It's early spring in Asakusa, and it's warm and then cold.

The warm sun is rising, the willows are caressing the banks of the Liuhua River, and the market along the river is bustling with people.

There is a large and wealthy family in the most prosperous part of the market, with the word "White Courtyard" engraved on the door plaque.

On both sides are Baijiami Village and Baijia Buzhuang. There is a private ferry on the river opposite Buzhuang.

There is a green bamboo pavilion at the ferry port, which is convenient for docking boats.

A young man was lying on the top of the bamboo pavilion, with his legs crossed and his head resting on an upturned bamboo arch. He was reading an ancient book in one hand and took out a bun from the paper bag on the side and took a bite from time to time.

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Maybe the content of the ancient book is too exciting, maybe the buns are too delicious, maybe the warm sunshine of early spring is too comfortable, the young man's expression is extremely comfortable.

Occasionally I would raise my eyes to look at the busy street market, bump my legs from time to time, raise my eyebrows from time to time, and secretly thought to myself, Dad is not at home these days, and my life is so comfortable.

The boy's surname was Bai and his name was Yunlou. On the day he was born, white clouds piled like tall buildings outside the window. Tong Sheng's father, the most talented man in the family at the time, gave his eldest son a name he considered to be the most talented. He still mentions it from time to time at the banquet table.

Baiyunlou had just turned 16 years later, and he already had a reputation as a scholar. Although his family was a businessman, the neighbors looked up to him because he had a scholar in his family.

The Bai family had a very strict upbringing. Before going to school, Xiaoyunlou was smart and naughty. He often got slapped with rulers and boards, but he also learned the rules and etiquette.

When I was in elementary school, my family invited Mr. Li, the most qualified man in the county, to come and teach at home. He taught poetry, calligraphy, articles, music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Although he was not very proficient in most of them, he dabbled in them all.

Xiaoyunlou did not resist the ancient literature and six arts taught by the old gentleman.

But after school, whenever I had free time, I would go to the study room in the backyard to read. The books were all bought from booksellers or traveling businessmen on weekdays. Most of them were ghost stories and miscellaneous biographies.

What really interests Baiyun Tower is the legends about the immortals and gods inside. Those immortals and gods have vast supernatural powers and are free and at ease in the world. The kind of freedom is really fascinating.

When I was fourteen years old, I followed my mother-in-law to the Liuyun Temple, dozens of miles away, to offer incense. I was given enough incense and money to spend the night in a Taoist temple in the middle of the mountain.

During this stay, the young Yunlou saw the world outside the mortal world for the first time.

The young man got up early, saw the mist under the early sun, the old Taoist practicing boxing on the cliff, the flying sleeves, overflowing fist power, and the swirling clouds and mist rising under the cliff, which made the young man's mind sway.

When the old Taoist finished his work, the young man hurried forward and wanted to worship the old Taoist as his teacher.

Seeing that the young man was in high spirits and full of energy, the old man couldn't help but look at him a few more times and started chatting with the young man, asking where he was from and his daily hobbies.

During the chat, I saw that his speech and behavior were quite informal, and his temperament was also very agreeable.

Then the old Taoist pinched and touched the young man for a while, shook his head slightly, and said that only one person in the world has the qualifications to practice, and the level of qualifications is not the same.

Although the young man has some slight qualifications, they are almost non-existent, and he has already passed the age of binding his hair. His meridians are obscure and his sense of Qi is hard to find. If he practices forcefully, he will be like a mirror, a mirror, a moon in the water, a dream.

The young man looked disappointed in his words, but he felt relieved in an instant, and still talked and laughed freely. His feelings for him became even more favorable, and he took the young man to the study room in the other courtyard.

When he came to the room, the old Taoist took out two books and gave them to the young man. One was the Flowing Cloud Taoist Scripture, and the other was about the Cloud Expelling Palm Technique. Yan Tao and the young man had a good rapport, so the palm techniques from these two Taoist scriptures were not passed on.

