Watching the flying snow with one hand, lying high through the remaining winter. The spring is coming, and I will chase the solitary tiger first. Holding the pen with the wind and rain in hand, I quickly write about the hills and valleys in my heart, unwilling to get down from the cage. I laugh at the present and the past, and take advantage of the joy to travel west and east. .
——Excerpt from "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Watching the Snow with Sleeves" by Zhang Yuanqian (Song Dynasty)
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Seeing that Bai Fu had a deep understanding, Yan Zhenqing struck while the iron was hot and taught Bai Fu the method of carving stones.
Yan Zhenqing smiled and said: "Young Master Bai, the drafts of your invitations in the past two days have piled up all over the house. Please choose a satisfactory calligraphy from them. Let's practice how to carve a monument."
Bai Fu was overjoyed. He returned to his study and picked out one without hesitation. When he came back, what he held in his hand was a copy of Yan Zhenqing's "Poems of General Pei".
Yan Zhenqing held this long scroll in his hands, looked at it for a moment, and praised: "This calligraphy is more powerful than my calligraphy.
Bai Shaoxia is indeed a master of martial arts, and has fought bloody battles in battlefields filled with bullets and arrows. The writing in this painting is so powerful, powerful, and powerful that a general who has commanded thousands of troops and horses cannot do it!"
Yan Zhenqing picked up tools such as axes, chisels, knives, chisels, and weights, straightened his face, straightened his wrists with empty fists, pointed his palms in the air, and taught Bai Fu the method of carving stones.
Yan Zhenqing said: "When carving, in terms of depth, the heavy strokes such as the center will be darker, and the deepest place is where the bones of the writing are, that is, the middle of the 'double hook' line.
If you are fat, you will be blunt, if you are thin, your bones will be exposed. Don’t hurt your weakness, don’t be angry and become a surprise. Don’t have a light head and a heavy tail, and don’t make the left short and the right long..."
How to cut with this knife, how to carve out with that chisel... Yan Zhenqing demonstrated one by one with his accurate mind and his strong muscles and bones.
After the teaching was completed, Yan Zhenqing asked Bai to choose a favorite stone.
Bai Fu saw a large granite stone. It was thick, upright, simple and rough. He liked it very much, so he chose it.
Yan Zhenqing first asked the stonemason to polish the carved stone, and then asked Bai Fu to outline the double lines of the characters on the stone surface.
Yan Zhenqing handed the chisel and chisel to Bai Fu and said, "Young Master Bai, what's next is up to you. When carving, you need to be calm and thoughtful, and when you cut, you have to be determined. Every chisel is a knife. Only in this way can the words carved out be flexible." The Qi, the colorful edge can leap off the stone."
Zi Fu held a chisel in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand. When he cut the knife, he felt that the blade was rough and obscure, and the smooth and sharp strokes on the paper could not be displayed. Only then did he realize how difficult it was to carve words on the stone.
When Er Zhenqing saw it, he stepped forward to give guidance and said: "Forget about the brushwork and strokes, and let the mind go as it pleases. The intention is in front of the pen, and the writing is in the back. Only when you know your heart can you see your nature!"
Bai Fu nodded, gathered his thoughts, and no longer deliberately pursued Wang Xizhi's "Eight Methods of Yongzi" and Ouyang Xun's "Eight Jue" and other rules of law.
After forgetting these rules, Bai Fu held his sword and thought about life, Linchi Zhiyi, and Zhang Xu's "Twelve Strokes" emerged spontaneously.
Bai Fu's thoughts gradually became clearer, and he became more and more skilled in the use of chisels. He cut the stone with one stroke without hesitation, just like cutting tofu. The stone chips on the monument fell into pieces one after another, and the depth of the depression made the writing of the inscription sharper.
The inscriptions on the white stele are as horizontal as a beam, as vertical as a corridor pillar, as striking as a hammer, as sharp as a hook, as sharp as an axe, and as sharp as a knife.
Bai Fu's mind and spirit were united, and the more he carved, the smoother he became.
