The sudden change made Murong Fu unable to recover for a while.
After careful consideration, it is in line with the Xiaoyao sect's style of conduct. Respecting people based on martial arts is the custom of low-level disciples of the Beggar Clan. There are many elegant scholars in the world who have a heart for music and a courage for swords, and who sing in the mountains and forests, such as the eight friends of Hangu who are members of the Xiaoyao sect.
He is a typical representative. Thinking about Gou Du, one of the eight friends, who seems to be crazy but not crazy, and is both crazy and wise, it is not difficult to imagine how their master Su Xinghe taught them.
He stopped his cup, cleared his chopsticks, and walked to the riverside, deep in thought.
At this time, the setting sun has fallen, and the rays of light are all over the river. The summer breeze blows on people's faces with the unique dryness of the north, which refreshes people's spirits. The wind blows on the sleeves, and there is a sound of hunting. Thousands of miles of water waves, turbid waves are overwhelming, and a stream of water is like
The chain connects the heaven and the earth. The sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and trees seem to be a huge cage at this moment. In the cage are all living beings, and the long years.
In the distance, a boatman struggled to support the raft. Under the huge waves, the small boat seemed so fragile that it could not even hold up a wave. However, the boatman just tapped the bamboo pole in his hand twice and easily jumped from one wave after another.
He stayed away from the waves. Although the wind was strong and the waves were rough, the boatman took a leisurely stroll.
The evening breeze brought a piece of lyrics sung by a boatman, and the old voice sounded a bit sad in the night wind.
"Both the northern and southern capitals are not closed, and the spring and autumn are spent on both sides of the Yellow River. There is no need to be afraid of heavy rain and strong winds. I am obsessed with the waterscape and my heart is at ease."
Su Xinghe's eyes narrowed, like an old cat in the winter sun. In the past few decades, he had been living like a shrunken quail. He had seen the waves on the top of Leigu Mountain countless times, and it brought him great joy.
There are only complaints and worries.
He asked whether it was really difficult for Murong Fu, a martial artist, to write and write. After all, how much energy can a person have in his life? It is not easy to master hundreds of schools of martial arts, so how can he put more effort into quitting his job?
Murong Fu smiled, but did not feel embarrassed. Although Su Xinghe pointed out his identity as a copycat, he had no intention of taking advantage of others' beauty from the beginning.
But after all, it is a bit regretful. In this situation, it would be great if Kang Guangling could have this group of disciples here. In the past, he had no choice but to expel these disciples from the sect. I don’t know how he has lived these years.
What's going on? Except for Xue Laowu, there is no news at all about the others.
"Senior brother is right. The author's identity is indeed not that of a bad scholar, but he can still be regarded as a down-and-out scholar. There are twists and turns that my junior brother cannot describe."
Just kidding, you can’t say that the author was born four hundred years later, right?
Fortunately, I didn't take out "It's still up to now", otherwise the little old man would be so scared that he would pee?
It was really hard for him to explain to the little old man. After all, Su Xinghe's name as "Mr. Smart Bian" was more real than his own, Nan Murong. It was really not easy to fool the little old man. He had to put his hands behind his back and blow in the evening breeze.
, as if thinking.
After about a cup of tea, Su Xinghe smiled and said: "Junior brother, I sincerely invite you, why are you teasing me?"
Murong Fu raised his eyebrows: I have to say that the young man's vision is extremely vicious. In just a few words, he analyzed the whole matter to a close. Indeed, Yang Dacai, the son of a famous minister, was admitted to the imperial examination at a young age.
From every aspect, it has nothing to do with a down-and-out scholar.
Murong Fu asked in surprise: "Senior brother, what do you mean?"
The rolling water of the Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure, are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunsets are red several times.
Su Xinghe said in surprise: "Is there really a fairyland in this world? Yes, such wonderful words can only be written by an immortal who has seen through the wind and moon in the world."
When he came, he said leisurely: "Senior brother, if I say that there is a fairyland in this world, do you believe it?"
Then he moved his chopsticks like the wind, pouring his strong internal energy into the chopsticks, and the hard mountain wall was easily cut open like a piece of soft tofu. The stone chips flew away with the evening wind. After a cup of tea, two lines of fifty-four characters were formed.
Iron hooks and silver paintings suddenly appeared on the mountain wall.
Su Xinghe came closer and watched intently, without saying a word for a long time.
Seeing that Murong Fu was silent for a long time, he thought that the topic he talked about had embarrassed the other person, so he quickly smoothed things over: "In the past, the great scholar Su Dongpo wrote the word "Nian Nujiao" in Chibiji, Huangzhou, and Jiang Shan wrote it. Single Road to the Three Kingdoms
Zhou Lang alone has written about the affairs of celebrities throughout the ages. Brother Yu thinks that he should be the number one in chanting history throughout the ages. Junior brother can take advantage of Su Xueshi's influence and imitate it into a single word, wouldn't it be beautiful?"
After finishing the article, Murong Fu threw away his chopsticks and said, "Brother, please read it!"
Su Xinghe shook his head: "Although the meaning of this poem is simple, the artistic conception it contains is extremely broad and grand. In just over fifty words, it can describe the heroic events of the ages. It takes a lot of ups and downs to understand the world's fame and wealth.
It was only later that it was possible to write such a word. Although the artistic conception of the word "Niannujiao" by Xiao Su is quite similar to that of "Linjiang Immortal" by his junior brother, it is still inferior. Such a word could not have come from a
It is not the mouth of a scholar. Even Huang Chao in the late Tang Dynasty, and Luo Yin just mentioned, are just resentful and expressing dissatisfaction, far from the see-through indifference in this word."
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the riverbank is used to looking at the autumn moon and the spring breeze. They happily meet each other over a jug of wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are laughed at and talked about.
Murong Fu smiled slightly: "What senior brother said reminded me of the experience of a poor scholar in my hometown in the past. He was quite talented in his life, tried too hard and failed to succeed, and lived between Chu and Han. Recalling the bitter hardships for many years, he finally
I wrote down the word Erque at Jiangyinkou. Junior Brother felt that it had a profound meaning at the time, so he recited it silently. I will write it down silently today to make Senior Brother smile."
He paused, then smiled and said: "Senior brother at first thought that this poem was written by my junior brother. After all, it fits the scene in front of me, but after thinking about it, it is wrong after all. Junior brother is young and promising, just when the spring breeze is triumphant, the fat horse is light, and the
How could he go through all kinds of things and take a boat trip across the five lakes? There is another author of this work. But my senior brother has just searched through the dry intestines, and I really can’t find an author with such a demeanor among the famous people in the past."
After saying this, he twirled his goatee and said with emotion: "What a pity that such a great talent is unknown!"
As he spoke, he picked up a pair of silver chopsticks on the table, walked to a mountain wall, and wrote the first three characters with chopsticks instead of writing and stone with paper:
Linjiangxian
Murong Fu:???
This is okay, don’t you question it?
Seeing Murong Fu's surprised look, Su Xinghe smiled and said: "Junior brother, my Xiaoyao sect is a branch of Taoism. What we cultivate is a mind-nature, which is different from that of ordinary people in the world. It cannot be inferred by common sense."
He looked around, as if to make sure there was no one around: "Master once mentioned that the supreme martial arts of our Xiaoyao sect is a technique called "Emperor's Six Qi Jue". According to the master,
Your Majesty said, the founder of our Xiaoyao Sect relied on this technique to travel around the world and become an immortal."