A peasant girl through the ages

Chapter 418 Familiar Handwriting

Cycling all the way was effortless for Xinyu. When he got to the foot of the mountain, he locked the car and went up the mountain road. He made a turn halfway to find the prey. Where there are mountains, there must be wild animals.

There should be no one coming to this place. There is no way for people to come out at all. Xinyu has to cut a way out while walking. There are shrubs and vines everywhere. If you are not careful, your arm will be covered by weeds or The cane was stabbed.

I don't know if it's because there are few hunters here or there are other reasons. Anyway, she started hunting pheasants and rabbits within a short time, and finally she got a roe deer. When the things are done, go back the same way. When she is on the right way, she hides the prey first, and then walks swaggeringly towards the Taoist temple on the mountain.

From afar, Xinyu could see tall buildings. From a distance, the place was quite big, and she could imagine how much manpower and material resources were spent in its construction.

The closer Xinyu got to the front, the more emotional she felt. The place is huge, but unfortunately there are no people, and she can hardly see anyone. Also, no one will come to this place at this time. Isn't it just looking for trouble?But she is an exception, and what I come to see now is the original building.

Xinyu walked in so boldly, and no one stopped her, let alone collected the entrance fee from her. When she reached the main hall, Xinyu was surprised that there was someone inside. A thin old man with a gray beard was sitting on the futon. Sitting with her eyes closed, seeing that the other party was wearing a patched Taoist robe, Xin Yu secretly sighed, and then saluted the old Taoist.

"Daozhang, excuse me, I want to offer incense sticks, but we don't have any incense sticks, can I borrow the incense sticks from Guanli?"

The old Taoist didn't open his eyes, but the person responded. Xinyu got up and put a stick of incense, and then looked around. It was familiar, it was the book she often read, Xinyu's heart jumped wildly, she picked up the book and opened it to see the writing inside, but the content was about Tao.

Xinyu saw that the old man hadn't opened his eyes, and she didn't know what the rules were, but she also wanted to know who wrote this book.

Xinyu opened her mouth and still didn't ask, but sat directly in front of the old Taoist, and she also meditated cross-legged.

Xinyu closed her eyes and asked, "Master Daoist, I can ask who wrote the book on the desk, I hope you can tell me a thing or two—"

It's a pity that the old Taoist didn't say a word, and Xinyu didn't say anything. The two of them closed their eyes and meditated. In fact, the Taoist priest heard what Xinyu asked. He just didn't want to understand where the little girl in front of him came from. How could he ask this question?

The most important thing is that the Taoist chief doesn't know what the purpose of Xinyu is. Now almost no one comes here. What is the little girl doing here in this mountain? Don't worry about her own safety?

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at Xinyu in front of him. The little girl has a very good face and is a very lucky person.

And the old Taoist could also see that the little girl in front of him was really in meditation, so he couldn't figure out what was going on with the little girl?Even at such a young age, he still has some wisdom.

"Girl, why are you asking me this question?"

Xinyu opened his eyes and looked at the old Taoist: "Master Taoist, I have some doubts in my heart that have not been resolved, because I also have a book in my hand, and the handwriting is the same as this one, it should be written by the same person, I just want to I know who the author is, because the book in my hand has written a lot, and I can see that the author is a person with a story. Since I got this book by fate, I want to know where the person who wrote the book is. Where? Is everyone safe?"

The old Taoist looked at Xinyu again, and Xinyu could feel a little sharpness in his eyes, and Xinyu looked at the other party with a peaceful face: "Master Dao, I have no malicious intentions."

The scrutiny of the old man made Xinyu think it was funny, this old man must know who this book writer is.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you asking this?"

Xinyu smiled: "Master Dao, it doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who is the person who wrote the book? Because this person is related to the rise and fall of a family."

Having reached this point, Xinyu stared at the other party without blinking: "Then should I know where this person is? Who is she?"

The old Taoist inspected Xinyu's head from his head to his feet: "Little girl, this is too serious, she can't bear the responsibility of the family's rise and fall, and besides, people return to dust, what does the rise and fall have anything to do with her? "

Xinyu smiled wryly: "It seems that the Taoist priest still doesn't believe me. Since this person has returned to dust, I can ask why she disappeared. Where are her relatives?"

There was something Xinyu couldn't understand in the eyes of the old man: "Little girl, why have you been obsessed with finding this answer? Can you tell me about this person, do you know her?"

Xinyu shook her head: "I've seen the things she wrote, similar to diaries or travel notes, especially a story, people who have no personal experience can't write such words, Taoist, you must know who she is, right?"

The old man smiled bitterly: "What if I don't want to answer your question?"

Xinyu frowned: "You don't need to say it, but I will come to this place every day, and I will even live in this place. Didn't you say that you are all Qingxiu? I eat barbecue here every day. Daoist, I I don't know if you can bear it after a long time?"

The old man sighed and shook his head: "You girl, you are planning to fight me. Okay, let's just talk about this book writer?

I didn't expect that you could still remember her handwriting. It's considered intentional. There is still a poor niece in this world who can miss my poor niece. It seems that the two of you are destined to be close. "

Xinyu smiled: "Maybe this fate was doomed a long time ago? Daoist Master, we Ming people don't speak dark words, I just say what I have. I got this book from an elder. I also I asked her, and she said that the person who wrote the book is gone, but she didn't say why this person disappeared, but I think people who can love the mountains and rivers shouldn't just disappear. Is there something wrong with it? What I don't know?"

The Taoist priest sighed: "Little girl, let's talk in another place——"

Xinyu went outside with Taoist Priest, and sat on a stone bench under the shade of a tree. The old Taoist looked at the distant scenery and said lightly: "Girl, I'm afraid you are also a person with a story? After reading a book, you can think There are so many people who can still think of looking for writing, you can be regarded as a caring person.”

The old Taoist touched the manuscript in his hand and said with a lonely face: "This is written by my niece, and the person is indeed gone. I don't know why. When I received the news, I was told that the person was gone. Someone Helped with the burial, that person was a friend who claimed to be my niece, how did she die, the other party did not elaborate, only said that she died of illness, maybe the person who notified me was your elder."

(End of this chapter)