Plundering the Dao of the Immortal Journey Chapter 7: Smartphone

　　 Taohuayuanguan

　　 Saying that Pei Ziyun went out, the women's crown ordered the female Taoist girl to place Ye Su'er. The outer half of this Taoist temple seemed ordinary. After arriving at the private garden in the back, Ye Su'er couldn't help but be surprised.

　　 I saw a corridor forming a turnover. The trees, mountains and rocks are all exquisite. In the middle is the hall, and behind the hall are five upper rooms. They are all carved with beams and painted buildings. They enter their own rooms and they are elegantly decorated. The walls are covered with mulberry paper. Girl Taoist Just smiled: "You take a rest, I will call you during the meal."

　　 went out and saw that the female crown had already put down the paper, but there was a light red talisman paper in front of her. There was a small circle of light on it, but there was a figure. Someone inside said lightly to it: "Junior sister rarely consumes talisman. Video communication, but what is it for?"

　　"Sister, Zhao Ning of Songyunmen today wrote a letter, let me shelter one person." The female crown smiled and explained in a few simple words: "So I sold a small favor."

　　 "This matter is very small, it's fine if the younger sister is sheltered, it's not worth the younger sister to use the shadow of the rune to tell me?" The opposite figure was silent, and said.

　　"Senior sister knows me, look at this article, this article was written by Pei Ziyun within five steps, and it's literary talent. Look at the description inside--"

　　 said, the women's crown read aloud, this Peach Blossom Spring is only three hundred and ninety-five words, and I finished it in a moment, but suddenly silenced the figure on the opposite side for a long time, and then said: "This Peach Blossom Spring, although only a few hundred words , But its description is like an outside world, it can be called a paradise."

　　"It seems to be a blessed land, but it is also a bit of a description of Xiaodongtian."

　　"Is this Pei Ziyun, a Taoist disciple?"

　　 The female crown smiled: "If it is a Taoist disciple, why would I be surprised?"

　　"I know this person. Zhao Ning of Songyunmen was looking for the reincarnated master uncle. He was in Wo Niu Village. He also noticed this son at the beginning. Later, I realized that this son was too heavy-minded, and only studied Confucianism to gain fame. So I just put it down-this son never knows the mystery of Taoism."

　　"Furthermore, although the description of the blessed land and the sky, although the disciples of the rumor, the novice disciples do not know it, only the true disciple knows, Zhao Ning will definitely not tell it."

　　 "That's Dao Gen Hui Bone?" The figure on the other side was silent for another moment, and then said: "The shadow of the rune will be exhausted, so I can't go into details. Then, I will come over and see for myself when I leave the customs."

　　 said, with a "pop", a small circle of light on the talisman paper went out, and the women's crown was not strange, waved a sleeve and smiled: "Haha, I didn't think I would be cultivating here. A great achievement."

　　 I felt very happy, and ordered: "Today, let Aunt Li serve a few more dishes and tell her that there will be one more person in the future!"

　　 The girl agreed without any difficulty. Although Taoist temples are not small, they are all women, and the master does not want to enter the kitchen every day. Therefore, the meals are usually served by a small restaurant nearby. At this time, just say a few words. However, it is nothing more than spending a few ounces of silver.

　　 These few ounces of silver are naturally not a big deal.

　　 Crouching Cow Village

　　 Pei Ziyun went back in thought. It was almost noon, and even if something went wrong, people still had to eat, so the whole village was filled with smoke and smoke. When he reached the door, he subconsciously smoked his nose...the house was filled with a touch of ash, and The smell of rice.

　　 "Mother, are you back?"

　　 Pei Ziyun glanced at it, but the mother Pei Qian who went out yesterday has returned home and is cooking.

　　 This is a woman who is only in her thirties, but looks like she is about forty if she is tired for a long time, and her mother has a hard cough and coughed up.

　　 There was a little heat in my heart, Pei Ziyun hurriedly stepped forward and gently beat her back. Pei Qian looked back and saw that it was his own child, dressed in a green shirt, who had just returned from the outside, frowning his eyebrows slowly. Down.

　　 Pei Qian grabbed the corner of Pei Zi’s Yunyi and asked, “Son, I’m going home this morning and I didn’t see you. I heard the old aunt in the village secretly saying that the black wind thief came to the village to ask for food last night, but didn’t see my son. Very worried, now that I see my son is fine, I feel relieved."

After 　　 said, he shed tears.

　　The same is true for my previous mother. Because she always shed tears easily, Pei Ziyun couldn't help but feel a pain when she saw her mother like this.

　　 At this time, Pei Qian got up and saw that the firewood in the furnace was burning, and the hot flames licked the bottom of the pot. The porridge fragrant from under the lid of the pot was boiled out. It was just that the home was barren and the kitchen was also The building is small and has no chimney, so the smoke comes out from under the pot.

　　 It turned out that my mother took advantage of the time to make porridge and embroidered some fabrics to subsidize the family. She coughed because of being smoked. Only then did Pei Ziyun discover the cause of her mother's cough.

　　 "Mother, I can put the firewood!" Pei Ziyun pushed gently, but Pei Qian was not his son, so he had to guard the embroidered fabric.

　　 "Ye Su'er, I've always been in love with each other, and I'm very delicate, and I can manage the house." My mother knitted and said with a smile, but didn't know about the black wind thief begging for the beauty of the village yesterday. .

　　 "I know that you and Ye Su'er are childhood sweethearts, no matter what you are going to do in the future, you must be kind to her. I think you two will become a family in the future, and my mother will feel at ease." Seeing that the porridge in the kitchen was cooked, he was ready to step forward and hold the bowl.

