The encounter in Sunset City is probably not an isolated case, and you may encounter it again later.

In the magnificent rain curtain, the inn fell to the ground, and then two people carrying umbrellas walked out and turned into the street and left, no one dared to stop them.

After the noisy, the inn was only the sound of rain.

"It's like this from now on. One day, when you become hard to bully, no matter what good things you have, no one dares to bully you."

"knew."

Walking in such heavy rain is always unhappy, although there is no rain falling on you.

When Sunset City goes southeast, the impact of war has become even worse, especially when passing through a major city.

Lower hill.

Xiaqiucheng is the capital of Liguo.

For a long time, because the Great Rain Palace has controlled most of the practitioners in the country, although their politics comes from the lower part, if there is a major event, the focus of the eyes will naturally focus on the Great Rain Palace.

The girl's house, Lidi, became an optional person in the eyes of practitioners. Not only Xu, but Li, too, also.

"The emperor of the country is a woman. I think this is also the choice of the palace lord?"

"It is just one of the elements. Your Majesty is wise and decisive, kind and kind. Although he is a woman, he is a rare wise ruler."

"How is the relationship between the Lower Hill and the Dayu Palace?"

"Better than the world imagines, Emperor Li likes the palace master very much."

“How do you like it?”

Shu Yu turned her head, and her smile had a lot of meaning: "It's just that kind of like."

Gu Yi's mouth opened slightly, trying to say something, but in the end you couldn't say it, and he just said "Damn" in his heart.

Anyway, that's it.

"Xiaqiu City is a city that emphasizes literature, which is different from many places in the world. When cultivating immortals yearn for the Great Rain Palace, those who cultivate literature come to Xiaqiu. Over time, the atmosphere of Xiaqiu began to advocate literary ethics and despise immortal martial artists, which is very special."

"The lower hills are not allowed to compete in martial arts. They discuss more about articles, calligraphy and painting, things that benefit the people, and ways to consolidate the country. Do you want to go in and take a look?"

"We are immortal cultivators. Since we are not welcome to cultivate immortals here, what else can we see? Go to the city to hide from the rain and then go back to Luyang."

In this way, two passers-by came to Luyang City.

Maybe four.

Gu Yi himself probably didn't know about this problem, because the long-legged cat and Yan Lang seemed to have completely lost the news.

But Yan Lang's tracking smell is very powerful. If he has no money, he will probably come back soon.

The weather in the capital is not comparable to that of remote small cities. There is no water accumulation due to heavy rain. There are many talents walking on the wet streets.

Gu Yi also saw a corner of the man hiding from the eaves of the corridor, using rootless water to write over and over again on a wall with a rough brush.

Shuyu explained: "That is also a very famous scene in Xiaqiu. This person is named Huang Ren. He is over forty years old and loves writing books. Legend has it that he has a pen left on every wall of Xiaqiu City. Sometimes the owner doesn't want him to write and draw on his own wall, so he bombards him away."

"After one after another, Huang Ren had no choice but to change the walls. Finally, he changed to the walls of the palace. The guards inspecting the palace immediately arrested him. However, after His Majesty knew about this, he not only did not punish Huang Ren, but also gave him a wall in the city. From then on, Huang Ren has been writing here."

"There is something like this." Gu Yi heard another strange story, "What did he write?"

"Just write it casually."

"The heaven and earth are forever. The reason why the heaven and earth can last forever is that they do not live by themselves can live forever. Therefore, the saint comes after their bodies and takes the body first, and lives outside their bodies. It is not because they are selfless, so they can achieve their own selfishness."

Gu Yi exclaimed, "It's so good to write."

In his opinion, this sloppy middle-aged man who everyone thinks is crazy may not be just an ordinary calligrapher.

Because those words imply the meaning of Tao and are easy to understand, they are not something that ordinary people can write.

"How about I go and ask for a few words?"

Although Shu Yu didn't expect it, she also felt that it was nothing. "Okay, just pay for it."

"Haha, it's easy to get a thousand gold, but it's hard to find a word."

What's more, this calligrapher has written it after practicing for so long.

