I didn't intend to be a Fairy

"brush!"

Yu Zhizhou sat up from the bed.

It is the moonlight entering the window.

I just had a dream, in the dream I heard Xuanmiao song, I still remembered some tunes when I was in a daze, now I am awake, the moment I sat up, the tunes disappeared from my mind little by little. Yu Zhizhou knew that most of the dreams that ordinary people have are like this, but he just felt that the content of the dream should not exist in the real world, so he was not surprised, but the content of the dream.

But he remembered that meaning clearly.

But do good deeds, don't ask ghosts and gods.

But in this life, don't seek longevity.

While the things in his mind had not been completely eliminated, he frantically thought about it, trying to grasp the charm.

Where are the Three Emperors and Five Emperors? Where are the ministers of the past dynasties?

"Where..."

Yu Zhizhou muttered to himself, but he could taste it carefully.

Isn't the answer in the next sentence?

But looking at history, who can avoid impermanence?

"The history of youth..."

Yu Zhizhou understood that this was not a dream of his own.

This is Mr. and he sent a dream.

In the afternoon, my husband spoke vaguely. Perhaps I was moved by my sincerity later. I hereby send a dream letter to tell myself that no one in this world can live forever. Otherwise, please read the history books. Returning to the soil, how can I surpass them on this road?

Thinking about it this way, wouldn't it be a waste of time to pursue the immortal way in this half of my life? How confused is it to wake up at such an age after wasting on an illusory road?

Yu Zhizhou didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to believe it. The result of this burden was too embarrassing, but the mysterious charm seemed to remind him, so he had to admit and believe it.

Fortunately, the husband told himself again and pointed out another way for himself.

It is the road of the three emperors and five emperors.

Their names are left in history.

Isn't this another kind of long-term?

"Confused, confused...

"Happy, happy..."

Yu Zhizhou whispered on the bed.

The people around him were woken up by the noise, and they thought it was the rats that had been making trouble at home recently. When they found out that it was not a rat, they scolded him for being crazy, but he didn't care. He just told his wife to go to bed first, but he didn't feel sleepy.

Yu Jianbai, Yu Jianbai, you are confused and blind.

Why isn't the gentleman a fairy?

...

Frost came last night, the sky was a little gray again this morning, and the leaves in the yard turned yellow, making Yidu City seem much cooler.

Song You draws under the yellow plum tree and on the stone table.

Empress Sanhua stood on the branch, motionless.

This is her third time as a model.

Drawing a cat is very simple, with thick ink and thin lines, outlining the outline of the mouth, nose and eyes, and two strokes for the ears. Immediately put on ink, and with one stroke, the ink immediately smudges along the paper. With just a few strokes, the cat's body and head are blurred out of the ink. With a little modification, it is a cat in traditional painting. .

Then draw the branches, and sprinkle the plum blossoms with cinnabar, which is easy and freehand.

"alright."

Empress Sanhua couldn't stay still for a long time, she jumped off the branch immediately when she heard the words, and looked at the rice paper with her head.

"It's a black cat!"

"It's not that dark."

"Hemp cat!"

"Like Empress Sanhua?"

"Mistress Sanhua doesn't know what she looks like, she only knows that she is a Sanhua cat."

"It was drawn after Empress Sanhua."

"It's not a three-flowered cat!"

"I only have black ink."

"oh……"

The Sanhua cat made a long and long tail sound, and stared at the cat on the rice paper carefully and looked again and again: "It turns out that the Sanhua Empress looks like this, and she doesn't look like the clay statue in the temple at all, and she doesn't look like the wood carving..."

"It's still a wooden statue."

"Then you can't."

"It's a shame."

"There are obviously no flowers on the tree."

"It will open in winter."

"There are flowers in the painting."

"I'll paint it first."

"You doodle."

"..." Song You shook his head helplessly, put down his pen and stroked her head, "Miss Sanhua has been thinking about it all night, have you figured out what spells you want to learn?"

"Think it over! Fire!"

"The choice is very good. The first time I learned magic, I also learned the method of fire." Song You sat in the room and said to Mistress Sanhua, "Water is the foundation of life, and fire is the origin of civilization. Every practitioner should comprehend the way of water and fire, does Empress Sanhua think so too?"

"The fire is warm! Great!"

"almost."

"When do I start learning?"

"Let me think about it." Song You thought for a while, "Before the weather is too cold, I want to go to Qingcheng Mountain outside the city to visit my old master's friend, and ask him to help me bring the letter back. If I leave today, tomorrow morning Maybe I can go to the foot of Qingcheng Mountain and find the Taoist temple until the evening, in short, it will only take three to five days to go back and forth, after three to five days, I will teach Empress Sanhua the simplest method of breathing fire."

"The method of breathing fire."

"Yes."

"How long will it take to study?"

