The night road was miserable, the north wind howled, the shadows of the Nine-curved Stream shook the stars and the moon in the sky, and several majestic cliffs stood under the sky, like giants lying on the vast earth.
"Master Jiang, where is Zhizhi'an?"
Yuan Ziyi walked along the mountain road, his eyes full of novelty.
Jiang Wen's voice came from far away: "An abandoned Taoist temple. Bai Yuchan used to be the host. Recently, it has been abandoned due to disrepair and the Taoist priests have left. However, some people say that it is because it is haunted."
Yuan Ziyi's pretty face disapproved, "Ghost? Then I would like to see what a ghost looks like."
Jiang Wen shook his head and said: "It's not a green-faced and fanged evil spirit, it's just some weird things. The Taoist priests at Zhizhi'an said that when the time comes every night, there will always be all kinds of people who want to enter their quiet rooms, including men and women, and some.
Old and young, the door was banging."
After Jiang Wen finished speaking, he held his forehead a little helplessly, "If you ask me, there is no such thing as ghost in the world, it is just some unexplainable phenomena. If you don't read enough, it will be easy to believe in these weird things."
Yuan Ziyi said unconvinced: "It seems that Master Jiang has other ideas?"
Jiang Wen was puzzled, why did this woman always have trouble with him and argue about everything? He was obviously very polite and didn't want to provoke her anymore.
The four people walked through a bay of Jiuqu River with torches. There were many strange rocks on both sides of the river, and the cliffs were towering. It was a scene of dangerous mountains and calm waters.
Arriving in front of a huge boulder, Jiang Wen stopped and said to the three travelers in front of him who were about the same age as himself.
"Since you three are learning martial arts from me, I will give you a free cultural lesson today to let you know how powerful the physical education teacher is."
Jiang Wenqing held up the torch and approached the boulder, using all his strength to tear off the climbing vines, revealing the flat rock surface underneath.
When the three of them took a look, they found three poems carved deeply into the stone wall. They were still clearly legible after being hit by wind and rain.
"Come and take a look at these three poems. They were all left by famous people who lived in Wuyi in the past. Can you guess their identities?"
Jiang Wen raised the torch and led the three of them to look at the unnamed poem at the top of the stone wall.
"The fairy's house is full of heavenly fragrance, with a piano, a sword, and a cup of tea. The feathers are often smoky, so they don't offend the peach blossoms in the world."
The fonts on the cliff were forthright and arrogant, with the arrogance of celebrities from the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Yuan Ziyi read the poem softly, feeling that the fragrance of the purple clothes on his body was still strong, and he vaguely felt that Jiang Wen was taking advantage of him, but there was no evidence.
There was frost on her face, "Prince Xiang, who talks about fairies, mentions feather clothes, and has a dream full of goddesses and intentions, must be an arty guy."
These accusations made Jiang Wen, who was very shameless, stunned for a moment.
"This Tianxiang refers to the fragrance of gods in the sky, and also refers to the fragrance of Taoist priests worshiping gods. It does not mean the fragrance of heaven and the beauty of the country..."
Immortal Master Bai Yuchan's poems are about looking up at the clouds and mists on the peaks of Wuyi and feeling the works of the gods. Why did they come out so sloppily in her mouth?
Jiang Wen defended himself, then quietly moved the torch to the second poem.
"There are immortal spirits on Wuyi Mountain, and the cold current below the mountain is clear. If you want to know the strange and unique places, just listen to two or three songs."
This time it was Fu Ningdie who read the poem curiously.
Compared with the Suyi running script just now, this character is much easier to recognize. The structure of the font is heavy on the top and light on the bottom. The writing style is deep and fast. The muscles and bones of each character are prominent and strong. The spirit is particularly energetic, and it has the effect of a sharp sword formation.
potential.
Yuan Ziyi saw the word "immortal spirit" and vaguely guessed the mistake she made in speaking nonsense just now. After all, if two people in a row mentioned "immortal", they must be praising the deeds of immortals.
Fu Ningdie read it with her little face raised, and said affirmatively: "According to what my mother taught me, the words of this poem are simple, the rhymes are casual, and it sounds like a catchy barcarolle tune. It should be a happy mood."
It must have been written by someone in the feuding world."
Jiang Wen laughed loudly and hugged Fu Ningdie on his shoulders.
"Old Master Zhu Xi would be very pleased if he knew you spoke so highly of him."
If evaluated from an objective perspective, Zhu Xi was not only a master of Neo-Confucianism, but also a naturalist who deeply observed various natural phenomena. He had a strong desire to explore the origin and evolution of things.
