Raising the Demon

Chapter 225
Zeng Xian sent Zi Baifeng to the back door of Zhizheng Courtyard, and stopped to watch Zi Baifeng walk into the courtyard.

Before Zi Baifeng entered the door, he turned around, looked at Zeng Xian, and said, "Since 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 Hurry up after your life, if you really want to follow me, there is no way out."

Zeng Xian's heart tightened, but nothing is easy on the road of cultivation, who has no enemies?When he was enshrined to the Jin family in Yancheng, he also escorted a caravan and escaped death on the road.

Seeing Zeng Xian nodding his head slowly and heavily, Zi Baifeng said again: "In that case, then I will give you a piece of advice."

Zi Baifeng turned around and went into the yard, but Zeng Xian was still thinking about what Zi Baifeng said.

"Arrogance? Only pride?"

Cultivating immortals first cultivates the mind, and to cultivate the mind requires bone.

I don't know where I heard this sentence, but suddenly came out of Zeng Xian's mind.

Zeng Xian frowned, many things that had been completely forgotten in the depths of his memory suddenly popped up.

The old face of the master, the earnest teaching before letting himself go down the mountain.

The look of reluctance in the eyes of his parents before sending him up the mountain.

At the moment when I saw the immortal cultivators coming and going, making great wishes outside the door of the small inn.

That's right, before the master died, he rushed back to see the master for the last time.

"I have been working all my life, and I am still wasting my time when I am old. I am caught up in ordinary things, and I forget my original intention before I know it. To cultivate immortality, you must cultivate your heart, and to cultivate your heart, you must cultivate your bones. The words your ancestor left me, I did not remember until my death." Understand, I will tell you this sentence, I hope you can understand. I will not repeat my old ways."

I resolutely embarked on a journey of wandering in order not to repeat Master's path.

But when did he lose his arrogance?Where is it lost?

However, what can Aogu give himself?

Zeng Xian raised his head. Above the small courtyard, the sunset seemed to reflect a hexagonal beam of light in the aura. He could feel that behind this door was a suffocating aura that allowed him to freely Freely absorb spiritual energy to practice.

And if you want to enter this door, you must pass this month's test.

And after this month, I will never live a life that is not as good as pigs and dogs now.

One month.

proud.

……

Zi Baifeng entered the courtyard, and Zi Wu came up to meet him, and said, "Did you buy the things I told you to bring... oh, so many?"

Zi Baifeng put all the packages on his body, big and small, on the table, and Zi Wu eagerly opened them like a child seeing a toy.

"What? Let me take a look... Ouch." Xiaoshitou came back earlier on a snow ride. He was curious about everything he saw. He heard this and immediately leaned forward, wanting to take a look, but was slapped on his paw by Mrs. Wu. .

"Little dirty hands, don't touch them, wash your hands first when you get home!" Mrs. Wu instructed Xiao Shitou first, and then said to Zi Jian who was beside him: "Look at the snow-walking hair that Xiao Shishi has harmed, help him quickly!" Step on the snow and brush your body."

"Oh..." Zijian blinked, turned around and left.

However, Mrs. Wu happily picked up a bag, opened it and looked at it.

The ink that Zi Baifeng bought was of high, high, and low grade. The low-grade ink was just wrapped in paper and randomly packed in rope pockets, while the high-grade ink was placed in a brocade box and matched with silk, which was extremely luxurious.

Zi Wu first took a piece of low-grade ink, looked at it carefully, shook his head, and put it aside.

It seems that this is not very good.

Then he picked up another piece, examined it carefully, even licked it with his tongue, then frowned again, and shook his head again.

Zi Baifeng has never seen Zi Wu like this before. The current Zi Wu is not like the gentle and gentle aunt and mother, nor is it like the little girl with low eyebrows and obedient eyes struggling to survive with a small stone. Daughter-in-law, she doesn't look like that strong woman who dares to love and hate, she 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 the father and son were driven away by Zi Wu: "You are a messy man, don't break it!"

When it came to high-grade ink, Zi Wu frowned even more. It was not enough to use the three methods of looking, smelling and tasting. He also needed to carve some toner with a knife and twist it carefully in his hands.

"Come on, Bai Feng, help me try the ink." In the end, Zi Wu picked out three pieces from the middle and said to Zi Bai Feng.

"I'm going to get the inkstone!" Little Shitou turned around and ran away, and ran back holding pen, ink, paper and inkstone in a short time.

Zijian rubbed the ink very consciously, and Zi Baifeng, mother and son, spread out the paper. When the ink was finished, Zi Baifeng swiped the brush, and the strong handwriting appeared on the paper.

"Good ink!" Zi Baifeng nodded, the ink is full and thick black, with very little smudge, and it has a very three-dimensional effect in one stroke. Among the inks used by Zi Baifeng, there are indeed few such good ones.

But Zi Wu shook his head and asked him to change another kind of ink.

