Xu Fengnian told the bull rider to shut up, and was just about to ask this guy to go to the hut to get some paper. He needed to write a letter to Xu Xiao after experiencing the experience on the mountain. Paying more attention is just adding new hatred to a long-standing hatred. Xu Fengnian is not afraid of tickle, anyway, he probably won't go to that majestic capital city in his life. But if it is instigated by someone or a small group of people, then you must not take it lightly. Don't look at Xu Xiao, an extremely talented minister, who has a great reputation. Maybe one day, dark clouds will overwhelm the city and storms will suddenly come. There are two kinds, one is extremely intelligent, and the other is self-righteous fool, and there are the most of these two kinds of people.
Just when Xu Fengnian wanted to order this master-uncle, visions arose.
A huge and raging waterfall bursting down!
The waves of water rushed toward us like a wild horse, and both Xu Fengnian and Hong Xixiang became drowned chickens. Xu Fengnian didn't care about the splashing of water, he was staring at the scene on the boulder in the middle of the white elephant pool outside the waterfall, in the fleeting space, a sword idiot Wang Xiaoping, who was as high as Wudang senior and the head teacher, could be seen standing proudly, with a mahogany sword in his hand Shen Tu pointed directly into the cave. This sword is extremely domineering, and gave His Royal Highness a disarming power. Wang Xiaoping, who had been silent for more than ten years, really did not speak. Probably everyone likes it like this, with their noses up in the sky, and their arrogance is in a mess. When crossing a river, if you don’t sit on a ferry boat, you have to float on the water. water. If you want to put them in the cold and be bumped into by His Royal Highness, not to mention applause and rewards, you must drag these bastards out to beat them, soak them in water for a few months, and see if they dare to play awe-inspiring in the future.
The inexplicable Xu Fengnian glared at Hong Xixiang who was hit by the fish in the pond, and the latter said innocently: "Brother Xiao Wang is a cow, so he has such a stubborn temper. He practiced swords here before, so he is probably a little annoyed. His Royal Highness has a lot of , Don’t be as knowledgeable as Senior Brother Xiao Wang. He practiced swords, and he might become a new sword god in the future, and His Royal Highness, the world’s number one sword, will be a good story in Wudang.”
Xu Fengnian ordered angrily, "Go to the hut and get me some paper and ink."
Hong Xi Xiang Pi Dian Pi Dian ran to move things.
Xu Fengnian opened the food box, just picked up the bowl, and just picked up a mouthful of dried bamboo shoots with chopsticks, but a mouthful of blood sprayed into the bowl, mixed with white and red, Xu Fengnian exhaled, Wudang elixir is really extraordinary, Spit out the blood, and now the Qi pulse is much more relaxed. Xu Fengnian swallowed a bowl of rice expressionlessly, chewed slowly, and after finishing the bowl, it was not Hong Xixiang who brought something, but Jiang, who had never set foot on Xuanxian Cliff. Ni, she was holding an ancient inkstone and a few pages of green sandalwood rice paper in her hand. The palm-sized ancient inkstone had a scary history. There was a Jiang Taiya in Western Chu who loved brush and ink, Jiang Ni’s uncle. He was ranked second in the list of ancient inkstones in the world. It is the best among fire clay inkstones. He was willing to use it, but it fell into Xu Fengnian's hands, but he had to use it every ten days, and Jiang Ni was required to grind it with bare hands, because Jiang Ni hated him to the bone, and it was indeed reasonable.
Seeing Jiang Ni, Xu Fengnian still asked her to grind the ancient inkstone, picked the best Guandong Liaowei, and waited patiently for the ink to become even under the hands of Princess Taiping, showing the unique blush of fire clay, and then started to write. Today After the encounter with Princess Sui Zhu, everything was detailed, and I wrote it down one by one. Xu Fengnian's lower case is the most outstanding. The ancients learned the regular script first when learning books, and the big characters must be written first. The big characters are based on the bones and willow tendons. Most of the scholars in the world followed the rules like this, but under the guidance of Li Yishan, Xu Fengnian did the opposite. He started to learn lower script and followed the legacy of the ancient scribes. Once discovered, they will be beaten by the green gourd jug. Among contemporary calligraphers, only an old monk from Liangchan Temple, who is addicted to alcohol, wrote Li Yishan's Fayan. Following the rare charm, it is all murderous arrogance.
Speaking of which, Xu Xiao's two daughters and two sons can also handle Xu Fengnian's characters. Needless to say, Xu Longxiang doesn't know a single word of Dou Dazi, Xu Zhihu can be regarded as mediocre, and even Xu Weixiong, who is amazingly talented and brilliant, is pitiful. Wen can be said to be the best in the world, only this word, even Xu Xiao can't say a good one with the cheek. Xu Weixiong sent very few family letters back to Beiliang, which may be the reason.
