In the dusk, Wu Shuangjiang suddenly said he was leaving.
I threw the long sword to Chen Pingan Yeyou, and it took half a day to refine it.
After Chen Pingan took over the night tour, he shamelessly asked Wu Shuangjiang for a copybook.
In the world of Qingming, it is recognized that the characters written by monks from Sui Chu Gong can exorcise ghosts. Hanging the characters is like a hanging talisman, and it is even more effective. Of course, Chen Ping'an is not thinking of relying on Wu Shuangjiang's characters to exorcise ghosts and ward off evil spirits.
This is too much of a waste of natural resources. Keep it as a souvenir of the night sailing trip, and hang it in your study room in Luoshan. When guests come, no matter who they are, they have to ask whether it is an authentic or fake?
Wu Shuangjiang agreed, and Chen Ping'an was in the lobby, taking out pens, ink, paper and inkstones. After Xiaomi Li cleared the table, he helped spread the rice paper and lay on the table to grind ink.
Wu Shuangjiang looked at the common brushes and ink sticks at the foot of the mountain. He seemed to have lost interest in writing. Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "I really only have these guys. How can I make do with them, senior?"
Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said: "Luopo Mountain can afford to lose face like this, but Mr. Wu can't afford to lose face. In this case, let's forget it."
Chen Ping'an hurriedly said: "How about I ask this junior to borrow the Four Treasures of the Study from Li Shilang?"
Wu Shuangjiang glanced at the sky outside, shook his head and said, "We can't keep Xiaobai waiting for too long."
The millet grains were still there grinding the ink ingots. He raised his hands and scratched his head in anxiety, and said pitifully: "Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu, can you just write a few words and miss the mark? We are out and about in the world, so we should just make do with it."
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Wu Shuangjiang thought for a while, nodded and said: "That makes sense."
Wu Shuangjiang took out the study Qinggong he carried with him from his sleeve, spread out a piece of colorful cloud paper, and took out a green bamboo brush with a line of small seals engraved on it. On the chest, there is a bamboo with thousands of miles of green. There is an inkstone on the side, an inkstone on the side of the Immortal Grotto, and an ancient inkstone.
Holding a pair of pocket chi dragons, Wu Shuangjiang tapped the chi dragons' heads with the pen. The two chi dragons immediately opened a pair of golden eyes, and a layer of golden ripples suddenly appeared in the ancient inkstone. After Wu Shuangjiang dipped the ink, the tip of the pen was golden, and it appeared in the ancient inkstone.
On that piece of paper, I wrote a calligraphy calligraphy in cursive script that can be regarded as "that time post".
"At that time, I just thought it was ordinary, and I didn't believe that bald heads existed in the world. I was leaning against the bright moon in a tall building, and suddenly I came to the window and suspected that it was you."
Finally, there are two personal seals and a monogram of Wu Shuangjiang printed in three places on this copybook.
He is a military scholar, commanding millions of troops. He is an old man with books, and his heart is as green as a lotus in the world.
Chen Ping'an stood aside, rubbing his hands gently, and sighed with emotion, "Senior is such a good calligrapher, it is a pity not to write a couplet anymore. Good things come in pairs, so be careful."
Wu Shuangjiang smiled, and two couplet papers made of Sui Chu Gong Ten Thousand Years of Red material appeared on the table. On each couplet, there were seven golden dragon patterns, as if the position was vacant, just waiting to be written. Not only that, but also from the sleeves.
A small wooden box was taken out from it. After opening it, there were seven-color small porcelain boxes arranged, which were the Qibao clay that was used to remove the palace and become famous all over the world. Jun Yu and his wife on the mountain once got a great opportunity from the ruins of the Immortal Mansion and moved a
Returning to the sect from the ancient mountain, after the top of the mountain took root, strange phenomena appeared, and there was often a scene of the cinnabar flying like colorful clouds. After the immortal refined the flying sand, he gathered the seven colors, which is the Qibao mud, and there is one liang of colored mud and one pound of Grain Rain money.
statement.
Chen Ping'an was a little confused. Writing couplets was not as sophisticated as seven-color writing, right? He just didn't dare to ask more questions, for fear that if he asked, the cooked duck would fly away.
