I have a role in the heavens

"There is no library at the back of the academy!"

Chen Pipi blinked, looked at Zhao Wuhao very seriously, and gave an answer that was beyond Zhao Wuhao's expectations.

Although Zhao Wuhao was a little surprised, he was not much disappointed or surprised. It seemed that he could accept all the results and turned around to leave.

When Chen Pipi saw this, he was even more surprised than Zhao Wuhao. He did not expect Zhao Wuhao to react so decisively, without even a trace of hesitation or disappointment, and quickly stopped him.

"what are you doing?"

"Although there are no books in the back of the academy, there are many manuscripts and notes left by the Master. If you want to see them, I can take you there!"

Zhao Wuhao stopped and turned to look at the little fat man. His eyes flickered, as if he was signaling him to lead the way.

"It's really boring. Why should you be so anxious about practicing this thing?"

Although Chen Pipi complained so much, he did not reject Zhao Wuhao. He stepped forward and walked towards a small house, which was the master's study.

The decoration in the study room is not luxurious. There is a mahogany desk with pens, inks, paper and inkstones on it. There is a chair behind the desk. There is no carving pattern on the seat. It is simple and plain. There are displays on both sides of the desk. There are two rows of bookshelves, and there are not many books on them. There are only a dozen notebooks and manuscripts, which are neatly bound. These are Master Li's insights, and only he and his disciples have read them.

Zhao Wuhao ignored Chen Pipi who kept complaining and muttering in front of him, walked to the bookshelf, then took a manuscript, sat at the desk, and read quietly. These manuscripts were not all about spiritual practice. The Classics and History Collection, He dabbled in poetry, songs, music, chess, calligraphy and painting. From this, it can be seen that the master's broad dabbling and profound knowledge are enough to be admired.

Zhao Wuhao looked at the master's manuscript. Although it was a bit messy and unorganized, the first sentence might still be talking about spiritual enlightenment and the secret of the realm, while the latter sentence was about romance, snow, moon, and all kinds of life, but Zhao Wuhao still read it with gusto and wisdom. Sparks sparkle, as if communicating with a wise man, his views on life, and his understanding of the world. This is a heart-to-heart communication, which is very mysterious and cannot be described in words.

The little fat Chen Pipi was at an active age. Although he was extremely talented, he hated reading. When he saw Zhao Wuhao motionless, concentrating on reading the master's notes and manuscripts, he curled his lips speechlessly. He had also read it before These manuscripts really didn't attract him, they were very boring. He would rather go to his second senior brother Jun Mo for advice on swordsmanship and receive a beating than sit and read in this study.

Everyone has different ambitions and interests. Although Chen Pipi couldn't understand it, he chose to respect it at the time and left the study quietly, leaving only Zhao Wuhao here.

Zhao Wuhao reads very quickly, with ten lines at a glance and a photographic memory. However, every time he reads a manuscript note, he will pause for a long time, close his eyes and think, and his mind is surging, as if he is digesting the wisdom and experience left by the Master in the manuscript notes. But as time went by, Zhao Wuhao saw faster and faster, as if he was already familiar with the master's wisdom and experience. Practice makes perfect, and his efficiency has accelerated.

Zhao Wuhao spent the whole day in the study. Chen Pipi came once in the middle of the day and brought a simple but exquisite meal. Zhao Wuhao ignored it and was still immersed in the master's wisdom and insights. This kind of behavior is incomprehensible to Chen Pipi, but it feels very familiar at the same time.

"Another idiot, forgetting to eat and sleep!"

Few people in the back of the academy are normal. They are either crazy or stupid. In short, they all have things they like. For this reason, they can forget all about sleep and food. Chen Pipi has long been used to it, so it is not strange.

In the evening, the sun sets in the west, and the blazing red sun dyes the sky red. The clouds turn into a sea of ​​fire, and the clouds change in ever-changing shapes and shapes, which are very interesting.

Zhao Wuhao opened the door of the study and walked out. His sword eyes shone brightly, and endless wisdom shone in his mind, gathering into a book. This book contained thousands of , has the laws of heaven and earth's movement, is the origin of the world, has the essence of human civilization inheritance, has the know-how of the path of cultivation, is profound and mysterious, and is a collection of wisdom. When the book is opened, every word is like a pearl, shining like a flower, shining in the heart.

