Chapter 187 Thirty-six: Gift to the ink

On November 12th, two days before the heavy snow, a group of literati entered Bishuixuan in the east Shentaofang, Yujing City.

Bishuixuan is standing at the height of the flying building, looking east at the head of the Xuan, and her eyes can cross the city wall to see the Donghe River. According to legend, there was a god who was in the world who had no name. He had a great time drinking in this pavilion, grabbed the peddler's bag and painted the Donghe River on the wall, and drew it straight into the Donghe River, making the water of the Donghe River surging, thousands of green waves, and even the vast sea of ​​waves. This Bishuixuan became famous because of this.

To this day, people still use five-color bags to sell them to customers during the banquet. Although the price is much more expensive than those in Daxiangguo Temple, with the three-point fairy spirit, people can also make people generously donate.

Xie Ningzhi had already sat in the sacred with his friends, and the other tables in the sacred house were almost filled with people, including the handsome guys in the elegant festival in Xinyuan and the nobles of Yujing City. In this Bishuixuan poetry meeting, Xie Ningzhi only invited three or five fellow men. Although the Chulou Xiushi posted a post to invite Li Dan to the banquet, no one knows that the so-called banquet had the meaning of comparison.

Li Dan's reputation in Xinyuan Ya Collection was not good, but as long as someone with some intelligence thought about it, he would know that he was not a mediocre person. After all, Mo Xianren is a famous artist in calligraphy and painting. How could he easily appreciate a young man?

But after noon in Xuanzhong, Li Dan did not show up.

Everyone couldn't help but feel a little anxious, especially Wei Chengjun, the daughter of the Minister of Rites sitting in the southeast corner of the Xuan, who was even more anxious. Although he was holding a bowl of Wuwei Soup, he didn't drink it. He kept rubbing the edge of the bowl with his fingertips, and looked at Xie Ningzhi in the northeast corner, and from time to time he looked at the girl in white sitting facing the window in the west of Bishuixuan. After hesitating for a while, he got up and walked over.

Jiang Ruzheng talked to his friend about the Xuanmen Seal Method, but was approached by Wei Chengjun, so he left his friend for a while and left Wei Chengjun with him, and leaned on the railing to face the slightly cold west wind at the height.

After a few greetings, Wei Chengjun turned around and looked inside the Xuan and said softly: "Wuhuo, how much do you know about Li Dan?"

Jiang Ruya looked at the small market below, and when she heard this, she remembered the demons and ghosts in Xinyuan. She pondered for a while and shook her head.

Wei Chengjun sighed lightly, "I have met him once, and this person is indeed as rumored, not easy to talk to."

Jiang Ru's eyelashes moved, and she turned her head to look at Wei Chengjun, "What are you going to do with him?"

"Call him for ink." Wei Chengjun's ears were slightly red, "Didn't Xie Lang want that purple jade light?"

Jiang Ru was slightly stunned. As the daughter of the Minister of Rites, what impressed Li Dan the most was the relationship between her father. Judging from Wei Chengjun's reaction, Li Dan should have refused.

"He will not give up the purple jade light."

"Um."

"It would be better if I didn't give up." Jiang Ru smiled.

Wei Chengjun frowned and said in confusion: "Why?"

"Xie Ningzhi not only asked Mo, but also wanted Mo Xianren to know that he was not weak with others." Jiang Ru looked into the pavilion, "If you intervene, you will humiliate him."

Wei Chengjun was stunned. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that Jiang Ru was right. He couldn't help but look red. He felt a little scared in his heart. He thought to himself that it was thanks to the fact that he didn't make a mistake. He said with a voice like a mosquito: "Thank you for the reminder."

Jiang Ru looked at Wei Chengjun's appearance and wanted to laugh a little, and then sighed in her heart: "You can't get rid of the girl."

The two of them said a few more words and returned to the Xuan.

Li Dan has not shown up yet, and Wei Chengjun looks at the main entrance of Bishuixuan from time to time.

"Miss, eat some apricot." The maid gave Wei Chengjun the kerneled apricot dried meat and snorted softly, "That man must be stage frightened and dare not come."

"If you are really stage frightened, that's fine." Wei Chengjun took the apricot jelly and thought to himself that Xie Lang wanted to make a splash with the purple jade light, but at the moment, Li Dan, who had the purple jade light, did not dare to invite him. Xie Lang used the luxuriant life to leave a picture of ink in this Bishuixuan. Even if he didn't get the better purple jade light, his reputation would be even higher by Li Dan, who was stage frightened. Thinking of this, Wei Chengjun felt a little relaxed and ate the apricot jelly.

The thin sun shadows in the wind and snow gradually moved westward, not long after, and half past noon.

