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He looked up and noticed Chen Mu's small movements, and his eyelids jumped violently. Is this scholar so fierce? !
Although the handwriting has changed a bit, it has become more elegant and beautiful, comparable to the wall carvings in the Zushi Hall.
And if you look closely, you will find that this character is consistent with the original handwriting.
I can only admire the other party's extraordinary talent and the improvement of his calligraphy skills.
He had never heard that the evil spirit could inherit the original work's talent or even go further.
I really guessed wrong.
Just when Chen Mu couldn't help but take action.
Sincerity took out a small gray cloth bag from his sleeve.
"It's just a small reward, not a token of respect."
Chen Mu immediately smiled: "Not small, not small, how about you take a look at it for a while?"
"No, the handwriting is beautiful and elegant, and it gives people a sense of being ethereal and immortal. It is a rare and good handwriting. Mr. Chen has an outstanding talent for calligraphy and he will definitely become a master of his generation." He complimented sincerely.
"Master Chengyi, thank you for your praise." Chen Mu said modestly.
The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and then Chen Mu said goodbye.
After finishing copying the scriptures, it was time for him to go home.
……
At the gate of the Taoist temple, Chen Muzheng and Chengyi bid farewell.
"Huh?" Chengyi suddenly looked up and looked into the distance.
Chen Mu couldn't help but turn his head to look.
Qingfeng Temple is located halfway up Xiaodong Mountain, with a stone staircase leading directly to the foot of the mountain.
At this moment, a figure was running wildly from the bottom of the mountain.
With one step, he jumped five or six meters, and after a few ups and downs, he had covered half of the mountain road.
Chen Mu was stunned.
"How can this person run so fast?!"
My scalp tightened and my heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
"There are martial arts in this world that allow people to fly over eaves and walls!"
He couldn't help but think of the Taoists who practiced martial arts in Qingfeng Temple. Could they also fly over eaves and walk on walls?
Chen Mu thought it was just a technique to strengthen the body.
"Master Chengyi, does Qingfeng Temple teach martial arts?" Chen Mu looked at Chengyi with shining eyes.
Chengyi retracted his gaze and glanced at Chen Mu: "Mr. Chen wants to learn martial arts?"
"Unfortunately, Qingfeng Temple only teaches martial arts to direct disciples." Cheng Yi said indifferently: "Mr. Chen is already an adult, and does not meet the requirements for accepting disciples in the temple."
"Isn't there a saying about lay disciples?" Chen Mu was not giving up. This was a martial art that allowed one to fly over eaves and walk on walls!
Sincerely smile without saying anything.
Chen Mu wanted to ask more, but the figure who was at the foot of the mountain just now came in front of them.
The man was dressed in black and had a black-handled goose-feather knife hanging from his waist.
The other party came with a strong gust of wind, and once he stood firm, he asked anxiously: "Is Taoist Master Fengren here?"
"Captain Lu?!" Cheng Yi's face changed. "Master has not returned from the mountain. Where has the evil spirit come from?"
Captain Lu turned around and glanced at Chen Mu: "Let's go in and talk!"
Chen Mu stood at the entrance of the Taoist temple, watching the two people hurried away with an inexplicable expression.
Martial arts? Evil spirits?
This world is really wonderful!
He wanted to see how powerful the martial arts were and what the evil spirit was.
This unknown world is a huge treasure for him, waiting for him to explore.
Chen Mu couldn't help but get excited: "This world is huge, I want to go see it."
……
The east gate of Qingshan County, the East Market Rice Shop.
Chen Mu, who was so excited just now and wanted to see the world, felt like someone had poured a bucket of cold water on him.
"Ten dou of white wheat, one cloth bag, and a discount of sixty-two copper coins." The rice shop clerk put the gray cloth bag on the counter and looked at Chen Mu with a smile.
The 150 copper coins on him had not even warmed up yet, and almost half of them were gone in one go.
If you eat as much as you want, this white wheat will only be enough for more than half a month.
Plus the consumption of firewood, oil, salt, writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.
Forget about seeing the world. If you can’t continue to make money, you can’t even have food to eat next month!
It’s not easy to live…
……
Carrying a bag of rice, Chen Mu left the East Market and took many turns to arrive at Ping'anfang in the southeast of the county town.
According to memory, Chen Mu stopped in front of a house.
This is my predecessor's home. My father died of illness a few years ago. My mother also died early, and I am the only one left living here.
Opening the copper lock and pushing open the gray wooden door, Chen Mu stepped in.
The courtyard was not big, with a vegetable field on the east side and a thatched shed on the west side, with a mud stove underneath. There was also a well next to it.
“Although it’s small, it has everything. It’s a nice place.”
In the main room, there is a square table facing the door, with two long chairs next to it.
Chen Mu came to the west window.
There was a long wooden table with pots and pans on it. Chen Mu poured the white wheat into the black rice jar beside the table and sat down at the square table to rest.
Traveling through time, doing evil spirits, practicing calligraphy, copying scriptures, he has been busy ever since he came to this world.
Now that everything has settled down, he feels a little confused.
Make a living by writing portraits like your predecessor?
He could almost see the end of that kind of life at a glance.
Live frugally, work hard to save money; when you get older, get married. Then have a child who you don't know whether to be filial or not. Then spend the rest of your life in the quarrels of firewood, rice, oil and salt.
You can say that mediocrity is real, but you can also say that it is mediocrity.
This is almost a replica of Chen Mu's previous life.
But since he was given the opportunity to travel through time, he never wanted to live that monotonous life again!
He wants to go out and explore! He wants to take risks...
Bang bang bang!
There was a sudden knock on the door.
"Open the door!"
Who is this? Chen Mu opened the door in confusion.
A tall and thin old man in his fifties stood at the door.
The other party said coldly, "Collect rent."
A memory quickly came to mind.
Li Enwu, the second steward of the Wang family and the rent collector.
Although he has lived in his own house since he was a child, the house does not belong to him.
"Butler Li, please come in." Chen Mu said politely.
"No need." Butler Li waved his hand and said coldly, "Pay the money."
"Wait a moment, I'll get it right away." Chen Mu turned back to the house and took out a black pottery jar from under the bed.
The mouth of Tao Weng was sealed with gray cloth, the size of two fists.
Remove the sealing line, turn it upside down, and a small pile of copper coins will fall out.
This is all the savings from the previous life.
Chen Mu quickly counted out three hundred and ten copper coins and put them into a small bag, then returned to the door.
"Butler Li, please take the rent for March." Chen Mu handed over the gray cloth bag.
Butler Li took it, raised his hand and padded it twice, nodded slightly, threw it to the two burly men behind him, turned around and left.
Chen Mu closed the door and went back to his room, sighing and counting the coins.
"Including the money I got from copying the scriptures, there are still 232 in total."
"Fat meat costs twenty-four copper coins per pound. With this little money, you can't even buy ten pounds of meat."
He wanted to travel the world, but first he had to make money to eat.
Chapter 5 Retreat
Shui Mo Zhai, East Market, Qingshan County.
Shuimozhai mainly sells pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and also sells printed books.
Chen Mu was sitting on the east side of the entrance to Shuimozhai.
There was a table in front of him, with writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.
There was a piece of white paper hanging in front of the table, with two people drawn on it. One was himself, holding a pen and writing, and the other was a passerby with only his back shown.