Chapter 10 Where Is This Bridge?

He said he didn't understand, so Niu Youdao pretended not to understand, otherwise it would be a bit of nonsense for a boy in a mountain village to understand these things.

After chatting casually for a while, Niu Youdao went back to the yard.

After wandering around in the courtyard for a while, I entered the 'Peach Blossom Hall' and sat on the futon. I casually pulled over a small basket for storing sundries. There were needles, threads, scissors, and two bronze mirrors in it. All of them seemed to be items for daily use, and there was nothing conspicuous about them, but one of the bronze mirrors was the one he brought.

The things that Dong Guo Haoran entrusted so solemnly, he stored so casually, the most dangerous place is the safest place, if it is hidden too tightly, it will be suspicious if someone digs it out.

Fiddled with the bronze mirror in his hand, he was a little puzzled as to where this thing should go.

Dong Guo Haoran's confession is obviously extraordinary, he entrusted his life to him, he was born in the Jianghu in his previous life and can have such qualifications in the Jianghu, so he naturally has the word "morality" in his heart, but Tang Mu is dead, Dong Guo Haoran is solemn The admonition should only be given to Tang Mu and should not be known to a third party, which made him very embarrassed.

He also hesitated whether to hand over the things to Shang Qingzong. The reason for his hesitation was of course Dong Guo Haoran's explanation, but also because Shang Qingzong really treated him badly, and he has been placed under house arrest until now. So he wanted to ponder over the bronze mirror to see if he could figure out the mystery in it, and then decide whether to hand it over to Shang Qingzong according to the situation.

However, so far, he has used various methods on the bronze mirror, such as roasting with fire, soaking in water, lighting, knocking to listen to the sound, etc., but he has not been able to find any clues. , there is no sign of any mechanism inside.

Now he was a little suspicious of whether the bronze mirror was something like a keepsake.

He checked it over and over again, but it was still the same, but he didn't see anything, Niu Youdao gritted his teeth, and threw the bronze mirror back into the small basket.

Then he did some daily exercises for his body, such as weight-bearing splits, pulling ropes and hanging beams to turn over, etc. It was not to practice some bravery, but to exercise the flexibility of the body. According to his experience in the world, he knows how to unlock more limbs in martial arts and self-defense angles. Once he needs to protect himself, he can save his life at critical moments. Whether he heard the news in Xiaomiao Village or Shangqingzong, it proves that the world is in troubled times. In the middle, no matter what the future holds, he tries to make some preparations for the rainy day.

Cultivation is divided into civil and martial arts. In addition to exercises and physical training, in my spare time, I dug out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the house to practice the common small seal script in the world, and copied it from some books. For an 'expert archaeologist' like him, there is no problem in identifying Xiaozhuan fonts. He also writes well in calligraphy books, but he has never really used a brush to write Xiaozhuan fonts. The direction of the strokes is different. So it takes practice.

Fortunately, his original brush calligraphy skills were good, but at the beginning it was deformed and out of shape, but after just a month or so, it has become more presentable.

There is a charcoal basin next to the book case, and he will burn his calligraphy after writing.

The things he needs to practice calligraphy, Shang Qingzong has sufficient supplies, which can be regarded as the benefit of Song Yanqing's happiness.

He has been under house arrest so far, with his current ability, he has no choice but to arrange his every day to the fullest...

The next day, a brand new recliner still exuded a woody fragrance, and it looked like it was newly made, and it was placed under the peach blossom tree.

Chen Guishuo pointed at the reclining chair and winked at Niu Youdao, "Little brother, the reclining chair you want is here."

Niu Youdao didn't expect him to be so efficient, probably because the recliner was bought for Chen Guishuo's own use. He cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Thank you, Senior Brother Chen."

This time, Song Yanqing, whom I hadn’t seen for a long time, was also here. She seemed to be in a good mood, and she smiled when she saw Niu Youdao. The playfulness in the smile was undisguised, and there was a sense of evil in it. She patted Niu Youdao on the shoulder and asked: "Little brother , how are you living here?"

Niu Youdao: "It's okay, it's 10,000 times better than eating in the village, but it's a bit boring to be confined here and not be able to go out for a walk."

Song Yanqing said cheerfully: "How long have you been here, calm your mind first, how can you practice if you can't calm down? Don't worry, you will walk around later." After finishing speaking, he walked to the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back and looked at the Shangqing Palace on the opposite side, with a beautiful face Imagining the look, sometimes frowning and thinking, finally sighed, "It's a pity that I'm not in the capital!"

Niu Youdao leaned over and asked curiously, "Senior Brother Song, what's wrong with the capital?"

Song Yanqing sighed blankly, "The mountains and fields can't compare to the prosperity of poetry and poetry in the capital!"

Niu Youdao was suddenly confused, poetry and songs? You, a practitioner, sighed and sighed for a poem, what do you mean?

