Chapter 028 big word oath kill sticker

Xu Fengyen let the bull riding shut up, is wanting to let this guy go to the hut to get some paper over, mountain experience, need to write a letter to Xu Snapdragon, the golden branch of the Suizhu Princess if it is the childishness to drive to the Northern Liang Wudang, that do not need to be overly concerned about it, just a long time hate to add a new hate, Xu Fengyen lice more than not afraid of the itch, in any case, most of the life will not go to the capital of that lofty weather. But if a certain person or a small group of people’s encouragement, that can never be taken lightly, don’t look at Xu Snapdragon’s position as a man of great splendor, may be one day on the black clouds of the city of wind and rain, dealing with people, the most afraid of two kinds of people, a kind of smart top, a kind of self-centered fools, and there, the two kinds of people the most.

Xu Fengyen just wanted to make this senior uncle, the vision was born.

A huge raging waterfall that cascaded straight down exploded!

Waves of water came crashing down like a harnessed wild horse, and both Xu Fengyen and Hong Zaixiang became drenched in water. Xu Fengyen does not care about this splash of water, staring at the waterfall outside the White Elephant Pond central boulder on the scene, fleeting in the void, vaguely visible a that Wudang seniority and the Sect Leader of the general high sword obsessed Wang Xiaoping, proudly stood, in the hands of the mahogany sword Shentan pointing straight into the cave. This sword is domineering, gave His Highness a downward spiral, closed mouth for more than ten years of Wang Xiaoping really did not speak, floating and go, come also dashing to go also dashing, such as Xu Fengyen when he was traveling in exile, to see those young chivalrous probably like so, nose to the sky, arrogant to a mess, over a river, put the ferry canoe does not sit, have to float a little bit of the water, the problem is that you float on the float, do not make the water splash! The problem is that you can float, do not make a splash, so that the people in the boat is covered with water ah. To put aside in the cool land and then by the son of His Highness bumped into, not to say cheers and rewards, and must be dragged out of this group of sons of bitches to fight, soaked in the water for a few months, to see if they still dare to play the bully in the future.

Inexplicably Xu Fengyen glared at Hong Zaixiang who was affected by the incident, the latter said with an innocent face: ”Little Wang senior brother is an ox, so this is this stubbornness, he practiced sword here in the past, I guess it’s a bit irritated. Your Highness is generous, don’t be so mean to Junior Wang. He practiced sword, in the future, he might be the new Sword God, Your Highness the World Son will then have a probing world’s first sword, it will be a beautiful story in Wudang.”

Xu Fengyen ordered in a bad mood, “Go to the hut and get me some paper and ink.”

Hong Zaixiang ran his ass off to carry the stuff.

Xu Fengyen opened the food box, just picked up the bowl, is accurate to take chopsticks to clip a mouthful of bamboo shoots dried vegetables, but a mouthful of blood sprayed in the bowl, white and red mixed together, Xu Fengyen long exhaled a breath, Wudang elixir is really extraordinary, spit out the bruises of blood, this moment the qi veins much more fluent, Xu Fengyen expressionless swallowed a bowl of rice, chewing and swallowing slowly, a bowl of food, but it is not the Hong washed elephants to bring the items, but the Jiang Nai who has never stepped foot in the cliff of hanging immortals, she carried an ancient inkstone and an old inkstone in her hand. Her hands carrying an ancient ink stone and a few pages of green sandalwood rice paper, palm size of the ancient ink stone origin is scary, Western Chu has a do not love rivers and mountains do not love the beauty of the only love of ink Jiang Taiya, that is, Jiang Nai’s uncle, this ancient ink stone was ranked by him in the world’s list of the top of the list of the old ink stone, is the fire clay ink stone in the very best quality, the texture is outstanding, winter warmth and not frozen, summer cool and not withered, can accumulate ink for several years without rotting, Jiang Taiya noble as a country’s royal uncle, but still do not spare the use of the landed in the hands of Xu Fengyi! In the hands of Xu Fengnian, but every ten years to be used, but also Jiang Nai on the side of the vegetarian hand grinding, because Jiang Nai hate him to the bone, is indeed reasonable.

See Jiang Nai, Xu Fengyen still let her grind the ancient ink stone, picked a best Guandong Liao tail, patiently waiting for the ink in the Princess of Taiping’s delicate hands to become uniform, flooded with fire clay unique reddish color, which only put pen to paper to write, today and Suizhu Princess after the encounter with the matter without detail, one by one to write on. Xu Fengyen’s lowercase is the most colorful, the ancient language of learning to learn the book first learn Kai, the word must be the first big word, big word to Yan bone Liu tendons for the law, in the Kai facsimile Ouyang, and finally converge for the mosquitoes and flies in small Kai, learn Zhong Wang, this is the ancient training, the world of the scholars most of the world so according to the step by step, but Xu Fengyen in the Li Yishan teaching is the opposite of the way, the lowercase to learn to follow the legacy of the small seal script and ancient Li, write a poor lowercase will not be allowed to touch the other. Once discovered, you have to be beaten by the green gourd wine pot. Contemporary calligraphy, only two Zen Temple, a wine-loving old monk hand into Li Yishan’s eyes, was called “this monk drunk pen only after the vajra angry eyes, never lowered the eyebrow of the bodhisattva”, so His Highness’s words followed the less charming, but all the murderous flames.