Xu Fengnian dried up the last few drops of ink and folded the letter paper. Who would deliver the letter became a problem. He didn't want to pass this secret letter through the hands of Wudang Taoist priests. The distance between the direct descendants is too far away, and the thin and small body is not suitable for sending letters. It is impossible to guarantee that there will be no frenzied assassins waiting around Wudang. Why don't you ask some Wudang masters to take a walk together? Xu Fengnian sighed, yes, he used his last trump card, went out and took Xiudong and cut a small section of green bamboo, stuffed the family letter into it, put two fingers to his mouth and whistled, and summoned the blue and white luan from the sky above Wudang Mountain Get down, tie the cloth to the claws, and the six-year-old phoenix flutters its wings and flies away, disappearing in an instant.
Xu Fengnian came to the edge of the White Elephant Pool, looking at the sparkling deep pool, and the huge rock that was born out of danger like a dragon's horn.
Jiang Ni, who was always standing behind Xu Fengnian, said firmly, "I want to go down the mountain."
Xu Fengnian frowned and said, "Don't even take care of the vegetable garden? Let that small garden go to waste?"
She repeated staidly: "I want to go down the mountain!"
Xu Fengnian said angrily: "It's agreed in advance that when you go down the mountain with your front foot, I will flatten it with your back foot."
Unexpectedly, Jiang Ni was not moved at all, "It's up to you."
Xu Fengnian didn't know what to do, his heart moved, and he said with a smile: "If you want to go down the mountain, go down the mountain. Your feet are on your own body. I can't tie you up. But before you go down the mountain, come with me to do something. In return, I will take your hand How about sending this fire clay inkstone to you?"
Without saying a word, Jiang Ni threw the ancient inkstone in his hand into the White Elephant Pond.
She didn't want this ancient inkstone to be ruined by the guy in front of her. The reason why she cared about it so much that it turned into her inner demon was not only because it symbolized the relics of Xichu's prosperity in the past, but also a secret that she kept hidden deeply, Beiliang Palace. The only one she dared to express her hatred for was The two of them, apart from Xu Fengnian, who was at the top of the list, and Xu Weixiong, who was flawless except for his writing and appearance, tried to assassinate His Royal Highness on the bed to no avail. However, Xiong drove back from Shangyin School thousands of miles away, and threw her into a well. The water in the well was not as high as a person, and it couldn't drown anyone, but it was dark, and the most vicious woman in the world covered the stone slabs, making her stay at the bottom of the well. After three days and three nights, after getting out of the well, I accidentally learned that Xu Weixiong's calligraphy is bad, so Jiang Ni began to study hard by himself. There is no pen or inkstone. , Before the age of five, the memory of copying with a pen before the age of five has long been blurred. After practicing, Jiang Ni just vented his emotions and could write numbers with one stroke, and often ended up with weird handwriting all over the floor, which ran counter to the current calligraphy.
Xu Fengnian glanced at the sky and said, "I'll call you again at night."
Jiang Ni didn't ask any questions, and went to squat in front of the hut to look at the vegetable garden for the last few times. It can be seen that her mouth is hard, but her heart is still a little bit reluctant.
Xu Fengnian shouted: "Bull rider, get out."
The young master uncle really jumped out.
Xu Fengnian was used to this birdman's elusive presence, and said: "Go and prepare some wine and meat, a big awl for writing plaques, if you can't do it, just take a broom, and a bucket of ink, go right away."
Hong Xixiang wondered, "What is His Royal Highness doing?"
Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Practice calligraphy."
Hong Xixiang panicked and said, "Shouldn't you go to Ziyang Temple to write on the wall?"
Xu Fengnian comforted him with kind words: "How can I do such a shameless thing?"
Hong Xixiang was not sure: "Really?"
Xu Fengnian tipped a rolling word.
Hong Xixiang prayed for Ziyang Temple besides asking for more blessings. Your Highness, don't be a demon moth, who is not a Taoist priest of Ziyang Guan Bailai these days? It is said that the real host can't sleep well every night. The devil king who didn't know when to make trouble was invited to another place. Xu Fengnian waited for half an hour, and when Hong Xixiang brought the things, he returned to the waterfall to recuperate. The bull rider brought a pot of fragrant rice wine, two catties of cooked beef, a huge awl half the height of a person, and a Bucket of ink, very complete.
