Chapter Thirty [Only due to being in this mountain] 3
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Chen Chongshan said: "Your comments are so insightful. I guess you have a lot of calligraphy skills. Why don't you write a few words and let me, an old man, appreciate them!" Jiang is old and spicy. Chen Chongshan asked Zhang Yang to comment for a long time. He was very competitive.
His heart was lifted by him, he wanted to see if Zhang Yang was really capable, or if he was just an embroidered pillow who just talked the talk but didn't practice.
Zhang Yang said humbly: "How can I dare to do whatever I want when I've got pearls and jade in front of me!"
Chen Chongshan smiled and said: "It's just a discussion, no other ideas!"
Zhang Yang saw that it was difficult to refuse the warm hospitality, and he had already had the intention of showing off in his heart, so he nodded.
Chen Xue went to the room to get rice paper and pen and ink, and laid a felt pad on the stone table. After getting ready, Zhang Yang picked up the brush and slowly closed his eyes.
Chen Chongshan showed appreciation. He must know that if you want to write a good calligraphy work, you must be focused on it. It is especially valuable for young people to be able to do this.
In the eyes of Hong Ling and Chen Guowei, this guy was just showing off.
In Chen Xue's view, Zhang Yang has become more and more unfathomable.
From Zuo Xiaoqing's point of view, she was deeply worried about Zhang Yang. For some reason, she cared about Zhang Yang's honor and disgrace, and her success or failure. Among all the people, she was the most nervous one.
Zhang Yang finally opened his eyes, and he wrote an ancient poem on the rice paper - The champion faces the vast sea, with long flat wings and strong winds. The clouds and tigers fall into the formation, and the air embraces the dragon city rainbow. Traveling thousands of miles away, Hu
Luck has been poor for a hundred years. The stars have fallen when the soldiers are sleeping, and the battle has been completed in a bye. Yan Diao stopped fighting at night, and Xinjiao stopped and bowed his bow. The north wind neighed the horses, and Hu Shuang cut the dragon. The bright road is clear, and the quiet desolation says Yong Tong.
Fang went to Chang'an Residence to pay a visit to Jianzhang Palace.
Chen Chongshan saw the momentum and smoothness of Zhang Yang's writing, and already knew that the young man in front of him had extraordinary achievements in calligraphy. He looked carefully, and saw luan and phoenix floating on the rice paper, dragons and phoenixes dancing, and the words were written in one continuous line, like the endless stretch of the Yangtze River.
, although his writing power is slightly inferior to his own, his continuous and smooth writing style is unintentionally better than his own.
Hong Ling and Chen Guowei knew little about calligraphy, but even so, the shock Zhang Yang gave them was extraordinary, and Chen Xue was even more surprised.
Zuo Xiaoqing had a smile on her pretty face. She had seen so many miracles in Zhang Yang. Seeing Zhang Yang perform like this, she felt very happy in her heart, as if Zhang Yang's glory was her glory.
Zhang Yang finished the poem in one go. Based on their knowledge, Zuo Xiaoqing and Chen Xue could not remember who wrote the poem.
Chen Chongshan praised: "What a good calligraphy! What a friendly calligraphy for little ones!"
Zhang Yang said modestly: "The heat is worse than Mr. Chen by more than one or two points." What he said was the truth.
Chen Chongshan said with a smile: "For a good calligraphy work, writing power alone is not enough. That's why Wang Youjun spent his whole life writing ink, but only "Lanting Preface" stands out. As the little friend said, only the brushwork and writing power reach their peak.
Only when you make something can it be called a treasure."
Zhang Yang said with a smile: "This is not a treasure of mine, it makes me laugh!"
Chen Xuedao: "Although it cannot be called a treasure, I think it can definitely be counted as a top grade one!"
Zuo Xiaoqing also nodded and said: "The style of the two calligraphy seems to be the same, but if you look closely, there is still a big difference. The old man's calligraphy is vigorous and simple, like the strong pines on the cliff, and Zhang Yang's calligraphy is full of heart and soul.
, like the endless flowing water in the mountains.”
Chen Xue smiled and said: "Sister Xiaoqing said this, it really makes a big difference!"
Chen Chongshan nodded appreciatively and praised in a low voice: "It's really scary. An old man like me has stayed in the mountains for a long time, but I didn't know that the world outside has changed so much."
Chen Xuedao: "I have never seen where this poem came from!"
Zhang Yang looked at Chen Chongshan with a smile.
