After walking around the house and the yard for a while, Wen Shuo returned to the living room, stood in front of the table, and looked up slightly to admire the painting.

He hoped to find something before entering the house.

Because of the obvious progress in practice, although there has been obvious progress, I sensed the energy, opened the heavenly eye, and further began to try to store the true qi, and the amount of true qi generated by the body's functions has also increased slightly, with the current level of cultivation, it is far from the level of being able to start the altar anytime and anywhere. Even writing talismans is difficult. At best, I can only open the heavenly eye, but I cannot observe the strange phenomena for a long time in the heavenly eye.

The three copper coins that can help him seal the evil spirit have been used up. Now, there is only one talisman for protecting the body and warding off evil spirits, and two talismans for Liu Yao.

I'm going to the capital tomorrow.

From childhood to adulthood, Wen Shuo went to the Shuangnushan mining area in Qingping County this time. In his past life, he didn't feel any emotion about going far away, but until he was about to travel far away, he realized that he felt a little panic in his heart. It was not because of fear, but because of the unawareness.

Therefore, he instinctively wanted to give himself more protection in case of an accident.

And the mysterious method undoubtedly became his biggest reliance now.

Unfortunately, my cultivation is insufficient, and the treasures that can help me practice are gone. Even there are only three talismans, which are still talismans with specific effects.

So he came to the old house with a hope.

Perhaps, the old Han, who was as expected, left something for me during his lifetime?

Unfortunately, after searching for a few times, the self-confidence energy sensed Wen Shuo, who was already quite sensitive, but no treasure could be found that could help him do his own work. However, this painting hanging on the main hall had a faint subtle agility, which naturally intertwined with the heaven and earth. Unfortunately, this faint and undetectable agility was not the true energy or the evil spirit that could help Xuanshi do his work. Instead, when the painter was drawing this painting, his mind was immersed in the painting, and the painting expressed the author's mood, thoughts, devoted himself, and had his own agility.

If you don't pay attention or look carefully, no one will think that this painting is better, it is extremely ordinary. But even ordinary people, standing in front of the painting and looking carefully, will gradually feel immersive. The breeze blew halfway up the mountain, the shallow clouds are like veil, the cranes soar, the pine tree breaths, the clear sky is like washing, and the spring is full of spring...

The old man in the painting was going down the mountain leisurely, not thinking about the magnificent scenery on the top of the mountain, not thinking about the worldly world below the mountain.

Where is home and where to stay?

There are endless ends of the world, everywhere is the end of the world, everywhere can be home.

Free and easy!

After standing in front of the painting and watching for a long time, Wen Shuo suddenly had the urge to tear off this painting - the uncle, the artistic conception in this painting seems to have a little bit of seducing me to see through the world and become a monk?

But at least it was relieved that the panic in my heart was much brighter, so Wen Shuo decided to spare the life of this painting.

When he walked out of the main hall, locked the door, and walked to the screen wall with an umbrella, he suddenly thought of something. He hurriedly turned back and opened the door, stood on the Taishi chair and carefully took off the ordinary hanging painting. He went to the east room to take the worn feather duster, gently dusted the painting with dust, then rolled it up, wrapped it in a pouch, put it in a plastic bag, and thought that he would take it home immediately, but considering that he would have to go to Lao Hantou's grave in a while, he put the installed hanging painting under the bed, then went out to lock it, and left the old house with an umbrella.

He thought that although this seemingly ordinary painting had no signature or time to draw it, since it could be agile, it might be the work of a certain master. And he didn't know how long it had been painted this painting. If it was an ancient painting... Old Han was a widower, free and easy, or he was confused, and could not take valuable things seriously and just hang them in the house in a noble manner. Wen Shuo felt that he didn't have that state of mind and was not that stupid!

A few months passed, and the lonely grave on the river bank was covered with grass, but the grave was obviously filled with soil, and bricks were laid around it, and a tombstone carved about one meter five above the surface.

Needless to ask, it must have been done by Liu Maohe.

Wen Shuo secretly cursed Liu Mao and this idiot. Isn’t this his mother’s place without any money? No wonder others would doubt it, and the meeting discussions were full of rumors in Liujiaying Village…

Wen Shuo tilted his head and clamped the umbrella with his neck and shoulders. He took out two stacks of burning paper from the plastic bag he was carrying with his right hand, then handed it back to his left hand, took out a lighter and lit the burning paper. After the fire became stronger, he squatted down and slowly placed it on the paved red bricks in front of the tombstone.

Immediately, Wen Shuo took out the notebook from the plastic bag and ignited it on the vigorous flame.

Burning paper is flammable, and because the ground was wet with rain, the fire quickly burned out. The unburned corners were mixed with gray-black paper ash on the bricks, and the moisture on the red bricks was almost dried. The notebook was pinched by Wen Shuo and hung in the air, burning in the breeze. It was not until the flame was about to burn, and he placed it on the red bricks.