Further back, the point is like a falling stone from a peak, the hook is like the first moon in the sky, the vertical branch is like a long-lived withered vine, the break is like the hair of a crossbow, the blade is like a sharp sword cutting off the horns and tusks of a rhinoceros, the hook is like a fallen pine tree. Hanging stone cliff.
The entire inscription is like a swordsman, wielding swords, spears, halberds, attacking and defending, and moving and dodging.
When Bai Fu was in Lihentian, he reviewed the moves he had fought with others for more than ten years one by one. In this monument, these fighting movements are reproduced one by one.
At the moment when humans and gods meet, the bloody scene of Suiyang's bloody battle emerges in front of his eyes. Bai Fu's blood is surging, and his murderous intention is renewed, and he uses the chisel in his hand to carve out the sword one after another.
Murderous aura penetrated the stone tablets like a shadow. The inscriptions on these tablets were so powerful that the swords were drawn and the beards and horns were angled, as if every knife struck the enemy's body, causing his bones to break, his tendons to break, and his flesh and blood to fly everywhere.
Bai Fu's murderous nature became stronger, like Xing Tian wielding his two axes, turning the stone monument into a Shura field - millions of corpses were laid out, and blood flowed for thousands of miles.
Bai Fu suddenly roared and stabbed with the carving knife in his hand, piercing through the granite tablet which was more than a foot thick.
After his emotions calmed down, Bai resumed chisel carving and entered the realm of Taoism and nature. When the seal carving was done, it was like a winding mountain stream, sometimes like a shallow river bed, a long river setting the sun and slowly flowing eastward.
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After the carving was completed, looking back at the monument, I broke out in a cold sweat.
The writing on the stele is crazy and unruly, full of murderous spirit, just like Wu Daozi's "Hell Transformation", the transformation is gloomy and gloomy, making the viewer's armpit hair stand up and shudder, as if falling into the devil's way.
Yan Zhenqing stepped forward, patted Bai Fu on the shoulder, and sighed: Bai Shaoxia, from the words, it can be seen that you are full of grievances, grudges, and hatred. The trauma in your heart caused by the war has become a chronic disease. If things go on like this, it may not be good for you. body and mind.
The old man suggested that Bai Shaoxia not only regard calligraphy as an elegant hobby, but also as a kind of spiritual training, and practice calligraphy continuously every day.
If you are on the battlefield and don’t have paper and pen at hand, you can use a carving knife to carve jade stones. Only in this way can the hostility be gradually removed and the illness can be resolved..."
While the two were talking, a wisp of the setting sun shone across the stone monument.
The inscription engraved by Bai Fu seems to be cast with gold, and the fluidity of the strokes is immediately highlighted. Under the sunlight, the handwriting flows like gold juice, full of magic.
"General Pei!
The great king controls Liuhe, and the fierce general clears Jiugai.
The war horses are like dragons and tigers, and the mausoleum is so majestic."
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When Bai Fu saw the words on his face, he suddenly felt emotional.
The four directions above and below are called the universe, and the past and present are called the universe.
Time seems to have stopped, and Bai Fu is in the universe, integrated with the time and space of heaven and earth.
Bai Fu suddenly remembered the famous line from the "Preface to the Spring Night Banquet in the Peach and Plum Garden" by the relegated immortal Li Bai: "Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things, and time is the passer-by of hundreds of generations. And life is like a dream, how much joy can there be?"
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That night, the night was as cool as water, and the moonlight was like silver frost leaking to the ground.
White and green shirt, thin clothes, I can't sleep at night.
Mr. Yan said that a person who specializes in one art and has the same ambition can extract the Taoism he pursues from all things in the world. As the saying goes, where sincerity reaches, gold and stone can be opened.
After practicing calligraphy for several days, Bai Fu finally understood many sword principles of stabbing smoothly, counterattacking, flat cutting, and splitting.