Speaking of which, Xu Snapdragon’s two daughters and two sons only Xu Fengyen’s words can be taken out, Xu Longxiang needless to say, the bucket of words do not know one, Xu Liphu can be considered mediocre, and even the stunning Xu Weixiong are poor, poetry and literature can be said to be the best in the world, only this word, really even Xu Snapdragon can not even have the cheek to say that one is good. Xu Weixiong sent very few family letters back to Northern Liang, probably for this reason.

Xu Fengyen blew dry the last few drops of ink, folded the letter paper, who sends the letter became a problem, do not want to send this letter through the hands of the Wudang Taoist, but the people of the Northern Liang royal family, around the last emperor of the Western Chu lineage not to mention the difference with the heart of the direct lineage of the distance between the sky, that thin and weak body, but also not suitable to send a letter, it is difficult to guarantee that there is no heartless assassins in the vicinity of Wudang, waiting for the rabbit, foot of the mountain those soldiers of the Northern Liang are The Northern Liang soldiers at the foot of the mountain are “escorting” Princess Sui Zhu and her party of three people to leave, is it difficult to call on a few Wudang experts to go together? Xu Fengyen sighed, get, or sacrifice the last killer, go out to take the embroidery winter cut a small section of bamboo, will be stuffed with letters, two fingers stick mouth whistled, will be the head of the green and white luan from the top of the Wudang mountain to the air to summon down, take the fabric tied to the claws, six years phoenix wings and fly, instantly disappeared.

Xu Fengyen came to the edge of the White Elephant Pond, looking at the deep pool sparkling, and the boulder like a dragon’s horn thrilling out of the world.

Jiang Nai, who always stood behind Xu Fenian, said in a hard voice, “I want to go down the mountain.”

Xu Fengyen frowned, “Not even taking care of the vegetable garden? Letting that small garden go to waste?”

She repeated curmudgeonly, “I want to go down the mountain!”

Xu Fenian was annoyed, “In advance, if you go down the mountain in the front foot, I’ll stomp it flat in the back foot.”

Unexpectedly, Jiang Nai was not moved at all, “As you wish.”

Xu Fengyen was completely at his wit’s end, and with a thought, smiled and said, “If you want to go down the mountain, then go down the mountain, your feet are on your own, I can’t tie you up. But before you go down the mountain, go with me to do one thing, in return, I will send you this fire clay inkstone you are holding in your hand, how about it?”

Jiang Nai threw the ancient inkstone in her hand into the White Elephant Pond without saying a word.

She didn’t want this ancient inkstone to be trashed by the guy in front of her. The reason why she was particularly attached to it, simply turned into her devil, not only it symbolizes the relics of Western Chu’s past glory, there is also a secret that was hidden by her very deep, the Northern Liang Royal House, she dared to express her hatred of only two people, in addition to the top of the list Xu Fengyen, and the one that in addition to the writing and the appearance of Xu Weixiong no longer have any defects, that year, in the bed of His Highness assassinated to no avail, Xu Fengyen just slapped a slap, let go! Two harsh words, Xu Weixiong but a long way from the Shangyin Palace to return, she threw her into the well, the well water is not as high as a person, not drowning, but the darkness of the sun, but also by the world’s most vicious heart of the woman adding insult to injury covered with slate, so that she stayed at the bottom of the well for three days and three nights, out of the well after the accidentally learned that Xu Weixiong calligraphy is bad, Jiang Nai began to learn from themselves to practice hard, no pen and no inkstone, no matter, the branches to do the pen, the rain and snow and all the rootless water can be used as ink, five years old before the end of the year. As ink, five years old before the pen copying, has long been a fuzzy memory, practiced later, Jiang Nai just vent their emotions, a can write numbers, often end up full of treacherous handwriting abnormal, and nowadays calligraphy is contrary to the right way.

Xu Fengyen looked at the sky and said, “I’ll call you again at night.”

Jiang Nai did not ask anything, went to squat in front of the hut to look at the last few eyes of the vegetable beds, it can be seen that her mouth is hard, the bottom of her heart is still a little bit of love.

Xu Fenian shouted, “Bull rider, get out.”

The young senior uncle really scurried out.

Xu Fengyen was accustomed to this bird man’s mysterious appearance, and said, “You go prepare some wine and meat, a large cone for writing plaques, if not, take a broom can be, and a bucket of ink, go at once.”

Hong Zaixiang wondered, “What is Your Highness the Prince doing?”

Xu Fengnian laughed: “Practicing writing.”

Hong Zaixiang panicked: “Shouldn’t you go to write on the wall of Ziyangguan?”

Xu Fengyen comforted, “How would this son do such a classless thing?”

Hong Zaixiang said uncertainly, “Really?”

Xu Fengyen rewarded with the word roll.