Seeing that the notebook was finally burned out, and the breeze blew, and ashes were scattered in the mud around the tomb, Wen Shuo stood up.

He stood in front of the tombstone with an umbrella like this for a few minutes, and he said nothing.

"After thinking about it, there is nothing to say, alas." Wen Shuo sighed sadly, turned around and walked back, muttering, "In the future, as long as I am at home, I will always come to burn some paper for you during the festival."

After passing by the old house, Wen Shuo took the painting. His slightly sad and sad mood on the river bank had already dissipated.

When a person dies, how can he miss it?

Wen Shuo, who has always been very practical in his behavior, thought that it is not particularly necessary to burn paper on the grave during festivals. It is practical to find one or several disciples with better talent in the future to pass on the mysterious method. If there is really a sulli-like underworld or the old Han who has entered the fairyland after his death, he will have one day to meet him in a hundred years, at least, have a clear conscience!

When Wen Shuo returned home, he saw a cup of water on the coffee table in the living room, and there were still tea leaves soaked in it, so he asked casually: "Mom, are there guests at home?"

"Your uncle just left." Li Qin walked out of the bedroom, her eyes were red and she had obviously cried.

When Wen Shuo saw his mother's expression, he was furious and frowned and said in a deep voice: "Is my concubine here too? What are the unpleasant words of the couple?"

"No, your uncle came here by himself." Li Qin sighed. Seeing her son's angry look, she felt sad. She turned around and returned to the bedroom to take out a stack of 100-dollar bills, walked over and put them on the coffee table. After sitting down, she said in a choking tone: "Shuo, don't hate your uncle, he is my mother's brother! This is not that you know that you are going to the capital tomorrow. Your uncle has sent five thousand yuan. Oh, by the way, you are not allowed to tell others."

"Huh?" Wen Shuo was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "He still hid his private money, and he was not afraid of being known to Feng Chunmei."

"You call this child, Feng Chunmei?" Li Qin glared at her son, and then said with a serious expression: "Every family has a difficult sutra. Although your uncle and your concubine are rich, they are not easy to live. In fact, we should not hate others because they do not owe us. On the contrary, we owe your uncle and concubine a favor! If we look down on our family's poverty because they urge us several times to pay back the money, and say some anger, and are afraid that we will take advantage of it, so we will hate others. That is unreasonable, do you understand?"

Wen Shuo was stunned.

This principle is very simple, easy to understand, and is indeed very reasonable.

but……

With the matter on my own, how many people can face it with the right attitude like their mother?

"Shuo, I listen to my mom, if you want others to look down on me, you have to rely on yourself. You are not promising and have bad luck. Is it true that others underestimate you? For example, when you used to pick up rags and collect scraps... Mom didn't mean that it was embarrassing to do this industry, but most people think that this industry is a low-profile business, and your academic performance is not good, so it's no wonder that others look down on you. But this time you were admitted to university, and after Beijing University? What do you think of you, Mom? Even when you used to pick up rags and collect scraps, it became a glorious thing. Of course, Mom's meaning is not to say that others are flying eyes, the world is like this, you can't count on everyone to treat one person who picks up rags and the other person equally. Of course, Mom's meaning is not to say that others are flying eyes, and the world is like this. You can't count on everyone to treat one person who picks up rags and the other person equally. Of course, Mom's meaning is not to say that others are flying eyes, and the world is like this. You can't count on everyone to treat one person who picks up rags and the other person equally. Of course, Mom's meaning is not to say that others are flying eyes, and the world is like this. You can't count on everyone to treat one person who picks up rags and the other person equally. Of course, Mom's meaning is not to say that others are flying eyes, and the world is like this. You can't count on everyone.

County Magistrate?" Li Qin continued with a serious expression but gentle expression: "Shuo, Mom is not very educated, and has never seen the world. But Mom has lived for half her life and has tasted all the ups and downs and sweets, and has seen too many people, things, and relationships between people and things. So Mom always thinks that many people can talk about these things, but they always make simple and confused. Tomorrow, you are going to Beijing to go to college. This is your first time traveling far away since childhood. No matter how worried Mom is, she has to let go. She can't follow you. Besides, you have grown up, and Mom can't be your burden. The truth that Mom told you just now, you must remember it in the future, which can save a lot of trouble."

"Mom." Wen Shuo couldn't help but shed tears and nodded, "I remember it."

As he grew up, the first time he heard from his mother that it was so simple, simple and easy to understand, but it was the most difficult truth for everyone in this world to really use it.

Moreover, because of using things to explain the truth, Wen Shuo began to reflect on his past actions for the first time.
Chapter completed!