salted fish soaring

The book sage walked out of the pavilion, turned around suddenly, and asked:

"The last sentence of this poem is missing three characters. Did he not write it, or did he write it elsewhere?"

The chess ghost did not speak.Li Ying trembled slightly, holding the notebook in her sleeves, but said: "I didn't write it down."

She had torn out the page "Growing Potatoes", and she didn't know why she was lying.

The book sage took a deep look at her and turned around.Ji Chen hurriedly followed, almost tripping over his overly complicated robe.

"Let's go!" Qi Gui led Li Ying and Qing Wei down the mountain from the other side.

The two had the same destination, but had to take two paths.

When their backs disappeared, Master Xuyun got up and breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know why the book sage and the chess ghost got together, and why they broke up because of their unhappiness, but he had a bad premonition.

Ever since Song Qianji called out the name "Xian Jianchen" on the Qiankun Temple, this was the third time he had this premonition.

In the Huawei Sect, there must have been a major event that he did not know about, and it was likely to cause serious consequences.

At this time, he received a summons talisman from his daughter Chen Hongzhu.

"The Qiankun Palace has a talk with all the peak masters and elders, and we have important matters to discuss."

As the clouds gather and disperse, and after a short period of silence in the Star Reaching Platform, another group of young monks welcomes in.

They were in high spirits, and many of them stayed up all night excitedly.He even wanted to come early, but he was afraid of offending the saint.

Finally waited until the second quarter of Chenshi to climb to the top, but saw that the people from Zhaxingtai went to the empty building.

"I don't know what the sage asked us to see?"

"There are four poems engraved here!"

Zhao Kui and Wei Zhanyang were the first to rush into the pavilion, and they were also the first to see the inscriptions on the stone table.

Zhao Kui touched the sunken stone marks and was slightly shocked: "It's not engraved with a knife, but someone wrote it with a very soft pen."

Someone asked: "Could it be that the sage of calligraphy wrote it for us, hoping that we can observe this poem and understand the true meaning of his brushwork?"

Wei Zhanyang shook his head: "I have a collection of authentic scriptures in my home. His old man's handwriting is strong and powerful, his charm is like a vast sea, and his momentum is like a divine power descending from the sky. The first line of this poem is elegant and agile, like catkins fluttering in the spring breeze. It is definitely not a scripture. made."

"I plan to add drunkenness to the spring breeze." After reading it, someone wondered, "A doggerel has not been finished yet, so what is there to see?"

"Wonderful!" A talisman teacher from the academy excitedly said, "In the first sentence, the word 'spring breeze' is like a spring breeze, and the word 'drunk' is intermittent, and the author jumps out in a state of drunkenness. The writing is light and unrestrained. When entering a stone, the meaning precedes the shape, the shape disperses but the spirit does not disperse..."

Many people didn't think it was subtle at first, but after being pointed out by others, the more they looked at it, the more they felt that the handwriting revealed an indescribable charm, and then they realized that it was their own limited eyesight that could not see the name.

Another talisman teacher said: "The second sentence changes from light to heavy, but it is as natural as a river swollen, without craftsmanship, and the word "Xiu" in "Everything rests" is like a celebrity waving his sleeves in the wind, saying goodbye to the floating clouds. .I think this sentence is the best!"

"No, of course the third sentence is the best, 'Who is the enemy of the world's heroes', open and close, extremely domineering, like a giant cutting the world with a knife."

For a while, they couldn't stop arguing, and the paper and ink flew around, scrambling to rub and copy the handwriting on the stone table.

The famous calligraphy is Tie, and this poem is called "Hero Tie".

"It turned out that the book sage invited us to come and see, and said that whoever can win can be his direct disciple. He just wanted us to be convinced."

It was Wei Zhanyang who spoke.After he finished speaking, he bowed his head and went down the mountain.

At this moment, he didn't want to read the "Hero Post" again, and he didn't want to recall the failure.

Suddenly someone said: "Such a good handwriting, who wrote it?"

"The word 'drunk' in the hero post has a similar meaning to the egg post, so it must have been written by one person!"

Last night in the Qiankun Palace, Ji Chen was exposed by Ji Guang, and he actually admitted that he couldn't write at all.

If it's not him, then who?

Everyone looked around in a daze, and they didn't look like anyone.

Someone sighed: "In the calligraphy and painting test, I was sitting at Ji Chen's front table, listening to him clapping his hands for the 'egg', and even turning around to stare at him, hey, I should have known today..."

Suddenly someone interrupted: "You sit at the table in front of him, who is he at the same table?!"

There was a sudden silence.

Until someone whispered that name, there was still unbelievable hesitation: "Song, Song Qianji?"

Don't want to believe it, but everyone has seen it with their own eyes.