Xu Fengnian really didn't know what this bull rider was doing every day, whether he was running errands to deliver meals and just dazed by the water, or he was herding and riding cows, how did he cultivate the way of heaven? If practicing the way of heaven is so comfortable and easy, Xu Fengnian would want to practice it.
Fifteen is full circle.
There is such a big silver plate hanging in the sky, you don't need to carry a lantern when you walk at night, Xu Fengnian originally wanted to take the night pearl to illuminate the road, so he didn't need it. Call Jiang Ni, who has been staying in the vegetable garden as a clay figurine, to walk to the top of the mountain together.
Ziyang Temple escaped a catastrophe, but the poor Taixu Palace, the first of the thirty-six palaces in Wudang, will suffer disaster.
"The night is like a worm, and the mountain is like a lying cow. The bright moon is like a cocoon, wrapping me and ginger."
Xu Fengnian became very popular with poetry, and impromptu improvised a poor five-character poem with irregular rhythms. He was triumphant: "This poem is absolutely perfect. Little clay figurine, how do you think it compares to the groaning poems of Liangzhou scholars?"
Jiang Ni, who carried almost all the heavy objects on her back, didn't even have a change in expression.
Xu Fengnian took Jiang Ni up the stairs and went straight to the Taixu Palace on the top of the Great Lotus Peak. There is a white jade square, which is most suitable for splashing ink.
May I ask, which literati dare to write big characters with a big awl in front of Wudang Taixu Palace? Only His Royal Highness.
This is the big dude.
Because in the evil village, he only knows how to bully men and women to climb the wall to watch red apricots all day long, which is too petty.
When he arrived at the gate of Taixu Palace, the mountain breeze was blowing on his face, and his body was cool. Xu Fengnian asked Jiang Ni to put things on the steps, tore a piece of beef, and sat thinking about how to write, whether it was regular script or running script, or just stealing. Cursive script practiced in private? Is it "Futu Temple Stele", "Huangzhou Cold Food Post", or "Ji Zhang Cao"
Compared with regular script, Xu Fengnian actually prefers cursive script, which is free and unrestrained, but Li Yishan said that his skills are not enough, and it is far from a natural state, so it is a pity that His Royal Highness is not allowed to touch it.
The roof of the main hall of Taixu Palace is paved with peacock blue glazed tiles, and the three ridges are hanging down. The main building is carved with yellow and green colors, which is magnificent.
The big eaves are flying up, which is the world-famous Da Gengjiao eaves.
Xu Fengnian got up, picked up the big awl and put it into the bucket, shook it a bit, but still didn't think about what to write, he didn't regret it when he was using the book, and he regretted being lazy when he was writing. The ancients never deceived me. Holding the large brush, Xu Fengnian sighed and sighed again, and finally decided to drink a few sips of wine, and then he might be able to write something good after drinking. After turning around, she was stunned. Jiang Ni had already taken a big sip of wine. She had never drunk before, and her cheeks were flushed, like the peach blossoms in the Xichu Palace. It is rumored that the Emperor Xichu loved Princess Taiping to the extreme. Little princess Asking the peach blossoms how heavy the whole courtyard was, the emperor asked someone to pick off all the peach blossoms and weigh them one by one.
Xu Fengnian sighed softly, and put the large brush into the ink bucket. Today, he wanted to see her handwriting.
Although the current cursive script is far away from Li Cao, it is still the so-called Zhang Cao by Master Li Yishan, which is far from the state of "to exhaust the rules and write until the end is illiterate" advocated by Li Yishan. There are very few people in the world, like that strange monk from the Liangchan Temple, who can be like the national scholar Li Yishan said, "Sorrow and joy, wealth and embarrassment, longing, drunkenness, grievance, resentment, moving in the heart and forming in words, can be in harmony with the heaven and the earth. "
I saw Jiang Ni staggering towards the large bucket.
After cupping his hands, he walked to the center of the square and started writing.
At that time, Xu Fengnian realized that the scenery is moving when she laughs, and even more moving when she is crying but not crying.
Take the dragon with the pen in your arms.
It's like ghosts and gods on the tip of a hair.
There are two hundred and forty-five characters in big cursive, and there are often five or six characters in one stroke.
It begins with "The moon in the West Shu, the mountains and rivers perish. The moon in the east, the mountains and rivers perish. At the head of the great river, the people suffer, at the end of the great river, the people suffer."
It ends with "Jiang Ni swore to kill Xu Fengnian".
Holding a large brush, she was sitting near the year character, covered in ink, dazed, tears streaming down her face.
Xu Fengnian sat on the highest step, muttering to himself: "It's a good article "The Pledge of the Great Geng under the Moon".