Hong Zaixiang prayed for his own good fortune, and in the meantime, prayed for Ziyang Guan’s good fortune. This son of His Highness can not make a whole demonic moth, Ziyang Guan hundred of Taoist priests these days which is not afraid, it is said that the host of the real every night can not sleep well, every day to go to the big brother side of the bitter water, pleading that do not know when to rise up to the waves of the devil to invite the mongrel king to other places. Xu Fengyen waited for half an hour until Hong Zaixiang carried the stuff, then returned to the waterfall to recuperate, the bull rider brought a jug of fragrant rice wine, two pounds of cooked beef, a half man tall huge cone hair, a bucket of ink, very complete.

Xu Fengyin really does not know what this bull rider is actually doing every day, either running errands and delivering food or lazing by the water, or herding and riding bulls, how does one cultivate the Heavenly Dao? If practicing the Heavenly Dao was so cozy and easy, Xu Fengyen would want to practice it.

The fifteenth moon is full.

Hanging in the air with such a large silver disk, walking at night without the need to carry a lantern, Xu Fengyen originally wanted to take a night pearl to illuminate the road, exempt. Called on Jiang Nai who has been staying in the vegetable garden as a mudman to go to the top of the mountain together.

Ziyang Guan dodged a bullet, poor Wudang 36 palaces in the first palace Taixu Palace will suffer.

“The night is like a bug, the mountain is like a sleeping cow. The bright moon is like a cocoon, wrapping me and ginger mud.”

Xu Fengyin was inspired by poetry and improvised a lame pentameter poem with uneven meter, gloating, “This poem is perfect. Little Mudman, how do you think it compares to those moaning poems of Liangzhou scholars?”

Jiang Nai, who carried almost all the heavy things on her back, did not even change her expression.

Xu Fengyen led Jiang Nai up the steps and straight to the Taixu Palace at the peak of the Great Lotus Peak. There was a white jade square there, most suitable for waving ink.

Ask, which literati dare to take a cone in front of the Wudang Taixu Palace to write big words? Only His Royal Highness.

This is the big dude.

For the evil of the countryside, all day long only know how to do bully men and women to climb the wall to see the red apricot hook, too small family.

To the front of the Taixu Palace, the mountain breeze, all over the body cool, Xu Fengyen let Jiang Nai put things on the steps, tore a piece of beef, sat and thought about how to put pen to paper, is the regular script or running script, or only in the theft of private practice cursive script? Is it the “Faodu Temple Tablet” or the “Huangzhou Cold Food Post” or the “Urgent Chapter Cursive”?

Compared to the regular script, Xu Fengyen is actually more fond of cursive script, wanton and unrestrained, but Li Yishan said that the power is not yet, far from the water to the realm, not allowed His Highness to touch, is a regrettable thing.

Taixu Palace main hall roof paved peacock blue glazed tiles, is hanging bump three ridges in yellow and green colors for the main building empty carvings, magnificent.

Large eaves flying, is the world famous big geng corner eaves.

Xu Fengyen got up to pick up the big cone hair into the water bucket, shook a little, or did not think well to write what to write, the book to the use of the party hated less, the word to write only regret lazy. The ancients really do not deceive me. Xu Fengyen sighed and sighed again while holding the big pen, and finally decided to drink a few mouthfuls of wine, and then he might be able to write something good with the wine. Turned around and froze, Jiang Nai has tilted his head and poured a large mouth of wine, never drank wine, her cheeks red, like the peach blossoms in the palace of Xichu, rumor has it that the emperor of Xichu doted on Princess Taiping to the extreme, the little princess of the peach blossoms to ask how heavy the peach blossoms in the yard, the emperor asked people to pick all the peach blossoms, a catty and a catty weighing the past.

Xu Fengnian quietly sighed, inserted the big pen into the ink bucket, today is to see her words.

The current cursive has been away from the grass, but still master Li Yishan so-called chapter grass, far from reaching Li Yishan respected “rules to go to the end, write to the end of the word can not read” realm. Few people in the world, such as the two Zen Temple of that strange monk, can be as the national scholar Li Yishan said “sadness, joy, wealth, embarrassment, adoration, sound drunkenness, injustice, resentment, moving in the heart, into the word, can be with the sky and the earth.”

I saw Jiang Nai staggering towards the large brush bucket.

After cupping his hands, he walked to the center of the square and started writing.

It was then that Xu Fengnian realized that the scenery was moving when she smiled, and it was even more moving when she mourned and wanted to cry but did not.

The pen in her arms traveled the great dragon.

It was as if there were ghosts and gods at the tip of the millimeter.

Cursive two hundred and forty-five words, a pen often has five or six words.

To “West Shu moon, mountains and rivers die. East Vietnam moon, mountains and rivers die. At the head of the big river, the people suffer, at the end of the big river, the people suffer”.

It ended with “Jiang Nai vowed to kill Xu Fengnian”.

Holding a large pen, she sat near the word “year”, covered in ink, lost in thought, tears streaming down her face.

Xu Fengyen sat on the highest step and muttered, “What a great piece of ‘Under the Moon Dagengjiao Vow to Kill Post’.”