In the backyard of the Wenshi Taoist Temple, Yin Lingzhi sat quietly at a stone table reading a threadbound ancient book, "Questions and Answers to the Fisherman and the Woodcutter.". She is still wearing an apricot yellow jacket and a snowy white skirt. The autumn wind blew, and the yellow poplar leaves fluttered off her head.
Little Taoist Ruoshui said curiously, "Aunt, the date you agreed with Li Changsheng has already passed. We haven't received the flying pigeon message from the Louguan Terrace yet. Aren't you worried that he won't come?"
"Learning Taoist Kung Fu is his own business, and others cannot force him. I am just his guide. He is naturally intelligent and likes to read Taoist books. He is a genius rare in hundreds of years. If he likes the bustling city and doesn't want to come here to learn Taoist Kung Fu, it is also his choice. Laozi said, a person who stands on tiptoe and tries to make himself look taller, but he cannot stand still. If a person runs at his fastest speed, he wants to reach the distance in the shortest time. Actually, he couldn't reach his destination. Because traveling long distances cannot be done at the fastest speed. So we don't have to worry, it's no use worrying.Yin Lingzhi put down the book， continue said: "Yesterday, we two went down the mountain to buy salt and winter clothes. I saw several things in the newspaper at the post office in Fushui Town. The newspaper said that a young man was riding a horse from Guangzhou all the way to the north. He used a short sword on the road to kill dozens of traffickers, as well as bandits from Dongting Lake and martial arts experts from the Fire Dragon Sect. People call him the God of Justice. There are no people in the world who know how to collect cosmic energy, so how can there be such a powerful God of Justice? I have a feeling that these things are related to Li Changsheng."
Ruoshui hesitated and said, "I saw you read the newspaper, and I also took a few glances. The newspaper said that the man with the short sword seemed to be with a girl from the Shen family, a powerful family in China. I heard that the girl was very famous in Beijing, with outstanding talent and unparalleled beauty. She is currently the most beautiful woman in Beijing!"
Clap! Yin Lingzhi rolled up the book and hit it on Ruoshui. Yin Lingzhi stared at Ruoshui's eyes and said "You little girl has a lot of devils in her mind! Do you want to say that Li Changsheng will be seduced by that woman? Your name is Ruoshui, which means that the most beautiful character is like water. Water nourishes all living things in the world, but does not compete for fame and wealth. You should be like water, and do not compete with others for fame and wealth, and no one in the world will compete with you. Understand? It seems that you have too little understanding of the Tao Te Ching! I will punish you for copying the Tao Te Ching ten times, and if you don't finish writing it today, don't Have dinner! "
The Taoist girl Ruoshui stroked her forehead. She was so sore that she gasped for air, but she begged for mercy: "Auntie, forgive me! I know my mistake, can I just copy the Tao Te Ching once?"
Autumn is clear and crisp, and the sky is as blue as crystal clear gemstones. Early in the morning, Li Changsheng was pushed out of the room by his mother. His father smiled and stuffed two eight pound hens into his hand, then joined his mother in locking him out of the house.
Li Changsheng smiled bitterly and shook his head. His parents insisted that he go to Qian's manor to thank Qian Sihai. The best thing in his family is the two hens, which are now used as gifts.
The Qian Family Manor is located in Wulipu, Chengguan Town. Li Changsheng has always resented such things as giving gifts to relatives and friends and laughing and chatting with them. He believes that he is a person who has gone to college and should have his own dignity. But his parents forced him to give gifts to thank Qian Sihai, and although he was unwilling, he could only do so. He rode a big black horse, moved slowly all the way, and arrived at Wulipu before lunch.
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Li Changsheng has lived here for generations. This place is the junction of Shaanxi, Henan, and Hubei provinces. Wulipu is a small town at the intersection of the three provinces, so trade is thriving, businesses are flourishing, traffic is heavy, and people flow like a weaver. The shops on the street hang their signs high. There are pawnshops, grain and oil shops, rouge and gouache shops, cloth and silk shops, antique porcelain shops, as well as bookshops and tea houses, hotels and banks. Various industries are found in Wulipu.
