I didn't intend to be a Fairy

It is a hundred miles or tens of miles to Qingcheng Mountain.

The transportation around the city of Yizhou is well developed, and there are many roads, and there are official roads to Qingcheng Mountain.

In the previous life, this distance would probably take less than an hour to reach, but in this year, no matter how good your feet are, it is difficult to get there in a day. Having official roads is really convenient for pedestrians, otherwise it will take more time to find and fight with mountain roads.

If you arrive early, you have to leave early.

Song You has already started packing his bags.

Then there was another knock on the door.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk..."

Song You went to open the door again, and there was Luo Butou standing outside.

"Meet sir."

Song You was a little surprised and looked down.

"The team leader is..."

"The persimmons from my hometown are ripe. My family asked someone to bring some of them yesterday. They don't look good, but they are very sweet. But I brought a lot of persimmons, and my family couldn't finish them, so I brought them here for my husband to taste." Catcher Luo was holding a bamboo basket in his hand, which contained persimmons that looked like lanterns, "It's not too much, you can just taste it, sir, don't think it's too little."

This head catcher is also a talking head.

How dare Song You refuse.

So he took the bamboo basket, picked out the small lanterns one by one, and placed them on the stone table.

Letting Mistress Sanhua come closer to sniff and sniff, Song You handed the empty bamboo basket back to Butou Luo, thoughtfully said: "Thank you to Butou Luo, but Song has something else I want to ask Butou to help."

"It's okay, sir!"

"Yesterday, I had the honor to meet Yu Zhizhou at Washe. Zhizhou gave both ink sticks and blankets, but he was disrespectful and ashamed to accept it. After thinking about it, Song wanted to give Zhizhou a painting as a gift in return. But Song was in a hurry. It is inconvenient for Qingcheng Mountain to visit old friends of the teacher's school. I remember that the team leader has to pass by Zhizhou's mansion every day for work, so I want to ask the team leader to take it along the way."

"Yu Zhizhou!"

Luo Butou was shocked immediately.

That is the governor of a state, the chief official of the frontier.

Yizhou is also a big state in Dayan. Not only is its jurisdiction equivalent to two or three ordinary states, it is also very rich economically and culturally prosperous. The prefect of Yizhou is more important than other prefectures.

But Yu Zhizhou is more than that.

Yu Zhizhou is very well-known, and has a good reputation as an official. He came to Yizhou to take up the post of Zhizhou this time, but he was actually demoted. Compared with such big shots, I am only a small headhunter, and it is still a family tradition. Even if I only get acquainted, I am afraid that there are many advantages.

How can this be asking yourself to help bring a gift?

It is clearly a blessing given to me by my husband.

"I will definitely bring it next time!"

Luo Butou hastily reached out to take the scroll.

What's on the way to work? Here's to it!

"Thank you, boss."

"Thank you sir."

Luo Tutou carefully held the scroll and went out.

Song You stood at the door of the room, watching the back of Luo Tuotou leaving, he couldn't help but fell into deep thought and remained motionless.

It seems more and more involved.

Song You didn't want to have too much involvement with others, but it's hard to say why. Unexpectedly, after living in the city for two or three months, even though he lived in seclusion, his involvement with others became deeper and deeper, as if it was unavoidable.

Just like asking Luo Butou for help today——

Song You didn't want to do this at first, and he didn't want to not do it, which is really contradictory. And this contradiction is worth scrutinizing and pondering.

After thinking about it, there is only one answer.

Maybe that's the wrong way of thinking.

This walk down the mountain is to be involved with people, or in other words, part of its meaning comes from this.

"Taoist priest, are you dead?"

"not yet."

"oh."

Empress Sanhua looked at him for a long time, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"how you said that?"

"Mistress Sanhua sees that you are not moving."

"I was just thinking."

"think."

"Let's go too."

"Let's go too."

"..."

Song You still had some distracting thoughts in his mind, but he also took his bags and letters, took Mistress Sanhua with him, and walked out of the city.

Thinking while walking, the more you think, the more you understand.

After mastering, the whole body is refreshed.

Only then did I find out that someone had planted sweet-scented osmanthus, and half the city was full of fragrance.

The road is not long.

To say that this Qingcheng Mountain is really a famous Taoist mountain in Yizhou and even in the southwest of Dayan. However, Qingcheng Mountain is very large and very famous. Many hermits have come to build temples or huts on the mountain. Pure cultivators who simply love this way, but there are indeed many temples on this mountain.

