In the room, Wang Xu was writing, and accompanied by the sound of eagles, the ingot fell on the window sill.
He looked up and saw that Yuan Bao was still holding a piece of paper in his talons. He took the paper off and saw that there was a Chinese character "eagle" written on it.
"This word!"
Wang Xu's eyes narrowed, and before he could look at it again, the paper flicked and fell to the ground.
The next second, the eagle character on the rice paper seemed to come alive, fluttering its wings and flying high, breaking through the obstacles of the rice paper and turning into a real goshawk spreading its wings.
Yuanbao was not willing to lag behind, and chased away while letting out a cry.
The two birds were chasing each other in the air, and the eagles were chirping. Wang Xu was stunned to see them.
After a while, Yuanbao got tired of playing, so he flew down from the air and landed on the scaffolding to drink water.
The paper eagle followed suit and landed on the scaffold, imitating the gold ingot to peck at the clear water in the bowl.
The moment the bird's beak touched the water, the paper eagle was shocked and turned into a pool of thick ink, which merged into the water bowl and dyed the clear water in the bowl an ink color.
"Bah!" Yuan Bao flapped his wings and widened his eagle eyes at a loss.
With its intelligence, it couldn't have imagined how its playmate just disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"With one stroke, decay can be transformed into magic. This is the calligraphy treasure of a great Confucian scholar!"
Wang Xu looked at the blank rice paper on the ground. In the entire Confucian world, there were only about 300 great Confucians. They were scattered across the land of Kyushu, and not even one of them could be found in one government.
There is no great Confucian of its own in Jinshan Mansion. The only one who can be called a great Confucian is Xue Mushan, who lives in seclusion in Sanjian River.
Before, he was still thinking about how to use the ingot to lure Xue Mushan out. Unexpectedly, the little guy completed the task by himself before the plan was implemented.
"Plans are not as good as changes. Through these words, I will recommend myself."
Wang Xu withdrew his gaze, walked quickly back to the room, picked up his pen and ink, and started writing.
He first wrote the character "eagle" in Yan style, but then he felt it was not beautiful.
The calligraphy in Yan style is strong, broad and majestic. The pen is used to hide the head and protect the tail, mainly hiding the front. It looks majestic, but it is not suitable for his age.
After thinking about it, he changed to the thin gold body. The thin gold body was created by Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. His brushwork is vigorous, his intention is natural, ethereal and misty, without losing the fairy spirit.
But after writing it, Wang Xu felt that it was too ethereal.
Weizong of the Song Dynasty was a famous Taoist emperor who claimed to be the Taojun Emperor. He had three major hobbies in his life: writing poetry, calligraphy, and alchemy. He dreamed of ascending to heaven in the daytime.
His calligraphy is beautiful, but because he is devoted to seeking immortality, it lacks the weight of ordinary people in this world.
Xue Mu, who was a Shangguan and censor of Zuodu, had to resign and return to his hometown due to the failure of the party struggle. He lived in seclusion in Sanjian River for these years, waiting for the opportunity to come back. I am afraid that his calligraphy, which is about to go away, will not win his favor.
After all, if he had the intention of riding the wind and not thinking about the world, Xue Mushan would have gone home and raised cattle long ago.
He is hiding in the city, maybe he wants to make a comeback. His thin golden body looks too fairy-like, and taking it out may be counterproductive.
"The ancients used words to compare people. Although the saying that words are like people is inappropriate and has no scientific basis, even in modern times, good calligraphy can make people wow people and add three points of popularity to them. Xue Mushan is
Calligraphers, I want to take him as my teacher and I must impress him with my calligraphy. Although the thin gold style is good, it does not meet my expectations. The most suitable one for me should be... the willow style!"
Among the four masters of regular script, Ouyang Xun's Ou style in the Tang Dynasty, Yan Zhenqing's Yan style in the Tang Dynasty, Liu Gongquan's Liu style in the Tang Dynasty, and Zhao Mengfu's Zhao style in the Yuan Dynasty are known as the only four throughout the ages.
Among them, Liu characters are balanced, thin and hard, with a tight structure and strong bones.
Emperor Muzong of the Tang Dynasty once asked Liu Gongquan how he practiced calligraphy. Liu Gongquan replied: "When you use the pen, your heart is in your heart, and when you write, your mind is in your heart. If your heart is right, your pen will be correct, and if your intention is in mind, your spirit will be there."
After hearing this statement, Emperor Mu Zong of the Tang Dynasty was moved and praised others: "Liu Gongquan's calligraphy is majestic and upright. Looking at it, the calligraphy must be like the person he is, upright and upright."
Affected by this, Liu Gongquan rose up through the ranks and held the position of first-grade crown prince and Taibao. After his death, he was posthumously awarded the title of crown prince and Taishi.
His words give people a sense of righteousness and awe-inspiring, and from a distance, he looks like an iron-clad civil servant.
Xue Mushan's party and government failed, and he had to hide in the city, hoping that one day he could be recalled by the current emperor.
I'm afraid that in his heart, he is such an unyielding civil servant who is criticized by sycophants.
