There is a forest of steles behind the mountain.
Steles are everywhere, and more are under construction. Most of them are wordless steles, but there are already hundreds of steles on the periphery, all of which are written in Dan. The Dragon Elephant Cavalry Army who died in a battle. There is an old saying that when you write and use ink, you will lose weight, but if you get ink, you will get fat. Therefore, it is better to have strong bones and hard bones in Shudan. The people who wrote the pens for these steles are two long-renowned calligraphers in Beiliang. Because Mi Qiong and Peng Henian live in Liangdi in the north and south, there is a saying that "the south tendons and the north bones", the two ancient and rare calligraphers Because of the dispute between the North and the South, the famous calligrapher of the year put on a posture of not getting in touch with each other, and when the general Xu Xiao was alive, he was quite disapproving of the military administration of Beiliang. Mi Qiong arrived at Qingliang Mountain alone first, asked a few questions, stayed there after getting the answers, and then wrote a letter to Peng Henian, roughly saying, "Grandson surnamed Peng, do you dare to come face-to-face with Grandpa and me?" ?”
Afterwards, Peng Henian also ran to the back of Qingliang Mountain with the set of Four Treasures of the Study, which was regarded as the root of his life, and lived next door to Mi Qiong in a hut. Then, in the midst of the discussion between the two elders, or to be more precise, the quarrel with red faces, Song Dongming, the deputy envoy of economic strategy, personally gave them a list, with each name written on it, and two simple things: when and where they were born. where and when he died.
At the beginning of Shudan, the two old people still had the intention of competing with each other. Later, when Mi Qiong wrote a name, they suddenly burst into tears, "Liu Hongyi is a young man from Chunshui County, Lingzhou. Relying on his family background, he is extremely stubborn, the old man even scolded him for using such a name for nothing, this kid is only twenty-one years old, how can he die when he dies?"
After that, Mi Qiong and Peng Henian became more and more silent. Except for some verbal exchanges with the stonemasons who were in charge of engraving Shu Dan Hou, he didn't like to talk much.
Today, the two elders of Mi Peng heard that someone had arrived at the forest of steles, and their hearts tensed immediately, and they packed their bags in a complicated mood. Then they ran to see that it was the King of Beiliang who was here in person. Unfamiliar, Xu Fengnian hurriedly helped the two elders up, but there was no polite greeting, he hesitated, and divided the stack of rice paper into four parts, he and Song Dongming each got one part, and the two calligrapher masters Mi Peng shared the other half equally. The four of them silently began to write Dan on the stone tablet. Behind the four of them, two or three skilled craftsmen had already prepared their tools and waited for the calligraphy to be carved. In the dusk, there was soon the sound of metal and stone clanging. Xu Fengnian and Song Dongming finished writing half an hour earlier than the two old people. When the last Mi Qiong was finished, it was already dark, and Mi Qiong, who was full of red-colored hands, didn't care to wipe them off. The old man walked to Xu Fengnian with a tired expression, saying With an undisguised sense of reproach, he asked in a deep voice, "Why are there wars everywhere in the hinterland of Youzhou?"
Xu Feng said in a young voice: "Bei Mang spies and dead soldiers have infiltrated in, wantonly assassinating Youzhou officials..."
Mi Qiong pointed directly at Xu Fengnian's nose, jumped to his feet and cursed: "Back when your father was alive, there were assassins in Beimang, why did you keep him out of the pass?! How did you become the king of Beiliang?! You Xu Fengnian Isn’t he the number one expert in the world, who knows how to stare all day long?! Watching people die, you collect the corpses afterwards, and then write a few names in a fake way?!”
Just as Song Dongming was about to speak, Xu Fengnian, who was wearing a thick fur coat, waved his hand and stopped the deputy economic envoy from explaining. Looking at the old man, he said apologetically, "It's because I didn't do a good job."
Peng Henian's temper was not as impatient as Mi Qiong's, but he was also a little angry, but he still tugged at the latter's sleeve.
When Xu Fengnian walked far away, Mi Qiong, who had a gloomy face, yelled heavily at the back, and smashed the priceless crab shell blue famous inkstone "Zi Liao Han" in his hand on the ground, "I won't write anymore!" , this Beiliang is not waiting anymore! Go to Jiangnan! If you can live a few days in this life, just write the eight big characters 'Xu Fengnian is a bastard'!"
Not long after, Song Dongming turned back the same way and saw Mi Qiong standing there with his eyes closed, Peng Henian squatting on the ground and sighing, no one went to pick up that inkstone, Song Dongming bent down to pick up the famous inkstone, and was not in a hurry to return it to its original owner , looked at the top of Qingliang Mountain, and said in a deep voice: "The two old gentlemen probably have never heard of Beimang Jianqi Jin Huangqing, who is the ancestor of the Chess Sword Yuefu Bronze Master, and what abilities they have, let alone a In fact, I, Song Dongming, have never seen a real dragon. But I know two things. One is that Huang Qing died in Liuzhou, and the real dragons raised in Beimang are gone. By the way, hundreds of them are hiding in Beimang. The qi trainers in Xijing are also dead. The second thing is that there are two steles here, which almost had to be engraved with two names, which happen to be Xu, Xu Longxiang, and Xu Fengnian."
