The old Taoist entered the shop, pulled a chair casually and sat down. He first looked at the arrangements around him, and then nodded his head slightly.

"Go and close the door!"

The thin old Taoist, the big horse, sat on the chair with a thin body. Although he was thin, he sat like a mountain. He suddenly pressed against Bian Rui's big man, who was about 8 meters tall, couldn't breathe.

Bian Rui turned around and closed the door, stood in front of the old Taoist politely, waiting to listen to the old Taoist's teachings.

"You have a promising future. Because a woman who is unfamiliar, she abandoned her parents and her children went out to wander alone for half a year. Do you know how worried your parents are?"

The old Taoist leaned slightly, staring at Bian Rui in front of him like an eagle.

Bian Rui smiled bitterly and carefully organized the words: "Actually, I didn't go out because of the divorce. I had a long time ago. I had this idea in my junior year in the first semester. I was going to leave after graduating from college, but at that time, Wang Jie said that she was pregnant, and we were busy getting married, so we were put on hold. After the divorce last year, I could no longer hold back the idea of ​​going out..."

The old Taoist listened quietly to Bian Rui's narrative, without any expression on his face.

Bian Rui knew that the old Taoist was an old thought. In the old Taoist's opinion, it was probably the most precious quality of a woman who ended up being the same. Unfortunately, in modern society, if you don't cheat in marriage, you will be considered a good woman if you divorce without cuckolding you.

It’s not that there is no good woman, but it’s hard to meet. Not only women, many people nowadays don’t have any brains and don’t have independent personality ideas at all. They are almost slaves to the media. They believe in whatever the media says, and the spiritual poisonous chicken soup is a bowl by bowl, and they can’t stop it.

As for some media, they don’t know what integrity is, and they instill in the public with high consumption and brand identity.

However, it is understandable that how many times a married woman can cheat a piece of money from a man every time, and how many times a woman can be praised as a flower and a modern woman's media? What positive ideas can be conveyed?

"It's best if you think about it. I didn't like that woman at first. A woman like her only wants something she doesn't have. She is not a woman who lives her duty. It's better to leave!"

After hearing Bian Rui say that, the old Taoist nodded slightly.

"You know where you are wrong with this?"

After a few seconds of silence, the old Taoist asked again.

Bian Rui shook his head lightly.

"We should not give a lot of heart to women or friends. I have said a long time ago that when we get along with others, we should pay the rest of six to ourselves. Even if parents give their children ten, most of them will raise unfilial sons. Parents and children still have a boundary, let alone husband and wife? Your wife is too vanity and has a good skin, and she is a person who will not be satisfied. If you satisfy her money-related prescriptions, she will feel that you don't care enough. If you spend less time with her, she will feel that you make less money. If you earn enough and have time, she will feel that you are not heroic enough. In short, if you leave, you will feel that you are pitiful to your child..."

The old Taoist is a little nagging today.

After getting married, Bian Rui can be said to be a standard good man. He gave up all his previous hobbies, focused on making money to support his family, stopped playing motorcycles, and lost some of his hobbies to spend money. For the sake of the decent words of his wife, he stopped working in the restaurant. He opened a company with his friends and became the boss. The two of them worked together early and late. Seeing that the company was on track step by step, he heard that his wife was going to divorce.

Bian Rui listened while well, although Bian Rui disagreed with some opinions, Bian Rui knew that when Master was training people, he should not interrupt and refute, because since childhood, Bian Rui had tasted the old monster's fried pork on bamboo boards many times.

After waiting for the old Taoist to finish talking, Bian Rui asked.

"Master, you just need to call me, how could you come here in person?"

The old Taoist replied: "You originally said you came back two days ago. I have been waiting for you here for two days. Today I came to see you because our father and I have ended our fate."

Bian Rui asked in surprise: "What do you mean by this? Master, are you going to travel far?"

"No, it's my deadline coming," said the old Taoist lightly.

