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Volume 1, Chapter 229 of Yan Cunzheng: Pursuing old dreams with head held high all the way

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    See the fastest update 229. Zeng Xian sent Zi Baifeng outside the back door of Zhizhengyuan, and stopped to watch Zi Baifeng walk into the yard.  Before Zi Baifeng entered the door, he turned back, looked at Zeng Xian, and said: "Now that it has been decided, I still have many things to tell you. In Xijing, I have many enemies, and these enemies may want to take me away."  Life is at stake. If you really want to follow me, there is no way out." Zeng Xian's heart tightened, but nothing is easy on the path of spiritual practice. Who doesn't have enemies?  When he made offerings to the Jin family in Yancheng, he also escorted a caravan and narrowly escaped death on the road.  Seeing Zeng Xian nodding slowly and heavily, Zi Baifeng said again: "In that case, I will give you a piece of advice." Zi Baifeng turned around and went into the yard, but Zeng Xian was still thinking about Zi Baifeng's words.  One sentence.  "Proud? Only proud?" To cultivate immortality, you must first cultivate your heart, and to cultivate your heart, you must cultivate your bones.  A sentence he didn¡¯t know where he heard suddenly popped up in Zeng Xian¡¯s mind.  Zeng Xian frowned, and many things that had been completely forgotten deep in his memory suddenly appeared.  The master¡¯s old face was teaching me sincerely before letting me go down the mountain.  The look of reluctance in the eyes of parents before sending them off to the mountain.  The moment I saw the immortal cultivators coming and going, setting great aspirations outside the door of the small inn.  Yes, before Master died, I rushed back to see Master for the last time.  "After a lifetime of business, I was still wasting my time, getting caught up in worldly affairs, and unknowingly forgetting my original intention. To cultivate immortality, you must first cultivate your heart, and to cultivate your heart, you must cultivate your bones. These words your master left for me will remain with me until my death.  Understand, I will tell you this sentence, I hope you can understand. I will not repeat my old path again, so I resolutely embarked on a wandering journey.  But when did you lose your pride?  Where was it lost?  But, what can you give yourself by being proud?  Zeng Xian raised his head. Above the small courtyard, the sunset seemed to reflect a hexagonal light pillar in the aura. He could feel that behind this door, there was a suffocating aura that allowed him to be free.  Freely absorb spiritual energy and practice.  And if you want to enter this door, you must pass this month's test.  ¡°And after this month, I will never live the same life as a pig or a dog again.  One month.  ??Proud.   When Zi Baifeng entered the courtyard, Mrs. Zi Wu came up to him and said, "Did you buy the things I asked you to bring oh, so many?" Zi Baifeng packed all kinds of packages, large and small, on his body.  Putting it on the table, Zi Wu opened it eagerly like a child seeing a toy.  "What is it? Let me see Oops." Xiao Shitou had come back on Taxue earlier. He was curious about everything he saw. Hearing this, he immediately came forward and wanted to take a look, but was slapped by Wu.  .  "Don't touch your dirty hands, little one. Wash your hands first when you get home!" Mrs. Ziwu first instructed the little stone, and then said to Zijian who was standing aside: "You see, Tuxue's hair was harmed by the little stone. Help him quickly.  "Wash your body in the snow." "Oh" Zijian blinked and turned around.  Mrs. Wu happily picked up a bag, opened it and looked at it.  The ink Zi Baifeng bought ranged from high to low-end. The low-end ink was just wrapped in paper and randomly packed in a rope bag. The high-end ink was placed in a brocade box with silk and satin, which was extremely luxurious.  Mrs. Wu first took a piece of low-grade ink, looked at it carefully, shook her head, and put it aside.  It seems that this is not good.  Then he picked up another piece, examined it carefully, and even licked it with his tongue. Then he frowned and shook his head again.  Zi Baifeng has never seen Mrs. Zi Wu like this. The current Mrs. Zi Wu does not look like the gentle and gentle aunt and mother, nor does she look like the little girl with low eyebrows and submissive eyes who is struggling to survive with a small stone.  My daughter-in-law, unlike that strong woman who dares to love and hate, is clearly a strong woman in modern society, and she is also a technical strong woman.  Not long after, both Xiao Shitou and Zijian came back, but both father and son were driven away by Mrs. Wu: "You guys, don't break it to pieces!" When they got to the high-grade ink, Mrs. Wu frowned.  It's getting tighter. It's not enough to use the three methods of looking, smelling and tasting. You also need to use a knife to carve out some toner and twist it carefully in your hand.  "Come on, Baifeng, help me try the ink." In the end, Ziwu picked out three pieces from the middle and said to Zibaifeng.  "I'll get the inkstone!"The little stone turned around and ran away. After a while, he ran back with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.  Zijian went to polish the ink very consciously, and Zi Baifeng and his son spread out the paper. When the ink was ready, Zi Baifeng made a big stroke of his pen, and the powerful handwriting appeared on the paper.  "Good ink!" Zi Baifeng nodded. The ink was full and dark, with very little smearing. One stroke gave it a very three-dimensional effect. Among the inks used by Zi Baifeng, there are indeed few inks that are this good.  But Zi Wu shook his head and asked him to change the ink.  