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Zeng Xian sent Zi Baifeng to the back door of Zhizheng Courtyard, and stopped to watch Zi Baifeng walk into the courtyard.

Before Zi Baifeng entered the door, he turned his head, looked at Zeng Xian, and said, "Since it has been decided, I still have many things to tell you." In Xijing, I have many enemies, and these enemies may want to take my life and then hurry up, if you really want to follow me, there is no way back. ”

Zeng Xian's heart tightened, but there is no easy task on the path of cultivation, who has no enemies? When he first made an offering to the Jin family in Yancheng, he also escorted a caravan and died nine times on the road.

Seeing Zeng Xian nodding slowly and heavily, Zi Baifeng said again: "Since this is the case, then I will give you a piece of advice." ”

Zi Baifeng turned around and went into the courtyard, but Zeng Xian was still thinking about Zi Baifeng's words.

"Proud bones, only proud bones?"

Cultivating immortals first cultivates the heart, and cultivating the heart must cultivate the bones.

I don't know where Lu Dao heard a sentence, and suddenly came out of Zeng Xian's mind.

Zeng Xian frowned, many things that had been completely forgotten in the depths of his memory suddenly popped up.

Master's old face, the earnest teachings before letting himself go down the mountain.

Before his parents sent him up the mountain, there was a reluctant look in his eyes.

At the moment when he saw the immortal cultivators who came and went, he made a grand wish outside the door of the small inn.

Yes, before the master died, he rushed back to see the master's most embarrassing face.

"After a lifetime of business, I am still stumbling in old age, caught up in mundane things, and I forgot my original intention unconsciously. Cultivating immortals first cultivates the heart, and cultivating the heart must cultivate the bones. I didn't understand this sentence that your ancestor left me until I died, so I told you this sentence, hoping that you could understand. No more repeating my old ways. ”

It was in order not to repeat Master's path that he resolutely embarked on a wandering journey.

But when did you lose your pride?

But what can the proud bone give himself?

Zeng Xian raised his head, above the small courtyard, the sunset seemed to refract a hexagonal pillar of light in the aura, and he could feel that behind this door, there was a suffocating aura, allowing him to absorb the aura freely and freely.

And if you want to enter this door, you must pass this month's test.

And after this month, there will never be a day when pigs and dogs are inferior to the present.

One month.

Proud bones.

......

Zi Baifeng entered the courtyard, and Zi Wu greeted him and said, "Did you buy the things I asked me to bring...... Huh, so much?"

Zi Baifeng put all kinds of large and small packages on his body on the table, and Zi Wu was like a child seeing a toy, eagerly opening it to see.

"What is it? I'll see...... Ouch. "Xiao Shi came back from riding on the snow earlier, he was curious about what he saw, and when he heard this, he immediately came forward and wanted to take a look, but he was clawed by Zi Wu.

"Little dirty hands, don't touch them, go and wash your hands first when you go home!" Zi Wu first instructed the little stone, and then said to Zi Jian who was on the side: "You see that the hair of the snow makes the little stone harmful, hurry up and help the snow brush your body." ”

"Oh......" Zijian blinked and turned away.

Zi Wu happily picked up a bag, opened it and looked at it.

The ink bought by Zi Baifeng has high, medium and low grades, and the low-grade ink is wrapped in paper casually and packed in a rope pocket, but the high-grade ink is placed in a brocade box, and it is also equipped with satin, which is extremely luxurious.

Zi Wu took a piece of low-grade ink first, looked at it carefully, shook his head, and put it aside.

It doesn't seem like this is good.

Then he picked up another piece, examined it carefully, and even licked it with his tongue, then frowned again and shook his head again.

Zi Baifeng has never seen such a Zi Wu family, the current Zi Wu family, where is it like the gentle and graceful aunt and mother, where is it like the little daughter-in-law who struggles to survive with low eyebrows and small stones, and where is it like the strong woman who dares to love and hate, this is clearly a strong woman in modern society, and she is also a strong woman with skills.

After a while, Xiaoshi and Zijian both came back, but both the father and son were driven far away by Zi Wu: "Hairy, don't break it for me!"

When it came to the high-grade ink, Zi Wu frowned even tighter, and it was not enough to use the three methods such as looking, smelling, and tasting, but also to carve some toner with a knife and twist it carefully in his hand.

"Come, Bai Feng, you can help me test the ink. After arriving at the end, Zi Wu picked out three pieces from the middle and said to Zi Bai.

"I'm going to get the inkstone!" Xiao Shi turned and ran away, and after a short time he ran back with pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Zijian very consciously went to grind the ink, Zi Baifeng's mother and son spread out the paper, and when the ink was ready, Zi Baifeng waved his pen, and the strong handwriting appeared on the paper.

"Good ink!" Zi Baifeng nodded, the ink was full and black, with very little smudge, one stroke down, very three-dimensional, and there were indeed few such good inks in the ink used by Zi Baifeng.