At this time, Bai Fufang began to realize that by using this sword, it was truly indestructible. Why should there be a sharp edge on the sword? The meaning of the sword lies in its nature, and why should there be any distinction between swords? All grass, wood, bamboo and stone can be used as swords.
Sword Master Pei Min's swordsmanship is superior to his sword moves. He is as graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon. It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and flutters like snow falling on the flowing wind.
The highest state of the Nine Stances of the Sword Master is invisible, hidden, subtle, and there is no move to win without a move.
The sword demon Dugusu's sword skills are dominant in his sword power, and his victory lies in his sword intention. The wind is blocked by the screen, and the waves behind the river are quiet. Six dragons stand together, carrying the descendants of the cloud chariot. Whale salamanders leap to their hubs, and waterfowl fly away. For the defense.
The highest level of the sword demon's black iron thick-backed sword. The black iron has no edge, and it is a skill without any skill. It can defeat ten levels with one force, and break a thousand kilograms with one skill.
Under Yan Zhenqing's careful guidance and careful guidance, Bai Fu realized the nature of the sword from the calligraphy of great masters such as Wang Xizhi, Zhang Xu, and Yan Zhenqing!
Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Preface", "Kuai Xue Shi Qing Tie", "Fei Bai Tie", "Sang Luan Tie", Zhang Xu's "Huangfu Tie", "Long No Letter", "Peace Tie", "Wine Boat Tie"
, Yan Zhenqing's "Duobao Pagoda Sensing Stele", "Magu Immortal Altar", "Nephew Memorial Essay", Wu Daozi's "Hell Transformation", "Vimalakirti Transformation" and other masterpieces that shocked the past and the present are all about joy and anger.
When the sorrow and joy reach the extreme, vent and release to the fullest. At the peak of this emotion, the soul leaves the body and has a glimpse of the way of heaven.
Various emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are transformed into elegant, vigorous, poignant, and gorgeous strokes in the hands of the master, sealing emotions, making one's nature self-explanatory, converging heaven and earth, solidifying time and space, and sealing the Tao!
As a martial artist, there are often moments like this when we have a glimpse of the way of heaven. Patriarch Bodhidharma created the Shaolin martial arts when he was facing a wall; the sword demon Dugu Su realized the peerless martial arts of "hurricane destroying souls" when he was in a shipwreck.
Bai Fu recalled the many breakthrough moments in martial arts in his life, all of which were at the critical moment between life and death, when he had an enlightenment and had a glimpse of the way of heaven. The stronger the opponent, the stronger he became, and he killed the enemy with his life hanging by a thread.
Bai Fu placed the black iron thick-backed sword horizontally in front of his knees, stroking the long sword with his hand. He understood the principles in his mind and mastered his skills. He knew that the sword skills in the world had been exhausted here. Even if the Dugu Sword Demon was resurrected, he would not be able to teach the sword skills.
But that's all.
In the future, as the internal energy grows stronger and the true energy of the two tripods of Xunkan becomes stronger and stronger, the swords used will become lighter and lighter, until reaching the state of Senior Dugu, playing with bamboo and wooden swords like using black iron swords.
Whether one's skill can progress from shallow to deep in the future depends entirely on one's own cultivation. As for swordsmanship, it has reached the state of transformation.
At this moment, Bai Fu realized the state of mind of Dugu Sword Demon on the top of Huashan Mountain: "With this swordsmanship, who in the world can compete with him? No wonder Senior Dugu hurt himself and became lonely, reclusive from the world."
Bai Fu raised his head and looked up at the bright moon, thinking that he had such an opportunity in his life to realize such sword skills. Sword Saint General Pei and Sword Demon Dugu Senior were able to realize the most wonderful realm of this sword on their own without any support. Their bravery and wisdom prevailed.
A hundred times more.
The wind blows the cinnamon fragrance, and the bamboo shadows dance.
Bai Fu thought: "If Junior Sister Li were here and saw that I have understood Senior Dugu's swordsmanship to this level, I don't know how happy I would be.
Alas, I wonder if we can see the bright moon from the top of Emei?"