The young Zhang Xiaoqi once thought that it would not be very difficult to be as good as Mr. Chen, but it was only later that he discovered the meaning of the three words Mr. Chen.
The crane is still in the backyard.
When Zhang Xiaoqi stepped into the backyard, Chen Changsheng glanced at him again.
It was as if the husband knew he would come back again.
Zhang Xiaoqi looked at Mr. Chen, cupped his hands and said, "Zhang Xiaoqi thanked Mr. Chen."
Chen Changsheng looked at him calmly and shook his head.
That day, the young man in ragged clothes got on the crane.
Between the green mountains and clouds.
With a cry of cranes, the world changed in the blink of an eye.
Chen Changsheng raised his eyes and stared at the departing crane until it disappeared.
Then he saw Xiao Liu coming out of the side hall of the Taoist temple.
Chen Changsheng said: "When he saw the letter, it might really be unforgettable."
Zhang Xiaoliu breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I understand, but sir, people always have selfish motives. I am not a saint, and I don't want Xiaoqi to completely forget his father and mother."
Chen Changsheng nodded slightly.
In this way, one should be considered a living person.
Zhang Xiaoliu breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and said, "I hope it will be smooth sailing for him, and he will go straight to the blue clouds just like what the teacher said."
Since then, there has been no Zhang Xiaoqi in Qiuyuefang.
Zhang Wudi always stood on the hill outside Qiuyue Square, looking at the mountain road outside the square.
Zhang Xiaoliu, on the other hand, goes back and forth between this mountain every day. He comes here early in the morning to burn three sticks of incense, and then goes all the way down the mountain to clean the weeds and moss on the stone steps.
Day after day, year after year.
Moreover, time is impermanent and everyone is different.
…
On the Tongtian River, a awning boat arrived at the coast.
A man in simple clothes got off the boat. He had a beard and his eyes were soft, but there was ambition hidden in them.
After getting off the boat, he went to a tea stall nearby and asked for a pot of tea to soothe his throat.
While drinking tea, he suddenly looked towards the bamboo forest.
He frowned and then stepped forward.
I saw several figures hiding in the bamboo forest. When they entered the bamboo forest, they all appeared in front of them.
"I have met the Lord!"
Dozens of secret guards bowed their heads in front of him.
Zhao Zhen glanced at the secret guards in front of her, frowned and said, "Is this how the old man taught you to hide? If you want to follow, hide better, or don't follow!"
The secret guards looked at each other, all a little embarrassed.
"Stay away. Are you afraid that others won't know that you are secret guards? Are you wearing this outfit for me?"
Zhao Zhen glared angrily and said, "Everyone of them is just a handicap and cannot be used for much purpose."
He snorted coldly, then turned around and went to the tea stall to drink tea.
After drinking tea, Zhao Zhen entered the workshop.
This time could be regarded as a private visit incognito, but only the secret guards and confidants around him knew about it. In the court, he announced that he was sick. Two months, although not long, was enough.
Changchun Mansion is close to the river and has always been a prosperous place in the southern region, and it pays a lot of taxes every year.
Zhao Zhen took a look at the people's sentiments and saw that this place was very different from what he had imagined. The government did not handle cases properly, and there were many cases of bribing officials. Just walking around, he found out a lot of things.
But he was used to it. He had seen many such situations all the way south.
When things go to the local level, they are different from those in Shangjing.
There are countless officials who work in both positive and negative ways.
But now is not the time to deal with them. Zhao Zhen plans to deal with these things after this experience.
Catch those who deserve to be caught, and kill those who deserve to be killed.
After nightfall, Zhao Zhen joined in the fun again at a restaurant. Someone said that a poetry meeting was going to be held here and a painting would be auctioned.
Zhao Zhen has always been fond of calligraphy and painting treasures, and he suddenly became interested in it. When the painting was revealed in front of him, he fell in love with it at a glance.
After looking at the price increase, Zhao Zhen finally said: "Eight hundred taels!"
As soon as these words came out, the scene suddenly became quiet.
Zhao Zhen got the painting as she wished, but it also aroused many people's comments. Most of them were curious about who he was and why he was so generous.
When the painting was revealed in front of her eyes, Zhao Zhen looked at the touch of blue in the landscape, and then looked at the painting on the side, and suddenly exclaimed.
"I'm afraid it shocked the Qiong Tower in the sky. It shocked the Qiong Tower in the sky. What a "Linjiang Immortal"!"
"But why didn't you sign the payment?"
Zhao Zhen frowned, and then asked the shopkeeper, "Does the shopkeeper know who painted this painting?"
The shopkeeper said: "It was made by Mr. Wen."
"Can you think of me as going to meet this Mr. Wen?"
The shopkeeper refused at first, but when Zhao Zhen took out a bag of money, the shopkeeper's face suddenly became happy, and then he took him to see Mr. Wen.
When Zhao Zhen saw the painter, she couldn't help but be stunned, "She's so young..."
He is still in his thirties, but he has such writing power, which is really impressive.
Wen Yi saw an outsider coming, so he asked: "Shopkeeper, who is this..."
"Mr. Wen, this is the person who bought your painting for eight hundred li of silver!"
"Eight hundred taels!?"
Wen Yi's eyes widened in disbelief.
Zhao Zhen looked at him and smiled and said: "The landscape in your painting is very popular with me. Eight hundred taels is not worth mentioning."
Wen Yi paused when he heard this.
"Did I buy the landscape painting...?"
He thought it was a touch of cyan in the painting.
Zhao Zhen saw that he seemed a little lonely, so he asked: "Is it possible that he is missing?"
Wen Yi shook his head and said: "It's too much. If we only talk about landscapes, eight hundred taels would be enough to buy thousands of them."
Zhao Zhen asked: "Then why does Mr. Wen look like this?"
Wen Yi said: "The most important thing about this painting is not the landscape, but the green shadow in the painting and the inscription."
"oh?"
Zhao Zhen smiled and then said: "Young Master Wen, you might as well talk to me in detail."
Wen Yi paused and hesitated.
But after thinking about it, I decided to say it. There may not be many people who can believe these things, and even if they were said, they wouldn't be taken seriously.
"That was back in the old days..."
Wen Yi recounted what he had seen and heard, talking about the two gentlemen, the bandits in the mountains, and the incident of stealing hearts with copper coins.
Zhao Zhen listened, and the story was very mysterious. Although he didn't believe it, he was fascinated by it. The 'sir' in the story was indeed very different.
After filling it out, Zhao Zhen thought for a moment and asked: "How much truth does Mr. Wen say?"
Wen Yi shook his head and said: "I have personally experienced it and seen it with my own eyes. Of course, if you don't believe me, you can just listen to it as a story."
Zhao Zhen lowered her head and looked at the painting "Linjiang Immortal".
In fact, from the beginning, he was attracted by the touch of cyan in the painting.
Some events in the past few years made Zhao Zhen often think of that immortal being from this world.
Maybe it’s not just a story.
This person may have really met that otherworldly immortal!