That spirit of diligent pursuit has turned into the spirit of a fast sword in calligraphy, which is indeed amazing.
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As an illiterate young man who had dropped out of school, Hong Wending naturally could not participate in this discussion, but precisely because of this, he avoided falling into Jiang Wen's trap.
Yuan Ziyi and Fu Ningdie were greatly unhappy after they guessed wrong one after another. They formed a battle line with vague sympathy and said to Jiang Wen.
"You're bullying! You didn't tell us any premise, how could we possibly guess it accurately!"
Jiang Wen put his palms against the rough rock surface and said with a slow smile: "Blame me, blame me." This stone carving was made after three people, including Bai Yuchan and Zhu Xi, traveled to Wuyi in the Southern Song Dynasty and took a raft to overlook the king and Manting peaks.
There is only one poem left. Guess who wrote it?"
This time, Jiang Wen illuminated the words on the stone wall clearly and read them in a clear voice that was beyond Yuan Ziyi's expectation.
"The wind blows the sound of sheng and cranes on the mountain, and people in front of the mountain look at the screen of green clouds. Penglai is looking for the Yaochi Road in vain, not knowing that there is a curtain pavilion in the world."
This word is different from the previous two.
The calligraphy on the stone wall uses a center pen, and the stipples are all legal. The writing is smooth and free, rich and gentle, and the brushwork is slightly in line with Su Huang's legacy. There is no arrogance or wantonness, and there is an awe-inspiring and upright atmosphere.
"This poem..."
Yuan Ziyi pondered, secretly thinking that Bai Yuchan and Zhu Xi were two giants of Confucianism and Taoism, and the guests who could travel with them to Wuyi, singing poems, drinking, singing and expressing their love for the mountains and rivers, must also be leaders in the literary world.
Judging from the calm writing style of this well-written and well-written piece of writing, it seems that he must have been a famous figure in the Southern Song Dynasty court, perhaps someone with a clear voice like admonishing the imperial censor.
Yuan Ziyi and Fu Ningdie looked at each other. The two girls, who were completely different in age, had a sense of understanding and made roughly the same guess.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Before Jiang Wen could answer, Hong Wending, who was in a daze on the side, suddenly said: "Master, my disciple has different opinions - I think this poem was written by a famous military general.
hand."
This statement instantly attracted the two people's attention. Fu Ningdie quickly took Hong Wending's hand: "Wen Ding, please don't make random guesses. How could a warrior in the Southern Song Dynasty write such calm and square handwriting with his sword-carrying hand?"
Jiang Wen looked at Hong Wending with interest and found that his expression was particularly determined.
"Wen Ding, why are you so sure?"
Hong Wending replied calmly: "Master, I can't understand the handwriting and the difference between the poems, but I can understand this..."
His hand slowly stretched out and pointed at a crack in the stone wall.
I saw the first character "山" in this poem. The protruding vertical line was particularly long and slender. It was already embedded in three parts of the stone wall. Hong Wending touched it with his hand and spoke sincerely.
"This is not a mark made by a stonemason, but a mark made with the tip of an iron spear. It should have been made with a tiger's shooting step. The will, form and power of God are completely natural. Even my father cannot guarantee perfection. Only Zeng
Only heroes who fight on the battlefield have such profound skills!"
"What you said is both correct and incorrect. This poem was left by the layman Jiaxuan of the Southern Song Dynasty."
Standing in the night and gently touching the vertical line of the word "山", Jiang Wen first nodded, then slowly shook his head, and finally turned into a long sigh.
"That year, Xin Qiji, who was over 50 years old, was still actively preparing for the war against the Jin Dynasty, customizing military uniforms, recruiting young men, and training soldiers, and did not dare to slack off for a moment. At this time, Xin Qiji was still angry and worried about leaving tens of thousands of miles.
Years of Northland.”
"Unfortunately, the people in power at this time couldn't bear to talk about the Northern Expedition. Xin Qiji was attacked by admonishers and was demoted to this Wuyi Mountain to preside over Chongyouguan affairs."
"Xin Qiji, who had been away from home for nearly forty years, wanted to wait until the day he regained China, but could not show any intention to fight. Therefore, although this poem is diluted and unrestrained, it still cannot hide the blockage in his heart."
"When he saw that the stonemason was weak at carving words, he picked up the iron spear and pierced it into the mountain stone wall, but then put it down slumped, leaving only this deeply embedded mark.
"But you have to know that none of the twenty-eight characters in this poem are as good as this - after the word 'mountain' is added, the words carved on the stone wall are no longer words, they are all the words 'Kill the Thief' that Jiaxuan layman is determined to do in the Northern Expedition.