Rise From the Humble

The pitter-patter rain last night had stopped by the time Zhu Ping'an finished his second chapter, Ping Japanese Policy.

In the early morning, after washing, Zhu Pingan opened the window and instantly felt a breath of fresh air blowing into his face. Sure enough, the rain washed away the dust in the sky. The air quality was better than that in modern cities with heavy smog. Thousands of times.

Zhu Ping'an put the copybook and a hand-written book from the desk into his cross-body schoolbag, and then took out the oil cakes that his mother Chen made when she came. However, after more than two days, the oil cakes already had a light sour taste. However, thinking of his mother making pancakes all night, Zhu Pingan wrapped the remaining two pancakes and some pickles in paper, sandwiched the black wooden board, and brought them downstairs.

I ordered a bowl of porridge in the lobby, ate it with fried pancakes and pickled vegetables.

After breakfast, Zhu Pingan walked slowly to the bank of the Qinhuai River as usual with his schoolbag slung across his body and a black wooden board under his arm.

Due to the heavy rain in the past few days, the water in the Qinhuai River swelled a lot and could not pass the first stone step. Zhu Pingan took a bamboo tube from his schoolbag to contain the river water, and then walked to the woods where he usually practiced calligraphy and reading.

On the other side of the Qinhuai River, a girl with a ponytail and extremely gorgeous clothes got up and opened the window. Then she suddenly became excited, stretched out her slender hand and pulled down the seventeen-eighth-year-old girl who was dressing next to her, and pointed to the other side of the Qinhuai River outside the window. He said with some excitement: "Sister, do you think that figure is my benefactor?"

When the girl next to her who was dressing up heard this, she put down the rouge in her hand and looked out the window, but there were only boats coming and going in her sight, and no one was there.

"Good sister, please stop lying to me. We admitted our mistakes the first two times. Such a gentle and gentle gentleman is not something we can dream of." The girl who was dressing up turned around from the window with some disappointment. Advise the girl next to you.

"But, but sister. I seemed to have really seen it just now." The girl with a ponytail puffed her mouth.

"That's what you said the last two times." The seventeen-year-old girl said angrily, and then she took the girl with a ponytail and sat in front of the dressing table and started dressing her up.

Fallen leaves covered the entire forest, and the ground could not be seen. Even the stones used to practice calligraphy were covered with fallen leaves. However, the air in the forest was excellent, fresh and mixed with the fragrance of earth, refreshing and refreshing.

Zhu Pingan picked up a branch and cleaned the stones. Put the black wooden board on top, put a thick coarse cloth on the small stone on the other side, sit on it and practice calligraphy. Zhu Ping'an's handwriting now has his own style. In current calligraphy competitions, it will definitely win first prize.

Slowly, morning light appeared in the east, and gradually the sun rose.

The sun shines through the gaps in the trees and shines on Zhu Pingan, who is leaning over to practice calligraphy, giving him a faint golden halo.

"Good words, good words."

There was a sudden cold voice next to him. Zhu Ping'an, who was practicing calligraphy, was startled. He looked up and saw an old man dressed as a Taoist standing next to him, reviewing the words he wrote on the black board. Full of praise.

Although this old man has white hair, he has a ruddy complexion and an elegant expression. He wears a purple sun scarf on his head and a Bagua suit. His sleeves were fluttering in the gentle breeze, and his whole body exuded the aura of an old magic stick.

Damn it, when did this old bastard come?

Zhu Ping'an was so frightened by the old magician's sudden voice that he almost threw away the brush in his hand. After calming down, he looked up and down at the old magician. He curled his lips slightly, this seasoned man pretended to be the real deal.

"Hiss" the old Taoist made such a sound after Zhu Pingan raised his head.

Are you a Taoist priest or a snake spirit? What a yarn! Bad review!

Zhu Ping'an complained in his heart, looking at the old Taoist's surprised expression, he cursed, the next sentence of this old Taoist would not be to say, Sao Nian, I see your face is surprised, heaven is full, you must be extraordinary.

The next second, an experienced voice sounded

"This young master, I think your face is quite extraordinary."

Really, it has been the same routine for hundreds of years.

Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but laugh, "How much money does a Taoist priest need to make a hexagram? I'm afraid he will disappoint the Taoist priest. The kid is short of money and has nothing in his sleeves, but he can't give the Taoist priest the hexagram money."

"I only care about fate, not money."

The old Taoist looked at Zhu Ping'an and shook his head, with an inscrutable look, stroking his long beard, and the aura of the magic stick spread all over his body to the extreme.

"This young master doesn't seem to believe what I say?" the old magician asked lightly.

Zhu Ping'an stood up, cupped his hands, and nodded sincerely: "To tell you the truth from the Taoist priest, I don't believe this. I only have a few coins with me, so I should treat the Taoist priest to breakfast. I have to study to prepare for the exam. I'm rude." .”

As he spoke, Zhu Pingan took out a dozen copper coins from his schoolbag and handed them to the old Taoist in front of him, indicating that he should take the money to have breakfast and not to disturb his reading.

Then, something unexpected happened to Zhu Pingan. This old man had quite a professional ethics. He actually shook his head and refused. He didn't even look at the copper coins that Zhu Pingan handed over and muttered:

"The head is the lord of all yangs, the face is the sect of the five elements, the spiritual home of hundreds of meridians, and the divine path to the five internal organs. It is the image of the three talents that determines the gain and loss of the body. The face of the young man is extraordinary. With this kind of face, a poor man can only I’ve met two of them.”

The old Taoist said, and held out two fingers with a look of magic.

Zhu Ping'an was not interested in the two people the old man mentioned at all. He just wanted to send this old magic stick away quickly so that he could read a book early.

"Taoist Master, please don't reveal the secret."

If he followed common sense, Zhu Pingan would definitely ask Lao Dao who the two of them were. However, Zhu Pingan just wanted to read more books at this time and did not act according to common sense at all.

Zhu Ping'an had spoken to this extent, and the old Taoist still had the calm and airy air of an old master, and did not feel embarrassed at all, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if the young master doesn't believe in Pindao. To be honest, Pindao also doesn't believe it. The young master's face is even more extraordinary than what Pindao saw before those two people."

Is this old man still relying on him?

Zhu Pingan looked at the book he was copying in his hand and was speechless.

The old Taoist noticed the book in Zhu Pingan's hand, but he shook his head with a smile, and his words sounded like a stick.

"This book is not worthy of the young master's appearance."

Hearing this, Zhu Ping'an was even more speechless. The book he copied was Zhu Xi's version of the Four Books and Five Classics. As a member of a poor family, he relied on this to take the imperial examination. Just now you said that I have an extraordinary appearance. If I don’t rely on this to take the imperial examination, why should I be extraordinary? It’s self-contradictory.

By the way, this veteran is not fooling himself into buying books.

Zhu Ping'an had this idea when he saw the old Taoist take out two thick wrinkled books from nowhere and hand them to him very slyly.

It really is! Zhu Pingan was speechless.

"These two books are worthy of the prince's appearance." The old Taoist said, and put the two books into Zhu Pingan's hands.

Forced buying and selling?

But what happened next was beyond Zhu Pingan's expectation. Before Zhu Pingan could say anything, the old Taoist put the book in Zhu Pingan's hands and drifted away.

"I saw two people, one was named Yan and the other was named Zhang. There are already tigers in the famous mountains. If the young tigers enter the mountains and forests, please take care of yourself."

I'm so tired these days.