In the Ming Mansion, Yun Zhaodi and Yun Jing were like sisters, almost inseparable. Luo Gan couldn't find a chance to talk to Yun Jingzhen alone, and after his bags were put away, he was called by Mingshuang to wash his clothes.

"From now on, all the men's clothes in the Ming Mansion will be washed by you. Mingshuang seemed to have unloaded a big burden, and handed him the basin contentedly.

"After washing, you have to come and chop wood, and after splitting one stack, you will go to fetch water to fill the water tank; after lunch, you will split another stack, and then you will follow me to pound medicine, collect medicinal herbs, collect clothes, sweep the floor, cook pig food, copy books, ......"

Luo Gan interrupted him: "Is there enough candle?"

Mingshuang pursed her lips and looked unhappy, when she heard two girls running over with a chatter, and Yun Jingjing snatched the basin and handed it to Mingshuang as soon as she came. "These clothes are obviously all yours, and the third senior brother has already washed himself and his master's. ”

Luo Qian pretended to be surprised and said, "Wow, there are so many, I thought there were five or six men in the Ming Mansion." He watched Mingshuang eat flat with a playful expression, and his heart was tense at the same time.

"Brother Luo, you just need to copy the book, and everyone else is responsible for doing it. For example, today is Mingshuang chopping wood and carrying water. ”

Luo Qian stared at Yun Zhen's innocent smile, and couldn't help but flutter, "Okay." ”

But he didn't think that the books to be copied were counted in boxes.

"Why copy a good book?"

He smiled stiffly as he watched Yun Zhao take out a book from the box, and Yun Zhaodi moved the other bookcases outside one by one to dry.

"This box is a unique book, old, and the paper can't withstand any toss. After opening, use a small brush to carefully sweep away the dust, well, use this. Yun took a small brush from the desk and showed him it.

"I'll clean this one, you can polish the ink first. ”

There were all pens, ink, paper, and inkstones on the desk, and Luo Gan, who was grinding ink, felt bored, and he couldn't help but think of the situation when Senior Brother Ji Zichun used a painting pen.

Ji Zichun didn't tell him whether he succeeded or not. Luo Gan thought it was ridiculous, how should the wind be drawn? Luo Gan felt that this question was a little funny, and accidentally laughed out loud.

Having just cleaned up all the dust from a book, Yun Jingzhen was also a little curious about his laughter, "What are you laughing at?"

"Oh, that style brush. ”

"Isn't the style brush extinct?"

"No, it's not. Luo Gan simply told Yun Jingzhen about the competition between Senior Brother Ji Zichun and Qi Lianfeng, the sheriff of the official office, and added a sentence at the end: "I forgot to ask him if Senior Brother had drawn it." It is estimated that it will be difficult to succeed. ”

Yun spread out the paper and motioned for him to start copying. She smiled and asked the question, "How do you say the wind should be drawn?"

Luo Qian subconsciously wanted to draw a line on the paper, but was quickly stopped by Yun Jing's eyes. "Luoyang paper is not cheap. ”

Fortunately, Luo Gan hadn't really destroyed it yet, otherwise his money bag would have bleed.

Yun Jingzhen told him a story about painting style brushes.

The story is that a young man and a woman in love have to be separated because of some things, and they will be separated for three whole years.

The man could not disobey his master's orders and go out on a mission, but the girl stayed in the border town where they knew each other all day. Unlike other stories, no one urged her to marry, and no illness bothered her.

The girl lives a quiet life in a small town, she is a cultivator like a man, and she has enough self-preservation ability. After hearing the painting style brush from a close friend by chance, the girl, who had never told anyone about her lovesickness, left for the nightless tavern as soon as possible.

At that time, the style of painting was long gone. Only the painting brush that appeared in the tavern of the night, and they all said that it was the last one in the world, and it was also a defective product.

The man who traded the style pen with her said that he could return it to him after he didn't need it, and the man would refund up to 70% of the money according to the loss of the style brush.

It was during the three years of separation that the girl hung the pen in front of the bookcase all day long, but never used it.

When a friend asked her why she didn't try it, she said, "When I saw the brush, I thought he was coming back soon." ”

The man who had completed this difficult task returned to the border town, and after reporting to his master, he went to find the girl as soon as possible, and he planned to ask her for marriage.

