I've been in this world [Quick Transmigration]

As usual, Xie Ziqi blew on the lamp to rest after reading.

The next day, Xie Ziqi read under the tree with a book again.

The difference from usual is that this time it is not the little novice but Huiyuan who delivers the meal.

"Thank you, Master." Xie Ziqi thanked.

Huiyuan put the vegetarian food on the table and gave a salute.

"Can I eat with you?" Hui Yuan asked.

Xie Ziqi showed a happy expression.

Huiyuan took out another pair of bowls and chopsticks from the food box.

Two side dishes, two bowls of rice.The two started talking about a grain of rice, and the more they talked, the more they got in tune.In the end, I didn't even eat, and started chatting all over the world.

Push the bowl and chopsticks, and immediately take out the chessboard and put the chess pieces on it.Xie Ziqi talked with Huiyuan for a few rounds, and then talked about the history of literary theory.The sun is westward, the sky is getting dark, and the light in the house is also dimming.

At this time, the two of them realized that they had chatted for a day.

Immediately, the two looked at each other, helped the table and laughed.

Huiyuan said: "We really hit it off."

Xie Ziqi nodded, and said: "No, it should be as old as new, and as old as before."

Huiyuan deeply thinks so.

At this time, the little novice happened to come to deliver the meal. Huiyuan had eaten in the meditation room, and the two had a few rounds of hands-on conversation.Seeing that it was too late, Huiyuan left.

After Xie Ziqi stood in front of the door to send Huiyuan away, he didn't go to bed immediately, but opened the package.In addition to three or four changes of clothes, there are a few books and some pens, inks, papers and inkstones in the package.

He looked at several types of rice paper under the oil lamp.After trying each one, he selected a few.

Xie Ziqi spread out a piece of shiny rice paper and dipped it in ink to draw.After finishing painting, Xie Ziqi gently blew the ink away and spread it on the table.

Then he wrote poems and prefaces one after another.It didn't stop until midnight, and I went to bed to rest.

The next day, before dawn, Xie Ziqi put on his clothes and got out of bed early, rolled up the three calligraphy and paintings unfolded on the table, went to the courtyard, and buried them under the tree.

Then I went back to the room and hid all the remaining pens, inks, papers and inkstones under the bed, put a few books on the table, rearranged the packages, and went to catch up on sleep.

After a while, Huiyuan knocked on the door, Xie Ziqi rubbed his eyes and opened the door.

"I was obsessed with reading yesterday, so I slept late." Xie Ziqi explained while taking the vegetarian food and placing it on the table.

The two chatted while eating, and Huiyuan looked at the books on the table and couldn't help being lost in thought.

"Can I see it?"

Xie Ziqi nodded in agreement, and explained: "This is a book brought from home, not my annotations."

Huiyuan pushed the bowl aside, took the book and couldn't wait to open it.The more I read, the faster I turned, and soon I reached the end, and the expression on my face became more and more complicated.

"You mean, brought this from your house? Who wrote the notation on it?"

Under Huiyuan's oppressive gaze, Xie Ziqi swallowed the food slowly and wiped his mouth as if on purpose.

Huiyuan became even more impatient.

Xie Ziqi folded the handkerchief for wiping his mouth on the side of the table, and said calmly, "I don't know."

Huiyuan's face instantly collapsed.

"But~"

"But what?" Huiyuan asked hastily.

Xie Ziqi lowered his head to hide the glint in his eyes. "But what I do know for sure is that these books have been handed down from my ancestors, maybe it was written by one of my ancestors."

"Hey, don't you think the idea written in this comment is very strange? Human nature is inherently evil, but is it obvious that human nature is inherently good? Also, have you noticed that the words on this comment are written in different ways? Could it be How many of my ancestors wrote it?"

Seeing that Huiyuan's face drooped even more, Xie Ziqi suddenly realized, "Hey, I'm telling you this because I'm close to you, not making up my ancestors."

Huiyuan's face was dark and difficult to distinguish.When Xie Ziqi spoke just now, he kept looking at her carefully.Clearly an ignorant student.The annotations were written by several people, and it was clearly written by one person, not others. Xie Xizhi is really famous for creating a hundred different ways of writing.

Xie Xizhi was born in troubled times, and the idea that human nature is inherently evil was very popular at that time.It's just that for the sake of comfort, the later generations of the imperial court popularized the idea that human nature is inherently good, and the thoughts of the era Xie Xizhi lived in were all banned, and the culture at that time was gradually neglected.That's why today's students don't know how to thank Xizi.