Zhao Wuhao stepped forward, shaking with each step, and the aura in his body continued to surge. From the first stage of knowing his destiny, he climbed all the way up to the peak state of knowing his destiny. The aura in his body surged, and it seemed that he was about to break through the barrier and continue climbing. Zhao Wuhao Wuhao took the initiative to stop the breakthrough, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, the light in his eyes converged, and whispered in the orange glow.

"It's not yet time, the night is coming. If you can't turn into the sun, what's the use of becoming a star?"

As soon as the words fell, the breath in Zhao Wuhao's body instantly calmed down. His expression remained as usual, extremely calm, and terrifyingly calm, just like the vast sea. The surface of the sea was calm and calm, but under the surface, power was accumulating and rapids surged. One day, a tsunami will rise, break through all obstacles, clear away all roadblocks, and submerge everything, making it irresistible.

Zhao Wuhao's figure flashed and disappeared silently into the back hill of the academy, returning to his own courtyard.

A figure appeared quietly in front of the study. He was wearing a very ancient robe and a very high ancient crown on his head. He looked solemn, with a tall and straight posture and a proud figure. He held a long sword tightly in his hand. The sword intent soared into the sky, shocking and rare in the world. The cold and handsome face was full of fighting spirit, and the thin lips moved slightly, with a bit of surprise and shock.

"He broke through again and became even stronger. I don't even have the courage to draw my sword against him!"

Jun Mo is a very proud person. Before, he only admired the Master and his senior brother Li Manman. But now there is another person, and he feels ashamed. It seems that he will never catch up in this life. This man's footsteps drew his sword and competed with him.

"Sure enough, as the Master said, there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. In the past, my knowledge was too narrow. Sitting in a well and looking at the sky, I only thought that I was less than others in this world. But now that I think about it, my cheeks are burning, which is embarrassing!"

Jun Mo let go of the hilt of the sword in his hand, turned around and headed down the mountain. Reading thousands of books would be better than traveling thousands of miles and working behind closed doors. He would never be able to catch up with Zhao Wuhao. It would be better to travel around the world, increase his knowledge and improve his swordsmanship. for.

From then on, Zhao Wuhao's trajectory seemed to be fixed. He went to class in the morning, ate at noon, and went to the old library in the afternoon. He read a lot of books and was eclectic. His breath became more and more bland, and he returned to his original nature, as if he had turned into an ordinary person.

During this process, Master and Li slowly returned to the academy, but the second gentleman, Jun Mo, went down the mountain. He did not know where he went. People came and went, gathering and dispersing, but Zhao Wuhao remained unchanged, teaching and reading, and occasionally Let me give you some advice. Chu Guanghu, the young master of a general family, lived a very comfortable life.

Zhao Wuhao's cultivation level has reached an unfathomable level, but he still suppresses himself and never breaks through. He once sensed the majestic aura of the back mountain that follows the heart and does not exceed the rules, like a beacon in the eternal night. , lighting up a side of the world in the eternal night, the other party also discovered his existence, but did not make any move.

Zhao Wuhao and his wife seemed to have made an agreement that they had never met each other and went their own way without disturbing each other.

Li Zhongyi stood inside the threshold, staring at the raindrops dripping on the leaves not far away in a daze. As the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, the only man who made all nations surrender, he should not have any worries from the perspective of ordinary people. However, he was silently looking at the garden at this time, and his hale and hearty face was obviously a little restless.

Seeing the morning flowers wet the trees after the rain, Li Zhongyi gradually felt lonely and felt lost. This is exactly why he came to the academy early in the morning. Only here can he not be disturbed by others. He feels that he can get real peace. It seems that he has returned to his youth and the days when he entered the academy to study anonymously are back. No one Knowing him, all fellow disciples are equal, and they can play with each other as they like, and even go to the Goulan House in Chang'an City to listen to music and dance together in their free time. He misses how happy those days were.

His Majesty the Emperor loved calligraphy. Although he often summoned ministers to come and appreciate books and paintings as if they were offering treasures, he even did not let the eunuchs and maids organize the imperial study, and he did all the display of books and stickers himself.

Li Zhongyi sighed and turned around. He was going to write some bad words that had always been kept secret to express his feelings. He picked up the Hengdian pure hair in his hand, which was covered with Chenzhou pine ink. The dragons and phoenixes danced, his movements were graceful and full of posture, and he looked like he had a lot of energy. The style of calligraphy masters.

