Taiping Inn

On the third day after the Langya Palace Incident, a spring rain that was gradually becoming more powerful as summer rain came unexpectedly.

There were several clusters of water bamboo planted in the yard where Li Xuandu lived, and there was also a small pond where rain fell on the pond and rain hit the bamboo leaves, which were all rare literary interests.

Not far from the pond is Li Xuandu's living room. A rain eaves are built outside the living room, and under the rain eaves is a wooden corridor covered with wooden stakes. At this time, Li Xuandu sat in the corridor, listening to the raindrops hitting the eaves on his head, and then watching them gather into a stream of water, hanging down from the eaves of the rain. These bright water lines are drizzling and intermittent when the rain is low; when the rain is heavy, they are connected into a line, like flying waterfalls that have shrunk countless times.

Li Xuandu also held a book in his hand, not a Confucian classic or a Taoist classic, but a novel used to pass the time. He often told Qin Su that he would read Qin Su's masterpieces, so when he was recovering from his injuries, Qin Su bought many novels, including those written by her and those of other authors.

The book that Li Xuandu was reading was written by Qin Su, called "The World of the World". The name was very large, but the content was written was very small. The struggle in the martial arts world was just an optional background. It mainly talks about love between men and women. When Li Xuandu first got this book, he smiled at Qin Su, "You very shy Miss Qin can't even stand Lu Yanbing's teasing. He also asked me to help you fulfill your lies. But I wrote about these love between men and women in the book, isn’t it a misleading child?” As a result, Qin Su responded to it with one sentence: “Those who write about martial arts in the world are not necessarily people in the world, and they also write about immortals. Are all the biography immortals in the sky?”

Qin Su came behind Li Xuandu and asked softly, "Where did you see?"

Li Xuandu said without looking back: "I saw that the protagonist likes his senior sister, but his senior sister likes another senior brother. The protagonist has been a hero admired by everyone in the world for many years, but he still can't forget his senior sister. He won the world but lost. Senior sister. Do you book writers like this kind of plot?”

Then Li Xuandu turned the book to the end and said, "Also, why does this book have no end? Although there is a saying that there is a blank space, the white space you left is too big, right?"

Qin Su smiled and said, "It's not that we like this kind of scene, but that readers have empathy when they read it. Don't you have any empathy?"

Li Xuandu shook his head and said, "No, I don't have a senior sister, only a senior brother. The old senior brother can almost be my father, the younger senior brother is facing me in life and death, and there is no love or killing each other. When I was a child, I was confused and not yet How could it be? When we grew up, we realized that we were not all the people in the bones and did not have any so-called mutual appreciation. Also, Lao Wu is Xiao Liuzi's senior sister, and her appearance is not bad. I didn't see that Xiao Liuzi liked him at all. The meaning of Lao Wu.”

Qin Su gently patted the top of his head and smiled, "Okay, just pretend you don't have it. Your Qingwei Sect is all a bunch of weird people, but others have it."

"As for why there is no ending." Qin Su paused for a moment and said, "Because I can't write it anymore. The reason is very simple. Senior sister doesn't like junior brother. What should I do if my junior brother? If my junior brother finds another female hero, then he Do you still like your senior sister? This infatuated character cannot be maintained. If you continue to like your senior sister, how should your junior brother face your senior brother? On one side is moral and on the other side is infatuated, how can you write it? You can only leave blank space, so It gives readers room for fantasy, and the ending you want will be like."

Li Xuandu sneered, "Just twist, twist, twist, twist, and never have a result."

"Are you not twisted?" Qin Su said: "When I was in the Shanting that day..."

"It's good to twist, it's right to twist." Li Xuandu hurriedly coughed: "This is all human nature, it's really worth it."

Qin Su didn't chase and beat him hard, and smiled and said, "If you were that junior brother, what would you do?"

Li Xuan thought for a while and said, "There is a saying in Buddhism that people have eight sufferings: birth, old age, illness, death, love separation, hatred and hatred, meeting with each other, not getting what they want, and the five aggregates are burning. The junior brother you wrote about is asking but not getting what they want. , in the eight sufferings. To me, it is simple. Since you can't ask for it, then let it go. If you say that you can't let it go, it is a big obsession, and it can only be said that it varies from person to person. Some people have big hearts and nothing is impossible Let go, some people are stingy and can never take it out after putting it in."

Qin Su turned to him and looked at him: "You have said so much, what about you, are you a big heart? Or a small heart?"

Li Xuandu said: "I must be a person with a big heart, otherwise why would I have the nerve to mock Ning Yi? Besides, if I am a person with a small heart, after the change of Emperor Capital, I will fall from the clouds and my friend's teacher will die. , I had nothing and became a useless person. Even the fifth brother wanted to bully me, and I would die at that time."