Chen Chongshan knew that Zhang Yang had some intention of testing himself, so he smiled calmly and said: "This poem is a little more remote, and the person who wrote it is a traitorous official, so it is normal that you don't know." He paused and explained: "
This poem comes from "Crossing the Fortress" written by Yang Su in the Sui Dynasty. We are only familiar with the poetry of the Tang and Song Dynasties. The Sui Dynasty is only a short-lived dynasty in history. Naturally, we are not as familiar with its history and culture as those of the Tang and Song Dynasties.
, but although Yang Su brought disaster to the country and the people, he still had some skills. He was a famous general of the generation, and he had a great contribution to the world of the Sui Dynasty. As a military general, he could write good poems, so he was considered to be both civil and military.
"
Only then did Zhang Yang truly realize Chen Chongshan's erudition, but he didn't know why such a learned man wanted to live in seclusion in the mountains.
It was still early, so Chen Chongshan took the initiative to take on the task of cooking and asked Chen Xue to take them to visit the bamboo forest behind the stone house. They were young people after all. After a short rest, they had all recovered their strength. The scenery of the bamboo forest behind was so exciting that they
Breathtaking.
Although Zhang Yang has been in Heishanzi Township for a long time, he has never really taken the time to visit Qingtai Mountain. He is also intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of him. No wonder Mr. Chen would live in this lonely mountain for a few days.
ten years.
Zuo Xiaoqing pointed not far ahead and said: "There seems to be a building there!"
Chen Xue explained: "There are abandoned stone houses there. When there were bandits in Qingtai Mountain in the past, that was their lair!"
Several people were aroused and asked Chen Xue to take them to the cottage to have a look. When they arrived, they discovered that only the ruins of the former cottage were left. Only some water cisterns and stone mills could show some traces of the past.
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Chen Xue added: "The truly beautiful scenery is the sunrise at Qingyun Peak. If you want to see the sunrise, get up early tomorrow morning and I will take you there."
Zuo Xiaoqing was the first to raise her hand. She has an almost fanatical obsession with nature. Chen Guowei and Hong Ling looked at the peak in the distance, but they both retreated in their hearts. Let's talk about it if we can get up tomorrow.
At night, Chen Chongshan lit a bonfire in the courtyard. After dinner, they sat around the bonfire, chatting and drinking tea. Chen Chongshan was extremely knowledgeable, starting from the history of Qingtai Mountain until now. Hong Ling could not stop yawning.
, but Zuo Xiaoqing listened with great interest.
When Chen Chongshan saw Hong Ling's look, he couldn't help but smile and said: "Go to bed early and let Xue'er take you to watch the sunrise tomorrow morning!"
Chen Chongshan's stone house has two rooms, inside and outside. The inside room was given to three girls, and they lived in the outside room. After making arrangements, they were preparing to sleep when they suddenly heard the sound of dogs barking outside.
Chen Chongshan was slightly startled. He put on his cotton-padded jacket, took down a double-barreled shotgun from the wall, and whispered: "You go to bed first, I'll go out and take a look!"
Chen Xue was a little worried and said: "Grandpa!"
Zhang Yang stood up and said: "I'll go with you so that there are multiple people who can take care of you!"
Chen Chongshan hesitated for a moment, then nodded and told Chen Guowei: "Secure the door! Don't go out casually. There are many wild animals in the mountains at night!"
Chen Guowei turned pale with fright.
When Zhang Yang walked out of the door, he heard Zuo Xiaoqing's concerned voice: "Zhang Yang, be careful!"
With a warm feeling rippling in his heart, Zhang Yang hummed softly and followed Chen Chongshan out of the stone house with a flashlight.
The moonlight was very good. Chen Chongshan motioned to Zhang Yang to turn off the flashlight and walked along the mountain road towards the bamboo sea behind the stone house. The sound of dog barking came from there. Halfway through, he saw a dark shadow running over quickly.
, walked in and saw that it was the big yellow dog raised by Chen Chongshan. Chen Chongshan patted the yellow dog on the head, and the yellow dog turned around and led the way for the two of them.
Chen Chongshan's solemn expression could be seen through the moonlight. Zhang Yang was vaguely aware of what must have happened. He asked in a low voice: "What happened?"
Chen Chongshan lowered his voice and said: "There is an ancient tomb in the Bamboo Sea. A group of people seems to have been eyeing this place recently!"
Zhang Yang nodded and followed Chen Chongshan along the steep mountain road toward the Bamboo Sea. The night was thick, and there was a sense of desolation in the silence. The mountain road was very rugged, and the night was like a big invisible net covering people's bodies.
