Yixing Pavilion and Fenghui Mountain are the training places for inner disciples of calligraphy.
On the hillside of Fenghui Mountain, there is a two-story attic. In front of the building is a large courtyard, which is dozens of feet in diameter. There are many peach trees in the courtyard, and flowers bloom all year round.
Looking from outside the courtyard, the entire courtyard is covered by fog, making it blurry and blurry, making it difficult to see clearly.
At this time, a young man in gray clothes was standing outside the courtyard, constantly looking inside. This man was Liang Yan.
"Senior Brother Ma really has a weird temper." Liang Yan said to himself.
He already knew something before coming here. The owner's surname was Ma Mingyuan, and he was a disciple of the inner sect of calligraphy. His cultivation had reached the ninth level of Qi training.
Ma Yuan is most famous for two things, one is his skill in refining weapons, and the other is his weird temper.
This person has a withdrawn personality and rarely interacts with his fellow disciples in the sect. The cave is closed to all guests all the year round, and even some elders who come to build the foundation are often not allowed to meet.
However, because of his weapon refining methods that far exceed the realm of cultivation, even the foundation-building seniors cannot get angry with him, and instead often ask for help from him.
At this time, Liang Yan stood at the door of his cave. He saw the door open, but did not rush in. The reason was for no other reason than the seemingly beautiful peach blossom forest in front of him.
These peach trees seem to be planted randomly in the courtyard, but in fact, the position of each tree is very mysterious.
Although the peach blossoms are beautiful, they conceal murderous intent.
"Hidden Flower Ten Killing Formation!" Liang Yan frowned.
Although this "Ten Kills of Hidden Flowers" is quite mysterious, in Liang Yan's eyes, it is only tolerable. However, in order to break this formation, three peach trees need to be destroyed. He is here to ask for help.
How could you do such a reckless thing?
It's just that if you don't break this formation, you can't enter. The owner here has made it clear that he doesn't want to see anyone, no matter how he calls, no one responds.
Just when he was in a dilemma, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and seemed to see the end of a thin rope on the lintel.
Liang Yan hesitated for a moment, then suddenly jumped up, stretched out his hand to grab the end of the string, and pulled it down.
"Stab it!"
The string brought down a white paper scroll. When the scroll was pulled to the end, a talisman pen was exposed, hanging underneath the scroll.
Almost at the same time as the scroll fell, four talismans fell on both sides of the door lintel, two on each side, both suspended in the air by thin ropes. The patterns had been drawn on these four talismans, but there was a blank space in the middle.
Liang Yan was not familiar with the Tao of Talisman, so he naturally knew nothing about it. However, his focus at the moment was not on the talisman, but on the white scroll in the middle, because there were four lines of small characters written on it:
"Divide a little bit by bit, combine a little bit by bit, keep a little bit by little, and reduce a little bit by little."
Liang Yan had a strange look on his face,
"Senior Brother Ma actually played a mundane word puzzle?"
He laughed and laughed at this, and secretly scolded Ma Yuan. However, he had something to ask for at this moment. No matter what path Ma Yuan set, he must follow it.
He meditated at the door for a long time, then reached out to take off the talisman pen, walked to the four talismans, and wrote the four words "fen", "qia", "liu" and "sha" in the blank space in the middle.
As soon as the last word "sha" was written, the four talismans broke free of the strings at the same time and flew away into the peach forest.
As soon as the talisman flew into the peach blossom forest, the mist that had always been surrounding it began to billow violently. Not long after, part of the mist gradually dispersed, revealing a trail in the peach blossom forest.
Liang Yan smiled slightly, stepped onto the path, and walked towards the courtyard.
This peach forest is not too big. After walking for a long time, I saw that the fog in front of me had cleared and I had already left the peach forest.
What appeared in front of Liang Yan's eyes were two golden-armored puppets, each holding a sword and stabbing forward. The two swords crossed each other, blocking the attic door.
"What kind of trouble is this?" Liang Yan thought to himself.
These two golden-armored puppets were full of spirituality. He had no doubt that if he forced his way inside, he would definitely be attacked by these two puppets.
"It's just that according to Senior Brother Ma's temperament, he definitely doesn't want others to have a fight with the puppet. He will definitely leave clues."
Liang Yan thought this way and walked up to the puppet. Sure enough, he found a note stuck on the back of the puppet on the left, saying:
"It is better to be a centurion than a scholar."
Looking at the puppet on the right, there is a blank note behind it.