　　Mother and son, they drank porridge with pickled vegetables. Pei’s family rules the house very strictly, and the same is true of Pei’s mother. When eating, unless there is something wrong, they don’t speak.

　　 After eating lunch, take a break, Pei Ziyun will hide Ye Su'er about seeing her husband today, and talk about it one by one. When it comes to her husband giving silver and asking herself to go to the house for a trial, Pei’s mother heard this The matter, put aside the work in hand, began to talk.

　　 "Your dead father was originally a member of the previous court. At that time, there was no one in the court, so he was transferred to the county lord Bo to suppress the rebellion, and he was killed by the culprits."

　　"This is a martyrdom, and I don’t want to be framed again, saying that it was a thief and died."

　　"How can I argue in the chaos? I flee with your uncle. This turbulent situation is not peaceful all the way. Your uncle's old injuries relapsed because of protecting me, and he died."

　　"Because I was flustered when I fled, I only had time to bring a little savings with me. When I came to the village, I could only buy some family property. When you gave birth to you, you would spend it cleanly. Life is getting harder. Apart from the remaining scientific research books, I have to buy something else. The family business is also mortgaged. Fortunately, I can still make a living by stitching and embroidering."

　　"The new dynasty is standing and the world is getting better and better. A few years ago, Mr. Zhao came here. After being a poor eunuch, he asked you to worship him as a teacher. He would often help my mother and son and teach you reading every day."

　　 "Today I said that you have achieved success in your studies, and my family will eventually be glorious. Your father can rest in peace under Jiuquan. In the future, you will gain fame. Don’t forget Mr. Zhao’s help to my family."

　　 Following her mother’s narration, Pei Ziyun couldn’t help but stunned and returned to the room. This is a small room with small wooden bars and small windows. A wooden couch occupies half of the room. The couch is neatly stacked with white washes. Green cloth quilt, and a bookshelf on the wall is densely packed with books. This is the books that mother Pei Qian desperately needed to bring without gold and silver.

　　 This is the foundation of scholars.

The books on the shelf of 　　 have all been read by the original owner, and there are inkstones and pens on the small wooden table.

　　 Pei Ziyun sat on one of the benches, scanned the surroundings, feeling heavy, a little lost, thinking of the tasks of the system, and somewhat enlightened.

　　 It seems that the original owner is not completely pedantic. The Pei family was originally a family of officials. The father died, the uncle died, and the mother and child depended on each other. Pei Qian was originally a county lady. He suffered so much for his son’s family name. After so many tears, how could the original owner be ruthless and unjust, abandon everything to cultivate immortality?

　　 And this system was originally transformed by the original Lord Lingbao. It is neither omnipotent nor caring about other things. The tasks released are all related to the original owner’s regrets. Therefore, the first task is to save Ye Su'er, and the second is to obtain fame. But most of the fame was for the mother who had gray hair and wrinkles in less than forty.

　　 Pei Ziyun spread out the rice paper, rubbed the ink, and rubbed it for a while. The ink became a little sticky. He picked up the pen and tried to write an article.

　　 is just a while, writing a piece of text, just savoring the article carefully, the more you look at it, the more wrong, you can't get the eye at all, and Pei Ziyun couldn't help being silent.

　　 The quality of the original owner is not high. At the age of ten, he studied at the age of ten. At this point in time, the past is not counted. It took five years to finally barely win the talent. And although he inherited the memory of the original owner, the memory is not It doesn't mean talent. Simply put, it's like reading other people's books.

　　 Now, although I have memories, I can't win the talents in the articles I wrote.

　　 Of course, I have a memory and save a few years of studying, but it will take a few more years to cultivate to the level of a talented person~ IndoMTL.com~ How many years can I wait for myself and Pei Qian?

　　The original owner remembered that Pei Qian became ill seven years later.

　　 thought of this, I was silent for a long time, picked up the article presented by the master, savored it carefully, and sighed for a long time: "This article, I will spend a few years on it."

　　"That can only be cheating."

　　 "The original owner is pedantic, and he is secretly afraid of his own golden fingers, but I am not afraid."

　　"The system is only issuing tasks and unlocking permissions. In fact, according to the original owner's memory, the function of this plum blossom is stealing inspiration and Dao!"

　　 Pei Ziyun was in the room with the window facing south. At this moment, the window was ajar, and a peach blossom outside the window was in full bloom, thinking for a long time.

　　"The plum blossom in the center of the eyebrows has been opened. Although you cannot steal the Dao machine, it is already possible to steal the spirit machine without supernatural power. At this time, you can find the spirit machine."

　　"This has a miraculous effect, and it can quickly increase knowledge. If you want to get a talent, you must start from this."

　　 "I remember Mr. Zhao, who is a Taoist, Mingli is a teacher in the Mongolian Academy, and I have collected a lot of books."

　　 "According to the memory of the original owner, printed and ordinary transcripts, even if the content of the record is the golden record of the heavenly book, it cannot be stolen, because it does not contain the wisdom of the Taoist rhyme."

　　"Only scholars or Taoists who have spent their entire lives, writing in their own handwriting and entrusting their wisdom, can they be regarded as sustenance and stolen by me."

　　"Mr. Zhao has a book pavilion, or he has his own needs in it. I have already troubled him today. It is not suitable to go again. I can go tomorrow."

　　"Besides, I am very tired from fighting at night, so I just take a day off."

　　Thinking about this, Pei Ziyun settled down, and suddenly felt mental and physical fatigue. He rolled over and fell on the wooden couch. After a while, he fell asleep.