He said he did not understand, so Niu Youdao pretended not to understand. Otherwise, it would be ridiculous for a village boy to understand these things.
After chatting for a while, Niu Youdao returned to the courtyard.
He wandered around in the courtyard for a while, then entered the 'Peach Blossom Hall' and sat on the cattail hassock. He casually pulled over a small basket that was used to store miscellaneous things. There were needles and thread, scissors, and two bronze mirrors. They seemed to be used daily and there was nothing conspicuous about them. However, one of the bronze mirrors was the one he brought.
The thing that Dongguo Haoran entrusted to him so solemnly, yet he casually stored it like this, it was none other than the most dangerous place being the safest place. If he hid it too well, it would instead arouse suspicion if someone found it.
He fiddled with the bronze mirror in his hand, wondering what to do with it.
Dongguo Haoran's instructions were obviously unusual. He had entrusted his life to him. He was born in Jianghu in his previous life, so he naturally had the word 'morality' in his heart. However, Tang Mu was dead, and Dongguo Haoran had solemnly told him that the item could only be handed over to Tang Mu, and that no third party should know about it. This made it very difficult for him.
He also hesitated whether he should hand over the item to the Shanghai Sect. The reason for his hesitation was because of Dongguo Haoran's instructions, and also because the Shanghai Sect had not treated him well and had kept him under house arrest until now. Therefore, he wanted to carefully study the bronze mirror to see if he could find out the mystery in it, and then decide whether to hand it over to the Shanghai Sect based on the situation.
However, so far, he had used various methods on the bronze mirror, such as roasting it, soaking it in water, illuminating it, and knocking to hear the sound, but he still could not find any clues. The bronze mirror seemed to be integrated. Judging from the knocking sound, there was no sign of any mechanism inside.
He was now a little suspicious that the bronze mirror was something like a keepsake.
No matter how he looked at it, it was still the same. Niu Youdao clenched his teeth and tossed the copper mirror back into the basket.
After that, he carried out some daily exercises for his body, such as doing splits with weights, pulling ropes, and so on. He wasn't trying to train his courage, but to train his body's flexibility. Based on his Jianghu experience, he knew that if he unlocked more body techniques and angles of self-defense, he would be able to save his life at a crucial moment. Whether it was in Small Temple Village or the Shangqing Sect, the news he heard proved that this world was in chaos. No matter what the future held, he would try his best to prepare for a rainy day.
Cultivation was divided into civil and martial arts. Other than the cultivation method and the physical body, in his spare time, he would take out the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone in the house and practice the small seal characters that were commonly used in this world. He would also copy from some books. For an 'experienced archaeologist' like him, it was not a problem for him to recognize Xiaozhuan characters. His calligraphy was also pretty good, but he had never used a brush to write Xiaozhuan characters before. The direction of the brush strokes was different, so he needed to practice.
Fortunately, his foundation in writing with a brush was not bad. In the beginning, it was out of shape, but in a short month, it had already become quite good.
There was a charcoal basin next to the writing table, and he would burn his calligraphy after he finished writing.
The Shangqing Sect provided him with plenty of things he needed to practice calligraphy. This could be considered as a benefit from Song Yanqing's happiness.
Since he was under house arrest, he had no other choice with his current ability, so he arranged his daily life to the fullest …
The next day, a brand new recliner was placed under the peach blossom tree, emitting the fragrance of wood.
Chen Guishuo pointed at the recliner and winked at Niu Youdao, saying, "Little Shidi, the recliner you wanted is here."
Niu Youdao did not expect Chen Guishuo to be so efficient. It probably had something to do with the fact that the recliner was for him, Chen Guishuo. He cupped his hands and smiled, saying, "Thank you, Senior Chen."
This time, Song Yanqing, who had not seen him for a long time, came with him. He seemed to be in a good mood. When he saw Niu Youdao, he beamed with joy. There was a hint of mischief in his smile. He patted Niu Youdao's shoulder and asked, "Little Shidi, how's your stay here?"
Niu Youdao said, "It's alright. The food here is ten thousand times better than in the village. It's just that I can't go out, so it's a little stuffy."
Song Yanqing said cheerfully, "How long have you been here? Calm your heart first. If you can't calm your heart, how can you practice? Don't worry, there will be time for you to move around in the future. " After saying that, he walked to the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back and looked at Shangqing Palace. He had a wonderful expression on his face. Sometimes, he frowned and pondered. Finally, he sighed, "It's a pity that I'm not in the capital!"
Niu Youdao went over and asked curiously, "Brother Song, what's wrong with the capital?"
Song Yanqing sighed blankly, "The mountains can't compare to the prosperity of poetry and songs in the capital!"
Niu Youdao was confused. Poetry and songs? You're a cultivator, why are you sighing over poetry and songs? What do you mean?
The corner of Chen Guishuo's mouth curled up. It could be said that he was secretly amused. He and Xu Yitian were basically Song Yanqing's followers, so they knew very well what was going on. Song Yanqing liked Tang Yi for many years, and Tang Yi liked poetry and songs. In order to please her, Song Yanqing would immediately send a good poem to Tang Yi whenever there was a good poem in the capital, and he would offer it to Tang Yi for her to appreciate. This time, Song Yanqing did not know what was wrong with his brain. It was probably because there had not been any good poems in the capital for a long time. In a moment of impulse, he wrote a poem and asked him and Xu Yitian how it was. How could they say that it was bad? Naturally, they said it was good. In the end, Song Yanqing happily sent it to Tang Yi. He did not know the specific process, but when Song Yanqing came back, he did not look too good. He even scolded him and Xu Yitian to vent his anger. It was easy to guess what was going on.