The wine and food in the table had been replaced, but Li Dan was still missing. Not only Wei Chengjun, but most of the people in Xuan also felt that this person would not come again.

Everyone was very disappointed, but Xie Ningzhi was not arrogant or impatient. While drinking with his friends, he talked about the mysterious Taoism. The drinking method he played with his friends was extremely difficult. The third word he had to write the poem was "snow". The second sentence not only had to be true, but also had to use the allusions from the previous Taoist scriptures. It was difficult for ordinary people to read the Taoist scriptures through it. However, these people read all kinds of rare allusions at will, which made others secretly amazed.

After drinking for three rounds, one of them smiled and said, "It seems that Ningzhi's words are so overrepresented by Li Dan."

Xie Ningzhi shook his head and smiled. Although he was unwilling to be taken first by Li Dan, he really had the intention to make friends with Li Dan. He looked at the door without any trace, with a slight disappointment in his eyes.

"No matter what he does, he will welcome him when he comes, and it's fine if he doesn't come." Another person said, "I'm tired of drinking, so you might as well write another poem about the painting of Bishuixuan."

"Since it was Liu Lang's suggestion, I naturally want Liu Lang to come first."

"Then I'll show my ugly face first." The Taoist named Liu blushed and smiled. He looked at the surging vast sea map on the west wall of Bishuixuan. He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, and then chanted: "Drunk in the high building, the clear water fills the head of the Xuanxuan. There is no trace of the gods, and the blue feathers are left." After saying that, he smiled and said in a daze: "This poem is rough, brothers, don't make fun of it."

"Where do you mean?" someone else laughed and said, "Poetry is good, but Liu Lang is already drunk."

For a moment, everyone drank and wrote poems.

The Liu Lang became more and more energetic as he got drunk. After his friend finished chanting a poem, he suddenly caught a long sword, jumped to the side of the building and danced the sword, and sometimes stepped onto the railing, facing a hundred-foot dangerous building. The wind and snow whistled, and the shadows of the tower looked like long whales. The Taoist priest was like a rolling pan in the west wind, staggering. The people in the pavilion saw it in a thrilling and exclaimed in surprise.

Xie Ningzhi and others just smiled and were not worried. Although the Taoist, although he was drunk and dancing wildly in a sword, he never fell downstairs. When he returned, he attracted a burst of cheers.

A Xielu Lang here immediately wrote a song about Yuefu for him, called "The Sword Song of the Bright Water".

This song of Yuefu made the atmosphere in the Xuanquan. Xielulang smiled and said, "I heard that Xie Lang had received the brilliance of the Immortal Immortal a few days ago. In the past, the old man scattered flowers threw his pen into the ground and turned into flowers. Now Xie Lang used this brilliance to write. I wonder if he could brilliance in his pen?"

Xielulang's words aroused everyone's response. In the face of public affection, Xie Ningzhi smiled slightly but did not refuse. He had already made plans to make an exception in Bishuixuan.

At this time, a voice came from the upstairs: "Xie Lang."

The sound was crisp, soft, and not high, but it passed through the noise. Xie Ningzhi raised his eyes and saw the railings upstairs. After he stood a girl in red, his eyes narrowed, and saw a mirage around her. He suddenly felt confused. Is this a god or a demon? Then, he saw the yellow silk hanging around the girl, and four more words appeared in his heart: "Long Tao Fu Shu."

Everyone's eyes also followed Xie Ningzhi's head, and the girl in red said behind the railing: "Please move Xie Lang, my grandson invites you."

Xie Ningzhi said: "Who is it? Why not come and drink?"

"It's not that my Alang is not incompatible, but it's really inconvenient." Hong Yao smiled slightly, "Can you ask Xie Lang to come over and talk?"

There was some vision in the venue. When he saw Long Tao Fushu, he knew that the girl in red had an extraordinary origin. Although Xie Ningzhi did not know the identity of the inviter, he did not know the past talk, so he left his friend and went upstairs with the girl in red.

Walking through a corridor, Hong Yao led Xie Ningzhi into a Xuanmen. Xie Ningzhi entered the door and saw a young man in green robe standing under the red window and looking at him.

"I haven't shown up for a long time, but it turns out that I'm already in the Bishui Pavilion." Xie Ningzhi smiled slightly and walked to the table. "The ghost picture I drew in Xinyuan that day, I can't forget for a long time. Who is the master of the painting skills that I don't know?"

Li Dan looked at him and did not answer. A strange feeling arose in Xie Ningzhi's heart, "Why don't you speak?" As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows suddenly. The Li Dan in front of him was not like a living person.

