Chapter 618: The way of heaven is unfair, it should be killed
The courtyard is quite poetic with small bridges and flowing water.
Master Ming walked on the cobblestone path among the flowers and said in confusion: "Here comes tea."
"No, the teacher just seemed to be asking for sainthood."
The woman in black skirt said.
"Oh, is there a problem?"
Master Ming stopped with some doubts and said: "This person is indeed a world-famous canon. Otherwise, why would you be so anxious as a teacher? Why don't you find a good husband for you?"
"ah?"
The woman in the black dress exclaimed, her face turned red again, she lowered her head and said with a cry: "Teacher, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"The teacher has made it clear, so it's not easy to force him to be a saint."
Master Ming said helplessly.
"Teacher, can you speak in a lower voice? Even the saint can hear you."
The woman in black dress wants to cry.
"Miss Yingshu, we are so close, no matter how quiet you speak, I can still hear you." Feng Qingyan helplessly spread his hands.
"Ugh, I'm too embarrassed to see anyone."
The woman in black skirt suddenly covered her face and ran back to the bamboo house.
"It's time for men to get married, and for women to get married. What's there to be ashamed of?"
Master Ming said.
Feng Qingyan pretended to watch the scene and had no interest in answering the conversation.
But at this moment, the woman in black skirt poked her head out from behind the door, and whispered shyly: "Gentleman, you can actually consider what my teacher said."
Feng Qingyan staggered when he heard this.
Absolutely down.
What's happening here?
Master Ming was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing and said: "Become a saint, my family's photo books have boldly stated (the meaning of confession), so you should just accept it. Could it be that the most dignified gentleman in the world, in terms of the relationship between men and women,
Not as good as a little girl?"
Feng Qingyan didn't know what to say.
Is this considered a forced marriage?
He thought for a while, it should be so.
Behind the door, the woman in black skirt was a little confused, "What, what did I just say?" At this time, her face was full of shock, and she was crying. She didn't believe that she would say such bold words.
Where is the face?
No more?
This must not be what I said, it must not be...
Woohoo——
The woman in the black dress really wants to cry.
I must have learned from the wrong teacher, I was not like this before...
"Jun, gentleman, what you just said was a joke in Yingshu. Don't take it seriously." The woman in the black skirt said with a tearful tone, and ran away after saying that.
She felt like her face was on fire.
The heart is beating loudly.
Feng Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise he didn't know how it would have ended.
Master Ming stomped his feet angrily. When he saw that Feng Sheng was about to run away, he smiled and said, "Feng Sheng, please. Feng Sheng can come to this humble house. It's really a blessing."
Feng Qingyan's face twitched and he said with a smile.
The two walked into the bamboo house.
After a while, Yingshu was serving tea with his face covered with a veil. When he saw Feng Qingyan, his cheeks were still red and hot.
"Gentleman please."
Yingshu said, after saying that, he took small steps and walked quickly.
"Sage, this is the famous ink tea in my bookstore. It is planted under the inscription stele. It is nourished by the literary spirit day and night. It has a bright green and shiny color, a fresh and noble aroma, and a refreshing and mellow taste."
Master Ming said while sipping tea.
The two chatted for a while and then talked about the monument with the word "kill".
At this time, Master Ming did not mention anything about husband-in-law, and pulled Feng Qingyan to the fourth monument with the word "kill".
"Being a saint, maybe your status as a virtual saint can withstand the attack of will."
Master Ming hesitated and said.
"Even if it can be resisted, Qingyan is only in the calligraphy realm now."
Feng Qingyan frowned and said.
"How do you describe this wisp of will?"
Mingfuzi thought about it for a moment and said: "I always feel that it is not that simple, as if there is some big secret hidden. It may indeed be related to the realm of calligraphy saints, but..."
"but what?"
Feng Qingyan asked.
"I always feel that there is something hidden behind it."
Although Master Ming was blind, he stared at the stele with the word "kill" and said, "In my book city, there are seven stele with the word "kill" in it. They are all erected in front of the saints. The world has no idea who erected them. In my book city,
There are no relevant records. However, the word "kill" is not that simple."
Master Ming sighed a little.
"Perhaps, if you thoroughly understand the secret of the Killing Stele, you will be able to open up the road to the Book Saint. It is precisely because I saw the Book Saint's Road from the Killing Stele that I became blind..."
"maybe."
Seal Qingyan Road.
What he needs to do now is to obtain the position of scribe, not to study some killing tablet.
If I have time in the future, I might come and take a look.
"Not interested in canonization?"
Master Ming was a little surprised.
It stands to reason that as long as a calligrapher knows the secret of the Killing Stele, he will be extremely excited and study crazily, observing and copying repeatedly.
But Feng Sheng was very calm and was not tempted by the killing monument.
The canonization is indeed a canonization, and it is indeed not comparable to ordinary people. Master Ming secretly praised it twice in his heart.
Since he had no interest in canonization, he didn't say much.
However, he was not interested in studying, but he was interested in taking a look, so he asked: "Master Ming, where are the other three killing monuments?"
"Which three?"
Master Ming asked.
Feng Qingyan then talked about the four killing monuments he had seen.
"Almost every book reader who comes to the bookstore will go and see the Qi Sha tablet." Master Ming said with a smile, "When I have time, I will take Feng Sheng to see it."
"Thank you Master Ming."
Seal Qingyan Road.
"What are you so polite about being a saint?"
Master Ming said, so he led the way, and soon he came to the fifth monument with the word "kill".
Feng Qingyan looked at it for a while, then went to the sixth monument with the word "murder". On the way, he said: "Master Ming, none of the seven monuments with the word "murder" are not in the city?"
"Not here."
Master Ming said.
After a while, the two came to the sixth killing monument.
The sixth killing monument is close to the bookstore, and there are many character monuments surrounding it, so you can see calligraphers everywhere.
After looking for a while, Feng Qingyan found nothing, so he went to the seventh killing monument.
The seventh monument of killing characters is located in the northwest of the book city. It is the farthest from the book city, so it is rare to see the book writer.
When Feng Qingyan saw the seventh monument with the word "kill", he frowned slightly.
He vaguely saw something.
In a trance, he seemed to see a dark and oppressive darkness. The darkness concealed seven stone tablets with a height of one hundred feet. The stone tablets were simple and unpretentious, with traces of the wasted years. There was a large bloody character on it, or a large character bleeding.
.
Countless blood flowed from the words and flowed down the stone tablet.
Bright red and bright.
Feng Qingyan blinked, and the stone tablet in front of him disappeared.
Is this an illusion?
However, just when he suspected that it was an illusion, the dark and oppressive darkness appeared again, and seven huge stone monuments were looming in the darkness.
On each stone tablet, there is a bright red word "kill", condensing a murderous aura that reaches the sky.
The murderous aura condensed into substance, like a big sword thrust into the sky.
And the blood is flowing from heaven.
"The way of heaven is unfair, you should be killed!"
A voice sounded from the stone tablet. There was no anger, no roar, no roar, just light, a little cold and ruthless.