"The dragon emerges from the water, the wild horse partes its mane, the immortal guides the way, the star chases the moon, the beauty looks back..."
Under the whirling weeping willows, Han Qing silently recited the name of the move in his heart, while waving his spear, using the Han family's spear skills passed down by his previous owner to a vigorous dance.
This set of marksmanship is said to have come from Wei Chigong, the famous general who founded the Tang Dynasty. It is so powerful that when you practice it to the point where you can enter a palace and enter a house, you can take the enemy's head among thousands of troops, just like picking out an object from a bag.
It is also said that Han Chongyun, the cousin of the grandfather of the previous owner of the body, the famous general who founded the Song Dynasty, used a long spear to rise from an ordinary soldier to the position of commander of the cavalry in front of the palace. Every time the horses are in front of and behind, the souls of the dead are everywhere.
Number of wins.
It is also said that when the battle at Gaolianghe was defeated, the chariot god of the Song Dynasty turned all the way for more than 200 miles. After calming down for a while, he did not cry for the soldiers who died in the battle, but cried alone for Han Chongyun, who had died five years ago.
Probably, if Han Chongyun had not died of illness and took the lead in charging into the battle with a gun, those Khitan soldiers would not have been able to withstand the full blow of the Song army. Not to mention, they actually took a bite back based on the terrain and weather!
Also, it is said that...
In short, there are many legends, and each one adds a lot of legendary color to this set of marksmanship.
Han Qing did not have enough historical knowledge to judge the authenticity of the above legend.
However, it has been proven through practice that the training effect of this set of marksmanship left to me by the previous owner of the body is absolutely first-class.
After practicing for several months, not only did his body shape become more and more in line with the health and aesthetic standards of future generations, but his energy also became more and more vigorous.
Even the eyesight and hearing have vaguely improved. From a distance of thirty meters, you can clearly see the facial features of the person coming and hear the footsteps of the other person.
"Inspection, inspection, wipe the sweat, wipe the sweat, be careful of the wind!" The person who came was the archer Zhang Fan. I saw him, first took the towel from the hands of Xiang Yong who was waiting next to him, and then came forward with a salivating face, saying repeatedly
Request, "Although it's already summer, the wind in the mountain is strong..."
"Just tell me if you have something to say, don't beat around the bush, annoying!" After spending time together, Han Qing knew that something was coming to him without having to guess. He quickly put away his spear, grabbed the sweat towel with one hand, and quickly wiped it on his half-naked body.
The skin, bronzed by the sun, shines brightly.
"The inspection is wise, I know I can't hide it from you!" Zhang Fan continued to sneer, and kept cupping his hands, his eyes filled with flattery, "I have a brother from my family who has read a few books and is arty. The house was built the day before yesterday.
I built a pavilion and wanted to ask the inspector to inscribe a plaque on it."
"I know I shouldn't bother you with this matter, so I refused directly at first, but I couldn't bear the old man at home talking about it every day." Lest Han Qing thought he was looking for trouble, he paused, bowed his body lower, and spoke.
His voice became smaller and smaller, "I really have no choice, so I'm shameless..."
"Bring a pen and paper over here!" Han Qing interrupted with a smile before he could finish, "It's just a few words, it's not a big deal. What's more, Han is not a famous calligrapher."
"Hey, hey..." Zhang Fan, the archer, was overjoyed and ran away swaying his butt. Not long after, he brought four local warriors he was familiar with and brought over a complete set of pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
Han Qing had just finished getting dressed. He walked to the stone table under the willow tree, took a few sips of herbal tea. Then he grabbed a pen, leaned over the paper, and asked in a low voice, "Does the pavilion have a name? Or is it me?
Just write whatever you want?"
"Yes, yes, it's called Lanyue Hall. Here, there is a couplet here. Please also give me a calligraphy treasure along with the inspection." Zhang Fan was already prepared. He took out another roll of mulberry paper from his sleeve and placed it on the stone table.
The top slowly unfolds.
"Write so much?" Han Qing frowned, but before Zhang Fan could respond, he began to splash ink. In the blink of an eye, all the words needed for the plaque and couplets were neatly written.
"Thank you, the inspector, for the calligraphy treasure. Thank you, the inspection inspector, for the calligraphy treasure!" Zhang Fan smiled broadly and bowed again, his joyful voice slightly changing its tone.
"You're welcome!" Han Qing smiled and waved, then, while admiring the words he had just written, he asked casually, "Is he really your brother? How much polish did he give you?"
"It's true, it's definitely not the fifth server!" Zhang Fan responded loudly without even thinking, "To polish my pen, he promised to give me two hundred coins..."
After the words came out of his mouth, he suddenly realized that he had let something slip. He quickly blushed and begged for mercy, "Inspector, I didn't lie to you. I really didn't lie to you. He is really my brother.
I, I didn’t intend to collect money, I was just a brother and I wanted to settle the accounts."