From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, it is said that there are dozens of large and small temples.

However, what Song You wanted to visit was not the largest, most famous, and oldest ones, but the Fuqing Palace on the mountainside behind.

As soon as you hear the name, you know that most of them are serious Taoist temples.

Fu, Qing, and Taoism are commonly used words in naming Taoism. Names like Fulongguan that don’t sound like Taoism are unorthodox. This kind of temple, if it is not too old, has been named long before these naming habits have been established, it is not serious.

Fulong Temple has occupied both.

It's both ancient and unorthodox.

Fuqing Palace was associated with Fulong Temple in the generation of Master Song You. At that time, the master, like Song You now, traveled all over the world, and just after he left the mountain gate, he met the later palace owner of Fuqing Palace. After the ancestor came back from his travels and took over Fulong Temple, the owner of Fuqing Palace would visit Fulong Temple almost every year, and often brought his disciples to exchange practice experience and ask for advice on the mysteries of spells.

When the Palace Master died, it was his disciples who came.

This fate has been preserved to the generation of Song You's master, and then to Song You's generation. At least for now, he still remembers Fuqing Palace, and Fuqing Palace also comes every year, and the fate is still there.

That's why they were able to help carry the letter.

These days the mountains are high and the rivers are long. Although there is a postal system, it is not open to the common people. It is difficult to deliver messages. Sometimes a letter can really be worth ten thousand gold.

But Song You has never been to Fuqing Palace.

You have to walk slowly and find someone to ask for directions.

Fortunately, Song You was very patient, and what was even better was that she was accompanied by Empress Sanhua, so every step on the road was taken very clearly, and the memory was deep and meaningful in her mind.

Halfway through, better things happened one after another.

First, an old man was driving an ox cart, saw him walking alone, and took him along for a ride.

The ox cart pulled vegetables into the city in the morning and was already tired. The owner was loving and caring. The empty cart also walked slowly on the return journey, probably at the same speed as Song You himself, so it was good to save some energy.

Not long after saying goodbye to the old man, they met another caravan, which ran much faster than the bullock carts. They also saw him wearing Taoist robes. After stopping to ask, they took him for another ride.

He actually arrived at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain at night.

But at this time it was already impossible to go up the mountain, so Song You had no choice but to find a temple at the foot of the mountain, took out the certificate of identification to show his identity, respectfully, and explained the intention of coming. The host kept him in the guest room for one night, and in the evening he took off the bacon and had a good meal with him, but the bragging and drinking sessions during the meal made it difficult for him to cope.

...

Yidu City, the residence of Zhizhou.

With his hands behind his back, Yu Zhizhou stood in front of a painting that had just been framed and hung up.

The content of the painting is very simple -

The trunk and branches outlined by a few strokes, without the head and tail, sprinkled some cinnabar casually to make red plums, and on the tree is a cat outlined by ink and wash, which is very freehand, and there is nothing else.

Yu Zhizhou is an elegant person, and he is quite knowledgeable about Danqing. From his point of view, this painting is not only simple, but the technique is also ordinary, but for some reason, there is always an inexplicable charm. The simple outline of the halo cat is so vivid and vivid.

The more you look at it, the more vivid it is.

After looking at it for a long time, sometimes I feel like the cat is moving in a daze, or I turn my head and blink, or look up at the flowers, and when I look closely, it is the same as before.

This painting is charming and magical.

What's more, it was a gift from Mr.

So Yu Zhizhou had someone frame it in the afternoon and hang it in the room.

Something amazing happened.

After the cold dew and frost fell, it was almost the beginning of winter. Not only the people in the city were anxious, but the mice in the mansion were also very anxious. They often jumped up and down at home, making a lot of noise at night. It's just that he, the Zhizhou, can manage the people in the city, but he can't control the little creatures who live with him in the Zhizhou's mansion, which is also a headache.

After hanging this painting, it was a quiet night.

There was no sound at all.

Yu Zhizhou thought it was because he slept soundly and didn't hear, but he asked the person next to his pillow, and then the servants, but they all said that last night was clean, as if the rat masters had a collective rest.

Yu Zhizhou was secretly amazed.

The Chinese teachers of that dynasty may not have this ability.

Today is my 22nd birthday, my finger hurts so much, why am I suffering from tenosynovitis when I am young and in full bloom... Please ask a fake family member, go out and have a dinner date with my sisters, no change at night!