Song Dongming turned around and returned the ancient inkstone to Mi Qiong, and said with a calm smile: "If Beiliang is really gone one day, Xu Fengnian will definitely be on the monument, and of course I, Song Dongming, an outsider, I hope that Mi Lao will not be unwilling to write it. .”
After finishing speaking, Song Dongming left slowly.
Peng Henian deliberately didn't look at Mi Qiong, who was blushing with an old face, and wrung his fingers, as if talking to himself, "Xu Fengnian is a bastard, huh? No, Lao Mi, you miscalculated. It's nine characters, isn't it?" The eight words you said."
Mi Qiong carefully put away the ancient inkstone, rolled his eyes and said: "Mi Qiong is a bastard, can you do it? Exactly eight words!"
Peng Henian laughed loudly and said, "Okay, why not, you're going to celebrate your birthday in a few days, so I'll write you a letter, how about it?"
Mi Qiong didn't care about politeness, and became angry from embarrassment: "Write you a hammer!"
After that, the two old men did not leave the forest of steles immediately, but went to carefully examine the stonemason's inscriptions like last time to prevent any mistakes. Generally speaking, even Shudan, because the stonemasons who carve chisels and knives are often very different from those of Shudan in terms of calligraphy attainments, and there are often cases where the shape and spirit are out of shape. Although Mi Qiong and Peng Henian are not too demanding, but I also want to be perfect, and probably the two old men feel that this is the only thing they can do well. However, all the craftsmen in the forest of steles are satisfactory. Although they are not so skilled that they are "just as good as the original works", they are enough to express half or six of the charm of the original works of Shudan. The stonemasons’ meticulous engraving is much slower than their writing with a pen. Mi Qiong carried a lantern to check the stone tablets one by one. Suddenly, he heard Peng Henian calling him in a hurry not far away. Mi Qiong thought that some craftsman had made a typo. , ran to have a look, never thought that Peng Henian was standing in front of a row of steles, there were no stonemasons working in front of the steles, only old man Peng was squatting in front of a stone stele with a lantern in his hand, wishing to put his eyes on the stele and follow the discovery of the book sage The authenticity is average, Mi Qiong went over to take a look, it was the book pill of Xu Fengnian, the king of Beiliang, at first glance, the method and meaning are not bad, but in Mi Qiong's opinion, although it is indeed superior, it is still far away from the fairy product , far from causing Peng Henian to make a fuss.
Peng Henian didn't turn around, stretched out his hand to caress the notch, and soon staggered back, fell to the ground, his eyes were closed tightly, tears couldn't stop pouring out of his eyes, he lost the lantern, covered his face with his hands, and looked extremely painful , pointing at the stele and shouting: "Old Mi, get closer, and look at it with wide eyes! But don't look at it for too long! Remember!"
Mi Qiong raised the lantern, and when he looked closely, he felt a sharp chill rushing towards his face, making people feel like they were facing an abyss.
This is obviously not because of Xu Fengnian's calligraphy, but because of the "finishing touch" of the person who carved it!
Sure enough, Mi Qiong felt a stabbing pain in his eyes. After closing his eyes, he shook his head vigorously, and murmured: "The harvest is decisive, like cutting jade with a knives knife! This is not something that a skilled mason in the world can carve out in a short period of time. It can be described as uncanny workmanship!"
Peng Henian sat on the ground, rubbed his eyes, and sighed: "Someone wrote it with their fingers, so that's the only way to explain it."
Mi Qiong said incredulously: "To make swords and swords, most martial arts masters can do it, but there is a specialization in martial arts, and there is absolutely no one in the world who can write this charm!"
Peng Henian smiled wryly, "Could it be ghosts and gods?"
Mi Qiong stood up, held the lantern, and looked at the night sky, "I didn't believe in ghosts and gods before, but now I hope that there are ghosts and gods in the world, who can protect me from Beiliang and break Beimang!"
Peng Henian slapped his head, "Hurry up and let someone tell the prince about this, don't make any troubles."
Soon Xu Fengnian came in a hurry, and there was a man and a woman who were helping him with the lantern with different ages. One was Mi Fengjie, the master of Shenjian Grotto whose realm was still steadily rising, and the other was the dead son of a nobleman from the old Northern Han Dynasty. The scholar Fan Xiaochai, the former did not make any achievements because he guarded Huangfuping's side in the battle of the spies in Youzhou. However, Fan Xiaochai beheaded Cui Wazi, the head of the Taoist sect, on a bell tower in Changgeng City, or tortured him. When two groups of spies from Wutongyuan and Fushuifang went upstairs to clean up the mess, they saw that the scene of the pavilion was truly horrific, with pieces of meat everywhere and walls covered in blood. At that time, everyone saw Fan Xiaochai sitting on the fence of the verandah , playing with the fly whisk that refers to the relics of the mysterious master, not like a top killer with extraordinary strength, but like an innocent girl.