"That depends on how far Empress Sanhua wants to learn. There is no upper limit to magic in the world, and the law of the five elements has many branches. According to the spells collected by me in Fulong Temple, Empress Sanhua can learn the method of breathing fire first. Flame is a method that many monsters and Taoists know. If you learn it well, you don't need to spit fire anymore. You only need to spit out one breath to ignite objects. If it is more advanced, you can stretch out your finger and the fire will come. After studying this road for thousands of years, maybe True Monarch Huoyang will also make way for you."

"Thousands of years!"

The three-flowered cat opened its eyes wide.

"If you only learn to breathe fire, it won't take so long. Maybe three to five months, maybe a year or two, and you'll be done." Song You smiled, "There are also ordinary people who have to learn for ten or twenty years."

"Ten or twenty years?"

"That's an entertainer who walks the rivers and lakes to play tricks. He can't talk about Taoism, so he has to grind slowly. Since the Sanhua Empress has become a refined form, it won't take that long."

"One year or two years?"

"I will teach Empress Sanhua well."

"oh."

At this moment, there was another knock on the door outside.

"Tut Tuk."

Song You turned around and opened the door.

Outside is still the servant from last night.

"Good morning sir."

"morning."

From the hands of the people holding the felt again.

"My family Zhizhou said, thank you sir for pointing out the maze last night. My family Zhizhou has come to his senses. From then on, he is determined not to pursue immortality and longevity, but to do good things for the people. Thanks to Mr.'s advice, my family Zhizhou should have come to thank you in person, but he was just half-baked. I really don’t have the face to meet my husband again. I want to give him a gift, but I don’t know what to give. After thinking about it, I saw that winter is coming, and the cold air is going down. I just happened to get a good western blanket the day before yesterday, so I ordered the villain to give it to my husband. Come on. Not to mention resisting the winter cold, laying it in the room, stepping in and out, and sitting while practicing, it will be more comfortable in winter."

Congren said and bowed deeply, offering with both hands.

"Please accept it, sir."

"..."

Song You looked at the neatly folded blanket in his hand, stood at the door for a while, and then took it.

"Thank Zhizhou for me."

Seeing that he did not refuse, it seemed that he was different from what he imagined, so he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then quickly bowed again:

"Thank you sir."

"Please let Zhizhou live well for the people and leave a name in history."

"The villain must bring it."

Amidst the creaking sound, the wooden door slowly closed.

When he turned around, he saw Qiufeng coming into the courtyard again, and wanted to lift up the rice paper under the yellow plum tree and on the stone table. The Sanhua Mao stood beside the stone table, pressing the rice paper with one paw, and staring up at him.

When Song You walked over, it said to him, "Taoist, the cat you drew will be blown away by the wind."

"Empress Sanhua is here."

"Thank you, Empress Sanhua."

"Thank you, Empress Sanhua."

"You are Welcome."

"..."

Song You shook his head and smiled, then spread the blanket in his hand.

It seems to be made of wool, not thick, but very warm to the touch.

"It's a piece of cloth!"

"It's felt."

"what for?"

"It's for Empress Sanhua to keep warm."

"Give me?"

"yes."

It just so happens that the weather is cold, and the cat is afraid of the cold and prefers warmth, so she spreads it in the room, so she can sit on it when practicing meditation, or sit on it while making tea by the stove, and the little feet of Sanhua Empress will not be cold when she goes in and out.

This Zhizhou is a bit particular about gift giving.

No matter how good this piece of felt is, it is not that expensive. Although it does not have the elegance of calligraphy, painting and calligraphy, it does not have the vulgarity of valuables. It is an item that can be used often, and it is warm and considerate. If it is used as a gift for ordinary friends, when relying on it for warmth in winter, I am afraid that I will often remember its origin.

Among the poems that Song You has read in his past and present lives, many poets wrote about the paper quilts and paper coats presented by their friends when they kept warm in the severe cold. It is of course a beautiful thing to feel the warmth from friends in winter.

"Ah……"

Come and not reciprocate indecently.

Song You looked left and right, and only saw the painting on the stone table. After thinking about it, he said to Empress Sanhua:

"Mistress Sanhua, lend me a pinch of hair."

"What is it for?"

"Repay the courtesy."

"What gift?"

"It's used to return Empress Sanhua's felt."

"How much do you want to borrow?"

"A handful."

Song You reached out to Sanhuamao.

Sanhuamao is still squatting on the stone table, keeping one paw pressed down and unable to draw, but it is looking down at his hand, as if it is allowed to be pulled by him, but afraid that he will pull too much .

"..."

There are only a dozen of them in one rub.

Song You shook it in the air and threw it casually.

"call……"

Very light very soft sound.

That handful of hairs exploded a small ball of fireworks in the air, leaving behind a cloud of gray smoke, all of which penetrated into the painting.

The cat in the painting seems to be a little more mysterious.

The wet ink has dried, and the charm is gradually revealed.

Song You picked it up, looked at it carefully, not to mention the painting skills, this cat is alive and well. But he didn't feel complacent either, he knew it well, it was just a good fortune he got from Master Kong.