It's just that the gray hair on the temples is gradually increasing.

In fact, Shao Zhou didn't know his age. When he rescued him, he looked to be in his thirties. However, in recent years, he has been plagued by old injuries and new illnesses and suffered a lot of torture.

The noble demeanor has not yet worn off, but it is gradually gaining the momentum of a prosperous future.

"Why are you so confused about this matter?" Taoist Qinghui slowly rubbed a piece of ink in the inkstone and kept coughing - this was the root of the disease left in his lungs after he drowned in the river for a long time.

.Due to a cough, his hand often holds the pen unsteadily, and the scrolls piled up on the bookshelf in the corner have recently slowed down significantly.

"The man in Shaanzhou City promoted you. You have done well in the past few years, and the position of the general manager of the government office was also given to you. Although he is a person who usually doesn't say anything, he has to worry about the family affairs of his subordinates.

Yes. Now that you have a daughter and you ask an outsider to name her, he will become cautious and care about her."

He picked up a wolf brush and moistened the ink in the inkstone, and suddenly laughed again, "If he is a little curious and comes to see this outsider, do you think I can still live in Shaanzhou?"

"

After Shao Yun came back from the expedition, he naturally knew that his younger brother had met a Taoist priest who often provided him with constant support. At first, he was worried that his younger brother had never seen the world and would not be deceived by the magic of gods and demons spoken by the demon Taoist, so he proposed to use the sheep's horns.

Come to the mountain to pay a visit. Every time he visits, Taoist Qinghui is either collecting medicine in the mountains or going out for a wander. Ten of the ten stops he does not see his true face. Shao Yun gets so angry that he almost kicks down the two broken wooden doors.

, it wasn’t until Shao Zhou showed his brother the scrolls that had been stacked on several bookshelves in the Taoist temple that he calmed down and told his brother that he would be counted as a share of the future donations, and he stopped mentioning the matter.

When Shao Zhou heard what he said, he nodded: "Here."

But before a moment passed, he laughed again and said: "Then when I have a son, I will still ask the Taoist priest to teach him calligraphy and martial arts. For example, my family can't write this handwriting so well. Now I go to a private school."

, Shu Xiucao is so expensive, sir, he is not as knowledgeable as the Taoist priest..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted: "Can you rely on me to give up your good idea?"

Shao Zhou stood up from the table with a smile and sang to the man opposite: "That kid thanks you first."

Taoist Qinghui had no choice but to say, "Come with me for a walk. During the recent Huangmei season, the paper is wet and I can't write."

Sure enough, the lingering rain outside only dampened the ground. The locust trees and elm leaves that fell to the ground were green and white, covered with a layer of fine water drops. Shao Zhou was afraid that Taoist Qinghui would catch the cold and cough without anyone to take care of him at night.

She carefully held a paper umbrella for him beside him. They walked slowly to the thatched pavilion on the top of the mountain, and then stopped to watch.

Yangjiao Mountain is located in the north of Shaanzhou City. It is so steep that there is a poem praising it: "With a single horn hanging in the middle of the Yellow River, it is suspected to be the Three Gorges Feilai Peak. Looking up at the pines three thousand feet, overlooking the roaring waves rushing down the nine states." From the top of the mountain, you can see all sides of Shaanzhou. The mountain is surrounded by rivers on three sides, and the city is half a city with smoke and trees and half a city with fields. On the wall in the distance, soldiers patrolling with armor and swords can be vaguely seen. The big flag that has experienced war and blood is erected at this critical moment, even if the flag is stained with sadness. The raindrops can't fly in the air, but the four powerful characters "mainstay" have been engraved in the hearts and souls of the residents here, and they will never be forgotten.

The drizzle moistened the light. One of them was sitting on the rock, and the other was standing by the side. They all just looked at the misty and peaceful state between heaven and earth. At the foot of the mountain, there were old men driving cattle and shouting as they passed by, and there were people picking herbs. The burden came down from the stone path, and I sang songs happily on the mountain road, and gradually went farther and farther.

"Yesterday, I dreamed of Shao Yun."

"He asked me, you have been here once, but have you been to Huaishang? Have you seen Nanyang? Have you worshiped at Yaoshan Temple? Have you been to Yuetai in the capital? I answered, none."

"The boss was not happy, so he said to me, "Then what are you doing here? Have you been here in vain these past few years? We don't expect you to go to the capital to meet the officials who are like gods, but you can visit the world." It sounds a lot more satisfying."

Shao Zhou pursed his lips and smiled, "This is indeed my brother's temper."

Before he could continue the conversation, he heard a rush of footsteps. Shao Zhou turned around and saw that it was a servant in green clothes from the government office. When he saw the visitor, he bowed hastily and said, "Butler, please let me find you easily. King Jin His Highness and Shao Jiedu are discussing matters and would like to call you over."

Taoist Qinghui sat quietly on the stone and did not look back. After hearing this, he just said lightly: "Go, don't delay the matter."

Shao Zhou was always a little worried for some reason, and he said hesitantly, "The boy will come back in two days to give Mr. a newly cut Taoist robe."

"good."

"And sir, don't just eat old rice. It will be bad for your spleen and stomach over time."

"It's not rotten. Why did you eat it?"

"I brought freshly ground gold powder with me today. Sir, don't copy too much. It will hurt your eyes and make it difficult to take care of them."

"Now I only write one page a day until I run out of gold powder."

"Sir, please remember to take medicine at night. Coughing for a long time will always hurt your health. My brother said that a doctor came from Tokyo. He used to be a master of internal medicine in the Yue family army. He will bring it to you tomorrow for him to have a look at."

He stood there chattering, always feeling that there were endless things to tell him, and finally made Taoist Qinghui impatient. He flicked his sleeves and said, "Why do you talk so much today! Stop bothering me and go about your business!" "

Shao Zhou smiled and bowed: "Yes, let's go."

He hurriedly followed the servant and stopped when he reached the middle of the mountain. He looked back and saw that the man was still sitting in the pavilion and had not moved. His figure was dignified and indestructible, as if he was the same as the green mountains, rivers and boundless mountains he had guarded in his previous life. The mist and rain blend into one.

Two days later, Shao Zhou went back to Lu Zuguan. The bronze lock on the door was hanging empty and the wooden fan was half-closed.

He quietly walked in, and the ground was covered with fallen flowers. The courtyard was silent, and the sound of birds singing and cuckoos could be heard everywhere. The wind roared in the distance and the sea of ​​pine trees added to the feeling of infinite loneliness.

The quiet room where that person usually stayed was now deserted, leaving only scrolls all over the wall. A blank page of paper was nailed with a copper hairpin in front of the desk. Shao Zhou walked over and saw that the words on it were the clear words he was familiar with. The handwriting of Hui Taoist. I think that person came from a powerful family. He must have received guidance from a famous teacher when he was young. In addition, he was talented and worked hard, so he could have such good handwriting and graceful handwriting. That Zhang Xie The official paper was as light as nothing in the hand, and what was written was the world-famous "Qingyu Case" written by Banque Zhao and Song Dynasty officials:

Moth snow willow golden strands.

The laughter is full of fragrance.

People look for him thousands of Baidu.

Suddenly looking back, that person was there,
Chapter completed!