Chapter 23: Drawing a fierce sword and fighting against the two guards, leaving a post to the Da Gengjiao Lean Lean Mountain
Let me ask, which scholar dares to use a big cone to write big characters in front of the Taixu Palace in Wudang, only His Highness can be the prince.
This is the big playboy.
In a bad country, I only know how to bully men and women climb the wall to watch affair. I am too petty.
When he arrived at the gate of Taixu Palace, the mountain breeze blew his face and his body was cool. Xu Fengnian asked Jiang Ni to put things on the steps, bite a piece of beef, and sat down to think about how to write, whether it was regular script or running script, or whether it was “Futu Temple Stele” or “Huangzhou Cold Food Post”, or “Jizhangcao”
Compared with regular script that is not beyond the rules, Xu Fengnian is actually more in love with cursive script and is willing to be generous, but Li Yishan said that his skills are not good and are far from natural, so it is a pity not to let His Royal Highness touch you.
The roof of the main hall of Taixu Palace is covered with peacock blue glazed tiles, and the three ridges are hanging down and yellow and green. It is an empty carving on the main building, with a grand momentum.
The large eaves are flying up and are the famous big Geng corner eaves.
Xu Fengnian got up and picked up the big cone and put it into the bucket. He shook it for a while, but still didn’t think about what to write. He only regretted how little he was when he used it, and only regretted how lazy he was when he wrote it. The ancients did not deceive me. Xu Fengnian sighed again with a big pen, but finally decided to drink a few sips of wine. He might be able to write something good with the intention of the wine. He turned around and was stunned. Jiang Ni had already raised his head and took a big sip of wine. Her cheeks were flushed, just like the peaches in the Western Chu Palace. It was rumored that the Emperor of Xichu was so fond of Princess Taiping. The little princess asked Tao how heavy the peaches were in the courtyard. The emperor asked someone to pick all the peaches and weighed them one pound at a time.
Xu Fengnian sighed quietly and inserted a large pen into the ink bucket. Today, she wanted to see her words.
Although cursive script in this world is far away from official cursive script, it is still what the master Li Yishan calls the clerical script, far from reaching the realm of “letting go of the rules and writing to the end” advocated by Li Yishan. There are only a few people in the world, like the strange monk in the Two Zen Temples, who can be as good as the national scholar Li Yishan said, “Sad and sorrow, separation, wealth, embarrassment, poverty, longing, drunkenness, injustice, resentment, moved by the heart, and completed by the word, can we be united with heaven and earth.”
I saw Jiang Ni staggeringly walking towards the big bucket.
After holding it up with both hands, I walked to the center of the square and started writing.
At that time, Xu Fengnian realized that the scenery was moving when she laughed, and when she was so sad that she could cry but not cry, it was even more moving.
A big dragon walks in his arms.
It’s like there are ghosts and gods on the tip of the hair.
The big cursive characters are 245 words, and each stroke often has five or six words.
Start with “The moon in the West, the mountains and rivers are destroyed. The moon in the east, the mountains and rivers are destroyed. The head of the river, the people suffer. The tail of the river, the people suffer.”
Ended with “Jiang Ni vowed to kill Xu Fengnian”.
She held a big pen and sat in the word “New Year”Nearby, he was covered in ink, and was stunned and burst into tears.
Xu Fengnian sat on the highest stairs and murmured to herself, “What an article “The Great Gengjiao Swearing to Kill the Great Gengjiao Under the Moon.”
Jiang Ni, who was no longer Princess Taiping of Western Chu, went down the mountain alone that night. Xu Fengnian did not destroy her rebellious cursive script in anger, but just lay on the stone steps and drank half a pot of rice wine, ate all the beef, and then left Taixu Palace when the east turned white. On that day, Xu Fengnian was still working hard to practice the knife, and the stupid bird flew back, and always had to suffer some hardships. After dawn, the boy sweeping the floor was shocked when he saw the sloppy handwriting in the square. He thought that the gods came down to earth to write a heavenly book. After throwing the broom, he ran back to the hall to call him Master. Then, after reading it, the master called him Master. Finally, he gathered all the six masters and uncles with the highest generation in Wudang.
Wang Chonglou, the only leader of the Taoist sect in the world, who has cultivated into Dahuangting Pass for a hundred years.
Chen Yao, who is in charge of the moral precepts of Wudang Mountain, is rigid but not rigid. He is in his nineties, but still healthy. He likes to step on the Nine Palaces and turn around and scold the young junior brother with the most talented in the mountain. He always starts to feel distressed before he finishes scolding him, which leads to heavy thunder and small raindrops every time.
