Heavenly Genius

He said that he didn't understand, and Niu Youdao pretended not to understand, otherwise a boy in the village could understand some of this.

Chatted casually again, Niu Youdao returned to the yard.

The yard was wavy for a while, and entered the "Peach Blossom Hall" to sit on the futon, and pulled a small basket with debris on the side. There were needles, scissors and the like, and two bronze mirrors. The works seem to be everyday objects, and there are no obvious abnormalities, but one of the bronze mirrors is the one he brought.

East Guo Haoran entrusted such a solemn thing, he stored it at random, nothing more than the most dangerous place is the safest place, the hiding is too strict and turned out to be suspicious.

Tumbled around with a bronze mirror, he wondered where to go about this thing.

Dong Guo Haoran's account was obviously extraordinary. He was entrusted with the matter of his life. His previous life was born in rivers and lakes. He could have such qualifications on rivers and lakes. There was naturally the word "morality" in his heart. To admonish things can only be handed over to Tang Mu, not to let the third party know, which makes him very embarrassed.

He also hesitated whether to give things to the Shang Qingzong. The reason for the hesitation was certainly explained by Dong Guo Haoran, and because Shang Qingzong really did not treat him, he has been put under house arrest until now. So he wanted to ponder this bronze mirror carefully to see if he could find out the mystery, and then decide whether to hand it to Shang Qingzong according to the situation.

However, so far, he has used various methods for this bronze mirror, such as fire roasting, water immersion, lighting, tapping, listening, etc., and he has not been able to figure out any clues. This bronze mirror seems to be integrated, judging by the sound of knocking. There are no signs of any organs in it.

He is now a bit doubtful whether this bronze mirror is similar to a token.

Turned back and forth to check, still the same, didn't see anything, Niu Youdao squashed his teeth, and then threw the bronze mirror back into the small basket.

Afterwards, he performed some daily exercises on the body, carrying a heavy load, splitting the rope over the cantilever, and so on. It was not to cultivate any courage but to exercise the flexibility of the body. According to his experience in rivers and lakes, he knows that the need to unlock some limbs and the angle of self-defense requires self-protection. It can save lives at a critical moment. Whether it is in Xiaomiao Village or in Shangqingzong, the news proves that the world is in troubled times. In the future, no matter what the future, he tried to make some preparations for the rainy day.

Cultivation is divided into martial arts and martial arts. In addition to exercises and physical training, I found out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones in my house to practice this world-wide small seal font and copied some books. Xiao Zhuan font is no problem for him as a "senior archaeologist" to recognize. He also writes well in his writing brush, but he really hasn't used the brush to write Xiao Zhuan font. So it takes practice.

Fortunately, his original brush writing skills were good, and the initial deformation was deformed. After just one month, he has become very stylish.

The charcoal basin was placed next to the book case, and he burned his ink treasure after writing.

He had enough supplies for the practice of calligraphy, but the Qing sect had sufficient supplies, which was regarded as the benefit of Song Yanqing's happiness.

So far, under his current ability, he has no choice but to arrange his own day very well ...

The next day, a brand new recliner still smelled of wood, it was newly made at first glance, and was placed under the peach blossom tree.

Chen Guishuo pointed at the recliner and squeezed his eyebrows at Niu Youdao, saying: "Senior brother, the recliner you want is here."

Niu Youdao didn't expect him to be so efficient. It was estimated that it was related to Chen Guishuo's own use of the recliner. He grinned and said, "Thank you, Brother Chen."

Song Yanqing, who had not seen him for a long time this time, seemed to be in a good mood. He smiled at the sight of Niu Youdao, and the playfulness in his smile was not concealed, and had a bad taste. He patted Niu Youdao's shoulder and asked, "Little Master , How do you live here? "

Niu Youdao said: "Fortunately, it's okay, it's 10,000 times better than eating in the village, but it's a little boring to go out here and not walk around."

Song Yanqing said happily: "How long have you been here, how can you calm your mind first, and how can you practice it? Rest assured, when you walk around later." Imagine the look, and sometimes frown and think, and finally sighed, "Unfortunately not in Beijing!"

Niu Youdao leaned over and curiously said: "Brother Song, what happened to the capital?"

Song Yanqing sighed blankly, "The land of the mountains is no more prosperous than the poems and songs of the capital!"

Niu Youdao is suddenly covered with fog, poetry and song? A person in your spiritual practice gave a long sigh for a poem, a few words?

Chen Guishuo's mouth was curled up, it was secretly funny, he and Xu Yitian were basically Song Yanqing's followers, too clear what's going on. Song Yanqing likes Tang Yi for many years, and Tang Yi likes the tune of poems and songs. In order to please Song Yanqing, some good poems from the capital will be sent to him immediately, and he will be dedicated to Tang Yi for appreciation. This time Song Yanqing didn't know which rib was wrong. It was estimated that it was a long time that there was no good goods in Beijing. It was a itchy hand, and he wrote a poem by himself. He asked him and Xu Yitian what he wrote, how could they both say that he wrote it? No, naturally it is good. In the end, Song Yanqing sent Tang Yi to Tang Yi. He didn't know the specific process. In short, Song Yanqing's face was not good-looking when he came back. He also scolded him and Xu Yitian, and he could guess how it happened. thing.