Qin Su smiled and joked, "This is a good mood, and he started bragging proudly again, bragging himself, and not ashamed."

Li Xuandu smiled and said, "Old Li speaks with conscience. Is there anything shameful about this? Unlike some people, their faces are blushing before they finish their three sentences."

"Who is blushing?" Qin Su reached out and patted him gently.

Li Xuandu took advantage of the situation to hold Qin Su's hand: "Who blushed, I know in my heart."

Sure enough, as soon as the two of them touched each other, a faint blush appeared on Qin Su's face. Li Xuan only felt that the plain hand in his palm was swinging, and wanted to break free. He quickly used more force to hold it firmly so that he would not let it break free.

Qin Su was not very determined, so he let him hold it, changed the subject, and asked, "Is your leg better?"

Li Xuandu felt the softness and tenderness in his palm and said, "After opening the meridians, I can walk without any hindrance."

After hearing this, Qin Su pulled his hand out of Li Xuandu's palm, and then took out two oil-paper umbrellas from the Xumi treasure, handed one of them to Li Xuandu, and said, "Then let's go out for a walk?"

Li Xuandu reached out to take the oil-paper umbrella, stood up, and opened the paper umbrella. There were landscape patterns painted on the umbrella, with pagodas standing on the distant mountains and fishermen boating in the nearby water. In the blank space, a poem by an ancient person was written in small regular script with hairpin flowers: "Green bamboo hat, green raincoat, no need to go home in the slanting wind and drizzle."

In the Jiangnan area, there are many paintings and calligraphy on umbrellas. It has always been like this, so it is not surprising, but it is relatively rare in Jiangbei. The calligraphy and painting on the umbrella were done by a craftsman, just like porcelain, which is common. However, this poem was added later. The handwriting is less vigorous and more graceful, which is quite elegant and refined. It must have been written by a woman.

Li Xuandu asked, "Did you write this?"

Qin Su smiled but did not answer. She also opened her umbrella. The painting was the same, and the handwriting was from the same person, but the poem was different. On her umbrella, it was written: "Fishing in a car, a boat with a pointed bow, enjoying the wind and waves without being a fairy."

Qin Su smiled and asked, "Li Dajianxian, do you think this calligraphy is worthy of your attention?"

"I don't deserve the title of 'Dajianxian'. That's the title of my master. Just call me Zifujianxian. But when it comes to this calligraphy, of course it's excellent."

Li Xuandu waved his hand and said, "The poet said, 'When learning calligraphy, I first learned from Mrs. Wei, but I can't compare to Wang Youjun.' Wang Youjun was the calligraphy saint, and Mrs. Wei was the teacher of the calligraphy saint. People praised her for melting the methods of her predecessors into one furnace, and her 'horizontal' was like a thousand The 'dots' are like falling rocks on a mountain, the 'strokes' are like the horns of broken rhinoceroses and elephants, the 'vertical' is like a thousand-year-old withered vine, the 'na' is like a crashing wave and thunder, the 'pu' is like a hundred-jin crossbow, and the 'hook' is like a strong crossbow tendon. The characters are elegant and peaceful, graceful and graceful, far from the official script, like a flower-arranging girl, with a low and beautiful face; or like a beautiful woman on stage, with fairies playing with shadows, red lotus reflecting on the water, and the blue sea floating on the clouds. Hence the name 'hair-haired small regular script'. I see that your hair-haired small regular script has six or seven points of the charm of Madam Wei. "

Qin Su's eyes suddenly showed a bit of surprise. Although she was a person in the rivers and lakes, she had a family background and was also a talented woman. She was proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. It was precisely because she dispersed too much energy on these things that her realm cultivation could only be ranked last among the four women.

If Li Xuandu was a reckless man who only knew how to fight and kill, Qin Su might feel a little regretful, but she didn't expect Li Xuandu to give her a surprise.

Qin Su smiled and said, "I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to know all this."

Li Xuandu pulled out a folding fan from his sleeve, opened it with a "snap", and blew a cool breeze: "After all, I was also a vassal in the past... I was originally a refined person, talking and laughing with great scholars, and there was no ordinary person around. The people I associate with are all great scholars and celebrities. Those who are not Jinshi are embarrassed to give me a visiting card. Under the influence of these people, I am naturally full of knowledge. Even if I can't pass the Jinshi exam, it shouldn't be a problem to pass the Juren exam and get the Jieyuan. If I don't practice swordsmanship, but concentrate on studying, Jieyuan, Huiyuan, and Zhuangyuan are all no problem. This is called winning three prizes in a row."

Qin Su reached out and tapped him lightly: "Oh, I said you are fat, and you are panting. How shameless."