The characters on the calligraphy are unidentifiable ancient characters, and they are written on an abandoned corner of ancient history. As early as three years ago, Shui Qianyue invited people in the imperial city who were very knowledgeable about ancient characters to identify these characters.
However, it ended in failure. Since the characters could not be read, no one could discover the corner of ancient history.
So this signature should be a signature without any value.
However, Shui Qianyue did not throw away the calligraphy, because in her opinion, it was a gift from Qin Feng after all, a gift from one of her few friends. At the same time, this calligraphy also represented
She remembers that memory in her heart, a narrow escape from death, an extremely exciting and unforgettable memory.
She did not throw away the signature, and often looked at the signature, occasionally recalling the past that had a different color to her. It was precisely because she often looked at the signature that she discovered the secrets beyond the handwriting.
"The human and sword merge into one, the heavenly sword merges into one..." Shui Qianyue smiled slightly: "I once blamed you for refusing to teach me the sword technique of integrating the human sword into one, but I didn't expect that you would have given me the true meaning of the sword technique.
Got me."
Once upon a time, she met the young man at Kongsang Mountain. As soon as the young man made a move, she recognized that the young man's swordsmanship had reached the realm of human-sword fusion. She was very curious about how such a young boy could practice his swordsmanship to such a state.
.So she took the initiative to approach Qin Feng and pestered Qin Feng.
At that time, Qin Feng once said that there is no shortcut to the integration of man and sword, let alone indescribable... But who would have thought that after the two went through life and death in the ruins, Qin Feng actually copied the words on the ancient animal skins.
The true meaning of his swordsmanship is hidden in every word.
After three years of reading calligraphy and three years of practicing swordsmanship, her swordsmanship became more and more exquisite. Even the head of the Guiyuan Sect was surprised by Shui Qianyue's progress in swordsmanship. And the more she studied the calligraphy, the more she learned about the calligraphy.
The more I feel that the true meaning of the swordsmanship in the copybook is extraordinary, the more I feel how precious this copybook is.
Therefore, even most of the disciples of Guiyuan Sect felt that the foundation stone of the formation she gave to Wolong Mountain was too precious, even a little excessive. But she never felt that there was anything wrong with her behavior, but only thought that,
This is a courtesy exchange between friends.
Looking at the words quietly and thinking about the person who wrote these words, Shui Qianyue gradually became lost in thought.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. At the same time as the knock on the door, a gentle and loving voice came over: "Xiaoyue, are you in the room?"
Shui Qianyue suddenly came back to her senses, with a slightly panicked look on her face, because that voice was the voice of the leader of the Guiyuan Sect.
"I heard that Master has had some enlightenment during this period and has been immersed in practice. How could he have time to come to my place?" Doubting in his heart, Shui Qianyue hurriedly responded with a yes and immediately got up and opened the door, but he forgot
Just like every day for three years, I carefully put away the signature.
The door opened slightly, and a middle-aged man carrying a small purple clay pot came into view. The middle-aged man's expression was very gentle, and he did not have the majesty of a sect leader at all, and the purple clay pot in his hand was nothing special.
, but it made his whole person's temperament more simple and natural. He gave people the impression that he was just like those ordinary people in the Zongwai market who carry birdcages or tobacco bags all day long.
"Why, you don't want me to come in and sit down?" Jian Wanshan looked at Shui Qianyue who was blocking the door and said with a smile.
"How come, not only do you have to sit down, but you also have to sit for a while longer." Shui Qianyue took one of the sect master's arms affectionately, led him into the room to sit down, and then said with a smile: "I always have your favorite tea here.
I'll make some mountain green tea for you to drink."
"Okay, among my disciples, you are the one who understands me best." Jian Wanshan smiled so hard that he narrowed his eyes.
Understand? The leader of the Guiyuan Sect loves to drink tea. This is not a secret. Many people know this. But the understanding mentioned here is not understanding in the ordinary sense.
For example, what kind of tea does he like to drink, what kind of water should be used to brew the Mingshan tea he likes to drink, what kind of water temperature should be used to brew it, how many tea leaves should be put in a cup of tea, and how many times after brewing,
It's his favorite taste... Only Shui Qianyue knows these details, and only Shui Qianyue takes such care when helping him make tea. Therefore, he loves Shui Qianyue the most among all his disciples.
.That kind of love even exceeds his love for his own son.
Therefore, although Jian Wanshan was holding a purple clay pot in his hand, he put his own purple clay pot on the table, waiting for Shui Qianyue to make new tea for him. At the same time, he couldn't help but think to himself, if one day Shui Qianyue would succeed
After losing his daughter-in-law, I felt more at ease and drank the tea brewed by Shang Shui Qianyue every day. The taste... was really wonderful.
Shui Qianyue stood up to make tea. After Jian Wanshan placed his purple clay pot on the table, he naturally noticed the things on the table. There was a calligraphy on the table, but Jian Wanshan did not look at the calligraphy.
