Chapter 186： One surnamed Yan and one surnamed Zhang

Chapter 186 One surnamed Yan and the other surnamed Zhang

The pattering rain last night had already stopped when Zhu Ping’an’s second article on Pingwa Ce was finished.

In the early morning, Zhu Pingan opened the window after washing, and instantly felt a gust of fresh air rushing towards his face. As expected, the rain washed away the floating dust in the sky, and the air quality was better than the smoggy modern city. Thousands of times.

Zhu Ping'an put the copybook and a handwritten booklet from the desk into the schoolbag on his shoulders, and then took out the pancakes that his mother Chen made when she came. But after more than two days, the pancakes had already had a faint sour taste. However, thinking of his mother baking pancakes overnight, Zhu Pingan still wrapped the remaining two pancakes and some pickles in paper, sandwiched a black wooden board, and took them downstairs together.

I ordered a bowl of porridge in the lobby, and ate everything with oil cakes and pickles.

After breakfast, Zhu Ping'an walked slowly towards the bank of the Qinhuai River as usual with his schoolbag slung across his shoulders and a black board between his hands.

Because of the heavy rain in the past few days, the Qinhuai River has risen a lot. After passing a stone step, Zhu Pingan took a bamboo tube from his schoolbag to fill the river water, and went to the woods where he used to practice calligraphy and reading.

On the other side of the Qinhuai River, a girl with a pendant bun and extremely gorgeous clothes got up and opened the window, then suddenly became agitated, stretched out her slender hands and pulled down the seventeen or eighteen girls who were dressing beside her, and pointed out the window to the other side of the Qinhuai River, Some excitedly said: "Sister, do you think that figure is your benefactor?"

The girl who was dressing up next to her heard the words, put down the rouge in her hand, and hurriedly looked out the window, but there were only boats coming and going in her sight, and no one was there.

"My good sister, don't lie to my sister again. We admitted it wrong the first two times. We can't dream of such a gentle and jade-like son." The dressed girl turned around from the window in disappointment. Persuade the girl next to her.

"But, but sister. I seem to have really seen it just now." The girl with the ponytail puffed up her mouth.

"You said the same thing the last two times." The seventeen-eight girl said angrily, and then pulled the girl with the pony bun to sit in front of the dressing table, and began to dress her up.

The fallen leaves covered the entire forest, and the ground could not be seen. Even the stones used to practice calligraphy were covered with fallen leaves. However, the air in the forest was very good, fresh and mixed with the fragrance of the soil, refreshing.

Zhu Ping'an picked up a branch and cleaned the stone. Put the black wooden board on it, put a thick coarse cloth on the small stone on the other side, and sit on it to practice calligraphy. Zhu Pingan's calligraphy now has its own style, and it is definitely at the level of the first prize in the current calligraphy competition.

Slowly, morning light appeared in the east, and gradually the sun also rose.

The sun shone through the gaps in the woods and shone on Zhu Pingan who was leaning over to practice calligraphy, casting a faint golden halo on him.

"Good words, good words."

There was a sudden voice beside him. Zhu Pingan, who was practicing calligraphy, was taken aback. When he looked up, he saw an old man dressed as a Taoist standing beside him, talking to him about the words he had written on the black wooden board. Full of praise.

This old man has white hair but has a ruddy complexion and an elegant demeanor. He wears a purple sun scarf and gossip clothes. The sleeves fluttered in the gentle breeze, exuding an old **** stick aura from his whole body.

Nima, when did this old magic stick come?

Zhu Ping'an was so frightened by the old man's abrupt voice that he almost threw the writing brush in his hand. After he regained his composure, he looked up and down at the old magic stick. Wei Wei curled his lips, this old man dressed up to be quite decent.

"Hiss..." The old man made such a sound after Zhu Ping'an raised his head.

Are you a Taoist priest or a snake spirit! Yarn! Bad review!

Zhu Pingan complained in his heart, looked at the surprised expression of the old man, and slandered, the next sentence of the old man would not be to say, Sao Nian, I see your face is amazed, the heaven is full, you must be extraordinary.

The next second, the old voice sounded

"Young master, I think you look quite extraordinary."

Really, it has been a routine for hundreds of years.

Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but laughed, "How much money does the Daoist need for a hexagram? I'm afraid I will disappoint the Daoist. The kid is shy in his pocket and has nothing in his sleeves, but he can't give the Daoist hexagram money."

"Poverty only asks fate, not money."

The old Taoist looked at Zhu Pingan and shook his head, with an inscrutable look, he stroked his long beard, and the aura of magic stick all over his body exuded to the extreme.

"This son doesn't seem to believe the words of the poor?" The old **** stick asked lightly.

Zhu Pingan stood up, cupped his hands, nodded sincerely and said: "To tell you the truth, I don't believe in this Taoist. I only have a few copper coins with me, so I have the right to treat the Taoist priest to breakfast. I have to study for exams, so I'm rude." .”

Zhu Ping'an took out a dozen copper coins from his schoolbag, handed them to the old Taoist in front of him, and signaled the old Taoist to take the money to have breakfast, and don't bother himself to read.

Then, things were a little unexpected for Zhu Pingan. This old man was quite professional, but he shook his head and refused. He didn't even look at the copper coins that Zhu Pingan handed over, and he was still muttering:

"The head is the **** of the sun, the face is the ancestor of the five elements, the spiritual abode of the hundreds of veins, and the spiritual path of the five internal organs. Only the image of the three talents determines the gains and losses of the whole body. The appearance of a young man is extraordinary. I saw two people."

The old Taoist said, and stretched out **** with a look of magic stick.

Zhu Ping'an was not at all interested in the two people that the old Taoist said, and only wanted to send this old magic stick away as soon as possible so that he could read the book early.

"The Taoist leader must not reveal the secret."

If it was common sense, Zhu Ping'an would definitely ask the old man who the two were, but at this time Zhu Ping'an only wanted to read more books and didn't play cards according to common sense at all.

Zhu Ping'an's words have reached this level, and the old Taoist still has the calm and breezy atmosphere of the old **** stick, and he doesn't feel embarrassed at all, "It's okay, it's okay if you don't believe in the poor way. To be honest, the poor way doesn't believe it. Young master's face is even more extraordinary than those two people that Pindao saw before."

Is this veteran still relying on it?

Zhu Ping'an looked at the book he was copying in his hand, and was a little speechless.

The old Taoist noticed the book in Zhu Pingan's hand, but he shook his head with a smile on his face, and his mouth was like a stick.

"This book is not worthy of your face."

Hearing this, Zhu Ping'an was even more speechless. This book he copied was Zhu Xi's edition of the Four Books and Five Classics. Just now you said that my face is extraordinary, if you don’t rely on this to take the imperial examination, what is it that makes you extraordinary, contradicting yourself

By the way, this old man didn’t fool himself into buying books, right?

Zhu Ping'an had this idea, and saw that the old man took out two thick wrinkled books from nowhere, and handed them to himself very cleverly.

It really is! Zhu Pingan was speechless.

"These two books are worthy of the son's appearance." The old Taoist said, and put the two books in Zhu Pingan's hands.

Strong buying and strong selling?

But what happened next was beyond Zhu Pingan's expectation. Before Zhu Pingan could say anything, the old Taoist put the book in Zhu Pingan's hands, and then drifted away.

"Pin Dao saw two people, one surnamed Yan, the other surnamed Zhang. There are already tigers in the famous mountains, and young tigers have entered the forests, so you can take care of yourself."

I'm so tired these days.

(end of this chapter)