"This sheep pen is good, Xuanzhou pen, worth a little money; this book of "Qi Harmonic Records" has a lot of small characters left by the predecessors of the analysis, very good; this pair of sixty-four hexagram peach wood cards naturally needless to say, superb; this Han Dynasty landscape painting is also rare......"

The inside of the wing room was already a mess, and the furniture and decorations and other furnishings were all scattered, and there was no elegant appearance before that. Xie Lingyun stretched out his hand to take off the landscape painting on the wall and roll it up, then put it into a basket on the ground next to him, and then continued to rummage through the valuable things around him.

And the big basket is about to be fully loaded, there is no gold, silver and jewelry, all of them are the favorites of some young people, perhaps in the eyes of the pawnshop court, the most precious will be the copper coin sword used in the town to ward off evil spirits.

Xie Lingyun immediately found another piece of inkstone, turned around and was about to put it in the basket, but the basket was full of treasures, and he couldn't help sighing, his young face was full of unrelenting expressions. As if he could understand those things, he sighed: "You don't have to be sad, it's not you who bear me, it's me who bears you, and I should be ashamed." Don't be resentful, I don't want to live up to it, but this time it's really urgent......"

After putting Mo Yan in, he shook his fist at the basket full of treasures, and said, "I hope you can meet a better confidant and meet again!"

In the northwest of Jinling City, there is a famous green mountain "Yecheng Mountain", according to legend, in the Spring and Autumn Period, Wu Wang Lu once set up an official here, so that the sword casting master cadre, Mo Xie cast the sword, left a lot of legends through the ages. Later, a Xuanguan called Chaotian Palace was built on the mountain, which belonged to a branch of the Southern Sect of the Taoist Danding School, which pulled up the mountain gate from hundreds of years ago, and went through several dynasties and generations, and has been passed down to this day.

Xie Lingyun is the true third disciple of Nanyangzi, the current master of the temple, he came to the Taoist Temple when he was a baby, and was raised by the master and uncle, the master is like a father, and the brothers are like brothers, Chaotian Palace is his home. At present, the Taoist temple is in difficulty, and he needs to raise money to deal with it, everyone is smashing pots and selling iron, and valuable items are pawned, of course, he has to do his part.

"This painting?" he looked at an ink painting on the wall next to the wooden bed, signed in red as Xie Lingyun, he shook his head and smiled: "Although I think you are worth a thousand gold, no one knows how to appreciate it." ”

The painting scroll is not painted with landscape figures, but very strange landscapes, like fireflies dotted on a lot of large logs, which is really puzzling, but this is normal, because it comes from dreams.

Xie Lingyun has had strange dreams since he was a child, dreaming of another world, another life, those memories gradually woke up with his age, and those vague concepts of things gradually became clear. In the dream, he lived to be in his twenties, and with a traffic accident, this long, long dream came to an abrupt end, and it was less than a month ago.

If you are a person in the world, you will understand when you look at this painting, this is a night view of the high-rise buildings of the city from the top of the mountain.

Is it Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, or Butterfly Mengzhuang Zhou? He doesn't know, obviously now he is Xie Lingyun, this is the world of the Great Li Dynasty, the Jinling of the Middle Earth Shenzhou.

In the world, only Master Nanyangzi knows that he often has this strange dream, and the master smiled and said: "This is a good thing, the old man sleeps three times a day, isn't it just for this dream?" Because according to the past, people who have had Nanke Dream and Huangliang Dream will be enlightened and attained enlightenment, such as the experience of "Lu Zu" Lu Dongbin.

When Lu Zu went to Beijing to take the exam, he met a Taoist Mr. Yunfang in a wine shop in Chang'an, and they had a very happy conversation. In the evening, the Taoist personally cooked for him, Lu Zu fell asleep a little sleepy, he dreamed that he had won the top prize in the "Chinese cuisine country", all the way to the official worship of the prime minister, children and grandchildren, really enjoyed the glory and wealth; but suddenly committed the felony of raiding the house, his wife was separated, and he became a poor and lonely old man.

At this time, he woke up from a dream, and Mr. Yunfang's rice was not yet cooked, and the forty years in the dream were only a while later, Mr. Yunfang looked at him and said, "The yellow sorghum is still unripe, and I dreamed of Chinese food." ”

Lu Zu was enlightened because of this, so he did not take the imperial examination, and followed the Taoist to cultivate, and later became an immortal and became one of the ancestors of the Danding faction, which is the Huangliang dream.

That strange dream naturally gave Xie Lingyun early wisdom and some indescribable knowledge, but he felt that he was still a teenager, so he couldn't even let go of these treasures in front of him...... Oh yes, Xie Lingyun patted his head and muttered in his heart: "I was only in my twenties when I woke up from the dream, and I hadn't tried to add fragrance to my red sleeves, I hadn't tried many things, I just helped an old woman cross the road, and I became a benevolent person like this, which can't blame me for not realizing it." ”

I thought of Lu Zu and thought of a poem, but later a down-and-out scholar sighed after listening to the story of Huangliang's dream, and made a crooked poem: "In the past forty years, the prince and the marquis, even if it is a dream, it is also romantic." I am in despair and want to borrow a pillow from Mr. ”

"I empathize, I want to borrow a pillow from my husband! that pillow should be very valuable, right?"

Xie Lingyun looked at the head of the bed, stretched out his hand, and with a bang, he put the bamboo porcelain pillow he had pillowed for many years into the basket. And he had already tried it before, he could have that dream wherever he slept, and the master borrowed a pillow and used it for a few nights, but nothing happened, it had no magical powers, just an ordinary porcelain pillow.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a stack of family letters that had been pressed under the porcelain pillow, and he couldn't help but pick it up and flip through it a few times, although he had read each one many times, he still gradually became fascinated.

Most of the names on the letter are "righteousness", which is his great name Xie Gongyi, and Lingyun is his word. In fact, he is not a native of Jinling, but a family from the capital, because of some secrets, the family was afraid that he would not be able to raise him, so he was sent to Jiangnan here to help raise Chaotian Palace, so he also has a nickname "Ake".

But others only know that Lu Dao Xie Ke is a child of a foreigner, and his background is a secret.

In fact, even he couldn't figure out what his family was afraid of, and when he asked about this, the master was also confused: "I have a gentleman's friendship with your grandfather, which is as light as water, and it is not vulgar to ask so much? Besides, when I saw you cute, how could I bear to shirk it? As for what happened, the teacher is as clear as you, but the teacher knows that you grow up safely and securely, which is the greatest expectation of your family and the teacher." ”

In the past fifteen years, only his grandfather came once when he was four or five years old, and then there was a correspondence once or twice a year, he didn't even know the appearance of his parents, and the world only knew Gongren, Gongxiao, and Gongxin, thinking that the fourth child of the Xie family died as soon as he was born.

"Let it be. Xie Lingyun put all the letters back, not to mention that the Xie family, who was far away in the capital, was unwilling to help for this matter, he himself was unwilling to accept their favors, and then looked around, there were happy memories from childhood to adulthood, he nodded: "I have always been at home, and I am now." ”

Thinking of this, those feelings of reluctance to give up on the baby have faded, and Chaotian Palace is the most important.

Xie Lingyun rummaged through the room again, and threw all the paper, pen and ink worth a few copper coins into the basket, until he couldn't find a decent thing anymore, so he dragged the big basket and walked out of the door of the wing room.

There happened to be a few people in the courtyard outside, and when they saw his bulky figure dragging a basket, one of the children in the chief horn of the blue Taoist robe suddenly cheered and jumped and ran: "Senior brother, senior brother, you really hid a box of gold!"