People's hearts felt inexplicably heavy. The cold night wind whistled by, and the mountain forest let out a low sigh. From the direction of the bamboo forest, a flash of light shot out. Chen Chongshan stopped, convinced that the flash of light was just unintentionally directed towards them. This
Then he whispered: "Sure enough, someone is here!" His two thick gray eyebrows frowned together. He patted the big yellow dog's body and signaled the big yellow dog to stay here, and he and Zhang Yang quietly groped towards the bamboo forest.
Chen Chongshan has lived in the mountains and forests for a long time and is very familiar with every plant and tree here. Although Zhang Yang has martial arts skills, he also knows the need to conceal his strength. He will not take the initiative to expose his strength until a critical moment.
Woolen cloth.
The two men hid in the bamboo forest and looked forward through the gap. They saw a light shining in the middle of the bamboo forest. Four men were digging for something there. Chen Chongshan's eyes flashed with anger and he was about to draw his gun.
He rushed out, but was stopped by Zhang Yang, because Zhang Yang discovered that besides the two groups of people, there should be someone hiding here in the bamboo forest.
Zhang Yang's ears are extremely strong, and despite the interference of many sounds, he can still clearly grasp the steady breathing sound. The breathing sound is long and distant. This lurker must have martial arts skills. Zhang Yang follows the slight breathing sound, and the deep bamboo forest obscures it.
He caught his sight, and even though he was so arrogant, he still judged that the distance between the other party and them should be about ten meters.
Chen Chongshan didn't know why Zhang Yang stopped him. He wanted to ask, but saw Zhang Yang making a silent gesture.
The four men were still digging enthusiastically, when suddenly there was a shrill howl, and a black shadow rushed out of the bamboo forest like lightning, and came in front of the four tomb robbers at an alarming speed.
The four tomb robbers saw clearly that the man had white hair and could not see his true face. He was wearing a ragged black robe and suddenly appeared from the bamboo forest. He looked like a ghost, which scared the few tomb robbers.
The thief screamed and ran away from the bamboo forest, but the black-robed man moved faster and punched a tomb robber hard in the back. The tomb robber screamed and lost his balance and fell to the ground. Before he could get out of the way,
When he got up from the ground, the man in black robe stepped on his right arm. In the quiet night, he heard the sound of bones breaking, and the tomb robber's arm was broken by him.
Several tomb robbers were frightened to death, and they only wished that their parents had lost two legs. However, the man in black robe moved too fast, and he had already knocked down all three tomb robbers. The hands of the tomb robbers
The lamp was also thrown away in panic. The cold moonlight shone on the face of the man in black robe as pale as paper. There was no trace of life on his face. The four tomb robbers were so frightened that they forgot to resist and struggled to their knees.
On the ground: "Big... big... immortal... let... let us go... we will never... dare... again..."
"roll!"
When several thieves heard that the mountain ghost had let them go, they supported each other and ran out of the bamboo forest.
Zhang Yang didn't believe that this was some kind of mountain ghost. Judging from the actions and actions of the man in black robe, he must be a master. He really didn't expect that there were dragons and crouching tigers hidden in Qingtai Mountain.
The man in black robe suddenly turned around, looked at the direction where Zhang Yang and Chen Chongshan were hiding, and said coldly: "No need to hide, come out!"
Only then did Zhang Yang know that the other party had also noticed his presence, and a smile appeared on Chen Chongshan's stern face: "Brother Xinyi, I didn't expect that you are capable of pretending to be a ghost."
The mountain ghost then lifted up his white hair and skillfully tied it into a bun on the top of his head. He inserted a wooden hairpin into it and smiled: "I thought you, an old man, were already deaf and blinded, but I didn't expect that."
Such a little movement still alarms you." It turns out that this mountain ghost is actually a Taoist priest from Zixia Temple on the top of Qingyun Peak. His surname is Li Daoxinyi and his Buddhist name is Zixia Zhenren. He is also guarding the shabby temple by himself.
The Taoist temple and Chen Chongshan can be regarded as neighbors.
The reason why Li Xinyi dressed up as a mountain ghost to scare away the tomb robbers was mainly because he didn't want to cause more trouble. He scared them so much that these tomb robbers never dared to come again.
Zhang Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It would be best for this matter to end like this. After all, Chen Chongshan lives here alone. If he comes forward to offend these tomb robbers, he may attract revenge in the future. Pretending to be a ghost is always the strength of a Taoist priest.
Li Xinyi almost deceived Zhang Yang and the others by pretending to be a mountain ghost just now. Zhang Yang thought of Li Xinyi's ruthless attacks. Although it might have been more excessive if it were him, but think about it, Li Xinyi is a monk after all. Why is he a monk now?
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