At this time, I suddenly realized and looked at it carefully. Where was Li Dan? His hair, facial features, and green robe were all made of paintings!

But it is strange that no matter how realistic this painting is, it is not a living person, and his eyes cannot move or breathe. Xie Ningzhi is already a perfect way, and these flaws can be seen through at a glance. He can also sense the disturbed aura of a living person. How could he be deceived by a painting?

But after he entered the door, he completely regarded the person in the painting as Li Dan. He said something to the person in the painting before he realized it.

Even if the human body and spirit in the painting are the same as those of real people, they will never be able to achieve this. The person who paints has a skill that is close to Tao.

Xie Ningzhi even thought that if he could go further, the person in the painting would be able to really go outside the painting.

I wonder if Xu Zhonghao, Zhou Hanzhen, Master Jiuxiang, and the three divine masters of the world can draw to such a level?

Xie Ningzhi was stunned for a while, looked at Hongyao, and murmured: "Didn't Li Lang come?"

"My Ah Lang said that there is no first in literature, let alone Xie Lang is good at calligraphy and painting. What is there to compare?" Hong Yao smiled and said, "As for the purple jade light that Xie Lang wants, Ah Lang can't use that much. I will bring one or two to Xie Lang." As he said that, he handed a wooden box to Xie Ningzhi, and then put away the painting in front of the window.

"It turns out that Li Lang wanted to leave me some face. Although I was a senior in my practice, I fell behind him in calligraphy and painting..."

Xie Ningzhi shook his head, smiled bitterly, and took the wooden box without shirking it.

...

In Bishuixuan, everyone waited for a while before returning to Xie Ningzhi.

After everyone greeted her, Xie Ningzhi politely declined Xielulang's request to polish the ink, put away the lush greenery, and opened the newly obtained wooden box. In the field, all those who were a part of the Tao saw a faint purple light when they touched the ink block.

The Taoist priest surnamed Liu said strangely: "Is this?"

"Purple Jade Light."

“Where did it come from?”

"Sent by Li Dan."

"Li Dan?"

"Li Dan, Qing Tomb of Lizhou."

The name Xie Ningzhi said, and it started to talk.

"Li Dan is here, but he doesn't show up." Wei Chengjun lowered his head and said in surprise.

"Miss, this is a good thing. He also knew the truth and handed over the purple jade light to Xie Lang." said the maid.

Wei Chengjun nodded and said expectantly: "I don't know what Xie Lang's first calligraphy will write."

As everyone was talking, Xie Ningzhi had already ground ink in the inkstone of the sky.

He held the pen like a sword, just like writing on the water, and instantly he sprinkled a poem with his handwriting like a sword mark. When he was writing, there was a clanging sound of metal and iron fighting. When a poem was completed, the momentum that came out through the paper made people reluctant to look directly.

The Xielulang looked at the poem, and first saw the title of the poem, and said in surprise: "I give it to Li Dan, a writer of the Qing Tomb?"

"Give it to Li Dan?"

Wei Chengjun was stunned when he heard Xielulang's voice.

The maid next to him stared at him in wonder. Li Dan ran away in a fright, and Xie Lang wanted to use the first calligraphy to write about him because he gave up a piece of purple jade light?

This is not worth it.

...

Clouds and towers, fog and snow hide green Kun, and clear water and whales flow through Hanjin.

When the old man came here, Zhang Haosu pointed to the painting of the vast ocean.

The five-color bag is still in the goods, and there is still text in the painting wall.

If you don’t see the painter in the past, you can keep the wine lover looking at the clouds.

Suddenly, I heard that the woman in red was released from the building, climbing the steps to the gate of the Xuan.

I first saw the person who invited me to the pavilion, and the red dust stood under the window of the green robe.

But when asked who taught Miao Zhen, and when asked why you kept your lips closed?

It turns out that the wonderful hand becomes the ultimate stroke, not the incarnation of an immortal!

...

Xielulang was in charge of rituals and music, and only the ups and downs of the songs of poetry were left in the field.

Everyone was silent, but they admired the first calligraphy of Mr. Ximo, but they couldn't come back to their senses for a while. They wanted to know what happened in the short moment when Xie Ningzhi left.

Just as the chanting of the poem ended, Xie Lulang nodded and praised it, while Xie Ningzhi bowed to the high-rise building.

"I thanked Li Lang on my behalf."

The girl in red upstairs nodded and smiled, flicked her sleeves and disappeared.

The first update I promised was early, but I had a cold and had a headache. I was so troubled until after ten o'clock that I would write the first word. Since I had praised Haikou, I had to stay up late and finally I barely made up for it. This update did not affect the subsequent updates, and it was considered an added.
Chapter completed!