Bian Rui was shocked: "Did you have any disease? The medical conditions are good now. If you have any problems, we will treat them. If you need money, you can say that I can borrow money from here and I can get one million yuan. At worst, I will go to a restaurant to work for people for ten years, and it will not be a problem to advance 500,000 or 600,000..."

Before Bian Rui finished speaking, the old Taoist raised his hand and waved it lightly, interrupting the disciple.

Looking at Bian Rui and seeing Bian Rui with concern, the old Taoist was very pleased: "This is not a disease, it is the end of life. What doctor can cure old diseases? Besides, this is terrible for ordinary people, but it is not only not scary for me, but also a sense of liberation. I have lived enough of this long life! This long life is no longer a reward but a punishment for me, and you don't need to be sad."

Speaking of this, the old Taoist waved his hand: "Now you tell you that you don't understand, you can experience it yourself later."

"this……"

Bian Rui was a little confused.

"I came to find you today because I wanted to give you something. After giving this thing, I will go to the place where the ancestors and sects are lying in the longevity and wait for the feathers to return to heaven."

The corners of the old Taoist's mouth curled up slightly, as if death was such a beautiful thing.

"oh?"

When Bian Rui was young, the person he hated the most was the old Taoist, who called Master, but in his heart he called him an old monster.

At that time, Xiao Bianrui just wanted to play and didn't want to learn the old Taoist things at all. I guess no child could stand it. After going to school every day, he would continue to be forced to practice the six arts of gentlemen, such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. What's more, in addition to these things, he also had to learn to cook and box.

For other things, the old Taoist standards are not too strict, but for boxing and cooking, the old Taoist requires that it is really non-human. In the words of the old Taoist, if you learn these two things well, you can make a living even in a chaotic world. You can protect yourself and cook your own skills. No matter how chaotic the world is, no matter how many people starve to death, I have never heard of a good cook starving to death.

Moreover, the old Taoist's mouth is so sarcastic that one can eat one with the dates on the tree, which one is made from the sunny side, and which is the old monster on the shade side. It is almost impossible to cover his mouth if you want to cook.

Later, when he went to college, Bian Rui gradually understood the old Taoist's words, because Bian Rui not only earned himself enough tuition and student fees for college, but also bought himself a house of 90 square meters before Mingzhu's housing prices took off. When he was in his junior year, he bought himself an Indian scout and rode his slutty ride on the campus.

The old Taoist raised his hand and placed it flat, then looked at the palm of his hand. After a while, he became magical. A Yin-Yang Pisces card gradually appeared in the palm of his hand. It looked neither jade nor gold, but it shone with a light blue light.

However, Bian Rui did not notice. At this time, Bian Rui was in the memory, thinking about the little things he had with the old Taoist. After he was a child, Bian Rui realized what the old Taoist taught him with a whip and how much help he could help his life after he became an adult. Only then did he truly understand the principle that suffering is the best.

"What are you stunned? Come here!"

Bian Rui woke up from the thoughts when the old Taoist shouted, looked up at the master, and soon noticed the Pisces card in the old Taoist's hand.

"What's this?"

The old Taoist did not answer, but just opened his mouth: "Come here, press your palm on it!"

Without saying a word, Bian Rui stretched out his hand and pressed it on the old Taoist's hand and clamped the Yin-Yang Pisces card in the middle.

"alright!"

In a moment, the old Taoist retracted his palm. Bian Rui strangely discovered that the Pisces card in the palms of the two of them had disappeared.

"You are still in the mood to make magic?" Bian Rui said.

"Who is in the mood to do magic for you? Now calm down and pour your energy into the sea of ​​qi. I shouted silently in my heart: Open the door, duh!" said the old Taoist.

According to the old Taoist words, Bian Rui tried it, suddenly felt his eyes turn black, and then suddenly became brighter and a little dazzling. He reached out to block it, and after his eyes got used to it, he found that he was in a strange place. The sky above his head was vast and the grass under his feet was as soft as a blanket, which made Bian Rui step on it twice.

"What are you doing when you are standing stupid? Come here!"

Bian Rui turned his head and saw his master walking slowly forward, so he followed the old Taoist.

“Where is this place?”