After a while, Li Zhongyi put down the brush in his hand and looked at his work, with a look of satisfaction on his face. He nodded slightly, with a bit of a smile on his face, his eyes were bright and bright, and he looked complacent. He said it in a very happy mood despite the sadness just now.

"My calligraphy has improved again. It has reached a state where the meaning is more important than the form. It is a masterpiece!"

I saw five big characters on the Xuanzhou bud paper, crooked and limp, like a horse that had been running for three days. The whole body was weak, lying on the ground, lifeless. It was simply unsightly. It was a waste of this good pen and ink. Paper inkstone.

As His Majesty the Emperor of the most powerful empire today, Li Zhongyi's imperial study room is filled with various copybooks of famous writers collected from all over the world, unique treasures, all of which are extremely precious calligraphy masterpieces, which makes His Majesty the Emperor very knowledgeable about calligraphy. His extremely high appreciation ability is considered to be the best in the world, but His Majesty the Emperor, who has great appreciation of calligraphy, has no self-awareness of his own calligraphy works. He often summons the ministers to appreciate them together, which makes countless ministers complain in their hearts. Not daring to tell the truth is as uncomfortable as eating smelly dog ​​shit.

Zhao Wuhao was walking slowly in the academy, distracted and wandering, when he suddenly heard a very confident voice. This voice was a bit unfamiliar, as if he had never heard it before. There was a new lesson in the academy. I don’t know who it was. A famous calligrapher actually dares to claim that he has reached the wonderful state of calligraphy.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wuhao immediately sobered up a little. He turned around and saw a middle-aged man coming into view. He had a clear face, medium height, mature and upright appearance, and a somewhat graceful and luxurious look. A charming middle-aged uncle who should be able to make many little girls fall in love with him, but his face is slightly pale and he seems to have some illness, making him look a little more frail.

Zhao Wuhao was curious about the other party's calligraphy skills. He coughed lightly, waking up Li Zhongyi who was immersed in his own work. Then, under the surprised gaze of the other party, he slowly walked into the courtyard and stopped in front of the calligraphy table.

Li Zhongyi looked at the young man who came in uninvited. Judging from his appearance, he could only be in his weak years at most. He was wearing a college standard Confucian shirt, which was wide and elegant. This young man had handsome features, heroic spirit, refined temperament, and was outstanding. I don’t know. The young men from any family were all outstanding talents, which made His Majesty the Emperor very fond of him.

"This gentleman, I teach etiquette at the academy. I wonder if I can appreciate your masterpiece and see how wonderful it is?"

Zhao Wuhao bowed his hands in a salute. He was very humble and elegant, with extraordinary bearing and unparalleled grace. His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty was stunned. He subconsciously nodded and agreed to his request.

Zhao Wuhao was not polite, walked to the other party, glanced at the furnishings on the desk, and was secretly speechless. This new teacher was really extravagant, and his background should be extraordinary.

There are several sheets of writing paper spread on the desk. A writing brush is placed in the inkstone like a thin raft in a clear pool, soaked in ink. Several other writing brushes are placed messily on the pen holder. The paper is Xuanzhou Ya paper and the pen is Hengdian. The ink is Chenzhou pine ink, and the inkstone is Huangzhou mud inkstone. They are all eye-catching, and both are precious tributes.

"If these pens, inks, papers and inkstones can be dragged back to Lin 47 Lane and sold, how much can they be sold for?"

Zhao Wuhao stared blankly at the martial arts reviews placed on the desk. Such thoughts came to his mind for no reason, and he immediately moved his eyes, preparing to appreciate the works written by these treasures.

On the slightly fine-grained Xuanzhou bud paper, five words are written in dripping and unruly ink.

"Fish leap into the sea right now."

Zhao Wuhao looked at the five thick ink characters on the paper and couldn't help but frown. The expression on his face was as if he had swallowed smelly dog ​​shit. His facial features were all twisted together, showing obvious disgust and shock. He looked at the proud Li Zhongyi and commented unceremoniously.

"What a waste! What a waste!"

Li Zhongyi heard Zhao Wuhao's angrily comment and didn't know why. He looked at the young instructor with confusion and asked.

"Sir, what do you mean by this?"