Therefore, he understood Song Yanqing's feelings very well. If they were in the capital, where poetry was flourishing, with the influence of the Song family, it was not difficult to find a good ghostwriter to pass off some good poems as his own to please Tang Yi. But in this quiet place, it was difficult. As a result, he was itching to do it and made a fool of himself in front of Tang Yi.
Song Yanqing, who came back to his senses, did not seem to want to talk about this anymore. He turned into the courtyard and walked around in circles to check.
He was responsible for watching over Niu Youdao, so he could not leave him alone. It was reasonable for him to check occasionally in case something happened.
Niu Youdao, who was still outside, asked Chen Guishuo, "Why is Brother Song thinking about poetry and songs?"
Chen Guishuo's mouth was itching and he reminded him in a low voice, "Our sect once had an amazing person. Not only was his strength famous in the cultivation world, he was also brimming with talent. He was proficient in poetry and songs. Sister Tang has been by his side since young and can be considered as his student. She was influenced by his elegance and fell in love with poetry and songs!"
Niu Youdao suddenly understood. It seemed that Song Yanqing wanted to win the heart of the beauty. At the same time, he was also curious about the person Chen Guishuo mentioned. "I wonder which senior Sister Tang is following?"
At the mention of this senior, Chen Guishuo was stunned for a moment. An obvious look of fear flashed in his eyes. He seemed to realize that he should not speak carelessly. He glared at Niu Youdao, as if warning Niu Youdao not to ask what he should not ask and to shut up. He then quickly followed into the courtyard.
Niu Youdao rolled his eyes and hurriedly followed behind.
After walking around, Song Yanqing gave a few words of advice to Chen Guishuo and was about to leave with his hands behind his back. Niu Youdao quickly chased after him and shouted, "Brother Song, when I was in the village, my teacher often wrote some poems. I have memorized some of them but I don't know how good they are. Why don't you help me to appreciate them?"
Song Yanqing did not even have the interest to look back. He did not stop walking and casually replied, "What good can a poor scholar write?" He sneered and his tone was full of disdain.
An impoverished scholar from the mountains? Niu Youdao's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that the Shanghai Sect had already figured out his background. He only found out that he had a poor scholar as his teacher when he was in Xiaomiao Village and asked the villagers about his basic situation.
However, why did he go through so much hardship to come here? He came because of Dongguo Haoran's frightening abilities. He did not come here to be placed under house arrest to waste time. He really wanted to obtain the Shangqing Sect's cultivation method. However, after he was placed under house arrest, he could not find a loophole to start with. Now that he had finally come across it, how could Niu Youdao let it go so easily. He shouted, "My teacher said that he had traveled around the capital and wrote some love poems that won the hearts of many women."
Upon hearing this, Song Yanqing slowly stopped walking and turned around at the place where he was about to leave the courtyard.
Chen Guishuo quickly glanced at Niu Youdao and a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes. Niu Youdao was obviously following up on his earlier reminder. This young lad was so mischievous and did not seem to be simple!
"Oh! What poems did your teacher write? Why don't you tell me and let me appreciate them. "Song Yanqing who had turned around seemed to be interested.
Niu Youdao immediately returned to the Peach Blossom Hall and knelt beside the desk. He dripped water and ground the ink. He pulled out a piece of paper and spread it on the desk. He pressed the paperweight down on both sides and dipped the brush into the ink. He started writing small seal characters.
"As expected of someone who has studied and knows how to read. Your handwriting is quite decent!" Song Yanqing, who was walking over to the desk, praised. His eyes traced the handwriting and he slowly read, "The delicate clouds are skillful, the flying stars spread hatred, the silver river passes through the darkness. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it surpasses countless things in the world … "As he read this, his eyes suddenly lit up. He might not be able to write any good poems, but he still had some ability to appreciate good poems. At the very least, he could tell whether a poem was good or bad.
When Niu Youdao stopped writing, Song Yanqing could not help but quickly remove the paperweight. He shook the paper with the ink in his hand and blew on the ink. He could not wait to continue reading. "Tender feelings are like water, a good night is like a dream, enduring the Magpie Bridge to return home. If the feelings between two people last for a long time, why would they be together day and night … If the feelings between two people last for a long time, why would they be together day and night … "He really read the last sentence over and over again. Finally, with a beautiful expression, he shook his head and said," Good poem! Good poem! "He felt that this poem was too suitable for him.
Niu Youdao was secretly amused. He put down the brush and stood up. He pretended not to understand and asked, "Is it a good poem?"
Song Yanqing nodded. He stared at the handwriting and skimmed over it. Suddenly, he looked at him with a puzzled expression and asked, "What does the Magpie Bridge mean? Where is this bridge? "
"Uh …" Niu Youdao was speechless. It seemed that there was no story of the Cowherd and the Weaving Maid here. He replied blankly, "Teacher wrote it. I'm not sure where the Magpie Bridge is."
Song Yanqing thought about it and agreed. He turned to the dumbfounded Chen Guishuo and gestured to Chen Guishuo to chase him out.
Without anyone else, Song Yanqing smiled at Niu Youdao and asked, "You said that your teacher often writes such poems?"
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