The old Taoist said, "The Chaos Yuan Realm or anything else will do. I don't know what it is anyway. My ancestor, that is, your ancestor, said that when he was passed on to me, and now I will tell you the same thing."

The old Taoist took Bian Rui into the road.

A hundred or ten meters away, there is a strange house. It is said that the house has beams but not roofs. It looks like a wooden frame. The roof is covered with green plants, like a crawler, but it is not very similar. The thick branches are like twisted trees, which is very ancient.

The house is in a back shape, with a large corridor on the outer circle and a slightly higher terrace on the inner circle.

There is an ancient well not far from the house. There are eight ridges of small fields around the ancient well, and there is nothing in the field, only the black paste mud looks very good, and you can tell at a glance that it is a good piece of land.

Following the master's pace, Bian Rui came to the house and followed the master into the house. He said that it was the house and it didn't actually count, because he didn't know where it was the main gate, because it seemed that he could enter from anywhere.

"The shelf is a book and picture scroll collected by ancestors and me in the past dynasties. There are some playful things on it. From now on, these things will belong to you..." The old Taoist said as he walked, pointing at the Bo Gu shelf beside him.

Bian Rui curiously took out a roll of silk next to him, spread it out and took a look, and was stunned because he found that the one he was holding was the "Cao E Stele".

Although Bian Rui's calligraphy is average, after all, he has practiced it. His calligraphy is also very good in the eyes of ordinary people. He still has some strength. The handwriting written on the silk on his hand can still be distinguished at a rough level. So when he saw it, Bian Rui was stunned. It was much better than the copies he saw in the museum.

The old Taoist took two steps and turned around and saw his apprentice standing in a daze, so he turned back.

After looking at what Bian Rui had in his hand, the old Taoist opened his mouth and said, "The original works of Wang Youjun, the silk "Cao E Stele". There are not many authentic works of the Two Kings here, and each of them only has three or two pieces of them. The remaining books of the Two Kings are copied from all generations, such as Su Shi and his son who have copied them..."

When Bian Rui heard this, his hands began to tremble immediately, saying that some people might not know about Wang Youjun, but when they say that Wang Xizhi is probably known to everyone. Now all the calligraphy of Wang Xizhi preserved in museums are copied from later generations, and the original works have long disappeared into the long river of history.

There are two main reasons why Wang Xizhi's calligraphy has not been passed down. One is that it has been too long, and it is difficult to preserve it on silk or paper. The other is that it is too famous. The emperors like to collect it. They either go to the grave or go through wars and burn it out after being burned by a few fires.

Original works, authentic works!

The old Taoist looked at Bian Rui and smiled and stretched out his hand around: "Not only the Two Kings, but also the original works of Gu Kaizhi, Yan Zhenqing... In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, there were Tang Yin, Qiu Ying, etc., and all of these people were genuine works. How about it? Are you happy?"

"Yeah, yeah, happy!"

Bian Rui pointed his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

The old Taoist asked happily: "Do you think you can lie on the ground and roll around and live happily for the rest of your life after taking out any picture and buying it?"

Bian Rui looked up and said in surprise: "How did you know?"

The old Taoist laughed: "Because I thought so when I first came in!"

“…”

The old Taoist said again: "Take the time to think about it, you can only think about it. You can't take out any of this thing unless you put it in yourself. You can only look at a piece of paper here and you can't take out these things collected by ancestors in the past!"

Bian Rui said embarrassedly when he heard this, "It's good to see!"

When I say this, I can't help feeling disappointed. Think about it, I'll take out one of this thing, and the three generations of descendants are enough to eat while rolling and waving. How can I not be lost?

I can't take out antique calligraphy and paintings, so the rest is nothing to behold. As for throwing seeds in the field and watering wells, it instantly grows into crops, compared to those like Wang Xizhi and Gu Kaizhi, the shock to Bian Rui is much smaller.

Is it magical? Naturally magical. Not only are there these magical things, Bian Rui also heard from his master that he is actually his ancestor, Bian Rui's kind of ancestor who is bleeding.
Chapter completed!