Li Zhongyi did not put on the airs of being an emperor. He still respected the teachings in the academy. Although the etiquette teacher in front of him looked young, he must be outstanding, knowledgeable and talented. Otherwise, how could he be in the academy? The academy is established.

"The pens, inks, paper and inkstones you use are all treasures, but your calligraphy is like stinking dog shit, it smells bad and is hard to see!"

"You better not waste good things in the future. You have the nerve to boast about your poor calligraphy skills. You should just use that toilet paper to practice calligraphy from now on!"

Zhao Wuhao seemed extremely angry. Damn the rich man. How could he have the nerve to practice with tributes at such a poor level? It makes me jealous to death.

Zhao Wuhao was very poor, and he was very unhappy with Li Zhongyi's arty rich behavior, so he didn't have a trace of politeness when he spoke, he said bluntly that he didn't know how to do it, and he was even a bit mean and cunning.

Li Zhongyi's old face turned red instantly, the veins on his forehead popped out, his eyes widened, breathing heavily, and stared at Zhao Wuhao with great anger. He had never been so humiliated. Although his calligraphy attainments did not dare to compete with those famous artists Even though the ministers all praised it, when it came to Zhao Wuhao's mouth, it turned into rotten shit, unsightly and worthy of being written on with toilet paper!

Li Zhongyi was extremely well-educated and magnanimous. Although he was extremely angry and angry at Zhao Wuhao's comments, he still suppressed the anger in his heart. He took a deep breath, calmed down the emotions in his heart, and forced himself to calm down. He came down, looked at Zhao Wuhao with piercing eyes, and asked.

"Sir, you know that my calligraphy has been praised by the ministers of the dynasty. They all say that my calligraphy is very satisfying and it is a masterpiece!"

When Zhao Wuhao heard this, a strange look appeared on his handsome and handsome face. He took a step back and looked Li Zhongyi up and down. Seeing that he was dressed in luxurious clothes and impressive wealth, he nodded thoughtfully and asked Li Zhongyi curiously. road.

"You must be of extraordinary origin, a child of a noble family?"

Li Zhongyi was confused by Zhao Wuhao's inexplicable look. Hearing Zhao Wuhao's inquiry, he nodded in confusion.

"How much did you spend to make the ministers of the day tell lies and make you famous?"

Li Zhongyi felt a rush of blood rushing to his head, and his eyes were red with anger. Only then did he understand what Zhao Wuhao meant. Does he still need to spend money to make his name famous to ministers?

"I didn't spend a penny, I relied on my calligraphy talent!"

"It shouldn't be. It's possible that the ministers above the court are all blind or uneducated. Otherwise, why wouldn't they be able to see that your calligraphy is just stinky shit? It's simply unsightly!"

Zhao Wuhao scratched his head in distress, and couldn't figure out how such rubbish calligraphy could be praised by the ministers of the day, unless they were also useless losers!

"Who doesn't know that most of the ministers of the current dynasty came from academies, and they have both talents and talents, which are rare!"

Li Zhongyi's face was livid, and he almost laughed in anger at Zhao Wuhao. This young instructor was just ignorant and didn't even know this.

"That's even more inappropriate! The calligraphy appreciation ability of the students in the academy shouldn't be so bad, that they would regard this stinky shit as a masterpiece of calligraphy?"

Zhao Wuhao frowned and pointed at the five big characters on the desk, saying "shit" with no politeness.

Li Zhongyi couldn't stand Zhao Wuhao's sharp and ruthless comments anymore, so he glared angrily and said sternly.

"You say stinky shit on the left and stinky shit on the right. If you have the ability to write a piece of calligraphy yourself, let's compare. If you can really beat me, I will admit that my calligraphy is stinky!"

Zhao Wuhao looked at the angry and unconvinced Li Zhongyi, and felt happy in his heart. This middle-aged rich man was still unconvinced and wanted to abuse him. How could he tolerate his petty temper? He picked up a pen and wrote in one stroke. He wrote five big characters and then left gracefully.

"What a smelly piece of shit."

Li Zhongyi looked at the five big characters just written on the Xuanzhou Bud paper. His face was as angry as the bottom of a pot, as dark as ink, and his eyebrows stood up.

"Damn it, you actually dare to write to mock me, I will never give up!"

"You are so brave. Even if you are a teacher in the academy, I will not let you off lightly. Your handwriting is no better than mine! Huh? Your handwriting is so good!"