Ling Kongzi was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head slightly: "Zhenjuan." He's ...... It's ......."

But for a while I couldn't think of the right words to describe him - it was indeed a rare figure in the world, and it was difficult to describe.

"The two Danqing Taoist priests enshrined in the cave heaven are worthy of entering the realm of transformation, and they already think that they are terrible. It took a lot of utensils and treasures to make a treasure scroll in ten years. ”

"Now this Li Yunxin ...... Oh, I made a scroll for a beggar?

Congyunzi hurriedly said: "...... in the afternoon"

......

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In the afternoon, Li Yunxin took a stack of paper, an inkstone, and a pen and walked to Changmen Street.

He rented his table from a fortune teller under a weeping willow on the side of the street, and sat down.

Willow trees are less susceptible to insects and are shaded. He just sat with his eyes closed for a while, and then opened his eyes again to look at the pedestrians on the street.

When he saw that there was a "fit of eye" - of course, this was the opinion of those who were secretly observing him - he beckoned to the man and asked if he wanted to draw a portrait and play with it.

Half of them thought it was a trick and waved their hands and walked away.

The other half of the people took his painting suspiciously, thought it was very good, and left happily.

Occasionally, one or two happened to know him before, and even if they held back, they couldn't hide the excitement. Li Yunxin frowned and said Go away, go away, I don't want you.

The person will ask "why" in pain and disappointment.

Li Yunxin said, you know all about me, what's the point of that? People who don't know me, take this painting back, and then know that it is very valuable, so it will be fun. Or take it back and throw it away, and know later that it is very valuable and more fun.

Since he was the one who knew him, and he knew what he was capable of, he had no choice but to walk away.

After an hour like this, Li Yunxin saw a beggar.

The beggar was very old, skinny and unkempt. But surprisingly, the beggar was clean. He wore shabby clothes, but they were clean and dry. The hair is messy, but it's not greasy. It's not like ordinary beggars, who hide in corners and ask for money.

His way of begging is actually a bit of a bone.

He squinted his eyes and walked up to the passers-by, reciting a few lines of poetry. The poem was not written by himself, nor did it fit the occasion. I guess I wrote it down from some poetry book. Then he said a few more auspicious words—and if the man pushed him away with an impatient face, he would not dwell on it.

It was only when the man stopped slightly that he asked for something after he had spoken.

Li Yunxin stared at him for a long time before asking someone about the old beggar.

I knew that this man was originally a butcher. My ancestors have been butchers for generations, and they are doing well. Originally, his family was also satisfied with being a butcher, thinking that he could buy some fields in the future and upgrade to a landlord.

But when he arrived, he had something else on his mind - he felt that he had to do something big, and he couldn't live his life in mediocrity. So after my father passed away, he closed the shop and read first. I started reading at the age of 20 and read until I was 28 years old, and I couldn't even be a child.

In fact, it's not that he doesn't care, it's just stupid enough -- an ordinary person can try to annotate it himself after reading three or four years of scripture and history, and he has not memorized all of his poems after four years of reading a thousand poems. After two more years of study, when he was thirty years old, he abandoned his pen and joined the army.

But Daqing has been peaceful for a long time, where is there any opportunity to make contributions. So he was delayed in the military for ten years, and he didn't even make it to a captain.

In the end, he was disheartened and returned home. But on the way, he encountered a robber - he was a ten-year veteran after all, and he was fighting in one place. In the end, one was killed and one was injured. He was not the only one who was on the way, and there were a few fellow villagers, but they all shrunk together.

The bandit is also a rabble. Five or six, when they saw that there were dead people, they hurried away.

His companions sent him back to Weicheng. The prefect of the year knew about this and privately rewarded him with fifty taels of silver. Tell him to recuperate from his injuries with peace of mind, wait for his injuries to heal, and be the head of the township in this mansion.

But he was seriously wounded and nearly died. After half a year, he finally recovered, but he fell into an eye disease, and he could only see people in shadows. When the illness was about to be cured, the prefect was sick again. After being sick for three months, no one mentioned the matter of the head of the Xiangyong Sect.

After that, his hands and feet were not dexterous, and his eyes were not easy to use, and he slowly exhausted his family wealth. By the time he was 60 years old, he had completely collapsed, and after two or three years, he finally went to the streets to beg.

But after all, I feel that I am a scholar and a veteran. And he slashed the bandits, and almost became the head of the village brave sect - he should have some backbone. Thereupon...... It's what it looks like now.

After Li Yunxin heard his story, he paid attention to him. Then the storyteller asked him, why not paint a portrait of the beggar?

Li Yunxin just shook his head.

After a while, when it was almost time for dinner, a vendor pushed a cart to sell sour soup. It is a pasta dish made after fermented cornmeal, and it is quite appetizing to eat during this season.

The steaming stalls look tempting in the golden slanting sunlight, and the sour soup can be eaten with sauerkraut, greens, or stir-fried. The people who rushed to the market came to buy it, and when they bought it, they squatted aside and ate it.

At this time, the old beggar rested not far from Li Yunxin, looking at the stall and muttering to himself.

In the noise, others can't hear clearly, but he can hear clearly.

The old beggar seemed to be saying to the people around him, but he seemed to be muttering to himself: "Back then, I was on the border of Wuwei Fort. I stayed in the fort with my brothers for a month, and as soon as I came out, I wanted to eat sour soup - the sour soup of that time......"

When he said this, he stopped and swallowed, and said no more. Raising his face and squinting at the stall - Li Yunxin didn't know if he could only see the afterglow of the setting sun or the blurred shadow of the stall. But he also felt as if he was looking at something else.

What the......

In the afterglow of the sunset, the youth that can no longer be caught.

The red face who has been waiting in his hometown for a lifetime but has finally grown old and turned into white bones, and he can only sit in front of the grave until dawn when he is old.

Once upon a time, I stood in the gale of Wuwei Fort with a group of young people from all over the world and drank spirits with my chest open, thinking about when to step on Yanshan Mountain, but after all, my head was white.

Will he regret it?

The old man looked at this for a while, then stood up with a little difficulty, touched a few large coins, and walked over to the stall.

He stood by the stall, closed his eyes, sniffed the slight sour smell in the wind for a while, and said, "Little brother, bring me a bowl...... Soup bar. ”

The young peddler frowned: "Huh?"

The old man squinted, tried to find the small pot of sour soup, and pointed: "...... Soup. Just bring me a bowl of soup. ”

The peddler pondered for a while before realizing that the old beggar only wanted soup, not noodles. After a brief look, he waved his hand: "Don't sell!

With a wave of his hand, he leaned back slightly, ready for the old man to entangle again.

But when he saw that the old man only sighed, he turned around and walked slowly. The peddler frowned and whispered, "Sick." ”

Li Yunxin looked at it for a while and laughed.

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