Huiyuan sighed and couldn't put it down.

Seeing Huiyuan's melancholy expression, Xie Ziqi said, "I've already memorized this book by heart, why don't I give it to you."

Huiyuan heard it like thunder, and jumped up from the stool in an instant. "You, what did you say?"

"Giving it to you?" Xie Ziqi looked like you don't need to make such a fuss.

"real?"

Huiyuan grinned involuntarily and smirked, tensed up, but still didn't hold back.Silly and repeated again. "Really?"

"It's true, I hit it off with you, why don't you give me a book?"

Huiyuan is a child who has been focusing on calligraphy for 30 years. He has always regarded Xie Xizi as the number one idol. He has been a fan for 30 years.

Huiyuan was holding the book like a precious stone, not knowing what to do.

Xie Ziqi suddenly said: "I will go down the mountain to Beijing to take the exam in a few days, and I don't know your dharma name yet?"

While looking at the book cherishingly, Huiyuan replied casually: "My Dharma name is Huiyuan, what about you?"

"My name is Xie Ziqi, Zi Tuizhi, Jiangnan Xie's family." Xie Ziqi said it plainly, but Huiyuan reacted greatly.

"Are you Xie Tuizhi from the Jiangnan Xie family?"

"Yes, Monk Huiyuan, why are you so surprised?"

If there was still a trace of doubt, or unbelievable, that this book was written by Xie Xizi, now he is 100% sure that this book is written by his idol Xie Xizi.

Jiangnan Xie's family, that is Xie Xizi's lineage.Others may not know, but he does know.

He was born in the royal family of the previous dynasty and was the tenth grandson of the emperor. After the previous dynasty was destroyed, he became a nun.Before becoming a monk, he studied with the great scholar who compiled the clan book.It is natural to know that several branches of the Xie family are distributed there.In the troubled times of the year, there was a recklessness, and several noble kings, Xie Lisun, etc., were driven to the Yellow River to submerge and exterminate their clans.

Others only know that this illustrious nobleman is gone, but they don't know that a branch of the Xie family was separated early and lived in seclusion in Suge Village, Jiangnan, and has since settled down.

At this time, Huiyuan looked at Xie Ziqi with love in his eyes.

Xie Ziqi felt a chill in his neck.It was the first time that he felt the power of a brain-dead fan, seeing Huiyuan staring at him blankly but not answering, Xie Ziqi asked again: "Do you know me?"

"I not only know you, but also who your ancestor is." Huiyuan told Xie Xizhi in detail.

"Maybe because I'm a concubine, so my family didn't tell me about the Xie family's past." Xie Ziqi lowered his head, showing a little disappointment. "However, if I am really a descendant of Xie Xizi, I will definitely work hard and honor my ancestors."

Huiyuan's face of the offspring of my idol's really good sense of sight made Xie Ziqi shrink his neck again, and it was only a few days later that Xie Ziqi really appreciated the power of brain-dead fans.

Huiyuan took Xie Ziqi to his room, and showed him his collections over the years: gold, stone, calligraphy, painting and antiques, and from time to time, he would insert them into the cracks and show him how powerful Xie Xizhi is.

Xie Ziqi was confused but had an expression of approval and fascination.

After a few days, Xie Ziqi finally made it clear that he would go down the mountain the day after tomorrow.Huiyuan invited him to talk with him.

The two fought hand-to-hand for many rounds, but no winner was determined.It was getting dark, but suddenly it began to rain.

"It's raining outside, hey, I'm not in the mood." Xie Ziqi pushed the chess piece away and leaned his head on the chessboard, a little disheartened.

"How about we taste calligraphy and painting jade."

Xie Ziqi looked at the calligraphy, painting and jade stones displayed by Huiyuan. He was interested at first, but after a while, he became lazy again.

"It's raining, I'm not in the mood."

Huiyuan looked at Xie Ziqi frowning, feeling a little unhappy.He looked out the window, Xie Ziqi's head was resting on the chessboard, the two of them were still a little hungry, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Huiyuan checked the number of blooming wintersweet flowers in the yard several times, and finally turned around bored.He looked at Xie Ziqi who didn't want to talk to him or talk to him, and then turned his gaze elsewhere.

He casually glanced over the beams, and suddenly remembered.

Huiyuan said excitedly to Xie Ziqi, "I'll show you a treasure."

