What makes him worthy of study is not only his ability to condense energy, but also his proficiency in affairs.
In fact, several people called by the head of the family, Zhuang Zhiyuan, were like this. To go further, people like Xu Tonghui were very outstanding among the family servants in terms of performance in affairs, and they were also the ones who had served the family for generations.
Only then was he specially granted permission to practice cultivation.
Being familiar with business does not necessarily mean being familiar with traveling.
But things in the world are often similar on some levels. When Xu Tonghui played around with things like setting up camp, it could be seen that it was his first time, because he had to stop and think about it from time to time, but in general, he behaved like
Presentable.
Generally not bad!
This is already very good.
However, it can be seen that this person is very attentive and a little anxious at the same time, especially when he is stuck somewhere and needs to pause. At that time, he will often use the corner of his eye to secretly take a quick look at something.
Guangling.
Xu Guangling ignored him completely and pretended not to see him.
The camp was quickly set up, and it was almost the same as in the previous life. The tools and components were naturally very different, but the purpose of "bedding below and covering above" remained exactly the same.
Then comes the fire.
I brought dry food, but I definitely had to boil the water.
Xu Tonghui wandered around casually and collected a lot of dead leaves and wood. Then he used a small wooden bucket to fetch a bucket of water from the nearby river.
Not to mention Qingshui City, the entire Annan County is full of rivers, large and small, criss-crossing the surface of the earth. Therefore, a considerable part of the cities in Annan County are named after "water".
Soon after, dinner started.
Xu Guangling chewed his food slowly, as if the dry food and hot water were all rich in taste.
Xu Tonghui was a little bit confused about the taste of food. On the one hand, this dry food was not very delicious, but it only accounted for less than 1% of the reason why he couldn't taste the food.
From time to time, his eyes would still glance at the ground beside Xu Guangling's hand, intentionally or unintentionally.
The previous piece of paper was rolled into a tube and placed there quietly.
In Xu Tonghui's eyes, it was not paper or painting at all, but a "holy object".
He didn't know what was going on, but just after seeing it once, he felt that all his mind was sucked into it, and he still can't take it back until now.
There was a voice in his heart telling him, silent but resolute, almost shouting: Get it! Get it!
Xu Tonghui finished eating quickly.
But Xu Guangling was still eating slowly, slowly, slowly.
To paraphrase Einstein's description of the theory of relativity, Xu Tonghui felt that the duration of this meal was as long as a hundred years.
When Xu Guangling put down the bowl and signaled that he was done eating, Xu Tonghui cleaned up the mess with lightning speed, washing what needed to be washed and collecting what needed to be collected.
Soon, um, it should be less than ten minutes, he sat opposite Xu Guangling again, "Master, is there anything else you need?"
He said respectfully.
"I don't have any needs, Uncle Xu, do you?" Xu Guangling said with a smile.
Xu Tonghui lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes without saying anything, but his eyes secretly turned away again.
Xu Guangling didn't tease him much, "Here, I'll leave it to you for safekeeping for now."
After getting the paper roll and unfolding it, Xu Tonghui had nothing else in his mind.
On the drawing paper, the ancient road is mottled and occupies the entire drawing paper from front to end. More than that, it seems to extend from the drawing paper, extending forward and backward infinitely.
The sky and earth are vast, blending into the ancient road.
If it were on Earth, if it happened to like ancient Chinese poetry, and if it happened to have read a certain poem, then at this time, a few lines of words would probably emerge from its thoughts.
Never seen the ancients before
Never seen again
Thoughts of heaven and earth
Sad and crying alone
Xu Tonghui did not know such words, but at this moment, his heart was occupied by a sudden and inexplicable confusion.
There is a feeling of vastness as the world is infinite.
The world is infinite and I am confused about where to go.
The next moment, his eyes unconsciously shifted to the upper right corner of the drawing paper, the corner of the ancient road.
In that corner, a figure was half kneeling there.
That's him!
Xu Tonghui's confused and unfounded mind seemed to find its focus in an instant, and suddenly merged with the figure on the drawing paper.
Then, he seemed to have come to the drawing paper and felt everything depicted on the drawing paper.
I can't tell you exactly how I feel.
Can't tell.
In short, Xu Tonghui's mind was absorbed there.
Time passed little by little, from evening to night, and then from night to late night.
Xu Tonghui had already put down his drawing paper and fell asleep.
But late at night, Xu Tonghui suddenly woke up.
It's not like I've never woken up in the middle of the night, but usually, it's always in the family. When I wake up at that time, I naturally go back to sleep quickly. If I don't sleep, I'm crazy.
At this time, Xu Tonghui stood up quietly without disturbing Zhuang Mingtang, who was sleeping on the other side of the felt tent. He walked out of the felt tent quietly.
On the horizon, a crescent moon hangs low.
At night in the wild, the wind blows across the fields, but it is not too strong. Overall, it is a kind of vastness and tranquility.
Xu Tonghui's mind suddenly turned to the painting again, and then he remembered the line of small words at the bottom of the painting paper, "The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear dew covers the stone steps."
When he was looking at it before, Xu Tonghui's whole mind was absorbed by the picture. Although he saw the word, he didn't care. Even if he had time at that time, he would probably not take it seriously.
There are no flowers around here, so where can the fragrance come from?
It's still far away, and it's still invaded the ancient road.
That's fine, the second half of the sentence is even more problematic!
Qinglu, it is undoubtedly dew. "Manshishi", is this dew or the rising water of the river?
Besides, this is an official road, there are only large flat stones one after another, and there are no stone steps.
Therefore, this line of writing has absolutely nothing to do with the picture. At that time, Xu Tonghui's mind was entirely on the picture, and until the end, he only had a vague impression of this line of writing.
And that impression is just
After the young master drew the picture, he indeed "randomly" wrote this line of words that had nothing to do with the picture.
But at this time, outside the felt tent, Xu Tonghui was sitting by the official road in the night. When he was thinking of the painting in his mind, this line of words suddenly jumped out with a strong posture, replacing the painting and occupying the space.
His mind.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road.
Xu Tonghui's nose sniffed unconsciously.
It does smell, but it's not the scent of flowers, but the scent of some nearby big trees and weeds.
Xu Tonghui had never paid attention to these things before. He seemed to have never paid attention to them in his dozens of lives. Of course, he had never slept in the wild.
This is the first night, the first time.
And at this moment, he suddenly discovered that the smell seemed to be quite... quite good?
Xu Tonghui's breathing slowed down unconsciously, as if he was afraid of disturbing the smell [.], and then, the smell that passed into his nose became clearer.
But, it's not just in the nose, the smell seems to permeate the entire body.
Yes, it's just overflowing.
Xu Tonghui's mind was unconsciously drawn from this sentence to the next sentence.
Clear dew spreads over the stone steps.
The ground was damp, giving Xu Tonghui the impression that it was soaked with dew.
In the gentle breathing, Xu Tonghui's mind and consciousness seemed to be calmed down, so calm that it was close to a trance, and in the trance, the official road where he was sitting seemed to slowly change.
On his left hand side, from near to far, the rocks are sinking bit by bit, piece by piece.
On his right hand side, from near to far, the stones are rising bit by bit, piece by piece.
In this way, the smooth official road gradually turned into a thoroughfare...