Chapter 662 Qi Lianhua lives up to his sword armor, Yuan Benxi is begging for his own death
In Xiaonian, he will be selfish for the last time, so that people all over the world will know that after your father dies, you will have an elder in the world. With me, Qi Lianhua, no one can disgust Beiliang without paying the price. Gu Jiantang of Dazhu Kingdom is not good, nor is the new emperor of the Zhao family!
There are many stone tablets everywhere, and there are more under construction. Most of them are still steles without words, but there are hundreds of stone tablets on the periphery, all of which are made of written pills. They are all Dragon Elephant Cavalry who intercepted and killed the Northern Knights in Liuzhou at the end of the first year of Xiangfu. An old saying goes: “If you use ink to write, you will be thin, and if you get red, you will be fat. Therefore, it is best to write elixirs for strength and hard bones. Those who have drawn pens and painted red pens for these stone tablets are two long-known masters of calligraphy in Northern Liang. Because Mi Qiong and Peng Henian live in Liangdi, there is a saying that “southern muscles and northern bones” is the saying that two calligraphy celebrities in their seventies are fighting each other because of the dispute between the north and the south. They act like they will never interact with each other. When General Xu Xiao was alive, they disagreed with the military and political affairs of the Northern Liang Dynasty. However, when it was reported that the Northern Liang Palace would erect a monument of 300,000, Mi Qiong took the lead in Qingliang Mountain alone, asked a few questions, and lived there after getting the answer, and then wrote a letter to Peng Henian, which roughly means “Does the grandson named Peng dare to come and compete with grandpa face to face with me?”
Afterwards, Peng Henian also ran to Qingliang Mountain with the four treasures of the study that he regarded as his life, and lived next to Mi Qiong. A pair of old enemies became neighbors when they arrived. Then, amid the two old people’s exchanges or the quarrels of redness, Deputy Strategy Envoy Song Dongming personally gave them a list with names written on them, and two simple things: when they were born and where they died, when they were dead.
The two old men had the intention of competing with each other at the beginning of Shudan. Later, when Mi Qiong wrote a name, they suddenly burst into tears, “Liu Hongyi is a young man from Chunshui County, Lingzhou. When he was a child, he relied on his family background and was incompetent. I even scolded him for being useless. This kid is only twenty-one years old, so why do you die if you die?”
After that, Mi Qiong and Peng Henian became more and more silent. Apart from having some verbal communication with the stonemasons responsible for carving the letters behind the Shudan, they were not very fond of talking.
Today, when Mi Peng and his two elders heard that someone had arrived at the Monument Forest, they felt nervous and took their bags in a complicated mood. But when they ran to see that it was the King of Beiliang who was here. The old man is not used to bowing to anyone, so his bowing is very unfamiliar. Xu Fengnian hurriedly helped the two old men up, but there was no polite greetings. After hesitating for a moment, he divided the stack of rice paper into four parts, one part each of him and Song Dongming, and two masters of calligraphy, Mi Peng, shared the other half equally. The four of them silently began to write pills on the stone tablet, and behind them, there were two to three skilled craftsmen who had already prepared tools to wait for the book to be engraved. In the dusk, the sound of gold and stone soon sounded clanging. Xu Fengnian and Song Dongming finished writing half an hour earlier than the two old men. When the final Mi Qiong was completed, it was already dark, and Mi Qiong, who was full of red color, didn’t bother to wipe it. The old man walked to Xu Fengnian with exhausted expression, and there was something in his words.With an unconcealed reproach, he asked in a deep voice: “Why are there wars everywhere in the heart of Youzhou?”
Xu Feng said in a young voice: “The Dead Spy of Beimang has infiltrated and assassinated Youzhou officials…”
Mi Qiong pointed directly at Xu Fengnian’s nose, jumped and cursed: “When your father was alive, there were assassins in Beimang, why did he block the pass! How did you, the King of Beiliang? You are not the best master in the world? You always know how to stare at me! Watching me, Liangren, die, and you collect the body afterwards, and then just write a few names in a fake way!”
Song Dongming was about to speak, but Xu Fengnian, wearing a thick fur, waved his hand to stop the deputy commander’s explanation. Looking at the old man, he apologized: “I didn’t do it well.”
Peng Henian’s temperament is not as impatient as Mi Qiong, but he is also a little angry, but he still pulls the latter’s sleeve.
When Xu Fengnian walked out far away, Mi Qiong, with a gloomy face, spat hard at the back, and smashed the priceless green crab-shelled inkstone in his hand to the ground. “I won’t write anymore, I won’t stay here in Beiliang! Go to Jiangnan! How many days can I live in this life, just write the eight big words “Xu Fengnian is a turtle”!”
Not long after, Song Dongming turned back the road and saw Mi Qiong standing in the same place with his eyes closed. Peng Henian squatted on the ground and sighed. No one went to pick up the inkstone. He bent down and picked up the famous inkstone. He was not in a hurry to return the original owner. Looking at the top of Qingliang Mountain, he said in a deep voice: “The two old men probably have never heard of Beimang sword energy close to Huang Qing and Qi Jian Yuefu bronze master. What ability is it, and he has never seen a real dragon. In fact, I, Song Dongming, have never seen it. But I know two things. One is that Huang Qing died in Liuzhou, and the real dragon raised by Beimang was gone, and hundreds of Qi training men hiding in Beimang Xijing were dead. The second is that there are two monuments here, and they almost had to be engraved with two names, both of which happened to be named Xu – Xu Longxiang and Xu Fengnian.”
