monster study

Supervising Shang Si to finish drinking the chicken soup for the soul, oh no, after drinking the chicken soup for nourishing the body, Lu Zhifei had the leisure to look around.At the moment they are in the courtyard of a family, two grand master chairs are placed facing each other, and a chess board is placed on the table in the middle.The chess game has already been divided, and it seems that the chess player has just left.

There is no doubt that this is ancient times, and the owner's family is well-off.Lu Zhifei looked up, looked beyond the high courtyard wall, and saw the towering and continuous mountains in the distance.

"Mt. Zhongnan." Shang Si stood beside him and said.

"What dynasty is it now?"

Shang Si glanced at the surrounding decorations, "Ming Dynasty."

Then Lu Zhifei glanced at their clothes, one was not wearing ancient clothes at all, the other was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, but this dynasty seemed a bit wrong.

At this time, there was a voice outside, and someone was coming.Shang Si grabbed Lu Zhifei, "Come with me."

A quarter of an hour later, Shang Si and Lu Zhifei went out through the back door, both of them had changed into contemporary clothes, the difference was that Lu Zhifei was still wearing a bamboo hat to cover his too short hair.There is no need for Shang Si, driven by mana, his hair grows naturally, and in the blink of an eye, he becomes a peerless and beautiful young man with fluttering long hair.

The clothes were naturally "borrowed" from the owner, and Shang Si left a piece of gold leaf for them, which was generous.

Walking on the street, Shang Si explained: "This is a miscellaneous note. The author is the owner of the house just now. When he was young, he was successful, made many friends, and loved to travel. After Ershun, he realized Taoism in Zhongnan Mountain, so he was placed on the mountain. I recorded everything I saw and heard about my practice. During the period, there were a lot of supernatural and ghostly things, and it felt a bit like a Lonely Studio.”

"Enlightenment?"

"At the beginning, when Lao Tzu traveled westward to Hangu Pass, he led the purple air to the east, taught the "Tao Te Ching" five thousand words, and then drifted away. Later generations asked about Louguan, although they could not fully inherit his will, but they could still gain something. of."

The two left the city all the way to Zhongnan Mountain.

Lu Zhifei followed Shang Si, feeling that he hadn't walked a few steps at all, but when he looked up, he found that the green and green mountains were close in front of him.Further up, one step at a time, one scene at a time, and in a blink of an eye, it was already halfway up the mountain.

Occasionally, I met a few Taoist priests going down the mountain, and the two sides nodded and passed.

Lu Zhifei suddenly remembered that fake Taoist priest who told fortunes everywhere, and wondered what happened now?

Shang Si seemed to see his thoughts, and asked, "Thinking of that little Taoist priest who gave you a bookmark?"

Lu Zhifei was stunned, "You know him?"

It stands to reason that if Shang Si woke up after sleeping for 100 years, it would be impossible for him to know the Taoist priest.No, no, Lu Zhifei suddenly thought of a strange thing, the bookmark given to him by the Taoist priest was the key to open the study, but Wu Qiangqiang said that he hadn't opened the study for a hundred years, so obviously this key could not be issued by Wu Qiangqiang, Then, the only one who sent him out was Shang Si.

But the Taoist priest was at most 30 years old, how could he know Shang Si?

Shang Si smiled and said: "Do you think you can open the door of the study with just a bookmark? The bookmark in the Taoist priest's hand is special. Didn't you see a peach blossom engraved in the lower right corner of the bookmark?"

Peach blossom?Lu Zhifei suddenly thought of the peach grove leading to Nanying's courtyard, "Is that bookmark related to Nanying?"

"I gave it to Nanying, and later he gave it to someone else. If necessary, I can save his life in times of crisis." Shang Si walked in front with his hands behind his back, and a leisurely voice came, "He put the The bookmark is given to you, and it is also your chance."

"But after all, it was given to him by Nanying. If I take it, will it be..." Lu Zhifei frowned.

"Reincarnation, maybe he has forgotten Nanying." Shang Si shook his head.

"He belongs to Nanying..." Lu Zhifei was a little surprised.

"Little friend, can't you accept it?" Shang Si joked with a smirk.

Lu Zhifei shook his head, just thinking of the downcast appearance of the Taoist priest, and Nan Ying's appearance, it is difficult to make them a pair.Shang Si knew what he was thinking by looking at his expression, and said, "You didn't see how he went down to Kunlun with his sword, cutting off half of the ice and snow in the Black Sea with one sword. The demon is desperate, and in the end..."

"How about it?"

Shang Si paused for a moment, sighed a rare sigh, and said, "That happened many years ago, maybe... I should really go and tie that Taoist priest back, and don't let Nanying hang around for too long."

Lu Zhifei thought for a while and said, "He seems to have left Beijing, and has been wandering around, as if looking for something."

"It seems that he hasn't completely forgotten what happened back then." Shang Si said.At this time, the destination has arrived.Lu Zhifei followed Shang Si's gaze, and saw a dilapidated character library standing in the weeds in front, silently telling the passage of time.

"This is the font library?" Lu Zhifei walked over, and soon discovered what Shang Si said was printed on the inner wall of the font library. He couldn't help reaching out to touch it, but saw that his fingertips soon turned black , Is it the gray and black after the book was burned?

Lu Zhifei put his finger under his nose and sniffed, surprised, "Is it ink?"

"That's right, when I came yesterday, I found out that someone was rubbing these words. Halfway through the rubbing of the words, it means that he will come back the next day." Shang Si said.

"But who could be doing such a thing?" Lu Zhifei wondered, "Is it a Taoist priest of the Quanzhen Sect?"