Xu Fengnian was squatting in front of a stele, and beside him was a middle-aged man who also served as the guard leader of Beiliang Palace. The third-class servant who has served for sixteen years and four months, nicknamed Old Ginger, because the old man usually likes to eat a piece of ginger no matter what he eats or drinks. Last year, Beilin recruited craftsmen, and Wu Jiang was transferred from the palace to this place. The prince, is a subordinate If you don’t do your job well, and you don’t know who you are, please be punished by your lord!”
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with you, don't blame yourself."
Xu Fengnian stood up slowly, turned to Mi Fengjie and asked, "How is it?"
Mi Fengjie said in a deep voice: "I only saw one word and one sword, and the sword energy is vertical and horizontal."
Xu Fengnian smiled, "Wu Jiang, Wu Jiang. No, Jiang, is Jiang's great Chu no longer boundless?"
Xu Feng said in a young voice: "This person has no malicious intentions, you don't need to investigate this matter."
Xu Fengnian returned to Qingliang Mountain, and then walked towards the mausoleum, where his parents slept. After Xu Xiao's death, Xu Fengnian later built a tomb of his master Li Yishan on one side. Xu Fengnian walked into the mausoleum alone and remembered many past events. The master said that inscriptions in the world are the saddest, because epitaphs in the world are written by living people in the world to old people in the underworld. The more bitter, the more divine. According to his last wish, Li Yishan's ashes were scattered on the yellow sandy land in the northwest border. Originally, the master didn't want any tombs, but Xu Fengnian decided to build a clothes tomb on his own, but he didn't write an epitaph, which is exactly the same as the forest of steles behind Qingliang Mountain. Name, as well as the time and place of life and death, I believe that Master's spirit in heaven will not be too angry about this.
Xu Fengnian felt that Huang Longshi was dead, it was just a strange feeling, but he firmly believed it.
The three big demons of the Spring and Autumn Period, the human cat Han Shengxuan died in the hands of Xu Fengnian, the human Tu Xu Xiao left, and the three-inch-tongued Huanglong Mountain also left. The three of them are no longer alive.
In the Spring and Autumn Period Thirteen, Huanglongshi monopolized the top three, claiming to be the number one in the nineteen ways, the number one in cursive script, and the number one in yin and yang prophecy, so they occupy the top three in chess, book and calculation.
Sword armor Li Chungang died.
Ye Baikui, the Bingjia Western Chu soldier saint, died in the battle of Xileibi and made Chen Zhibao.
The peerless Sejia, the Empress of Chu, also died.
Qin Jia, the blind luthier in the old Southern Tang Dynasty, fell into the river with his qin after the country was broken.
A Zhou Yufu, a painter of Western Shu, painted a long scroll of the mountains and rivers of Shu before his death. He lay on the scroll and died of drunkenness.
Dijia Situ's magic strategy, proficient in geomantic omen, qi-searching, pulse-finding and acupoint acupuncture, was given to death secretly after Liyang ruled the world.
Xunping, the French armor, was cooked and shared by the people.
Daojia Qixuan frame was disarmed on the Demon Slaying Platform.
The monk Shijialongshu died outside the gate of Daodezong in Beimang.
Of the Thirteen Armored Armors in the Spring and Autumn Period, twelve Armored Armors were unmistakably dead, and there was only one insignificant knife armour, most of which died in the unknown of the general trend of the world. In fact, ever since Gu Jiantang became recognized as the world's number one master of swordsmanship, this sword armor, which was only a flash in the pan and whose name is unknown, has been mentioned more times in the Yonghui period when the world was settled than when it was under Tingchao Pavilion. There are even fewer Li Chungangs who have made themselves prisons, and when Li Chungang returns to Sword Immortal in Daxueping, Huishan, it will be even more incomparable.
On the night of early spring, there were snowflakes in the sky, and it was getting more and more serious. Xu Fengnian couldn't help but stop, raised his head and reached out to catch the snowflakes.
Xu Fengnian thought of Bai Hu'er's face for no reason, and thought of his or her two sabers, Chunlei Xiudong.
Xu Fengnian still didn't know who Bai Huerian was, whether his name was Nangong Pushe, why he came to Beiliang, and why he insisted on entering Tingchao Pavilion.
Xu Fengnian will leave for Youzhou early tomorrow morning. The reason why he didn't see Yan Chiji and Kong Zhenrong was not because he had a problem with them, but for their own good.
But even if he was misunderstood, even if he didn't meet each other, Xu Fengnian rushed back to Qingliang Mountain without any hassle.
This is brother.
Xu Fengnian only recognized four brothers in his life, Li Hanlin, Yan Chiji, and Kong Wuchi.
And Wenhua.
Suddenly, Xu Fengnian, who was walking slowly in the wind and snow, saw a strange figure standing in front of the two tombstones with his back turned to him.
This picture is unreasonable and unreasonable.
Compared with the situation in the early years when His Royal Highness deliberately made the outside loose and the inside tight to facilitate fishing, the current Beiliang Palace is heavily guarded.
Not to mention entering the forbidden area of the mausoleum!
The figure turned around and said flatly, "I return on a snowy night."