Wu Shuangjiang didn't explain anything. He dipped his pen in seven-color precious sand and wrote seven characters on each of the two spring couplets. He drew back the pen like a mountain but not enough treasure. He had to read thousands of volumes before he could understand the spirit.
Wu Shuangjiang breathed a sigh of relief at the couplet. The fourteen golden dragons in the couplet, as if being clicked, slowly rotated in a circle and then became motionless.
Poems by Su Zi and inscriptions by Wu Shuangjiang.
By the way, I took advantage of some of the young people around me who were looking for words.
Chen Ping'an, who had been a second nephew for nothing, had no grudge against him and just pretended that he didn't know about such an allusion.
Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said: "Just think of it as a wish for the completion of the Luo Luo Shanxia Sect. You can hang the couplets on the gate of the Patriarch Hall. The words on the couplets change with the time. They are black during the day and white at night. The lines are clear and the black and white are clear. What a rank.
It's not low. If it is hung on the gate of Jise Peak in Luolu Mountain, it will be enough to make the mountain and water spirits, ghosts and monsters like the tiger Wei Bo stop outside the door. They dare not and cannot go beyond half a step. But you have to promise me one thing, what?
Sometimes you feel that you have done something wrong and it is difficult to correct your mistakes, so you must take off this couplet."
Chen Ping'an took a step back and bowed to the master of the Sui Chu Palace, who said with a smile, "I once had hope of refining one or two natal characters."
Wu Shuangjiang waved his hand, just put away a few seals, turned around and smiled at the little girl in black: "The millet grains, the rest of the study supplies on the table are all given to you, just think of the fish in return.
Dried melon seeds. As for who you give them to later, I don’t care."
Zhou Mili hurriedly waved his hands, "You can't do it, you can't do it. You don't have to pay for dried fish and melon seeds."
Wu Shuangjiang smiled slightly, turned and left, strode across the threshold, Xiao Mi Li ran over, caught up with Mr. Wu, took out two bags of dried fish from his sleeves, scratched his face, a little embarrassed, "Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu
, That’s it. I’ll give it all to you. Don’t take it too little. If it’s really too little, then that’s it. If you come to my house as a guest in the future, I’ll take care of it.”
Wu Shuangjiang smiled and took the two bags of dried fish from the river, thanked him, patted the little girl's head gently, and left. Wu Shuangjiang took one step and left Toutiao City.
Xiao Mili waved his hand, stood outside the door and looked around for a long time, and sighed. He was a little envious of Mr. Wu's Taoism. He didn't even have to travel far away in the wind, and disappeared in a flash. It must be the fairyland where Jindan started.
?!Haha, what are you thinking about? How can the Earth Immortal be enough? It cannot be said to be the legendary Jade Pu Realm. Alas, the realm is so high, it is as high as Wei Shanjun. Mr. Wu must have held many night banquets in his hometown.
Ah? No wonder you give gifts without batting an eye. You must be generous and grand, and you have to be like this when traveling in the world. Back then, I met that naive and silly girl in Dumb Lake. She is not a bad person, but she has long hair and short knowledge.
You can sell the big water monster in Dumb Lake for a Grain Rain coin.
Xiaomili walked back to the lobby table in a swagger. Chen Pingan put away the copybooks and couplets and put them into the square objects. He smiled at Xiaomili and said: "Ancient inkstone, green bamboo pen, and Qibao clay, these three things cost Pei money."
I’ll put it away for you first.”
Xiaomi Li was stunned for a moment, and the little girl glanced at the objects on the table, "But I have already thought about how to give them away."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "No need to give it away, just keep it properly. When you return to Luopo Mountain, remember not to throw it away."
Xiao Mili said seriously: "I originally planned to give it all to the mountain master's wife. If the mountain master's wife didn't accept it, I wouldn't have the courage to persist to the end. Then when I got home, I gave the Qibao mud to Sister Nuanshu. She
I like to keep accounts every day. I gave the ancient inkstone to Jing Qing and the green bamboo pen to Wei Shanjun. There is a bamboo forest in Piyun Mountain. The old cook and Pei Qian didn't know why, but they didn't go there themselves and asked me to sneak there.
