Chapter 24 end

"Here is the legendary Peach Blossom Spring!" Wei Shiran and Sunday said with emotion that for those of them who have read it countless times, being able to experience it personally is extremely touching. But the Peach Blossom Spring in front of me is too different from the Peach Blossom Spring described by Tao Yuanming. The sky is gray, the ground is gray, the water in the river is also gray, and everywhere seems to be covered with a thick layer of dust, which has not been opened for a long time.There was no life in the field, not even a single weed, and only a few traces of well fields could be barely seen.On the small hill in the distance, the dead branches of a few peach trees barely stretched from the ground, and the branches glowed with white light, twisting like ferocious skeleton arms.There was even a musty smell in the air.

Zheng He—now Lu You—stands behind the two of them, looking at the once-familiar place in front of him, his heart agitated. When Zhu Xi fought against the incarnation of the owner of the pen mound, he left before it even started.Seeing this scene now, one can imagine the intensity of that battle, which completely destroyed all life in Taohuayuan, and the stale smell of "Li Qi" can still be smelled to this day. "Lord Lu, what are we looking for here?" Wei Shiran turned around and asked respectfully. Lu You walked forward at a leisurely pace as if he didn't hear his question.Wei Shiran didn't dare to show his displeasure, He Sunday followed him, the three of them walked up to the hill, Lu You touched the dead branches of the peach tree, the skin was cracked, and they held hands very much.

With a sound of "click", Lu You broke off a branch from the peach tree and put it in his hand.A layer of gray mist floated on the branch, and when Lu You's hand touched it, it dissipated quickly like a cockroach seeing the sun, and the branch immediately turned into a section of black ash. Lu You blew a breath, and the black ash immediately flew into the air, leaving only a few pieces of wreckage in the palm of his hand. "Do you know why the old man revisited the old place?" Both shook their heads. Lu Youdao: "The owner of the pen tomb is a genius in the world. He once made a great vow not to teach the world's talents to go to the east. Regardless of the Wei, Jin, Tang and Song Dynasties, he worked tirelessly and traveled around, refining talented people into pen spirits, and received them in the pen tomb. , very few omissions, you all know that.”

This is the common sense of Bizhong, Wei Shiran and Sunday naturally know it very well, and I feel a little strange why Lu You suddenly mentioned this point. Lu You said again: "But when you think about it carefully, there is a doubt. I wonder if you have thought about it?" "Master Lu, please enlighten me." "Since the end of the Qin Dynasty, the owner of the pen mound has been practicing pens tirelessly. However, there is a prerequisite for refining pens. It must be the time when the pen owner dies. The law of nature does not allow it; if it is too late, I am afraid that the owner of the pen will die and lose his mind. If you look at the resumes of the masters of the pen tomb, from Dong Zhongshu, Ban Chao, Ban Gu, Sima Qian, Sima Xiangru, Zhang Chang to Guo Pu, Jiang Yan, Wang Xizhi, Xie Daoyun, Li Bai, Du Fu, Li Yu and others all died at the moment when Fang Pianran, the owner of the pen mound, appeared, how could there be such a coincidence in the world?"

"Perhaps the master of the pen mound has great powers," guessed Sunday.He really hadn't thought about this question.In the eyes of these younger generations, the master of the pen mound is a god-like existence. What can a god not do? "The owner of the pen tomb is just a small official at the end of the Qin Dynasty. Even if he cultivated to become an immortal later, how could he have the ability to overthrow the world and reverse nature?" Wei Shiran said: "Could it be that the owner of the pen mound has other means, but it's unknown?" Lu You nodded and said, "Even though it missed, it's not far away."

Sunday and Wei Shiran were startled at the same time. They vaguely had their own conjectures, but this was too shocking to confirm. Lu You glanced at them, and snorted: "It's no wonder you couldn't guess, even I didn't confirm it back then. This person was secretive a thousand years ago, and only now let me come here." It’s a bit disgusting to find a place where ghosts are planted by yourself.” Speaking of this, he waved his arms and pointed: "The master of the pen mound is able to predict the foretelling, and he never misses in refining the pen. It is really because he has a heavenly book in his hand, which indicates the life and death of the world's masters. Nothing goes wrong."

Sunday and Wei Shiran looked forward along his fingers, and saw that there seemed to be an attic among the gray farmhouses.This attic is stacked on three floors, the four corners are turned outwards, but the main body stands upright and shoulders are retracted. The whole small building stands in the gray atmosphere, like a tall and thin boy servant with a tall figure and a bamboo hat, with an indescribably weird atmosphere. And there is a plaque hanging in the middle of the attic, with only three words written on the plaque: "Record Book".