Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

Shopkeeper Wen was just as confused as the old monk.

Early in the morning, the dozen or so servants of the Sun family who were guarding his house and Danning Garden withdrew.

Shopkeeper Wen was confused and couldn't figure out what was going on no matter how hard he tried.

I waited in fear until noon, but nothing happened.

This is clearly a dead end that no one can solve, so why is there no movement?

Shopkeeper Wen was still worried and decided to go to Su's house to find out.

When he arrived at Su's residence, he saw Su Qiuting, who was smiling and apologizing to him cheerfully. She was completely different from the person she was yesterday.

After asking, Manager Wen found out that last night Sun Shangwu went to the prison to find Feng Yin Jushi and asked for another poem in exchange for the original calligraphy and painting.

However, Su Qiuting avoided talking about the content of the poem.

Shopkeeper Wen breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was itching.

What kind of poetry can untie such a deadlock?

……

Even more miserable than Shopkeeper Wen is another calligraphy and painting shop in Buffalo called "Chunqiuzhai".

The owner of Chunqiuzhai is named Ma Lin. Because of his sharp eye for appreciating cultural relics, calligraphy and paintings, he is nicknamed Master Ma.

Ma Lin heard yesterday afternoon that Dan Ning Yuan had sent out invitations to people to appreciate calligraphy and paintings, but he did not take it seriously at first.

Later I received news that a couplet was hung in Danning Garden, which read "Be indifferent to fame and wealth to show your ambition, be calm and achieve your goals."

This couplet made Ma Lin feel like he had a thorn in his throat, so he sent his men to Danning Garden to inquire.

The news he got back made Marin unable to sit still.

An unknown painting was sold at a high price of 1,500 taels.

Even Mr. Zhang, who had a unique vision, offered a price of eight hundred and fifty taels, which fully demonstrated that this calligraphy and painting was not simple.

After getting the poem content of this calligraphy and painting, Marin finally understood the reason.

This poem is full of gems and is tear-jerking. It will surely be passed down through the ages.

The original version of this poem must be worth a lot of money.

These are not the reasons why Marin can't sit still.

What really made him wary was that Dan Ningyuan had a master of poetry and painting who he didn't know about. If this continued, Dan Ningyuan would definitely surpass him.

"Han Song, send someone to find out the background of that Feng Yin hermit. The more detailed the better."

……

Sun Bihe hurried back home, immediately took out the best paper and ink, and started writing quickly.

I saw her writing three paragraphs on three pieces of paper.

The first one reads: We are both wanderers in this world, so why should we have known each other before we met?

The second one reads: Everything that happened yesterday has become who I am today. Don’t think about it, and don’t be sad. From now on, no matter how you harvest or plant, everything in the world has cracks, and that’s where the light comes in.

The third one reads: In this bizarre world, no one can live a smooth life. But I always believe that those who have gone through the misty rain, the mountains and rivers, and experienced all kinds of hardships will be more vivid and pure.

After finishing writing, Sun Bihe let out a long sigh, finally writing it down word for word.

Sun Bihe read it carefully word by word, and the smile on her face became more and more intense.

An hour later, Sun Bihe took out the paint, took out the first piece of paper, and picked up the brush to draw two people in prison in the corner, a man and a woman, sitting back to back and very close to each other.

Then he took out the second piece of paper and drew a sky full of dark clouds. Through a crack in the clouds, a ray of dazzling sunlight shone through.

Finally, on the third piece of paper, he drew a small boat. On the boat stood a man in a white robe. He had his hands behind his back, his head slightly raised, and his eyes looking into the distance.

Looking closely, the man looked very similar to Chu Wen.

"Miss, the lady asked you to come downstairs for lunch."

"coming."

A quarter of an hour later.

Qian looked at her daughter with a smile as she served herself a second bowl of rice, feeling relieved and happy.

"He'er, what are you so happy about? You're smiling while eating."

"No, am I laughing?"

"I haven't even started smiling yet, but my mouth is almost stretched to my ears."

"Mother is making fun of He'er."

"Okay, okay, no laughing, no laughing, eat more, eat more..."

After lunch, Sun Bihe said goodbye to her mother and hurried back to her own small building.

Qian called her daughter's personal maid Xiaochan and asked anxiously:

"Xiaochan, where did Bihe go this morning?"

"Madam, the young lady went to the county government office to visit the prison."

Upon hearing this, Qian asked in surprise:

"See where the Fengyin hermit has gone?"

"Yes ma'am."

Qian thought for a moment and asked:

"What does Feng Yin Jushi look like, and how old is he?"

"Madam, the young lady went in alone, and Xiaochan did not see Master Fengyin."

"Well, you go."

After Xiaochan left, Qian said to the servant in front of her:

"Laifu, tell us the story of Master Fengyin again."

"Madam, when I went to Feng Yin's residence, I only saw four women, a monk, and a child. The four women were very beautiful, the monk was about fifty years old, and the child was about two or three years old."

"How beautiful are those four women?"

"My lady, they are very beautiful. Very beautiful. Each one is more beautiful than the other."

"How does it compare to Xiaochan?"

"There's no comparison. Xiaochan is far behind."

"How does it compare to Sakura?"

"There's no comparison. Sakura is far behind."

"Oh? How does it compare to Xue Wei?"

"Even Xuewei can't compare to her."

When Mrs. Qian heard this, she became angry.

Xuewei was his distant niece, very pretty, not much different from Bihe.

"You slave, are they fairies from heaven?"

"Madam, calm down. They are like fairies."

"Humph! You idiot! Fugui, Wangcai, go and take a look at what these four people look like."

An hour later.

Fugui and Wangcai knelt in front of Qian, and Fugui said:

"Ma'am, we only saw two."

"What do they look like?"

"Madam, it looks very nice. Wangcai even has a nosebleed."

When Wangcai heard this, he quickly said, "Madam, Fugui is also bleeding from the nose."

Fugui quickly said, "I got a sore throat from eating dog meat."

"Two bastards! Let me ask you, how do they compare to Xue Wei?"

"My lady, Xuewei can't compare."

"Did you see clearly?"

"Look carefully, ma'am, those two women are really beautiful."

"What are their identities?"

"Madam, those two women call Feng Yin hermit their master."

"Go away! Don't tell the master about these women's affairs. If anyone dares to tell a word, I will break his legs."

Qian knew very well what kind of person Sun Shangwu was. Her first worry was that he would have more concubines in the family.

……

Zhao Ziyan did not eat lunch and said she would continue her hunger strike in protest.

Zhao Dezhu was too lazy to care about her. He just ordered Zhuzi to have someone keep a close eye on her and not let her go out.

Zhao Dezhu knew very well what kind of person his daughter was. She had indeed skipped three meals, but a lot of cakes and pastries in the kitchen had been stolen.

Zhao Ziyan was pacing around the room angrily, making Xier dizzy.

"Miss, take a break. Are you tired?"

"Humph! Even if you don't let me go, I will go anyway!"

"Miss, the master is doing this for your own good. I heard that Feng Yin is a bun thief."

"What's wrong with stealing buns? You're not letting people eat when they're hungry?!"

"Miss, tell me, what does the Fengyin hermit look like?"

"He looks so good, even when he's lying on the ground."

"Ah! What is he doing on the ground?"

"It was my dad who beat me, humph! Damn it! He beat me up for stealing a bun! Don't give me a chance to go out, or I'll steal eight or ten."

"Ah! Miss, you are crazy!"

"You are not allowed to tell tales!"

……

Xier: Dear readers, please give me more book reviews. I laugh so hard that my stomach hurts every day when I read the book reviews.