." Our two families are friends in the world, so Brother Fool thought of giving the boss a unique gift to show the friendship between our two families. Virtuous brother, you see?"

"Foolish brother, listen. "You have made it clear, do you want to write a longevity sticker, or do you want to paint? Or do you want to write a poem to worship your birthday? It seems that there are too many crafts, and it is troublesome to choose when you use it! Wait, who said this? Xiao Fei raised his head and frowned.

And Gao Zhuang saw Xiao Fei frowning and was silent, thinking that he still didn't understand, "That's it! ”

"That's it, brother, although you and I have met for the first time, it can be regarded as a first sight. What are you doing to hide it like this?" Xiao Fei asked, still frowning, wondering who said the witty remark that just popped up.

"Hey, brother, why don't you understand?" Gao Zhuang was anxious, and lay his tall and strong body on the table, causing Xiao Fei to take a step back, "I want to make a picture with a clear intention and a few lines of poetry." But for my brother's own family to know his own skills, these two things are commonplace. But I have begged my teacher to write poetry, and now I am missing a painting. As he spoke, he raised his dark and thick eyebrows at Xiao Fei.

"Oh, the little brother understands, it's really the little brother who is ignorant, and he actually makes the brother talk so much. "Xiao Fei finally figured out what he wanted, isn't it just a painting? Shoushan, Xianhe, Lao Song, or the more complicated Song Crane to prolong his life, Xiao Fei didn't know how many paintings he painted for Xiao Wanlin. It looks like today's business is finally going to open!

As he spoke, he motioned for Gao Zhuang to get up and get out of the way. He spread out the drawing paper on the table, picked up the pen and added ink, and then hung the pen in the air to put on a posture, looked up and asked Gao Zhuang, "I don't know what kind of painting Brother Gao wants to make?"

Gao Zhuang said this time neatly and categorically, "Jin Toad folds Meitu!"

Xiao Fei couldn't help but shake his right hand, and a large drop of ink fell on the drawing paper.