(Thank you for your hard work, Nanchao. Now I am ninth on the newcomer list. Is there any chance to go further? There is progress and updates!)
Buzz!
There was a sound as small as the chirping of mosquitoes, and almost at the same time, a glimmer of light burst out from the tip of the evil-proof pen resting on the inkstone, like a mini version of lightning, it disappeared in an instant...
Chen Jianchen, who was standing at the window with his hands behind his back and looking out, knew nothing about this.
After sending Wang Fu away, he still felt uneasy, and he was also on pins and needles when he couldn't find a Taoist priest to go home. The reason was not only partly worried about Wang Fu, but also his doubts about the identity of the peach blossom - Chen Jianchen thought
It is better to get to the bottom of this matter, if it turns out to be as unbearable and dangerous as imagined, it is better to be prepared in advance, than to lose one's life in confusion.
Outside the window, the setting sun is like blood.
Chen Jianchen suddenly turned around and came to the desk. Without thinking, he picked up the evil-proofing pen and wrote a big character on the white paper spread out on the table:
"chaos"!
His characters are like dragons and phoenixes dancing, hearty and full of momentum, which is completely different from the regular regular script he usually writes.
Ever since he got used to writing with a brush, Chen Jianchen has deliberately used his reading time to copy and practice calligraphy. He is much more interested in practicing calligraphy than memorizing the Four Books - his motivation for reading is unlikely to change in a short period of time, so he should first
If you practice calligraphy well, it can be considered a useful skill for making a living.
You must know that in the Tiantong Dynasty, good calligraphy was very popular. If you became a famous calligrapher, you would be surrounded by a halo and be respected and sought after by everyone.
"Those who disturb my heart will cause me so much trouble today..."
Chen Jianchen sighed, put down his brush, and walked out of the study.
"Liu Xian, it's almost dinner, where are you going?"
Hearing the noise, Mo Sanniang poked her head out of the kitchen and asked.
Chen Jianchen replied: "Mother, I will go for a walk and come back..."
He had already stepped out of the gate and went straight out of the village entrance without stopping.
The sun was setting in the west, and the sky was filled with red clouds, and the sky was filled with a gloomy atmosphere.
Chen Jianchen came to the edge of the stream outside the village and was looking at the sky with his hands behind his hands. Suddenly, a timid greeting came from beside him: "Brother Liuxian, why are you here..."
Chen Jianchen was startled when he saw a girl wearing a blue cotton-padded coat standing three steps away from him. The girl's features were picturesque, fresh and refined. Although she was not covered in any jewels, she looked more like a hibiscus, clean and elegant, as if
A graceful lotus flower.
Abao...
Soon, such a name came to Chen Jianchen's mind - A Bao is a girl living at the end of Jingyang Village. She is only thirteen years old this year. Her parents died early, and she is all alone, which is very pitiful. In
In their childhood, Chen Jianchen and Abao often played in the water and sand together, and they were a bit like childhood sweethearts. However, as Chen Jianchen gradually embarked on the road of studying, their relationship gradually became estranged.
Contact was cut off.
In the past, Chen Jianchen was a typical nerd, with a bad temper and a bad temper. He ignored all other things except reading. But every once in a while, Abao would secretly come to the private school where Chen Jianchen was studying and listen to him from a distance.
The sound of reading was very intoxicating.
Of course, Chen Jianchen was not aware of these things at that time - even if he was aware of it, he would not express anything.
After A Bao's parents died, her life was very miserable. She had no relatives, no land, no skills, and could only make a living by going up the mountain to collect firewood and wild fruits. Her house had long since collapsed and was uninhabitable. She lives in a small Tuigong temple behind the village. People in the village usually see her as pitiful and occasionally give her some firewood, rice, oil and salt to help her.
The children of the poor have long been in charge. Although Po is illiterate, he is a simple man who understands many principles. In addition, he has a well-behaved personality and is naturally beautiful. He is as beautiful as a flower. He is still young and cannot talk about marriage. If After two more years of growing up, I can probably find a well-to-do family to marry into and escape from my miserable life.
In fact, in recent years, some aunts and grandmothers have come over and arranged for A Bao to be a child bride for others. Some of them even included wealthy families in Jiangzhou City. But for some reason, A Bao shook his head and refused, preferring to be alone. People go through their days in silence...
When Chen Jianchen's eyes met, the girl hurriedly lowered her head, rubbed her clothes uneasily with her little hands, and muttered: "Oh, this... I forgot that you are now a scholar and have achieved fame. I should call you... "
"Just call me Brother Liuxian, I think it sounds good."
Her next words were suddenly blocked by Chen Jianchen.
Abao raised his head in surprise, his black and white eyes wide open. When he met Chen Jianchen's eyes, he quickly dodged away. His face turned red and he didn't know what to say. Thinking about it, she seemed to have been there for many years. I haven't said a word to Chen Jianchen anymore. Although they live in the same village, they have their own lives, and they seem to be worlds apart.
Looking at his worn-out cotton-padded clothes, Chen Jianchen asked: "It's so cold, why did you run out?"
Although it was sunny today, it was dry and cold. In the evening, the north wind was blowing. The north wind blew on A Bao's body, and she faintly trembled, like a flower shrinking in the wind.
Hearing Chen Jianchen's question, Abao was still nervous as usual, and after a while he answered softly: "Just now a Taoist priest ran out of nowhere and came to the Tudigong Temple... I was a little scared, so I ran out. "
Her voice was so timid and soft that Chen Jianchen almost didn't hear it clearly. He first said "oh" in reaction, and then said excitedly: "Taoist priest? What kind of Taoist priest?"
After saying a few more words, Abao gradually relaxed and explained: "Well, he is a middle-aged Taoist priest with a beard... He also holds a bamboo pole sign in his hand with words written on it, but I I don’t know what words are written on it.”
Chen Jianchen suddenly asked: "Is he carrying a wooden sword on his back, and is he holding a bell in his other hand?"
Abao scratched his head and thought for a while before saying: "It seems that he was carrying a sword on his back, but the bell was missing...I ran out without seeing clearly."
Chen Jianchen thought for a moment and thought that this Taoist priest was probably the Laoshan Taoist priest. He really couldn't find him without wearing iron shoes. It took no effort to get him. He couldn't find him when he looked for him outside. Instead, he came to the village silently. , but I don’t know what to mess with...
For this Taoist priest, Chen Jianchen does not have too many substantive wishes at the moment. He just wants to find him and ask some things clearly. As for whether the other person is a legendary outsider, he will have to meet and get to know him before he knows, so that he can make more plans. Detailed response plan.
Thinking of this, Chen Jianchen was afraid that the Taoist priest would run away again, so he immediately walked towards the back village and rushed to the Tudigong Temple. Abao didn't know why, but he followed behind without any hesitation.