The corners of Chen Guishuo's mouth twitched, it could be said that he was secretly amused, he and Xu Yitian were basically Song Yanqing's followers, so they knew what was going on. Song Yanqing has liked Tang Yi for many years, and Tang Yi likes the tone of poetry and songs. In order to please Song Yanqing, whenever there is a good poem in the capital, someone will send it to him immediately, and he will dedicate it to Tang Yi for appreciation. This time Song Yanqing didn't know which tendon was wrong. It is estimated that there was no good goods from the capital for a long time. His hands were itchy for a while, so he wrote a poem by himself, and asked him and Xu Yitian how they wrote it. How could they say that he wrote it? No, of course it is yes. As a result, Song Yanqing sent it to Tang Yi. He didn't know the specific process. Anyway, after Song Yanqing came back, his face was not very good-looking, and he and Xu Yitian were scolded to vent his anger. Thinking about it, he can guess what happened thing.

So he understood Song Yanqing's mood very well. If it was in the prosperous place of poetry in the capital, with the power of the Song family, it would not be difficult to find good writers to write some good poems to pretend to be his own masterpieces to please Tang Yi. As for the momentary itching, he made a fool of himself in front of Tang Yi.

Song Yanqing, who came back to his senses, didn't seem to want to mention this matter, turned around and entered the yard, and walked around to check.

He is responsible for taking care of Niu Youdao, and it is impossible to let him go. It is reasonable to come to check occasionally to prevent accidents.

Niu Youdao, who was still outside, asked Chen Guishuo, "Why is Brother Song so obsessed with poetry and songs?"

Chen Guishuo's mouth was itchy, and he pointed out in a low voice: "There was an amazingly talented person from our master's school. Having stayed by his side, you can be regarded as his student, contaminated with elegance, and then fell in love with poetry and songs!"

But Niu Youdao suddenly realized that he understood that Song Yanqing's feelings for Song Yanqing wanted to please the beauty, and at the same time, he was curious about the person Chen Guishuo mentioned, "Which senior is Senior Sister Tang following?"

Speaking of this senior, Chen Guishuo was stunned for a moment, his eyes obviously flashed with fear, he seemed to realize that he shouldn't talk nonsense, and he gave Niu Youdao a look, as if warning Niu Youdao not to ask, shut up , quickly followed the yard.

Niu Youdao rolled his eyes and followed quickly.

Song Yanqing, who had turned around once, told Chen Guishuo a few words, and was about to leave with his hands behind his back. Niu Youdao rushed to catch up and shouted: "Brother Song, when I was in the village, my teacher often wrote some poems. , I memorized some, but I don’t know how it’s written, how about you help me appreciate it.”

Song Yanqing didn't even have the interest to look back, he kept on stepping, and said casually: "What good things can a poor scholar write?" He sneered, his tone full of disdain.

A down-and-out scholar? Niu Youdao's heart shuddered. It seemed that Emperor Qingzong had already figured out his details. He only found out about a down-and-out scholar who became a teacher in Xiaomiao Village when he told the villagers about his basic situation.

But what did he come here for after all the hardships? It was Chongdong Guo Haoran who came here with his terrifying abilities, and he didn't come here to be under house arrest and waste time. He really wanted to get the cultivation method of Shang Qingzong. After Naihe was under house arrest, he couldn't find a gap to start, and finally hit it. How could Niu Youdao miss it easily, and shouted: "My teacher said that he traveled in the capital, and some of the love poems he wrote have won many women. of joy."

Hearing this, Song Yanqing slowly stopped and turned around where he was about to leave the hospital.

Chen Guishuo quickly glanced at Niu Youdao, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, Niu Youdao obviously followed his reminder just now, and by the way, this kid seems to be a big kid!

"Oh! Let's appreciate what poems your teacher has written." Song Yanqing, who turned around, seemed a little interested.

Niu Youdao immediately returned to Taohuatang, knelt and sat beside the desk, dripped water and rubbed ink, pulled a piece of paper and laid it on the paper, pressed both sides of the paperweight, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote small seal characters one by one.

"As expected of someone who has read and read, the handwriting is quite decent!" Song Yanqing, who came to stand by the case, exaggerated a little, looked for the handwriting and read slowly, "Xian Clouds make coincidences, flying stars spread hate, silver and men are far and dark. Once golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win, but there are countless people in the world..." After reading these two eyes, they suddenly burst into light. He may not be able to write any good poems, but for the There is still some ability to appreciate good poetry, at least you can tell whether it is good or bad.

When Niu Youdao stopped writing, Song Yanqing couldn't help but quickly pushed aside the paperweight, shook the paper with ink on it in his hand, blew on the ink, and couldn't wait to continue reading again, "Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, endure Gu Queqiao The way back. If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be in the day and night... If the two feelings are long, how can they be in the day and night..." It was really repeating the last sentence, and finally shook his head with a beautiful face : "Good words! Good words!" I feel that this word is written for him.

Niu Youdao was secretly amused, put aside his pen, stood up, pretending not to understand: "Is it a good word?"

Song Yanqing nodded, staring at the handwriting repeatedly, then looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "What does Magpie Bridge mean? Where is this bridge?"

"Uh..." Niu Youdao was a little speechless. It seemed that there was no story about the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl here, so he said blankly, "It's written by the teacher. I don't know where the Magpie Bridge is."

Song Yanqing thought about it, and then turned his head to Chen Guishuo who was dumbfounded, and drove Chen Guishuo out.

Without other people, Song Yanqing smiled at Niu Youdao and said, "You said your teacher often wrote such poems?"

Niu Youdao thought to himself, I have a pile in my stomach, you can have as much as you want, nodded and said: "It seems to be."

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