Yellow rice is not yet ripe?

This sentence seemed to awaken Qi Wuhuo. His eyes slowly moved away, he saw the bags on one table, saw several books spread out next to him, and the three hangings of copper coins sent by Mr. Su.

I saw the green plants I raised on one side, the cabbage piled up in the corner of the wall, and saw the firewood outside, lying on the wooden bed I made myself, and there were still some remaining ones on the bed.

The warmth of the eyes closed, and the inspiration in the eyes was restored:

"Yes..., my yellow rice is not cooked yet."

At the urging of the old man, the young man stood up, packed the food, put out the yellow rice in the stove, cut a plate of side dishes, placed it on the table, sat up here, and took the chopsticks to eat, but he did

Stop.

"Boy, the food is going to be cold, why are you still standing there?"

On the dining table, the old man ate a bite of yellow rice, picked up a crispy side dish with chopsticks, and then pointed at Qi Wuhuo and said, "What's wrong? I've woken up from my dream, are you still thinking?"

Qi Wuhuo raised his eyes and did not answer.

There was a hint of deep thought in his eyes.

The heavy snow outside the window has stopped, and birds fell on the branches, tidying their feathers, the branches shaking, and snow falling, making the mountains and wilderness interesting. There are stone pottery bowls with yellow rice on the table, crisp side dishes, and cabbage

Decorate the spicy circle and attracts the eyes.

At this moment, Qi Wuhuo woke up from his dream. It was already a long time since the yellow rice turned cold. Qi Wuhuo had no taste of food. He put down his chopsticks and said calmly to the old man: "Brother-in-law... I did it just now.

A dream..."

The voice paused and looked at the bed on one side: "That jade pillow..."

The old man smiled and said:

"Oh? Jade pillow? That was given to me by a Taoist priest You Fang."

"It is beneficial to sleep and calm the mind and enter the dream."

Qi Wuhuo nodded silently.

The old man asked with a smile: "It seems that if the Taoist You Fang said, you are sleeping soundly."

"But no matter what kind of dream you have, you don't have to care too much. Life is like a dream, and dreams are like life. How can you know that you are not the body in the dream?"

"After having this dream, will Wuhuo gain anything?"

Qi Wuhuo lowered his eyes. Although it was a dream, everything he experienced in that dream was so clear. Perhaps small things could not be recalled, but many big things were so clear and so clear.

Can be grasped.

If you can retrace this path.

When it can be smoother than before, and can be achieved more easily in the past life, but so what? The boy suddenly feels bored.

For seventy years, the clouds and mists have passed away, and 800 miles of foreigners have returned.

"Is it just a dream..."

Qi Wuhuo sighed for a long time and replied:

"The way of favor and disgrace is to lose the fortune, to gain the truth of loss, to the love of life and death."

"I've seen it all..."

The old man caressed his beard and laughed, "Good good."

After a meal, Qi Wuhuo washed the bowl and wiped his hands. He wanted to pack up the things Mr. Su gave him, put two of the big money in the hanger, and one of them was kept in the cabinet for convenience.

Use.

Chopping firewood, sweeping the yard, and washing laundry are just as different as ever.

Then when I got free, I picked up a few ancient books given by Mr. Su.

This is the classics prepared for the spring of the year. They are all about the knowledge of taking scholars in the imperial examinations, and there may be some difficult points in it. There are annotations written by Mr. Su in small regular script with cinnabar and red pen to explain the knowledge.

These are the parts that Qi Wuhuo has not learned yet.

Even some bureaucrats may not be able to explain it thoroughly. Mr. Su's understanding of it is profound and incisive. Even if it is famous in the entire prefectures and counties, it is because of this that this is the case.

The family of dignitaries sent their children to the academies in this small town to study.

Qi Wuhuo opened a few pages, and before he could read them, there were many words in his heart, flowing like flowing water. It was the content of these books, as if he had already understood these things, and had never stopped them.

I have read it for more than ten times, but before I can read it, I have already emerged from my heart.

Qi Wuhuo's movements paused slightly.

He is sure that he has never read this book.

Except in dreams...

A ridiculous thought rose in his heart.

"Does it mean..."

"That dream..."

He quickly recalled the content of this book in his mind. Even if he had never read it before, the text of this book still rose and rose in his heart. Then he opened the book and read it quickly.

The content of it was exactly the same as what appeared in my mind!

I went to read the other books again, all of which were like this.

Not only is he very skilled in his content, but his subtle and profound meaning is also deeply rooted in his heart and knows it well. At this moment, he will look at the annotations left by Mr. Su. Mr. Su also has a great name among the prefectures and counties, and is called a famous scholar.

But now Qi Wuhuo can vaguely see that Mr. Su's omissions in explaining these classics are still exquisite, but they have shortcomings.

It seemed as if he was not a 14-year-old boy at this moment.

Instead, he went to the scriptures in his whole life, and went to the generals and prime ministers, and was like a master of the world who was unparalleled and unmatched. After a long time, Qi Wuhuo put all three books back, his expression was quiet and peaceful, and his guesses gradually became clear.

In the dream, the things experienced and those strong personal emotions have dissipated, but the reading experience seems to be still there. They do not show any signs of dew, but once they encounter them, they can also think like instinctively.

That's just a dream.

But the books you have read and what you have seen are not nothingness.

Qi Wuhuo stood up and looked at the jade pillow.

The pillow is made of white jade as its material, with six tadpole cloud patterns on top and bottom. The relief clouds are lingering, as if they are Taoist. When they reach out and touch it, they seem to touch something. The cloud patterns on it seem to light up in an instant.

It also seemed to be just a dream of nothingness, and then it was accompanied by the sound of cracks and cracks, and it was densely packed with cracks.

Behind the old man's regret came the old man:

"Ah, how regretful it is, how regretful it is."

"It has been twenty-seven years since Taoist priest You Fang got it. He never thought that it was so light and crispy that it broke after just one use. The Taoist fruit was teasing me."

Qi Wuhuo turned around and saw the old man standing behind him, his purple robe half hidden in the light and half hidden in the darkness. When he saw it, he looked like a purple Taoist robe, staring at him with a smile.

Qi Wuhuo knew that the old man was absolutely extraordinary, so he was silent and said:

"The father-in-law said... Taoist?"

The old man smiled and said, "That's right, that guy claims to be [Fire Dragon Real Person]."

"I met with me more than 20 years ago. I lost to me three times in a row and paid my debts. The pillow was just a sleeping utensil, which was not worth much."

"You don't have to care without confusion."

"Anyway, I remember that there should be more than one pillow, and there is one more one. I'll get it back next time I see him."

Qi Wuhuo restrained his doubts and poured tea and water. His attitude towards the old man was the same as before. He did not become more respectful because he knew his identity in his heart, nor did he become frivolous and arrogant because of his dream experience.

Holding a teacup in his hand, recalling the past, and saying to himself:

"The demons and ghosts in the world are just wild beasts and spirituals, and they also have life and death."

"Ghosts are just obsessions to stay."

"Can……"

Qi Wuhuo was silent, his eyes closed slightly, and the scene in his dream that seemed real and false was churning in his mind. For seventy years, he had absurd dreams, studying, becoming an official, going to the general and becoming a prime minister, prosperous world, emperors and generals,

All the beauties of fame and fortune flowed by themselves, and suddenly sat down, curled their faces and asked:

"I dare to ask my father-in-law, are there really gods in the world?"

The old man smiled and calmed down his lips and replied, "Yes."

The fewer asked again:

"Can you get immortality?"

The old man tidied up his clothes.

Sitting upright, holding his face, and answering in front of him,

"Can."
Chapter completed!