Wang Xu spread out the rice paper, closed his eyes to contemplate for a while, and then picked up his pen to write.
The entire word was written in one go. After writing it, Wang Xu dried the ink on the paper, stacked the rice paper with Xue Mushan's blank rice paper, and tied it to Yuan Bao's leg with a copper pipe.
"Go and return this calligraphy to the old gentleman." Wang Xu stroked Yuan Bao's feathers and fed it two more pills.
After swallowing the elixir, Yuan Bao nodded miraculously, fluttered his wings and flew high.
Sanjianxi...
Sanjian River is six hundred miles away from Jiuquan Town. After all, Yuanbao is not a monster. It will take an hour to fly out six hundred miles away.
It was almost evening when Yuan Bao arrived at Sanjian River.
The great scholar Xue Mushan was studying the Doctrine of the Mean in his thatched cottage. The Doctrine of the Mean, which he had read with gusto in the past, had no taste today for some reason.
Phew!!
While thinking wildly, Xue Mushan suddenly heard the cry of an eagle in his ears.
He looked up and saw that the silver-eyed golden-winged eagle he saw at noon had come back again and was falling from the sky, standing on the window sill looking at him.
"Um?"
Xue Mushan's eyes narrowed, he looked at the copper pipe tied to Yuan Bao's feet, and whispered: "Little guy, it turns out you have a master!"
Yuanbao flapped its wings and shook the copper tube tied to its feet.
Xue Mushan saw it and took the initiative to come over and help him untie the copper pipe.
To the eye, there is something stuffed inside the copper pipe, like a messenger eagle delivering a message.
Looking up at Yuan Bao, Xue Mushan took apart the copper tube out of curiosity.
Inside the dismantled copper tube, there were two pieces of rice paper stuffed inside. When shaken open, one piece of rice paper was blank, while the other piece of rice paper had the word "eagle" written on it.
"interesting!"
Xue Mushan smiled. The rice paper he used was brought from the north and was slightly different from the rice paper from the south.
Others couldn't see this difference, but he could see it clearly. He could easily identify the blank rice paper as the one where he wrote the word "eagle".
Now, the word "eagle" on the rice paper has disappeared. The owner of the silver-eyed golden-winged eagle even wrote a word "eagle" and sent it to him.
He knew without thinking that the word "eagle" on the rice paper must have flown away. The owner of the silver-eyed golden-winged eagle was so sorry that he wrote a word "eagle" to compensate him.
With this thought in his mind, Xue Mushan picked up the rice paper and looked at the eagle character.
This character is inconspicuous at first glance, but reveals something extraordinary upon closer inspection. It is different from any other font today.
The more Xue Mushan looked at it, the more he liked it. In the word "eagle", he could vaguely see the epitome of himself and the pride of a literary man.
"Good calligraphy. I didn't expect that the small Liyang County is also home to hidden dragons and crouching tigers. There are such unique calligraphers." Xue Mushan nodded in praise while spreading out the rice paper and started writing.
After a few strokes, Xue Mushan dried the ink, stuffed the rice paper into the eagle ring of the ingot, and said, "Go and bring it to your master."
Yuan Bao cleaned his feathers and remained unmoved.
When Xue Mushan saw it, he smiled slightly, put a pen on Yuan Bao's head, and wrote the word "Zhi" in a flowing and flowing manner.
As soon as the word Zhi came out, it turned into smoke and drifted towards Yuanbao, and was sucked in by its few breaths.
After absorbing this word "Zhi", Yuan Bao's eagle eyes gained a bit of human joy. After an excited hawk cry, he spread his wings and flew high into the night.
"The Master said, "It is not right to learn and practice from time to time." The Master said..."
At night, Wang Xu was reading the Analects of Confucius. When he heard the sound of wings flapping, he knew that Yuan Bao was back.
Before he could open the window, there was a knocking sound outside the window.
Looking through the moonlight, a goshawk was standing outside the window, nodding its head like a human being and tapping the window with its beak.
"Who taught it?"
Wang Xu was very surprised. In the past, if Yuanbao couldn't come in, he would cry like crazy outside.
If you don't open the window for it for a long time, it will even break the window and break in. Wang Xu said several times but could not get rid of its problem.
What happened today? Yuanbao actually didn't make any noise or make a fuss, and even knocked on the window to remind him. It's really strange things happen every year, especially this year.
Crunch...
Opening the window, the ingot flew around the house and landed on the scaffolding.
Wang Xu glanced at the eagle ring on its feet, and just as he was about to pick it off, Yuan Bao pushed it away with his wings. After pushing it away, he stretched out his wings.
"What do you mean?" Wang Xuman was surprised.
Yuan Bao saw that he was motionless and jumped on the scaffold angrily. After waiting for a while and seeing that he still didn't respond, he lowered his head and touched his hand with his beak.
Wang Xu spread his hand and showed it to Yuan Bao to see.
Seeing that there was nothing in his hands, Yuanbao Ying's eyes flashed with disappointment, and he buried his head in his wings and ignored him.
Hey, it's really amazing. Wang Xu can't even laugh or cry.