Therefore, he understands Song Yanqing's mood, if in the prosperous city of poetry in Beijing, with the power of the Song family, it is not difficult to find good handwriting and some good poems to impersonate his masterpieces to please Tang Yi. As for the one-time hand itch, Tang Yi was ugly.

It seems that Song Yanqing, who had come back to God, didn't want to mention this more, turned to enter the yard, and walked around to check.

He is in charge of taking care of Niu Youdao, and it is impossible to let it go. Occasionally, it is reasonable to check if something happens.

Niu Youdao, who is still outside, asked Chen Guishuo, "How did Brother Song worry about the poetry?"

Chen Guishuo whispered and said in a low voice: "Our teacher came out with a stunning and brilliant character. He is not only one of the most powerful and famous practitioners in the world, he is also talented, he is proficient in poems and songs, and Sister Tang is playing small. Having been by his side, he is regarded as his student, contaminated with elegance, and he fell in love with poems and songs! "

Niu Youdao suddenly realized that he understood the emotion Song Yanqing wanted for Bomei, and was also curious about the man Chen Guishuo said, "I don't know which senior Sister Tang followed?"

Speaking of this predecessor, Chen Guishuo froze for a moment. His eyes clearly flashed with fear. He seemed to realize that he should not talk nonsense. He glared at Niu Youdao, and seemed to warn Niu Youdao that he should not ask. , Quickly followed the yard.

Niu Youdao's eyes rolled quickly and followed quickly.

After turning around, Song Yanqing told Chen Guishuo a few words, and carried his hand away, Niu Youdao rushed to catch up, shouting: "Brother Song, my teacher often writes poetry when he is in the village. , I remembered it, I just do n’t know how to write it, otherwise you can appreciate it. "

Song Yanqing didn't even have interest in looking back. He kept walking at his feet and replied, "What kind of good things can a good student write?" With a sneer, the tone was full of disdain.

Student in the mountains? Niu Youdao felt awkward in his heart that it seemed that the Shangqing Sect had already figured out his details. Once he had learned about a downgraded scholar as a teacher, he also learned about his basic situation from the villagers in Xiaomiao Village.

But what did he do after running through hardships? It was Chongdong Guo Haoran's horrible ability, but it wasn't running under house arrest and wasting time. He really wanted to get the Shangqing Sect's practice skills. After being placed under house arrest, he could not find a gap to start with, and finally hit it. How could Niu Youdao easily miss it and shouted: "My teacher said that he had traveled in Beijing and wrote some love poems that won many women. Of love. "

After hearing this, Song Yanqing slowly stopped and turned around where he was about to leave the hospital.

Chen Guishuo quickly glanced at Niu Youdao, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes. Niu Youdao obviously followed the reminder he just gave. By the way, this kid seems to be a big kid!

"Oh! What poems your teacher wrote might as well be appreciated." Song Yanqing, who turned around, seemed to be interested.

Niu Youdao immediately returned to Taohuatang, knelt down next to the book case, dripping water and studying ink, UU reading www.uukanshu. com pulled a piece of paper on the floor, pressed on both sides of the paperweight, lifted the pen with ink, and wrote a small seal font with the pen down.

"It's worthy to have read the book and read the characters, but the words are somewhat decent!" Song Yanqing, who was standing next to the case, exaggerated a little, looking at the handwriting slowly and read out the sound, "Xian Cloud tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and the Yinhan looms dark. When Jinfeng Yulu meets, it wins over countless people in the world ... "After reading these two eyes, the light burst out suddenly. He may not be able to write any good poems, but yes There is still some appreciation of good poetry, and at least the quality can be seen.

When Niu Youdao stopped writing, Song Yanqing couldn't help but quickly opened the paperweight, shaking the paper with the ink on it, blowing the ink, and eager to continue reading again, "The tender feelings are like water, the good times are like dreams, and Gu Queqiao Return home. If the two emotions are long, how can they be in the morning and evening ... If the two emotions are long, how can they be in the morning and evening ... "It was really repeating the last sentence, and finally shook his head with a beautiful face. : "Good word! Good word!" It felt like the word was too appropriate for him.

Niu Youdao was secretly funny. He put aside his pen and stood up, pretending not to understand: "A good word?"

Song Yanqing nodded his head, staring at the handwriting repeatedly, and then looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "What does Magpie Bridge mean? Where is this bridge?"

"Uh ..." Niu Youdao is a little speechless. It seems that there is no story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl here, so she is blankly said: "I wrote the teacher, I don't know where Queqiao is."

Song Yanqing thought about it too, and then gestured to the dumbfounded Chen Guishuo and drove Chen Guishuo out.

No one else, Song Yanqing smiled to Niu Youdao: "You said that your teacher often writes such poems?"

Niu Youdao thought, "I have a bunch in my stomach. How much do you want?" I nodded and said, "It seems to be."