The secret was given to the young man.

The young man was very happy. After going out to say hello to his mother, he returned to the old road and chatted for half a day, solving a lot of doubts in his mind.

After chatting happily, he bid farewell to the old man. Although the young man did not change his name, he still respected his master.

Seeing the young man leaving with his mother, the old man stood outside the courtyard and sighed.

I have been cultivating the Tao for so many years. Today, I finally see the truth in the young man. The bottleneck of the Tao that has been stuck for more than ten years has finally melted. The young man is definitely not a thing in the pond. What is given to him is fate.

Dharma may also be its own condition.

What the young man saw was an old Taoist with an immortal demeanor under the rising sun, and what the old Taoist saw was not a young man full of vitality under the rising sun.

After that, Baiyunlou's life became a little more lively. He missed the age of opening the meridians, so he could only take a look at the art of opening the meridians and circling the sky in the Taoist scriptures. However, the moves of the Paiyun Palm technique were thoroughly practiced.

Although he still has no vital energy, Baiyunlou still practices Paiyun Palm ten times a day. After more than a year of diligent practice, he is now light and healthy, with sharp ears and eyesight.

Gained the reputation of being a scholar.

Now that he has achieved fame, he is a bit more peaceful. Apart from occasionally nagging a few words about not reading anything else, Dad has not interfered with Yunlou’s schoolwork for a long time. There must be a reason why he can’t understand it.

As the saying goes, it’s hard to get back. Dad’s momentum is gone, but his majesty is still there. On weekdays, Baiyunlou is like a well-behaved young man at home. These two days, dad has gone out to sell goods. The sky is high and birds can fly, and the sea is wide and fish can jump. He can bask in the sun leisurely.

In Nuanyang, reading idle books and listening to the shouts of the market makes me feel a bit like a fairy.

The young man was reading a book in the bamboo pavilion and suddenly his right hand became empty. It turned out that the bun bag was already empty.

I was thinking about whether to buy another egg pancake to satisfy my craving, when I suddenly saw a merchant ship coming down the Liuhua River in the distance. It looked familiar, but it was not my own cargo ship.

The young man's face tightened, he turned over and jumped down from the bamboo pavilion, stuffed the book into his arms, straightened his clothes, and waited on the railing.

The cargo ship is not big, and can only carry two or three trucks of goods. Standing on the bow is a middle-aged man who is nearly forty years old. He is of medium height, slightly fat, and has a slightly weathered face. He is Baiyunlou's father.

When the ship arrived at the pier, Mr. Bai saw his son waiting at the pier, nodded slightly, turned around and shouted: "Put up a plank to unload the goods!"

There were two helpers on the cargo ship, and the store clerk also rushed over to help, moving the goods into the store with skill and skill.

Mr. Bai pointed to a black wooden box at the stern of the boat and said to a shop assistant: "Send this box to Yunlou's study."

When Baiyunlou heard that he still had some private goods, he quickly jumped on the bow of the boat, and helped his father get off the boat diligently. He asked with a smile on his face whether he had eaten breakfast and how well he had rested on the boat.

I sent my father to the bedroom to rest, then turned back to the study.

The study room was tidied by Yunlou when he was just a child, and the bookshelves against the walls on both sides were filled to the brim.

There is a bamboo lounge chair by the window, a long low table beside the chair, a thick straw futon on the ground beside the low table, and the black wooden box has been placed next to the bookshelf.

Looking at the wooden box on the ground, curiosity was inevitable. When I opened the wooden box, there were several stacks of books inside and two small wooden boxes on the side.

There were some old and new books, and when I flipped through them, I found that except for a few poetry collections, the rest were all kinds of miscellaneous books, and there was even a collection of mysterious and strange things.

Baiyunlou was startled. Why did his father change his temper this time when he went out for a business trip? He even thought about buying a lot of books that he was not allowed to read on weekdays. It seems that last autumn he tried to be a scholar and gave him the title of scholar.
Chapter completed!