After a while, Zi Baifeng tried all three kinds of ink. Zi Baifeng could only sigh. It was indeed a real high-quality ink. It lived up to its reputation. The writing was crisp, the ink color was natural, and the ink marks were spiritual. They could be both real and fake, but there were no gaps or changes at all.  As one.  You can¡¯t get this kind of fine ink in Mengcheng.  "Good ink, good ink!" Zi Baifeng couldn't help but admire. Although he was engaged in calligraphy and painting, he really didn't pay much attention to ink, as long as he could use it.  Furthermore, since it is mostly used for processing official documents, using good ink is also a waste.  Mrs. Wu shook her head, turned around and walked back to the room. After a while, she took out a small brocade box.  Opening the brocade box, there is a small piece of ink head inside. I don¡¯t know who used the leftover, but Wu family treasured it with great care.  "Try this." Ziwu pushed Zijian away, washed the inkstone carefully, and then started grinding it carefully.  Not long after, a tangy fragrance floated out from the inkstone. It was the fragrance of hibiscus. It was already late autumn, but in a moment, it seemed to have returned to midsummer. There were hibiscus blooming outside the window and the sound of cicadas chirping.  Zi Baifeng took a gentle breath of the aroma, and immediately felt calm. He grabbed the wolf hair, sucked up the ink, and wrote a line of writing on the paper: "The spring is ruined in an instant, and the wealth and garden are wiped out of poverty. May I ask the shepherd boy what he should do?  Let¡¯s drink some wine and taste the plums, which will bring back the benevolence.¡± After writing a volume of ¡°Luohua Poems¡±, the ink happened to run out. Zi Baifeng thought about it for a long time and said: ¡°Good ink, good ink, top quality ink.¡±  "Mom, where did this ink come from?" This long scroll of "Luohua Poetry" took up a full roll of paper. Zi Baifeng had not written like this for a long time. He felt refreshed and not tired.  On the contrary, I feel quite energetic.  Ziwu stretched out her hand and gently touched the roll of paper, her eyes full of love and pride, and said: "This kind of ink can only be used by my son so as not to disgrace it. None of the ink testers invited here in those years  My son¡¯s handwriting is beautiful.¡± Zi Baifeng was a little embarrassed by Wu¡¯s praise, scratched his head, and laughed.  "That's right, it doesn't matter whose seed it is." Zijian was very rude.  Mrs. Zi Wu rolled her eyes at him with a charming look. Zi Baifeng pretended not to see this ambiguous interaction between her father and mother. Mrs. Zi Wu turned her head and said to Zi Baifeng: "You know my mother's family is  My grandmother is the youngest daughter of an ink-making master. Although the skill of ink-making is passed down from male to female, she has been exposed to it since she was a child, and her craftsmanship is still very good. The ink-making skill in my family was passed down from my grandmother.  This piece of remnant ink was brought by my grandmother from her natal family. After using it, she never wanted to use it again. When I got married, my grandmother gave it to me. "My grandma raised her head and said,"  Sometimes I just think that there must be some reason why my grandmother gave it to me" Zi Wu showed a reverie look, "When I was a child, my grandmother had been teaching me how to make ink and told me some  The knowledge of making ink, but after I got married, I no longer had it When my grandmother passed away, I didn't even go back to see her" Zi Wu covered her cheeks, and Zijian hugged her.  In arms.  Zi Baifeng knew that Zi Wu had a dream hidden in her heart.  Everyone has a dream hidden in their heart, but most people do not have the courage and power to pursue this dream.  In the past ten years, Ziwu's life was miserable. Her husband died young and her uncle was ruthless. She and Zijian were in love, but they did not dare to take the last step.  "All this has changed in this year. In this year, Ziwu's life has undergone earth-shaking changes. Sometimes she even wonders if all this is a dream.  ¡°But it¡¯s all so real, her life is so complete and she has no regrets.  She is already living in her dream, so she has a greater pursuit.  So she thought again of the dream she had chased, the dream she had in her grandmother's warm embrace when she was in the boudoir.  These days, Zi Baifeng has been instilling a truth into his father and mother, that is, their hair is very young, very young.  ??Zi Jian was only thirty-three years old, and Zi Wu was twenty-nine. If it had been in Zi Baofeng's previous life, these people themselves would have been older children, and they might not have been married yet.Woolen cloth.  And now, they have all entered the threshold of cultivation. They are nourished by spiritual energy and do not seek to become saints. They do not need to practice hard. In the remaining days, they can enjoy life to the fullest or pursue their dreams.  And now, he was pleased to see that his father and mother finally bravely took the first step.  Zi Wu raised her head from Zijian's arms, wiped away her tears sheepishly, and said, "Bai Feng, please wait, I still have a piece of ink for you to try." Zi Wu came from her room  A wooden box was brought out, and as soon as I opened it, I could smell the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.  "This is" Zi Baifeng was too familiar with the smell of osmanthus.  "Guiqing ink." Zijian said first, as if he was offering a treasure, "I made the mold and I pressed the ink." Zi Baifeng took the ink in his hand.  Previous Chapter Return to Table of Contents Next Chapter
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