"It was guessing charades before, and now it's pairs. It seems that Senior Brother Ma really has a lot of hobbies." Liang Yan said with a helpless smile.
"It is better to be a centurion than a scholar. Since this person is a disciple of calligraphy, how can he belittle the scholar like this?"
Liang Yan frowned and said nothing, thinking for a long time. Suddenly he smiled and said, "What a lazy Ma Yuan. This is a different way to get others to praise him."
As he spoke, he walked behind the golden-armored puppet on the right, used his fingertips to induce vomiting, and wrote on the blank note:
"Learning is valuable than anything else!"
After finishing the sentence, they suddenly heard a rumbling sound, and a flash of light flashed in the eyes of the two golden-armored puppets. They each jumped back a step. At the same time, they stood up with their swords sheathed, stretched out their hands towards the door, and made a "please" gesture.
"Sure enough, if you praise yourself or not, then you have to be praised by others willingly. That is true praise." Liang Yan shook his head and smiled bitterly. Then he opened the door and walked into the attic without hesitation.
With a "squeak", what caught Liang Yan's eyes was a mahogany square table and a rattan chair, and on the chair lay an old man who was over a hundred years old.
The man's eyes were closed, his hands were folded on his chest, and he was rocking the wicker chair while snoring. He had obviously been asleep for a long time.
Liang Yan stretched out his hand and knocked on the door several times. Seeing that there was still no response, he had to cough and said loudly: "Zhenmai handyman disciple Liang Yan has met Senior Brother Ma!"
The old man's snoring stopped immediately when he shouted. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and raised his head from the Taishi chair.
"Huh?"
The moment Ma Yuan saw Liang Yan, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then looked at the golden-armored puppet outside the door, with a strange look on his face, and whispered to himself: "It turns out that not all people in Yixing Pavilion are just like this.
Elm knots."
Seeing his appearance, Liang Yan couldn't help but secretly cursed: "I don't think others are pedantic, but you are too difficult to deal with, right?"
However, this was just what he was thinking, and he could not really say it out loud. On the surface, he still said respectfully: "I'm really sorry for disturbing Senior Brother Ma's rest. It's just an urgent matter and I have no other choice."
"Oh?" Ma Yuan glanced at him and said, "Tell me, why do you have to ask me for help?"
"I heard that Senior Brother Ma got an antique last year, which was the 'Tianbao Copper Coin' from the previous secular dynasty?" Liang Yan asked.
When Ma Yuan heard what he said, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was reminiscing. It took him a long time to remember, nodded and said:
"Yes, I did get such a thing last year. I went on a secular trip and saved the life of a wealthy businessman, so he gave me this antique."
After hearing this, Liang Yan's face lit up with joy and he asked eagerly: "Senior Brother Ma, can you sell this to Junior Brother?"
Ma Yuan glanced at him and said leisurely: "What are you buying? Lingshi? Anyone who knows me well knows that Lingshi can't buy anything from me."
He paused and then said: "There is no hope for Ma to build the foundation. The ninth level of Qi training has reached the top. The rest of his life is to travel around and have fun. If you can exchange for something interesting, I can naturally give it to you."
Tianbao Copper Coin'. Otherwise, please ask Junior Brother Liang to go back to where he came from."
After hearing this, Liang Yan thought: "Sure enough!".
A person with such a weird personality cannot be judged by common sense. Fortunately, he was prepared and took out a scroll from his storage bag without any hurry.
"What is this?" Ma Yuan frowned.
"Senior brother, please take a look!" Liang Yan unfolded the scroll and found a copybook.
"I wonder what it is. It turns out to be a Huang Zhen's 'Guiyun Pavilion Collection'. What a pity, what a pity, junior brother, this copybook that you worked so hard to get is actually a fake, not worth mentioning at all."
." Ma Yuan shook his head as he spoke, as if he felt sorry for Liang Yan.
After hearing this, Liang Yan smiled slightly and said, "Brother, please don't rush to a conclusion. Take a closer look." As he said this, he put his hand on the top of the copybook and gently brushed it downwards.
As his palms passed by, he actually tore off a layer of the copybook, revealing a brand-new copybook inside. I could see that the writing on it was like a dragon and a snake, penetrating through the back of the paper, just like a work by a master.
"'Yundaolu'! The 'Yundaolu' written by Fan Zhang, the sage of the State of Zhao!" Ma Yuan exclaimed in shock.
