The snow is full of mountains and forests, and it is white. The pavilions built in the mountains are covered with snow.

This is Wushan, located ten miles north of Jingshi, and belongs to a well-known scenic spot.

In the middle of winter, it is miserable for the poor people, but for the literati, it is a rare good weather for travel.

In the pavilions and pavilions, almost every one of them, there are polite and polite snow admirers gathered inside. A charcoal fire is lit, wine is warmed, and various dishes are placed on several tables, so that the scene of a rich dinner is rich.

During the period, there was a lot of conversation and laughter, and from time to time there were poems outspoken, which added a bit of elegance.

"Haha, yesterday I waited for the Book Holy Mansion for nearly eight hours, and finally got a word, it's so cool. ”

"No, Brother Hou Lin, you are so lucky, envious. ”

"Quick, take it out and take a look. ”

Immediately, Brother Hou Lin carefully took out a framed letter.

It is said to be a piece of writing, but in fact, the paper on which the real writing is only the size of a palm, and it seems to be a little wrinkled, and there is a "zhi" character written on it.

"Good words, sure enough, they came from the hands of the sage. ”

"Needless to say, this character changes three times, the style is awe-inspiring, and there is no semicolon except for the book saint. ”

"With this one word, Brother Hou Lin is willing to cut his love?"

"Don't sell it, don't sell it, I'm going to keep it as a family heirloom. ”

Hearing this, there was a sigh all around.

The book saint lives in the capital, and there is an endless stream of people who come to the door to ask for words all day and night, and I don't know how many. Annoyed, Shusheng simply left Beijing and spent most of his time outside. The dragon sees the head but does not see the end.

In recent years, there have been very few people who have access to the authentic works of the saints. It's rare.

Now that the New Year is approaching, the book saint who traveled far away has returned home. After hearing the news. Hundreds of people immediately gathered outside the Shusheng Mansion, waiting for the family members to come out and take out the garbage.

In these garbage, if you are lucky, you can find the pen and ink of the sage, and if you get half a sentence, then you will be developed.

Therefore, sometimes in order to grab the garbage, they often quarrel with each other.

The probability of the existence of the pen and ink of the book saint in the garbage is not high, and the book saint has a habit, that is, he is not satisfied with the practice of writing. I will tear up the pen and ink and throw it away. Therefore, there are not many words that are intact, and it is not easy to pick them up.

Right now, Brother Lin has picked up a word, and his luck is really good.

The gaze that looked at the word "zhi" became hot.

"Hey, I remember that ten years ago, Shusheng had a "Snow Clearing Sticker", which cost 500 yuan, I didn't buy it at that time, and it was too late to regret it, and now it takes at least 3,000 yuan to buy it. ”

"Where are you going to buy it? The people who used to collect it all covered up tightly. There was no intention of making a move at all. ”

"So, after this incident, I finally realized that I would buy words. It is the most cost-effective to start when you are not famous. ”

"Oh, Brother Lin Hai means something. Could it be that Ye Junsheng, the world's first talent?"

"Yes, that's him. Although he won the top spot in Yangzhou. But it is said that the pen and ink market is not too high, just ask him for words. ”

"Hey. Brother Lin Hai's statement is false. People have won the world's first talent, and they should have ridden horses to the streets, but these days, how have you ever seen a human figure. I heard that he went to sea, and it is estimated that he will not come back until the township test. Besides, you haven't seen anyone, you don't know what he looks like, and even if you touch him in person, you don't know him. ”

"No, it's mysterious. He is a talented showman, why he is so ignorant, he didn't even face the saint for the first time and accept the plaque award, I really don't know what to think. What I can't figure out is that the Holy One doesn't get angry and condemn crimes, how strange is it?"

"You don't know this, it is said that when the third unit of the talent competition is competing, there is a vision of heaven and earth, and something extraordinary happens. So Ye Junsheng applied to postpone receiving the plaque, and the saint agreed. ”

"Speaking of which, there have been a lot of incidents recently, and I've heard that it's closely related to the country's luck......

"Silence, how can this be said indiscriminately, let's talk about Fengyue. ”

"Yes, just talk about Fengyue, let's just say that Ye Junsheng ......"

Talk.

The snow was falling, and a person walked out of the mountain road, wearing only a thin cotton coat in the cold weather, with a delicate face, but in his early twenties.

He carried a bookcase, as if he had just worked the mountain.

The literati in the pavilion glanced at him and quickly ignored him: in their opinion, this son was a poor scholar, and that's it, at most, he went to Beijing to participate in the township examination. I don't know how many such scholars there are today.

The scholar opened the cloth tent of the book, guarded against the snow and water, and walked down the mountain.

The journey back to Beijing from Osan is not a short one, especially for a scholar on foot.

On the day of the wind and snow, there were few traces of people on the official road, and the scholar took a big stride, seeing the cold as invisible. On the road, two lines of footprints were soon left, but soon, they were covered by falling snowflakes.

Gotta get it.

A carriage came from behind, overtook it, and suddenly stopped not far ahead, and then a wrinkled old face peeked out.

The old man with a whip in his hand, apparently a coachman:

"This son is going to Jingshi?"

But he shouted at the scholars.

The scholar nodded.

The old man smiled: "It's better to get in the car, my young lady wants to invite you to go with the car." ”

In such weather, he didn't think that the scholar would refuse, and it was almost impossible to refuse.

"Thank you for your care, it's just that I want to walk alone. ”

Hearing this, Old Handen's eyes bulged: This scholar has mental problems, and he doesn't sit in a car, but he is willing to blow the wind and be cold. What's more, it was her own lady who took the initiative to invite, and the young lady was as beautiful as a flower.

"I don't know how to lift. ”

muttered, the only explanation is that the other party is affected by the damn so-called "backbone", so he doesn't want to get in the car.

Drive!

He no longer hesitated, and drove the carriage to run. About half a tea time, I actually saw a person walking on foot in front of me.

However, this person has gray hair and a pale appearance, where would his own young lady be interested, and directly surpass the past, leaving only deep rut marks.

The scholar seemed to be weak, but his feet were fast, and it didn't take long for him to meet the old man who was in a hurry.

Xie Xingkong, the first sword in the rivers and lakes!

But I haven't seen each other for two years, and this famous swordsman has grown old like this, and when I see each other at first glance, I almost dare not recognize each other.

"Where are you going?"

The flash of joy in Xie Xingkong's eyes was fleeting, and he said indiscriminately: "Wherever you go, you will be there." "He has been killing all his life, and he has seen through the red dust early, and there is only an incomparable persistence left. Or, in other words, what exactly he is insisting on, even he himself is a little unclear.

"Looking for Shushan?"

Xie Xingkong's eyes were gloomy: "It's too far, you may never find it." ”

Immortal fate is like snow, but you never know that under the sky, which piece is real.

A brief conversation followed by separation, and although it seemed that the two were going in the same direction, it was just that the roads had long been clear and impossible to come together.

Entering the flowery Jingshi, passing through the streets and alleys, I came to an ordinary courtyard outside, pushed open the door, and heard a crisp voice inside:

"Brother, you're back. ”

It's back, it's another year!(To be continued.) )

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Dafu left the world, a lone teenager, and occasionally had the opportunity to enter the path, cultivate truth, and understand morality. Bamboo cane and mango shoes, step by step, cross the sea of suffering, tread the road, and preach immortality.

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