Not long after, I tried all three kinds of inks. Zi Baifeng could only sigh, it is indeed a real high-quality ink, and it really lives up to its reputation. as one.

You can't get this kind of fine ink in Mengcheng.

"Good ink, good ink!" Zi Baifeng couldn't help admiring. Although he himself was good at calligraphy and painting, he really didn't pay much attention to ink, as long as it could be used.Furthermore, it is mostly used to process official documents on weekdays, and using good ink is also a waste.

But Zi Wu shook his head, turned around and walked back to the room, after a while, he took out a small brocade box.

Opening the brocade box, there is a small piece of ink inside. I don't know who used the leftovers, but they are treasured by Wu's family.

"Try this." Zi Wu pushed Zi Jian away, washed the inkstone carefully, and then began to grind it carefully.

Not long after, the tangy fragrance floated out from the inkstone, it was the fragrance of hibiscus, it was already late autumn, but in a short while, it seemed to have returned to midsummer, with the blossoming hibiscus outside the window and the sound of cicadas.

Zi Baifeng took a breath of the aroma, and immediately felt calmed down. He picked up the wolf brush, sucked up the ink, and a line of running script appeared on the paper: "In an instant, the ruins are very spring, and the rich and noble gardens are cleansed of poverty. May I ask the shepherd boy to answer?" Set up wine, try plums and produce kernels."

After writing all the way, after the volume of "Luohua Poetry" was finished, the ink was just used up. Zi Baifeng thought about it for a long time, and said: "Good ink, good ink, superb ink! Mother, where did this ink come from?"

This long volume of Luohua poems was written on a whole roll of paper, Zi Baifeng hadn't written like this for a long time, he just felt refreshed, not only not tired, but rather energetic.

Zi Wu stretched out his hand to gently stroke the roll of paper, his eyes were full of love and pride, and said: "This kind of ink will not be humiliated if it is used by my son. None of the Mr. ink testers invited in those years The handwriting written by my son is beautiful."

Zi Baifeng was a little embarrassed by his son Wu's praise, scratched his head, and laughed.

"That's right, it doesn't matter whose seed it is." Zijian was very blunt.

Zi Wu rolled his eyes at him, full of charms, Zi Baifeng pretended not to see the ambiguous interaction between his father and mother, Zi Wu turned his head, and said to Zi Baifeng: "You know my natal family is As for the ink maker, my grandmother is the youngest daughter of a master ink maker. Although the skill of making ink has been passed down from male to female, but she has been exposed to it since she was a child, and the craftsmanship is very good. The ink making skills in my family are passed down from my grandmother. This piece of residual ink was brought by my grandmother from her natal family, and after using it, she was never willing to use it anymore. When I got married, my grandmother gave it to me."

Zi Wu raised her head and said: "Sometimes I think that there must be some reason why my grandmother gave it to me..." Zi Wu showed a reverie look, "When I was young, my grandmother always Teach me how to make ink, and tell me some ink-making knowledge, but after I got married, there was no more... When my grandmother passed away, I didn't even go back to see her old man..."

Zi Wu covered her cheek, and Zi Jian hugged her into his arms.

Zi Baifeng knew that there was a dream hidden in Zi Wu's heart.

Everyone once hid a dream in their hearts, but most people did not have the courage and power to pursue this dream.

In the past ten years, Zi Wu's life was miserable. Her husband died young, her uncle was ruthless, and Zi Jian was in love with each other, but they dared not take the last step.

All of this has changed in this year. In the past year, Zi Wu's life has undergone earth-shaking changes. Sometimes she even doubts whether all this is a dream.

But all this is so real, her life has been so complete, no regrets.

She is already living in her dream, so she has a bigger pursuit.

So she thought of the dream she had chased once, the dream she had in her grandmother's warm embrace when she was in her boudoir.

These days, Zi Baifeng has been instilling a truth in his father and mother, that is, their hair is very young, very young.

Zi Jianxu was only 33 years old, and Zi Wu Shixu was 29 years old. If they were in Zi Baifeng's previous life, these people would still be older children themselves, maybe they were not married yet.

But now, they have all stepped into the threshold of practice, possessing spiritual nourishment, and they don't seek to become holy from flying immortals, and they don't need to practice hard, and they can enjoy life to the fullest or pursue their dreams in the rest of the day.

But now, he was relieved to see that his father and mother finally took the first step bravely.

Zi Wu raised his head from Zi Jian's arms, wiped away his tears embarrassingly, and said: "Bai Feng, you wait, I still have a piece of ink, let you try."

Mrs. Wu brought out a wooden box from her room. As soon as she opened it, she smelled the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

"This is..." Zi Baifeng is too familiar with the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus.

"Gui Qingmo." Zijian said first, as if presenting a treasure, happily, "I made the mold, and I pressed the ink."

Zi Baifeng took the ink in his hand.

　Is there a new monthly pass?Ask for some monthly tickets, thank you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)