Li Changsheng led the horse as he walked and looked, but he didn't expect this small town to be so prosperous. He asked a vegetable vendor and following his instructions, came to the entrance of a manor.
He saw a tall building towering in front of him, with flying eaves and fire tiles, dignified atmospherein.The building is three stories tall and magnificent, and it is no inferior to the Hejiang Building he saw in Guangdong. There are many luxurious and beautiful carriages parked in front of the building, making it very lively. It seems that many people from high society often visit Qian Sihai's home.
Li Changsheng looked up and saw a plaque hanging on the outer wall of the second floor, inscribed with four large characters, "Ji Chuan Hui Yuan", and three small characters were the names of the writers. Li Changsheng was surprised to see that it was written by President Sun Yixian! Qian Sihai has a good relationship with President Sun!
Li Changsheng thought for a moment, and the four words "Ji earn Hui yuan" mean someone who is very good at making money. This is President Sun's praise for Qian Sihai, and it also illustrates Qian Sihai's personal talent and influence.
Li Changsheng looked at the two hens in his hand. Although the old saying goes, gifts are cheap, the giver expressed a lot of respect. But the gift of two hens may make Qian Sihai think his parents are stingy. When Li Changsheng left Wuhan, Shen Ziyu placed five hundred silver coins in his luggage bag. Li Changsheng decided to buy some more gifts.
Fortunately, across from the Qianjia Manor, there is a shop plaque with the inscription "Four Treasures of Shangshan Study". It looks simple and elegant. From the doorway, you can see various types of writing brush, inkstone, stripe ink, rice paper, and other items placed on the counter and wall in the study. This stationery store made him feel very cultural and full of the flavor of ancient Chinese wisdom.
The Chinese people call the writing brush, ink, white paper, and inkstone used to write Chinese characters the four treasures in the study, namely, the four treasures of the study.
Li Changsheng likes this scholarly and rustic atmosphere, which calms his heart. He walked in and saw two fifty or sixty year old people wearing gray coats, goatee beards, and glasses sitting behind the counter admiring a painting and calligraphy.
Seeing Li Changsheng tying the big black horse on the willow tree at the door and walking leisurely in, the two old men looked at each other in surprise. Because the four treasures of the study in this stationery store are not used for daily writing, but are the best of the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, all of which have high collection value.This store is not used for business, but rather as a place for the boss to make friends with top social celebrities. Usually only renowned writers, calligraphers, businessmen, and politicians come here and buy them at great expense. Ordinary people who want to learn calligraphy with brush strokes will never come here to buy the four treasures of study.
The old man with a goatee on the left looked like an old scholar. He put down his calligraphy and paintings，smiled and asked, "Sir, what do you need?" Li Changsheng said, "Please show me a set of first-class wolf hair writing brush, Duan inkstone, pine ink, and rice paper."
With a conceited smile, the old man took out a set of brush, ink, paper, and inkstones and placed them on the counter. Li Changsheng carefully examined it and found that it was indeed a rare masterpiece. It's best to use it as a gift. But when he picked up the pen and held it in his hand, he couldn't help but frown and say,"I don't want a brush made of weasel hair, I want a brush made of real prairie wolf hair."
Li Changsheng used to be unable to distinguish between the pros and cons of a brush. After two years of learning Taoist Kung Fu, when he wrote, his body's energy involuntarily filled the tip of the brush, and various materials reacted differently. When he wrote a Taoist regimen for Shen Ziyu in her study, the pen made of wolf hair from the northern prairie was strong and elastic, with the handwriting penetrating through the back of the paper, leaving handwriting on even a wooden table.
Li Changsheng's words caught the attention of a tall, thin old man who was descending the stairs on the second floor. The old man has white hair and beard, but he is energetic. The skin on his face was pale and yellow, but his eyes occasionally flashed sharp and bright light.