Gu Yi held an umbrella and stepped forward, "Mr. Huang, Gu Yi is here. I like Mr. Mr. I wonder if I can ask Mr. to give me a letter?"

"If you want to read it, just read it. If you finish reading it, don't disturb me from writing. Talking is a waste of time, and vain gifts are also a waste of time. You just did these two things together."

Gu Yi was embarrassed, this old peddler was quite unique.

Shu Yu faced his gaze and pointed at the money bag with her little finger.

Gu Yi understood, "Mr. Huang, I won't take it for nothing. I'm willing to exchange it with Mr.

As soon as the gold ingot was taken out, the pen tip on the wall suddenly stopped, and his movements were clean without any drag. He ran to unfold a page of paper. Before he could write it, he first came over and put the gold in Gu Yi's hand into his pocket.

Shu Yuyuanwang couldn't help laughing, and Gu Yi also raised his eyebrows irregularly.

Huang Ren's posture was set, "I have three things to write."

Three not to write?

Madon, you'll talk about this kind of thing after you collect money? Are there such rules in the world?

Gu Yi laughed. This old guy was full of personality, helpless, "Which three is not written?"

"Those who are lustful but not chaotic will not write; those who are drunk but not drunk will not write; third, those who are full of benevolence, righteousness and morality will not write!"

Gu Yi was surprised, "But Mr. I received my gold. If I don't meet the requirements, Mr. I will return the gold to me."

Huang Ren looked at Gu Yi and Shuyu again, "You meet the first one, you can write it."

Gu Yi:???

You can see this?

"Say, what do you want to write."

You're awesome.

"I want to write about the way of heaven."

"good."

The old man did not delay at all, but when he wrote a poem like a god, he did not write the word "Heaven's Way". What he wrote was: It is better to hold it and fill it up; it is better to keep it sharp and not to protect it for a long time. No one can keep it in the hall of wealth and honor. Being arrogant and resigning to oneself. Retirement after success is the way of heaven.

"Here, your stuff. You have given too much money. I only give you two words. It's because I'm old and old. I have written a few more words. But if you only give me a gold ingot to exchange for this character, it's because you have no choice."

The old guy...is still a sales wizard.

However, Gu Yi became more and more serious when he looked at the word, and finally took out another one from his pocket.

But Huang Ren said: "I'll be unscrupulous to you for two."

Shuyu wanted to open her mouth and say something, but seeing that Gu Yi still took out the things without hesitation, she suddenly had the idea that she might have to live a poor life in the future.

Huang Ren took four yuan and felt dissatisfied, but he was not too greedy. "Save you a little, otherwise I, Huang, won't be authentic. If you have more money next time, remember to come to me for such things."

Gu Yi: "..."

He felt that he had no loss.

But this old guy always makes him feel that he has encountered a liar in the world.

Even there were passers-by around, and there were even laughing at Gu Yi with his mouth covering his mouth. Gu Yi vaguely heard someone say:

"Lao Huang has sold characters for more than ten years, and this is the most expensive time."

emmm…

Gu Yi insisted that he did not lose.

How could his IQ be cheated of money?

After finding a place to settle down, Gu Yi looked at the characters carefully, thick and thick, and freehand painting. Suddenly, he slapped himself:

What a shame, I can even appreciate calligraphy.

It just so happened that Shu Yu was hitting her right, but she didn't laugh, but asked, "...Do you think you really lost money?"

Gu Yi shook his head, "No, no, it's pretty good if someone doesn't write it."

"Okay, just be happy."

This should be what this sentence originally means, not the later "Just be happy". Don't think too much is the greatest compassion for yourself.

Well, yes!

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Luyang City, Yuzhenxuan.

Ma Yuan went out for a few days and was back now, but he still couldn't walk around and had to obey the command of the military headquarters. Fortunately, he had some free time, and once he had free time, he came to Yuzhenxuan.

I ran into Wenyuan first, let’s not talk about my master yet, and there is no news yet, but the insects that were lost a few days ago are still missing.

Ma Yuan was a little annoyed and asked when he met someone, "Where is Madam Ye?"
To be continued...