Chapter 221: Ink Washing

After worshipping the bronze statue of Zai I, the master of Zai I Hall at this time has come out, this is a gray-haired old man, but very spiritual, childish and crane-haired. There is quite a bit of Taoist fairy wind and bones, a purple robe, and the best Su embroidery longevity is on it. Behind him were dozens of high-ranking people who had dominated my hall. Soul Luo couldn't help but be a little curious about this hall master.

"This time, I have been too lazy, and I hope Mr. Soul Luo will forgive me. The old man said, and then saluted, and the crowd behind him saluted. By this time, his teeth had already fallen out, and only bare gums remained. The face is full of ravines, but it is indeed full of red light. It's a bit uncomfortable. Soul Luo salutes.

"The hall master is serious, a certain family is just a junior, and he became the Situ Gong of this Wu clan by chance, but this time he came to Weihai City according to the friends of the three gentlemen, Zifu, Ziyi, and Nianfeng, if you are like this, it will make a certain family seem uncomfortable. Soul Luo said.

"Although you came to Weihai City according to the friends of the three of them, but after all, you are the Situ Gong of the Wu clan, and your status is noble, if you don't follow the etiquette, it will really make us rude, this is a sin, and it will also make the sons laugh at my Confucian behavior, this is a big sin, Mr. Soul Luo, you don't have to make excuses anymore." It's normal for me to wait for you to be our guest. ”

"Eh, this is a matter that a certain family has not thought through. Soul Fall said. "You see me as the Situ Gong of the Wu Clan, and I see you as an elder, what do you think of this? Mutual respect can be regarded as according to etiquette, otherwise it will really make a certain family uncomfortable. "Soul Luo was standing side by side with the hall master of the slaughter of me at this time, although the soul of Luo was young, but he was eight feet long, and compared to the hall master of the slaughter, he was half a head taller than him. The master of the hall is more like a little old man.

"Well, since Mr. Soul Luo is so insistent, this is also excellent. But there was indeed something today, so I didn't greet him in person, which was rude. Said the Lord of the Hall. "Except for the chief seats, the first priest, the ceremonial officials, and the prayer seal, the others should retreat. ”

"Yui!" everyone returned the salute and slowly retreated, and there were only a dozen people left in the huge alley.

"Mr. Soul Luo is a guest after all, in fact, we only had a meeting today for one thing, but after discussing for two hours, we didn't talk about a result, Mr. Su asked Mr. Soul Luo is very smart, I don't know if he can solve our doubts?"

"Well, you are all seniors, and you are the last of a certain family, I am afraid it will be difficult to get into the hall of elegance, which is insulting to Sven, so that you can laugh. At this time, everyone has sat down, the soul and the master of the hall are sitting on the main seat, the others are sitting down in turn, the little boy prepares the tea, and Nian Feng holds the sword in his hand, standing behind the master of the hall of slaughter.

"Mr. Soul Luo, don't be presumptuous, as the so-called authorities are confused, bystanders are clear, sometimes people outside may see more clearly," the master of the hall smiled lightly, a little boy poured the tea, and suddenly the whole alley was full of tea fragrance, which made people fascinated.

"I don't know if this is 、、、、、、"

"This is the spring of green buds, which is taken from the first bud of the best early spring, and then picked when it is exposed an inch, and the tea is boiled in snow water on the plum blossoms of the third field of early winter, and it has such a fragrance. This tea tasting is like tasting people. I wonder what Mr. Soul Luo thinks of that child?"

This 、、、、、、 was only the first time I saw him today, and I didn't know his past, so I didn't dare to give a proverb. This 、、、、、、 good tea, good tea. Soul Luo said.

"Mr. Soul Luo, you just listened to my rough talk, and you have this praise, it seems a little inappropriate, you still have to be careful. The hall master took a sip of tea and tasted it in his mouth. "The entrance is fragrant, but with bitterness, it is a good tea, but there are many ups and downs. ”

"Since it's a tea tasting, you have to taste it carefully, but this person still knows a lot before he can give a proverb. Soul Luo said. "As the saying goes, the more you understand, the more you can see a person. ”

"Mr. Soul Luo, I'll take care of this matter. At this time, a jinshi stood up and saluted and said. "You are right, tea is good tea, people are good people, but people's origins are inappropriate. Thirty years ago, a town more than 300 miles away from Weihai City suffered a drought that was rare in a century. "Tasting tea is like tasting people, and Soul Luo tastes tea. The taste is also a person, and the boast is tea, and naturally it is also a person.

"Under the circumstances at that time, people had to go out to flee the famine, less than a month was starvation all over the wilderness, although the imperial court and Confucianism took action in time, but the population was too large nearly a million, and then within half a month, the disaster directly harmed the three cities, and the number of people affected by the disaster rose instantly, and we were also willing but powerless. At that time, the disaster was only 100 miles away from Weihai City, and the people in the city were panicked for a while. ”

"This disaster lasted for nearly five months, and finally it was realized that it was a monster, and although it was killed, it was still nearly a year before it was relieved. In fact, among those who fled was the mother of ink. Mo Xi was just born at that time, his father died of starvation in that famine, and Mo Xi's mother came to Weihai City alone with Mo Xi. ”

At that time, Mo Xi's mother was unaccompanied, and she was a weak woman, so in order to make a living, she built a shack in the eastern suburbs of the fireworks land, laid a straw mat, and directly began to sell herself on it, two copper plates at a time, this sale is half a year, nearly 30 times a day, and it is because of this that Mo Xi can survive. At first, it was not called ink washing, but his original name was stone, and later he entered the academy and changed his name to ink washing. I once asked him why he called it ink washing, and he said that he would wash away the lead with ink. Shine on the world. As he spoke, he smiled softly. Some people look down on the way ink washes.

"Oh?" At this time, Soul Luo was also surprised.

"Moze was filial to his mother, but it did not change the fact that his mother was a prostitute. Who is like this, after entering the door for nearly twenty years, he has always been just a child, although his cultivation is fast, but he only became a four-star waiter at the age of thirty, which is still a little poor. That's why I've been bullied repeatedly, and now we're talking about whether or not to dissuade this student," said the man.

"This is a family matter, but the opinions of the hall are different, Mr. Soul Luo is a foreigner, I don't know what his opinion is?"

"Huh?" Soul Luo looked at everyone, and also understood that if he wanted to add a difficulty to himself now, he would have to argue with himself.

(End of chapter)