"What?" Xie Ziqi turned his head and asked.

"Just wait and you'll find out."

Huiyuan tucked the hem of his clothes into his belt, moved the table under the beam, then climbed onto the table swiftly, and stretched his hands to the beam.After exploring for a while, he took out a box from inside.

"What's that?" Xie Ziqi got up, walked to the table, and took the box Hui Yuan handed over.

"Open it and have a look, hey, at least wait for me to go down before you open it." Hui Yuan got off the table in a rambling manner, then moved the table to the wall, and then ran to Xie Ziqi's side with a face begging for praise.

"How about it?"

There is a painting and calligraphy in the box that Xie Ziqi opened.

Xie Ziqi began to read, and the more he read, the more he frowned.

Hui Yuan, who had been paying attention to Xie Ziqi's expression, asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

"This was written by my ancestor Xie Xizi? You are a fake." Xie Ziqi looked sad, you were deceived.

Huiyuan couldn't believe it, "Impossible, I got it from the palace, it's impossible for it to be fake?"

"You don't believe it? Well, I'll show you the real thing tomorrow." Xie Ziqi was very angry, ignored Huiyuan, and left in the rain.He took out the three calligraphy and paintings buried in the soil and held them in his arms.Without putting on the coir raincoat, he ran back to Huiyuan's meditation room in the rain.

Xie Ziqi pushed open the door and threw three calligraphy and paintings on the table. "Let me show you, this is the real product. Hmph~"

Xie Ziqi sat on the stool angrily, turning his head away from Huiyuan.

Huiyuan watched Xie Ziqi run out and back, and stood there in a daze, "Be careful of getting sick. Have a cup of tea to warm yourself up." Huiyuan poured a cup of tea for Xie Ziqi.

"No." Xie Ziqi replied stiffly. "You still think about how others tricked you?"

"How could it be fake?" Seeing his words made Xie Ziqi's complexion even worse, Huiyuan had no choice but to unfold all the calligraphy and paintings on the table.

Xie Ziqi's three calligraphy and paintings still have body temperature, and there are some traces of rain, Huiyuan is quite distressed.

What the two have in common is that they both have no seal, but they are exactly the same from calligraphy to painting.The only difference is that Xie Ziqi's three calligraphy and paintings are Yixu, Yizi and Yihua respectively.The calligraphy and painting that Huiyuan took out from the box are three in one of preface, calligraphy and painting.

On a rainy day, Huiyuan's sweat dripped down, and she couldn't tell which was real and which was fake.Let him admit that the calligraphy and paintings that he has collected for many years as treasures are fake, he cannot accept it in his heart.Even if he concluded that what Xie Ziqi held was fake, he couldn't admit it.

"Hey, did you see it?" Xie Ziqi's attitude was very bad.

"No, I'll tell you."

"Look at the lines, yours are horizontal lines, mine are vertical lines. Got it."

According to Xie Ziqi's instructions, Huiyuan finally recognized it by looking at the lights.

"Thank you." Huiyuan blushed, as if she was very embarrassed.

With Huiyuan like this, Xie Ziqi felt embarrassed.

"Hey, I'm going down the mountain in the future, and I don't have any presents for you. How about this, I'll give you these three calligraphy and paintings, and you, give me this fake one."

Huiyuan was even more embarrassed, and he was very grateful for Xie Ziqi's kindness.But he can't tarnish this intention.

"No, I can't take the calligraphy and painting. I'll burn this fake one." After speaking, Huiyuan picked up the calligraphy and painting and put it on the lamp, but Xie Ziqi snatched it away.

"Don't give it to me." Xie Ziqi rolled up the four calligraphy and paintings and put them in his arms. "I'll come to play chess with you tomorrow, and I'm leaving."

Xie Ziqi put on the coir raincoat Huiyuan gave him and left in the rain.

The next day, it was sunny.

Xie Ziqi put the calligraphy and painting in the package, left the mountain gate and went down the mountain.

Walking to the foot of the mountain, looking at the Nanshan Temple halfway up the mountain, Xie Ziqi couldn't help but sigh in his heart: I don't feel any sense of accomplishment.

But Huiyuan, who waited until late at night and didn't wait for Xie Ziqi, put away the chessboard, dipped his pen and ink, and wrote: "I have an appointment not to stay in the middle of the night, and I am free to knock on the chess pieces to drop the lights."

It was not until the next day that the little novice learned that Xie Ziqi had left.