"Take half of it and buy wine for the brothers. Keep half of it for yourself!" As if he had expected that this man was exchanging his calligraphy for money, Han Qing casually glanced at him and announced smoothly, "Next time
Remember to collect four hundred copies. Although my calligraphy is not a famous one, I can't sell it too cheap. Otherwise, it will be difficult to raise the price with others in the future!"
"Hey, I got it, I got it!" I didn't expect that I could pass the test so easily. Zhang Fan wiped the sweat on his head and agreed repeatedly. "Next time, I'll hold back half the weight. If it's lower than this, I'll give it to you."
I will never agree!"
As a psychologically middle-aged time traveler, Han Qing didn't mind very much that his subordinates exchanged his calligraphy for money. However, he did mind that his subordinates didn't understand business. After thinking about it, he frowned and added, "Half
Don't agree casually. It's too easy to agree, and words are worthless! From now on, all of you combined, can only agree to two pictures per month. If there are more, just find a way to push it out yourself, and don't bother me.
."
"Hey, hey. I remember it. I will go with Wang Wu, Liu Wei and the others to inform them." Zhang Fan was stunned and quickly bowed to accept the order.
Some people don't talk about it at all.
Before Zhang Fan could stand up straight again, two archers, Wang Wu and Liu Wei, had already arrived hand in hand. From a distance, he greeted Han Qing and said, "My subordinate Wang Wu (Liu Wei) has seen the inspection!"
"
"Is something wrong?" Seeing that the two of them looked quite serious, Han Qing frowned and asked in a deep voice.
Although the Jinniuzhai Inspection Station is stuck on the trade road leading to Xiazhou, it is rare that more than two archers are usually required to lead the team.
Wang Wu and Liu Wei made an appointment to go to the backyard of the inspection station to find him. They must have encountered a problem that they couldn't solve on their own, or they didn't dare to make the decision.
"No, no, I just came here to report to the inspection."
"It's been a long time since I saw the inspector practicing martial arts. I thought I'd come over and broaden my horizons."
Contrary to Han Qing's expectation, Wang Wu and Liu Wei waved their hands repeatedly. Then they each raised their hands to scratch the back of their necks, but stopped talking.
"What's going on? If you have something to say, just say it, and if you have anything to say, let it go!" Han Qing immediately guessed that it was not a serious matter for the two of them to find her, so she glared at them and scolded them in a low voice.
"Hey, hey!" Wang Wu and Liu Wei were scolded, but their body movements and facial expressions became much more natural. They bowed one after another and asked in a low voice, "Inspection, Doujiabao's
Dou Lizheng celebrates his 40th birthday the day after tomorrow. I would like to invite the inspector to show his face by having a glass of wine at his house."
"Inspection, Liu Sicang from the Transportation Department has sent his personal book boy here and wants you to write a plaque on the gate of the grain depot over there. I don't know what you mean, so I asked the book boy to wait in the concierge."
"Dou Lizheng? I don't have any friendship with him, so where can I go to celebrate his birthday?" Han Qing became impatient after hearing this. She glanced at the two of them again and refused decisively. "Reply him for me, just say it."
I'm going to the county the day after tomorrow to meet with the county magistrate, but I really can't get away."
"The county magistrate, the county magistrate will also go to Doujiabao." Wang Wu reminded in a low voice with a bitter face, "Although Dou Lizheng has never been an official, his eldest son-in-law is by Zhang Tixing's side.
, became a clerk. Although you are not familiar with him, there is no need to refute his reputation."
"The largest of the four grain warehouses on Yongxing Military Road is located in Niutoushan, thirty miles away." Liu Wei quickly lowered his voice and explained to Han Qing, "Liu Sicang and us can be considered close neighbors.
.Normally, whether we are short of food or horse feed here, as long as the successive inspectors say something, Liu Sicang will help find a way to move some out for emergency use."
"Well -" Han Qing murmured in a low voice, and finally nodded helplessly, "Well, you agree for me first. When I have time, I will write two more words and ask them to be honest."
"Yes, inspection!" Wang Wu and Liu Wei got what they wanted, and they both clasped their fists and agreed.
Being disturbed by the two of them, Han Qing lost his mood to continue practicing martial arts. He waved his hand and ordered the few Xiangyong who were waiting for him. "Come here, close the stall. That's it for today."
Immediately, he picked up the spear and returned to the study.
Tired, really tired, not because of official duties and martial arts training, but because of more and more people coming and going.
If he had known that he would face such consequences, Han Qing would definitely not have stood up for Li Sheng and Yang Xu half a month ago.
Now it's good, the cheap brother Li Sheng and the fat boy Yang Xu have regained their dignity. They slap their butts and continue to go to Xiazhou for business. However, Han Qing himself has to stay and face the troubles after becoming famous overnight.
In the past fortnight, local scholars have come to me every now and then, uninvited, and asked him to correct the new words they had written.
There are also some arty and wealthy people who do not hesitate to go through seven or eight detours to ask for a "calligraphy treasure" from him. It is as if he has become a "master" in the 21st century, and every word is worth thousands of gold.
Oh my god, how can Han Qing know how to write lyrics?!
If he refuses to comment on the masterpieces of those scholars, others will think that he is too noble. But if he comments on them, how can he possibly express any true insights?