Zi Wu shook his head and asked him to change another kind of ink.

After a while, all three kinds of ink were tried, Zi Baifeng could only sigh, worthy of the real high-quality ink, sure enough, the pen is crisp, the ink color is natural, the ink is spiritual, both virtual and real, but there is no fault at all, and the change is the same.

You can't get this kind of good ink in Mongolia.

"Good ink, good ink!" Zi Baifeng couldn't help but admire, although he himself worked in calligraphy and painting, he really didn't pay much attention to ink, and he could use it. In addition, it is only used to process official documents on weekdays, and it is a waste to use good ink.

Zi Wu shook his head, turned around and walked back to the room, and after a while, took out a small brocade box.

When I opened the brocade box, there was a small piece of ink inside, I don't know who used the rest of it, but it was treasured by the Wu family.

"Try this. Zi Wu pushed Zi Jian away, carefully washed the inkstone, and then grinded it himself.

Not long after, the fragrant fragrance wafted out of the inkstone, it was the fragrance of hibiscus, it was already late autumn, but it seemed to have returned to midsummer, the hibiscus blossomed outside the window, and the sound of cicadas chirping.

Zi Baifeng took a breath of the aroma lightly, and immediately felt that his mood calmed down, he grabbed the wolf's hair, soaked up the ink, and the lines of books jumped on the paper: "In an instant, the ten springs are lost, and the rich garden is washed away." By asking the shepherd boy to set up wine, try the plum and give birth to benevolence. ”

Write all the way, after the completion of a volume of "Falling Flower Poems", the ink also happened to run out, Zi Baifeng remembered for a long time, and said: "Good ink, good ink, excellent ink!

This long scroll of falling flowers poems, written a full roll of paper, Zi Baifeng has not written like this for a long time, only feel refreshed, not only not tired, but feel quite energetic.

Zi Wu stretched out his hand and gently stroked the scroll of paper, his eyes were full of love and pride, and said: "This kind of ink, let my son use it without insulting it, and none of the Mr. Ink Testers invited in those years are as good as my son's handwriting." ”

Zi Baifeng was a little embarrassed by Zi Wu's praise, scratched his head, and laughed.

"That is, and it doesn't depend on whose seed it is. Zijian was very polite.

Zi Wu glanced at him, full of amorous feelings, Zi Baifeng pretended not to see this ambiguous interaction between his father and mother, Zi Wu turned his head and said to Zi Baifeng: "You know that my mother's family is ink-making, my grandmother is the youngest daughter of an ink-making master, although the ink-making skills are passed on to men and women, but since childhood, the craftsmanship is also very good, my family's ink-making skills are passed down by my grandmother." This piece of ink was brought by my grandmother from her mother's house, and I used the rest of it, and I was reluctant to use it again, and when I got married, my grandmother gave it to me. ”

Zi Wu raised his head and said, "Sometimes I think that my grandmother must have given it to me for some reason...... "Zi Wu showed a look of reverie, "When I was young, my grandmother has been teaching me how to make ink and telling me some knowledge of ink making, but after I got married, I never ...... When my grandmother died, I didn't even go back to see her old man......"

Zi Wu covered her cheeks, and Zi Jian hugged her into his arms.

Zi Baifeng knew that there was a dream hidden in Zi Wu's heart.

Everyone once had a dream hidden in their hearts, but the vast majority of people did not have the courage and power to pursue this dream.

In the past ten years, Ziwu's life was miserable, her husband died early, her uncle was ruthless, and Zijian was in love, but he didn't dare to take the last step.

All of this has changed in this year, and in this year, Zi Wu's life has undergone earth-shaking changes, and sometimes she even wonders if all this is a dream.

But it's all so real, and her life has been so fulfilled that she has no regrets.

She was already living in her own dreams, so she had a bigger pursuit.

So she remembered the dream she had chased, the dream she had in her grandmother's warm embrace when she was in the boudoir.

These days, Zi Baifeng has been instilling a truth in his father and mother, that is, they are very young, very young.

Zi Jian is only thirty-three years old, and Zi Wu is twenty-nine years old, if it was in Zi Baifeng's previous life, these people themselves would still be big children, maybe they wouldn't be married yet.

And now, they have all entered the threshold of cultivation, they have the nourishment of spiritual energy, and they do not seek to become holy immortals, they do not have to cultivate hard, and the rest of the days can enjoy life to the fullest, or pursue their dreams.

And now, he is relieved to see that his father and mother have finally taken the first step bravely.

Zi Wu raised his head from Zi Jian's arms, wiped his tears embarrassedly, and said, "Bai Feng, you wait first, I still have a piece of ink for you to try." ”

Zi Wu took out a wooden box from his room, and as soon as he opened it, he smelled the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

"This is ......" The taste of osmanthus is too familiar to Zi Baifeng.

"Gui Qingmo. Zijian Xianbao generally preemptively said, happy, "The mold I made, the ink I pressed." ”

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