He didn't care about the calligraphy. Instead, what he cared about was a dressing mirror, a box of powder, and a small butterfly-shaped hairpin...
"It seems that this tomboy has finally grown up and started to care about some things that women care about. So, the day I have to wait for won't be too long, right?" Thinking of this, Jian Wanshan's face
His smile couldn't help but get thicker, and he was even happier than he had been a few days ago when he had occasionally understood the swordsmanship.
"Master, I heard that you have gained enlightenment in swordsmanship, wouldn't it mean that you are about to become a saint?" Shui Qianyue brought hot tea with a casual expression, but with a hint of congratulations.
"Hey, even though my teacher had already half-stepped into the threshold of the Saint Realm a hundred years ago, it is really that easy to become a Saint. A few days ago, I just realized some trivial gadgets." Jian Wan
Shan took the tea cup and said with a chuckle.
The taste is still the familiar one, neither bitter nor astringent, with a mellow and sweet taste. It is obviously the same tea and uses the same water, but Jian Wanshan feels that the tea brewed by Shui Qianyue is always so clean.
, as if all the bitterness has been removed, leaving only an unspeakable fragrance.
"I know you should brew it three times. After three times, the bitterness of the tea gradually disappears, leaving only the fragrance." At this point, Jian Wanshan squinted his eyes to taste the tea aroma, and continued: "I'm not afraid of you if I tell you.
It’s a joke, I’ve tried this too, and I’ve gone to many tea lovers’ places to drink this tea many times, but I never taste the same taste. So, I’ve always been curious about how this tea is brewed.”
Jian Wanshan loves tea. He has drunk countless types of tea in his life, but a person like this says that he does not know how to make tea, and even wants to ask for advice on how to make tea. If someone encounters this situation, he will probably panic.
I was flattered.
But Shui Qianyue has never been like this. This is not only because she is extremely favored, nor because she is a big-headed person, but because she knows very well that discussing tea with the master should be discussed with friends.
, there is no need to be too formal. So she naturally sat next to Jian Wanshan and said: "Master is good at tea ceremony and has tasted countless teas in his life. He is naturally more detail-oriented and serious about tea ceremony. I must make tea by myself.
At this time, it is necessary to warm the cup."
"Don't you have a warm cup?"
"Many times, warm cups are indeed more conducive to releasing the power of tea, but even if it is pure tea, why should we pursue the taste of the tea itself too much."
“If you don’t ask for taste, how can you get taste?”
"Tea is pure and natural. If it were natural, why would you need to warm the cup? Why would you let every tea leaf release all its flavors?"
"You don't need the tea leaves to fully release the flavor? Hmm... This seems unreasonable, but it also seems to make some sense."
"If the tea is light and elegant and does not want to reveal its fragrance, then why pursue fragrance? Let the tea release as much flavor as it is willing to release, why force it? This is tea, it is elegant, it is natural."
The master and apprentice did not talk about cultivation or swordsmanship, but they talked about tea very seriously. The sword master's brows sometimes raised and sometimes relaxed. When he heard the sentence "Don't force anything," he couldn't help but show his face.
A smile.
"Yes, you can't force anything. If you force it, it will be boring. Think of the snow flying in the Ice and Snow Palace, and you have toiled for more than 800 years to become a saint. If you can't become a saint, you can't become a saint... In this thousand-year life,
How painful and sad it is." Jian Wanshan said with a smile: "If I were as obsessed and as demanding as her, I'm afraid it would be hard to find peace and quiet at this time, let alone drink a cup of tea."
"If there is no opportunity, it is useless to force it. Master is not comparable to her." Shui Qianyue said sweetly, but when she said that opportunities cannot be forced, for some reason she suddenly thought of her trip to Wolong Mountain three years ago.
When you go to see someone but never see them, you can't help but feel a strange emotion in your heart.
Sect Leader Jian didn't know what Shui Qianyue was thinking. He just thought about some things in his mind that should be done naturally without forcing anything. The smile on his face became more and more prosperous.
But at this moment, while the two were chatting and laughing about tea, and the tea cup of Sect Master Jian was sometimes placed lightly on the table and sometimes picked up, an inconspicuous calligraphy was carried up by Sect Master Jian's sleeve robe.
A light wisp of the fan fell down.
Sect Leader Jian was very natural and easily reached out to catch the calligraphy before the calligraphy fell to the ground, and said: "I'm getting old, I'm getting old, these hands and feet are getting harder and harder to use.
I accidentally knocked down your things."
During the chat, the Sword Sect Master's tone was casual, his movements were casual, he lowered his head habitually, and his eyes were also casual when looking at the words on the paper.
However, just this very casual glance suddenly caused the calm and casual Sword Sect Master's expression to suddenly change. Each word on the paper, a combination of horizontal, vertical, strokes and strokes, suddenly penetrated like a sharp sword.
It pierced his chest, pierced his heart, and at the same time pierced the invisible door that stood between Nirvana and the Holy Realm!