I carefully counted how many bamboos there were, and I thought that if Wei Shanjun was happy after accepting the gift, he would give me a bamboo for free."
Ning Yao suppressed laughter and rubbed Xiao Mili's head.
Pei Qian pretended not to know anything. Anyway, whenever the master asked, he would blame everything on the old cook.
Chen Ping'an, for the first time, felt uneasy about his conscience. I wonder what Wei Shanjun thought when Xiaomi was wandering around in the bamboo forest, carefully counting the wrenches on the bamboo.
A white-haired boy poked his head around the corner of the corridor and asked: "Ancestor Yin Guan, where is that person? Is he gone? How was your conversation?"
Chen Ping'an turned around and said, "I'm leaving Toutiao City. The conversation was going well, you don't need to take action."
The white-haired boy laughed loudly, put his hands on his hips, shook his shoulders, and strode towards the table, "Ancestor Yin Guan is indeed invincible, leaving me no chance to show my loyalty. Otherwise, as long as I use my little strength, I will definitely be able to fight with him.
Ancestors of Yin Guan work together to repel the enemy! What a pity, what a pity! I hate what I hate!"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Then I invite him back?"
The white-haired boy's knees weakened, he stretched out his hand to support the table, and said in a trembling voice: "I don't think it's necessary. After all, it's easier to invite gods than to send them away."
From the beginning to the end, it was very baffling. Meeting Wu Shuangjiang and having a good chat with Pei Qian were like falling into the clouds and leaving a confusion. Wu Shuangjiang disappeared again, and there was also this alien demon.
realm, appearing in the world in a posture similar to that of a "person without realm".
Chen Ping'an glanced at it and said, "Go and chat over there in the room."
We went back to Chen Pingan's room together, and Chen Pingan took out the copybook, "It should be something that senior wanted me to hand over to you."
The white-haired boy nodded. As soon as he took it over, the two printed words on the copybook, "Scholar of military horses, commanding millions of soldiers" and "Man and book are both old and mature", a total of thirteen words, instantly dimmed.
It had a complicated expression, dull and speechless.
Chen Ping'an even took out the sword-raising gourd and drank a sip of wine to calm down his shock.
The magical powers of a great monk in the Fourteenth Realm are really unreasonable.
It shook its head vigorously, and soon returned to its normal expression. It looked at the virtual objects that Chen Ping'an had picked up in Entry City. It picked up the narcissus porcelain basin, turned it over, sneered, and threw it on the table. The millet grains hurriedly
He jumped forward, straightened his hands with both hands, moved to his side, breathed gently into the small porcelain basin, and wiped it with his sleeves.
The white-haired boy carried the iron Three Monkeys Fishing Moon Flower Utensil with both hands, nodded slightly, and said, "If it's the real thing, it's okay."
Chen Ping'an smiled and asked, "How do you say it?"
The white-haired boy said: "Every moonlit night, you can take out this thing and just bask in the moonlight, it will condense the moonlight and gradually breed an essence similar to the 'Flower Protector'. If the monk's luck is better, maybe
You can also become a Si Fanwei of the Flower Temple, in charge of a certain kind of flower fragrance. Arrange flowers inside, osmanthus is the best, epiphyllum is the second, and peony is the third. Those monsters in the world who worship the moon and refine their body, no matter what
No matter how high the realm is, everyone will definitely be willing to pay a high price. With this thing, you can save a lot of trouble. Take it to the Hundred Flowers Blessed Land, and even more casually, find the flower owner of the Blessed Land, or the flower owner of the life.
God, you can sell it for a sky-high price."
The white-haired boy wondered: "Why does Patriarch Yin Guan look like he has never heard of and has no interest in this blessed land of flowers? Back then, under the grape trellis in the place where the prison officer practiced Buddhism, those flower god cups, Patriarch Yin Guan
Zu Ke’s eyes lit up when he saw it, and he was gearing up. At that time, I felt that if I were the flower owner of the Blessed Land, I would start to worry about whether my own territory would become too high."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "As long as there is money in the world, there will be a baggage restaurant."
The white-haired boy said oh, picked up the "Uncle Ye" ebony paperweight, and asked: "Never thought that Patriarch Yin Guan was also a luthier? He is really versatile..."
To be continued...