For a Prosperous World

The clear sky outside didn't last long, it was probably a little dull in the sky at noon, and then there was a light rain in Changan City.

A fine rain echoed at the window edge in the pavilion, making the room a little quieter.

Xiao Xiaolou is lightly raining, and the streets outside are hurried, and it should be a place for pedestrians to hide from the rain.

The painter sat at the table and made a painting. From the description of the boy, what the woman should look like, he has only come up with a fuzzy outline.

Although the young man told him the beginning and end of meeting the woman, his appearance was only vague.

But if it looks exactly like the boy said, it should be a rare woman in the world.

The painter has some regrets. If he can take a look at it, maybe he can paint more than all his paintings, but unfortunately he should be missed.

The teenager sitting in front of him looked at the painting in the hand of the painter and thought about what he saw that day.

"Ah." The painter sighed and lowered the right pen slowly.

"Jun, you can only draw so far."

He said, sending the canvas in his hand to the boy.

I rarely took the canvas, and the people on the eyebrows flowed around. The wine was light and the snow was faint. The painting was really good.

Unfortunately, there is always something missing, so this painting always has only those six points of color.

There was a relief in Juvenile's eyes, and maybe that point couldn't be drawn.

He nodded. "Thank you Mr. anyway."

Stand up and make money.

The painter reached out and pushed the money back, shaking his head.

"Jun's painting is unsuccessful, and I dare not be brave enough in the following."

画 工 愣神 thought for a moment, then smiled and said.

"You haven't achieved your achievements, you should continue to study hard. If you can make a painting in the future, please come again."

如此 "So, boy Huo got sick, thanked Mr .."

"Nothing, only thanks to this strange man whom Xiaojun told me."

The painter smiled and touched his beard, and secretly set his heart to make this painting work.

The young man gave a salute and walked out of the small building.

A curtain of water dripped from the eaves outside the small building, drizzling in the wind.

He carefully took the canvas back into his arms and left in the rain.

Then the painter in the pavilion took a break, spread a new roll of canvas, raised the pen, closed his eyes and thought for a while, and then painted again.

He painted this picture for many years, and he also painted many, almost every few days.

Customers who come to buy or paint with him will always see one or two of them, and then look at the person and ask the painter.

"How expensive is this painting?"

The painter always smiled and shook his head: "This painting cannot be sold. It is not finished."

Then the customer always asked, "Who is the woman in this painting?"

The answer from the painter was the same.

"Daughter of Shuo Fang."

朔 The painting of Shuo Fang's daughter was seen by a man named Li Yannian one day. He stayed for half a day and made a song.

Later generations call Li Yannian song:

There are beauties in the north. Peerless and independent.

Take a look at Qingren City. Look at the country again.

Su Ning didn't know the city and the country. Beautiful ladies are rare.

...

初 The first sunshine outside seemed to fall a little lazily on the snow, and the snow in Shuo Fang stopped.

I can't see the snow in the sky, but the clouds in the sky are still caged, I can't see the sun, and the snow on the ground has not melted away.

A wooden door creaked back, and Gu Nan yawned while walking in the courtyard while wearing his clothes.

She hasn't slept for a while. It should be a hundred years before she finally understands the truth of the day's plan. Or maybe it was just her insomnia and dreams.

Snow is colder when it snows, but the sun is warmer.

I thought about washing, but when I walked to the water tank, I found that the water in the water tank was frozen with a layer of ice. He crushed the ice cube with a grid and placed it in a basin.

I then made a fire and set the basin aside and waited for the water to heat up.

别 There was no other sound in the yard in the morning, only a few birdsongs occasionally heard from a high place in the distance. The mountain eagle should fly by.

Sitting on a stone, Gu Nan took out a roll of bamboo slips from her arms.

竹 This bamboo slip was handed to her by Duan Muqing, and it contains some basic acupuncture principles.

She has the foundation of acupuncture points and meridians, so Duan Muqing planned to teach acupuncture first. As far as pharmacology is concerned, it is inevitable that you should first read and memorize first, or do not even understand it.

Frowning frowning at the explanation of the acupoints on bamboo slips, she took out a bag from her waist.

Spread the bag over your legs, and inside it is a row of slender silver pins.

He rolled up his sleeves and took his own hand, Gu Nan pierced the silver needle in.

Whether the limp needle is right, she can fully grasp it according to her feelings. Since her body is different from ordinary people, she doesn't worry about going wrong.

Besides, most of her **** are some acupuncture points for blood circulation, and there will be no big problems if she makes a mistake.

The flames next to the crickets sizzled slightly.

"Ruze Point ..."

Gu Nan turned her hand over and looked up and down, groped on the elbow, and finally found a depression with a thumb width.

"Here it is."

He said to himself, about to pierce the silver needle ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, but was stopped by a person behind him.

"I, me and, you said a few times, a few times."

Qi Duanmuqing stood behind Gu Nan and said with a serious expression, "You, you have just begun to learn, don't, don't take needles on yourself."

"Um, I'm not doing it myself."

"Chaos, talk!"

Wu Duanmuqing cursed and came forward, carefully taking out the silver needles in Gu Nan's hand.

This is often the case in the morning, or the medicine is simmered or the herbs are tasted. Gu Nan must be said by Duan Muqing, and there is a lot of noise in the small courtyard.

Most of the time, Duan Muqing didn't speak first. She didn't say Gu Nan's, so she could only sit on her side and feel sullen. Gu Nan was unhappy and always apologized first.

The breakfast for both of them is very simple, and some rice soup is regarded as breakfast, and often they are served with some jerky. Duanmu Qing doesn't eat meat, which Gu Nan bought in the village market.

"The rice is almost finished." Gu Nan said with a sip of rice soup.

"The skins of the sand snakes that I dug out in the snow a few days ago should have been dried. At that time, I will take the snake skins to the village to see some rice and come back."

There are a lot of things that can be changed at the market outside the cormorant. Birds are not easy to catch, so Gu Nan often catches some beasts.

下 It snowed in the past few days, and she fell a lot of snake nests. At this time, the sand snakes were still hibernating in the sand under the snow. They would not move even if they were turned out. It was very easy to grab them.

Dried snake skin, snake meat can be made into jerky, and snake gall is also a good thing.