Two Song Zhiming, who lived in his seventies forty years, seemed to have a very low seniority. Molao Pass has already come out of the pass seven or eight times, and the number of times is that he is not the best in the world and the second in the world. At the same time, he was responsible for refining external pills. There were nearly a hundred magic pills in Wudang, and most of them were made by others.
Yu Xingrui, who just returned from a journey to the East China Sea, was dressed in a sloppy dress, with strong internal strength but second only to Wang Chonglou. He had just arrived in the year of Jia and had a disciple with a very good bone on the way. The little kid was less than 20 years old, and his seniority in Wudang was often irrelevant to his age, and the root cause was this.
Wang Xiaoping, a sword-witted maniac who is even more mute than a mute, is as if he has no worries except swords in his life.
In addition, the entire Wudang Mountain is probably the most inappropriate and pursuing the illusory way of heaven.
“Good word.” Chen Yao exclaimed sincerely.
“Excellent.” Yu Xingrui nodded and agreed.
“A good article is. Apart from the ending seven characters, this article is novice, sad and angry but unyielding, and only seen in life.” Song Zhiming, who is twice the age of ordinary people, sighed heavily, and stood at the beginning of the article with a bent over, observing carefully, twisting the white eyebrows as long as a vine with one hand, and immediately exclaimed, “Think carefully, it seems that the seemingly unnecessary seven characters at the end are the finishing touch. What a vow to kill.”
“Good words are more unrestrained than the current cursive script. The dragon jumps over the sky gate and the tiger lies on the hills, which is rare. It is even more a good article. It is hard to imagine that a woman is only twenty years old.” Wang Chonglou made a statement and made a decision.
“Shhhh, please speak softly.” The uncle of the junior teacher said nervously.
“What are you afraid of? Your Highness is practicing swords below.” Wang Chonglou joked.
“Anyway, I am the only one who is unlucky at that time.”Hong Xixiang muttered. “Young people are easy to deal with young people, we are all older. “Wang Chonglou said with a smile. ” “Senior Brother, because I was young, I pushed me into the fire pit.” Hong Xixiang said in grief and anger. “Little Brother, if you want to have the enlightenment that if I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell, the way of heaven is nothing more. “Wang Chonglou said with a haha. In front of his junior brothers, there is no such thing as a Taoist god who is transcendent and saintly.
“Fart! This is Buddhist language! “Hong Xixiang shouted. “Wanliu flows into the sea, the words are different, the principles are the same. “Yu Xingrui laughed out loud. “Did you hear that, your Senior Brother Yu’s words are reasonable. “Wang Chonglou patted his junior brother’s shoulder, and then smiled at Yu Xingrui. Everyone was old and hopeless. The biggest joy was to joke with the younger brother. I don’t know if one day I would lie on the coffin and say a few words.
Wang Chonglou said, “Young brother, you are the best here. You can copy it while the weather is sunny, and you can place it on the top of the Sutra Pavilion and cherish it carefully. “
Hong Xixiang rolled her eyes, “If you don’t write it, I will have to be less skin if you know it by His Royal Highness. “
Wang Chonglou smiled and said, “At worst, I won’t copy the last seven words, what are you afraid of. “
Hong Xixiang muttered: “Anyway, the one who will be beaten up by then will not be the eldest brother. “
Wang Xiaoping, who had not spoken for sixteen years, stopped and focused for a long time, and finally said hoarsely: “There is a sword intent in the word. “
The four older brothers looked at each other, and then smiled knowingly.
Since going up the mountain, Hong Xixiang, who had never heard the sixth brother speak, was surprised and said in despair: “I’ll write it! “
Three days later, the thunder sounded loud.
Xu Fengnian came to Taixu Palace with an oil-paper umbrella. After the light rain, only a dark ground was left. The rain was getting stronger and the raindrops poured on the umbrella and pounded. He saw a thin figure carrying a peach wood sword coming to the square and standing in another corner.
Xu Fengnian didn’t know if the white-haired old man left the Beiliang Palace, otherwise he could have called him to fight with this sword. He fought with the Dongyue swordsman and watched the master fight again. It was different. He was no longer watching the excitement. To give up this tempting idea, Xu Fengnian turned and went down the mountain.
Outside the thatched hut, the first-class maid Qingbi stood in the thunderstorm, holding an oil-paper umbrella painted with green phoenix on the umbrella, waiting for His Royal Highness.