He also knew about this style of painting, and he was also very curious, "Didn't you think about me?" When the man came to the door, the girl sat on the roof watching the sunset, and when the two met, she had neither surprise nor sad tears.

The man felt that he had reason to suspect that the girl did not love him.

The girl replied to him: "Have you ever drawn the wind? The wind cannot be drawn, and real people cannot be drawn." No matter how great the magic of the style brush is, it can't be as good as a hug when you come back. ”

"Then I don't understand. The painting brush is so wasteful, how can it be removed by them to extinction?"

The girl laughed and said, "Because if you want to draw the wind, you should draw fallen leaves, swaying branches, flickering candles, and so on." If I want to draw you, I have to find all the memories from the bottom of my heart. However, I don't need to look for memories. We have so many of them, I just have to wait for you. ”

The man laughed, "Then you still spend so much money on this pen." ”

"Because, if you don't come back, I may only have this style of painting for the rest of my life. Who told you that you didn't give me anything? ”

The girl and the man soon became married, and together they found the buyer and returned the brush.

When Luo Gan heard this, there was not a word on the blank paper. "Good story, quite envious. ”

Happiness is not the end of the story, because Yun Jingzhen said the last paragraph of the story: "Love is only a few years, and the man is once again ordered to a dangerous place." He didn't come back for months. It was not as long as the three-year separation, but the woman was getting more and more panicked day by day, and she asked her friend if she could buy that style brush again. In the end, she gave birth to a child with the man, and after learning of the man's death, the woman also died of depression. ”

Luo Qian looked at the first solitary book in silence, and the title of the book was "Yifan Records". He could imagine that the story told by Yun Jingzhen would not be unfounded.

"This is the practice experience that my father wrote down when he was practicing in Yuan Kendo before his death, and you can copy it while copying it, and you can also refer to it. ”

Yun was stunned to leave these words, and when she looked up and left, Luo Qian found that her eyes were red. She walked very fast, and she didn't even say how much she wanted Luo Gan to finish.

The words in "Yifan Records" are calm and atmospheric, Luo Gan read through them without difficulty, and even when he read "It's sleepless nights, Yun still can't figure out the reason for being scolded when he counts to ninety-nine sheep", the image of an interesting and diligent disciple jumps on the paper.

This is not so much a practice experience, but a life notebook. Among them, several articles are based on the analysis of the advantages and disadvantages of the exercises and new methods taught by cultivators (Yun Yifan created a self-created exercise method that suits himself), and most of them are analyzing how to survive the demons and survive the heavenly tribulation.

Luo Gan sighed at the realm, and actually saw an introductory exercise at the end of the book, with a note at the end of the article: Gift to Yun's outstanding descendants.

Whether Yun Yifan's descendants have seen it or not, Luo Gan doesn't know. He only knew that Wu Yi's descendants saw it and really came in handy.

This method is very different from what Uncle Yang taught, Luo Qian spent a whole day copying a whole box of books, and finally did not forget to copy this introductory exercise written by Yun Yifan again for himself to keep.

If it is true that there is no intention to cultivate, then it must be false.

Luo Gan thinks that he is greedy for life and afraid of death, he cherishes life very much, in order to survive, he can be shameless enough to tell Lin Huaduan that he loves his father and can't bear to hurt Wu Yi.

During the period when he was copying books in the Ming Mansion, Luo Gan copied every day until his hands cramped and his legs became weak, and when he walked out, he was laughed at by Mingshuang and became kidney deficiency.

Yun Jingzhen does not come to this study every day, every afternoon, she is teaching Yun Zhaodi to read and write. Although Yun Zhaodi is diligent, he has no choice but to pass the most suitable age for reading, and his handwriting with a pen is not fluent.

Or maybe it's different from the playfulness of seven or eight-year-old children, Yun Zhaodi's perseverance is long-term, and sooner or later he can conquer these black and white words.

However, not everyone in the Ming Mansion reads and writes. Ming Chengxin opened an outpatient clinic in the house. With Lin Huaduan's introduction, on the first day of opening, many men, women and children from Qixia City came to cheer.

Mingshuang was responsible for serving tea and water, chopping wood and carrying water, massaging and beating his back, but he just didn't dare to say that his surname was Ming, because outsiders regarded him as a servant.

The son of the second room of the Lin family came to patronize, and asked Ming Chengxin why there was only one subordinate.