At this time, footsteps suddenly came from behind, Lu Zhifei turned around, and saw a young man dressed as a scholar walking over with a basket on his back, he was a little surprised to see the two people in brocade clothes, and Lu Zhifei was also wearing a bamboo hat, looking mysteriously .He glanced past them to look at the font, and then asked a little embarrassedly and embarrassingly: "Are you two here to play in the mountains?"

"Yes." Shang Si nodded, standing in front of the scholar, firmly blocking his way.

The scholar was a little embarrassed, he tightened the belt on his back basket, and asked: "I am a mountain dweller at the foot of this mountain, can I use the word library to have a look?"

However, Shang Si remained unmoved, "Why do you want to read the font library? Burn books?"

"No, no, no." The scholar quickly waved his hands, blushing slightly, "Books are precious things, so they can't be easily burned. I, I just want to see if there is anything I can pick up and read."

"Really." Shang Si looked him up and down a few times, and the aggressive aura made the scholar's heart pound, "Young master, I..."

However, at this time, Shang Si suddenly stepped aside, "Please."

The scholar was slightly stunned, but when he thought of the unfinished business, he immediately ignored the two strangers, nodded his thanks, and immediately ran to the front of the font library. When he probed and saw that the characters on the inner wall were still there, he immediately relaxed. Take a breath.

Later, Shang Si and Lu Zhifei looked at each other—it seemed that they had found the right person.

The scholar happily put down the basket, took out the brush and various tools, and started rubbing without distraction.Lu Zhifei looked at him with reverence in his eyes, and couldn't help asking: "My lord, what are you doing rubbing these words for?"

The scholar turned his head, his eyes seemed to be shining brightly, "Don't you think these characters are well written? And there are several different brushstrokes on the inner wall, no matter which one, it can be called a master's work. No I told you that my family is poor, and I can't spend a lot of money to buy copybooks for me, and it's rare to see a famous calligraphy copybook for several years, I saw it here by chance a few days ago, it's really an unexpected joy."

"So that's how it is." Lu Zhifei said, looking back at Shang Si, his eyes beckoning—what to do?

Shang Si walked up to the scholar, bent down, and asked with a smile: "Then, which of these fonts do you think is the best?"

The scholar thought about it carefully, and said: "Actually, everyone has their own strengths, but selfishly, I still prefer this one. It is the most unrestrained and unrestrained."

What the scholar pointed to was Shang Si's character.

Shang Si nodded, "Yes, you are very discerning, and you will have a bright future."

Lu Zhifei: "..."

The scholar scratched his head shyly, and ended up scratching his head with ink, "Oh!"

Shang Si and Lu Zhifei couldn't help laughing, Shang Si gave Lu Zhifei a wink, Lu Zhifei understood, and took a few steps back with him.

"Grab my hand." Shang Si said softly.

Lu Zhifei paused, "What?"

"Take my hand, I'm turning the page."

Lu Zhifei looked down at Shang Si's hand, but felt a little weird in his heart.Seeing him dawdling, Shang Si immediately took the initiative to grab his hand, Lu Zhifei subconsciously withdrew his hand, but Shang Si held it tighter, "Don't move."

Lu Zhifei didn't move, feeling the burning heat of Shang Si's palm, his body was a little stiff.At this time, Shang Si raised his free hand and waved it lightly. Lu Zhifei saw countless small golden words flying around his fingertips. The scene in front of him changed, and the scholar had already gone away with a basket on his back.

"Go, follow." Shang Si let go of Lu Zhifei's hand naturally, and followed.

Lu Zhifei stopped where he was, looked down at his palm, and then followed up belatedly.Half an hour later, the two came to the small mountain village at the foot of the mountain. From a distance, they saw the scholar and the people in the village greeting each other warmly, and then entered a hut surrounded by bamboo fences.

"Father, mother, I'm back!" The scholar put down his backpack, but he didn't immediately take out the copybook to imitate and learn. Instead, he rolled up his sleeves and turned to chop firewood and boil water in the yard.

The plainly dressed woman came out of the house in a hurry, "Shengsheng, stop doing these things and go in and read a book."

"Mother," the scholar wiped off his sweat and didn't mind, "I can do these things, and it won't take much time. I'll read a book in a while, you can go back to the room and rest."

The old mother couldn't hold back her son, so she had to go back to the house to prepare dinner.

Shang Si stood in a hidden place outside the fence, held Lu Zhifei's hand again, and raised his right hand. The words flew and time passed. Lu Zhifei saw the scholar sitting at the desk in front of the window, reading and writing day after day.He copied those copybooks repeatedly, and when he ran out of money to buy paper, he wrote on the ground with branches.

Cold comes and summer goes, and the four seasons rotate. The story that was written by the gods and then destroyed by Shang Si was divided into scattered parts, and then rewritten countless times in this way.

Shang Si's expression gradually became serious, and he started to turn the pages non-stop, turning the time back and forth, as if he was looking for a very important time point.Lu Zhifei didn't make a sound to disturb, but watched intently, and over time even ignored the fact that Shang Si was still holding his hand.

Suddenly, Lu Zhifei saw such a scene flashed in the chaotic time - the scholar looked at the copybooks scattered on the desk in surprise, and then arranged them in different order.

Shang Si obviously noticed it too, so the picture stabilized.

The scholar continued to line up, frowning for a while, and suddenly enlightened for a while.After about a quarter of an hour, he finally arranged all the papers neatly, and then quickly scanned them from beginning to end.

The story that was disassembled into non-numerical posts was finally reassembled in his mind, and at this time, it had been three years since the scholar rubbed the characters from the inner wall of the font library.