After leaving the book on Yanbi Zhao, Zhao Jiheng took Zhao Jiheng to provoke him. The latter first laughed at the wild flowers painted by Song Qianji, and then raised Ji Chen's paper. There was only a circle on the joke.

The author of the hero post turned out to be Song Qianji, an outer disciple of Huawei Sect!

Could it be that Song Qianji is the real favorite successor of the book sage?

A group of people got together, peeled off cocoons, and finally spelled out the truth.

"No way? Is it really Song Qianji? I remember that he is not a talisman master at all. Could it be that he is a hidden master?"

"If you can't see it, it means that your vision is not good. I knew that he is definitely not a thing in the pool!"

"Hey, you were the one who laughed the loudest while watching the wildflowers, right?"

The lonely platform for picking stars has never been so lively.

Only Zhao Kui was stunned.

The first time he saw Song Qianji was at the water pavilion outside Yaoguang Lake. He drew a picture of a beauty, but was ignored by the beauty.

The second time we met was at the calligraphy and painting test by the Caishi River. He left books on the rock wall, and the scenery was infinite, but he was ignored by the calligrapher.

He always thought that Song Qianji and himself were people from two worlds.The other party was just a lucky outer disciple.

Only today did I realize that I was wrong.

But why practiced hard since I was a child, not as good as someone else's doggerel?

Why should I study hard and imitate the posture of the book sage when he was young, why not touch a few stones and draw a wild flower?

He stared straight at the stone table with his eyes, his face was pale, and there was blood on his lips.

But he just squeezed out the crowd and ran into the forest in despair.

The Star Reaching Platform was still bustling, and the discussion was even louder.

"After his 'seeking immortals is not as good as', three characters are missing. The finishing touch of the whole poem, why not write it?"

It is a pity that the strings have collapsed before the end of the song, such as the shocking piano test.

"But what else in the world is more important than seeking immortality?"

The scholar of the academy waved his folding fan: "The poem goes, 'If you can achieve success, why not die? I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals'. In my opinion, the last sentence should be 'Seeking immortals is worse than staying forever'."

"Not necessarily, the artistic conception of this poem is broad, how can it be limited to mere love?" Another Fu Xiu said, "I guess it is 'it is better to write Zhang Fu than to seek immortality'!"

There are different answers, some people make a serious analysis, while others make wild guesses.

"Seeking luck is worse than seeking immortality", "becoming rich is worse than seeking immortality", "begging to be hugged is worse than seeking immortality" and so on.

In the end people came to the conclusion:

"Even if it is not as good as it is in every possible way, it is better to leave the three characters blank and let those who come to the post express their feelings. There are unfinished songs on the piano, unfinished poems in the book, and incomplete songs and poems. It should be called 'Dengwen Shuangjue'!"

……

Song Qianji had no idea that the crisis was coming.

He is telling himself to cheer up and be strong:

"Even if I was drunk, I didn't delay my going down the mountain to farm."

He watered each flower and plant, turned over the soil, checked whether the flower stand was firm, and buried the withered dead flowers and leaves.

Finally stand under the eaves and stick new spotlights.

The tender lotus in the tank is just emerging, like a small round bronze coin floating on the water.

Song Qianji touched the storage bag and took out a few rain flower stones with beautiful patterns.

This is his biggest gain from participating in the calligraphy and painting test.

"thump."

The small stone fell into the water, and the sky, cloud and shadow and his face sparkled instantly, and ripples rippled round and round.

He touched Qian Ye and hummed softly:

"One red and one green, red, red, green and green urge new lotuses. One county after another, you can't finish planting in a lifetime, and you can't finish planting!"

Two white-bellied magpies landed on the flower stand and sang with each other, as if answering him.

"What kind of plant can't be finished?" Someone asked at the door.

Song Qianji followed the sound and turned his head.

I saw a person wearing a black robe, stepping directly into the threshold.

Please do not enter.

Follow this person into the door, the magpies are silent, and the grass and insects don't sing.

The garden is full of flowers and trees, and the breath changes subtly.

The vigorous vitality of spring seems to be covered with a layer of indifference.

Song Qianji frowned slightly.The Immortal Spring in the Purple Mansion trembled slightly, like a warning.

I saw the youthful face of the visitor, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, extremely symmetrical, like the most careful carving of Tiandao.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

When Song Qianji asked, he already had guesses in his mind.

The man smiled: "Last night, you should have seen me."

uninvited guest!Alarm bells rang in Song Qianji's mind.

After he sobered up, his mind was not slow.

He Qingqing did not confess him.But He Qingqing's piano music is too conspicuous, and her experience is too simple.

She has no relatives, no friends, where she has been, who she has met, how others treat her... With the status and resources of a powerhouse, as long as she has the heart, she can find out.

Could it be that the qin fairy came to find the qin composer?

Song Qianji took a light breath, Senior Xian Jianchen, it's your turn to appear again!

Hard work!