These days, I can barely cope with it all by relying on the speaking skills I honed while working as a divorce consultant in the 21st century. And although Ding'an County is only the size of a palm, I don't know where there are so many scholars who like to write lyrics.
Moreover, with the spread of the song "Linjiang Immortal", his reputation is getting louder and louder. In several nearby counties, there are already scholars who specialize in writing books and seek advice from him, hoping to make friends with him.
In addition, no matter how Han Qing looked at it, he didn't think that his handwriting was so good that demand exceeded supply.
Not to mention the four famous figures of Su, Huang, Mi, and Cai who have not yet been born, even Yan Zhenqing and Liu Gongquan of the Tang Dynasty, he could not catch up even if he lost his shoes.
The only advantage of his calligraphy is that it is very powerful.
But when did calligraphy only depend on strength? If according to the standard of strength, Yu Chigong and Qin Shubao's calligraphy are among the best, so what's wrong with Yan Zhenqing?
"No, after Dou Lizheng's birthday, I have to find an excuse to go out and hide for a while." Knowing that if he continued to pretend to be thirteen, his secret would be exposed sooner or later, Han Qing suddenly had an idea and made a decisive decision.
The starting point is ready. The Jinniuzhai Inspection Department is responsible for the public security within a few dozen miles. Now as the weather is getting better and better, there are more and more wild animals in the mountains. For the safety of passing vendors and local people, the Han Inspection Department has the responsibility
, and then led his archers and village warriors to clean up the beasts and poisonous insects in the mountains.
And for this reason, he went out to avoid the limelight without asking his superiors for instructions.
The official system of the Song Dynasty was complicated, and the inspection office was under the dual leadership of the superior inspection envoy and the county magistrate. The two leaders were humble to each other, and in fact no one would interfere with him.
While slowly planning the itinerary in her mind, Han Qing walked. Before the itinerary planning was completed, she had already returned to the study.
He hung the spear on the weapon rack and turned around to change his official robe. Then he raised his arm, but the voice of the archer Niu Ju sounded outside the door again, "Is the inspection here? The county seat..."
"Don't disturb me, I'll tell you something this afternoon!" Han Qing's thoughts were interrupted and he ordered angrily.
The giant cow slapped the horse's leg, but he didn't dare to complain. He responded in a low voice, "Yes!", and then added in a lower voice: "I have a letter from you, and it will be delivered to the county express store.
, specially sent someone to deliver it. I saw that the carp seal was very delicate, and must have been made by a woman..." (Note: Carp seal, a relatively sophisticated envelope in ancient times, was made of wood in the shape of a carp. So it is commonly known as carp seal.
.)
"Woman? Send me a letter?" Han Qing was dubious, opened the door, and took a wooden carp with a red ribbon from Niu Ju's hand.
Turning around and walking to the window, he opened the envelope to the sunlight and slowly took out two pages of white and fragrant letter paper.
It's a letter from everyone at Zi Ling via express delivery.
That day, with the song "Linjiang Immortal" by Yang Shen, the number one scholar in the Ming Dynasty, after beating Li Dezhao and running away, Han Qing and his colleagues had a lively drink in the Peony Pavilion for half the evening before they each found a place to rest.
.
When he returned to Jinniuzhai the next afternoon, he habitually forgot all the excitement. He never expected that the Ziling master would still remember him and find out where he worked.
When Xiao Yang Xu promised to pay for Zi Ling's ransom, Han Qing directly assumed that this person had never said it.
In the 21st century, persuading singing girls to be good is one of the four most boring things. Han Qing would never entertain such an idea.
As for the promises made at the wine table, whoever takes them seriously will be fooled.
However, even if you don't believe it, you can win the heart of a beautiful woman by just memorizing an ancient poem.
Han Qing still felt a little proud to receive the letter from the beauty.
Quickly unfolding the letter paper, he wanted to see what kind of love words would be written between men and women in ancient times.
The content of the letter was a new set of words that Zi Ling heard on her way back to Chang'an. At the time, she thought they were quite elegant, so she wrote them down and asked Han to review them.
A piece of paper. I am picking mulberry trees and trying on spring clothes on the street. The wind is clear and the sun is warm and languid. On the peach blossom branches, the orioles are singing, refusing to let people go home.
Two machines. Pedestrians immediately hesitated to express their intention. I couldn't bear to pay lightly, so I turned around and smiled, and returned among the flowers, just for fear of being known by the flowers.
Three machines. Wu silkworms have grown old and young swallows have taken flight. The east wind banquet is over in Cheung Chau Garden, and Qing Xiu is urging them to take advantage of it. The children and palace maids in the pavilion are about to change into dance clothes.
There are four machines. The hoarse voice is hidden in the frown. The weaving of hanging lotus seeds is easy, the flowers are easy to twist, the worry is difficult to control, and the pulse is as messy as silk.
Five machines. The horizontal pattern is woven with Shen Lang's poem. No one can understand the central sentence, which does not express sorrow or haggard, but only expresses lovesickness...