Song Dongming turned around and returned the ancient inkstone to Mi Qiong, and said with a frank smile: “If Beiliang really disappears one day, he will definitely be Xu Fengnian on the monument. Of course, I, Song Dongming, are also an outsider. I, I, hope Miao, will not be unhappy to write it.”
After saying that, Song Dongming slowly left.
Peng Henian deliberately did not look at Mi Qiong, who had an old face, and held his fingers, as if he was talking to himself, “Xu Fengnian is a turtle, hey, it’s not the eight words you said.”
Mi Qiong carefully put away the ancient inkstone and rolled his eyes and said, “Mi Qiong is a turtle, it’s just eight words!”
Peng Henian laughed and said, “Okay, why can’t you? You’re going to celebrate your birthday in a few days, I’ll write a piece of words for you, how about it?”
Mi Qiong didn’t care about his gentleness and said in anger, “Write you a hammer!”
After that, the two old men did not leave the Monument immediately, but looked at the stonemason’s engravings carefully like last time to prevent any mistakes. Generally speaking, even if the calligraphy pills are carved, the stonemasons who carve knives often have a difference in calligraphy attainments from those of the calligraphy pills, and they often have distorted shapes and spirits. Although Mi Qiong and Peng Henian do not demand too much, they also want to do it perfectly. Perhaps the two young men in their seventies think this is the only thing they can do well. However, the craftsmanship in the Stele Forest is quite satisfactory. Although it is not as skilled as “only better than the original one”, it is enough to express the five or six parts of the original traces of the book. The stonemasons were naturally much slower to engrave meticulously than to write with their pens. Mi Qiong carried a lantern and checked the stone tablets one by one. Suddenly, he heard Peng Henian shouting him over from a distance. Mi Qiong thought that a craftsman had engraved a typo, so he ran to take a look. Unexpectedly, Peng Henian was standing in front of a row of stone tablets. There was no stonemason working in front of the stele. He only saw Old Man Peng squatting in front of a stone tablet with a lantern, hoping to stick his eyes on the stele, just like discovering the original work of the sage of calligraphy. Mi Qiong leaned over and saw that it was the book pill of Xu Fengnian, the King of Northern Liang. At first glance, the Dharma is good, but in Mi Qiong’s opinion, although it is indeed superior, it is still a long way from the immortals, so it is far from the fact that Peng Henian is fussing.
Peng Henian didn’t turn around, stretched out his hand to caress the carnage mark, and soon staggered back and fell to the ground, his eyes closed, tears could not stop rushing out of his eyes, he threw the lantern, covered his face with his hands, and looked extremely painful, pointing to the stone tablet and shouting, “Laomi, please get closer and widen your eyes! But remember not to look at it for too long! Remember!”
Mi Qiong raised the lantern and looked closely, and felt a sharp chill coming to his face, making people feel like they were in the abyss.
This is obviously not because of Xu Fengnian’s book pill, but because of the “finishing touch” of the person who wrote the words!
Mi Qiong’s eyes were indeed stinging. After closing his eyes, he shook his head vigorously, and murmured, “It’s a decisive way to get started and cut jade with a knives! This is not something that can be carved by a master stonemason in the world in a short time. It’s really amazing!”
Peng Henian sat on the ground and rubbed his eyes, sighed, “Someone wrote it with his fingers, and he can only explain it like this.”
Mi Qiong said incredibly: “Most martial arts masters can do it by fingers, but they have specialties in their skills. There is absolutely no one in the world who can write this charm!”
Peng Henian smiled bitterly and said, “Is it a ghost or a god?”
Mi Qiong stood up, carried a lantern, and looked at the night sky, “I used to not believe in the sayings of ghosts and gods, but now I hope there are ghosts and gods in the world that can protect me, Beiliang and defeat Beimang!”
Peng Henian slapped his head, “Hurry up and let someone tell the prince about this matter, don’t be complicated.”
Soon Xu Fengnian rushed over, and the age difference between a man and a woman who were carrying lanterns by him. One is Mi Fengjie, the master of Shenjian Cave whose realm is still steadily rising.One is Fan Xiaochai, the deceased soldier who was descended from the old Northern Han Dynasty. The former did not make any achievements in the battle of Youzhou spies because he was guarding Huangfu Ping, but Fan Xiaochai killed Cui Wazi, a real person in the Daode Sect, on a bell tower in Changgeng City, or torture and kill. When two groups of spies from Wutongyuan and Fushuifang climbed the tower to clean up the mess, they saw that the scene on that floor was really tragic, with minced meat and blood on the walls. At that time, everyone saw Fan Xiaochai sitting on the fence of the outer corridor, playing with the fly brush of the relic of Master Xuan. He didn’t look like a top killer with outstanding strength, but like an innocent girl.
Xu Fengnian squatted in front of a monument, beside him was a middle-aged man who also served as the leader of the Northern Liang Palace. The latter was nervous and reported: “I found out that the stonemason was named Wu Jiang. He should have used a pseudonym. He was a third-class servant who had been in the mansion for 16 years and four months. He was nicknamed Lao Jiangcuo, because the old man usually likes to eat a piece of ginger regardless of diet and drinking. Last year, the Beilin recruited craftsmen, and Wu Jiang transferred from the royal palace to this place. The prince is because his subordinates are not good at doing things and are not aware of people. Please punish him!”
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?”