The tall and thin Taoist dipped his fingers in the wine and wrote on the mahogany table. He quickly copied the twenty-nine words on the account book. He put his fingers into his withered lips and sucked, and then took a sip.
He put his hands behind his back, lowered his body and put his face close to the table, and continued to look at the papers on the account book carefully.
As he watched, his brows furrowed more and more tightly, his head shook more and more frequently, and his expression became more and more confused. He murmured: "What kind of writing is this? I have never seen it before. Why is the writing style without energy fluctuations?"
But it can be so abundant? It is clearly scattered to the point of a complete mess, so why can people suddenly feel tense after concentrating on it?"
The tall and thin Taoist shook his head and stood up straight, walked half a circle in the room, then quickly walked back to the mahogany desk, and continued to look down at the handwriting on the account book, still frowning and shaking his head.
, kept saying: "It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense! It makes sense? It doesn't make sense!"
No matter how the three major cultivation sects or countries argue and fight against each other, no one has ever dared to be disrespectful to the Talisman Master, because there are few practitioners in the world and Talisman Masters are even rarer. They stand between secular literature and art and otherworldly spiritual practice.
A Talisman Master whose writing can create wind and rain, who can scare ghosts and gods with his writing, is too important for spiritual practice and war, and is a nearly non-renewable resource. He will always receive the most respectful treatment.
The Tang Empire was the most powerful country in the world, but it never had more than ten Talisman Masters. Most of the Talisman Masters had long since left the world of society, living in seclusion in academies or in the mountains and forests, searching for scriptures and ropes.
, dedicated his remaining little life to searching for the secrets between heaven and earth, and there are not many Talisman Masters who are actually still walking in the world. Two of the four Talisman Masters owned by the South Gate of Haotian Dao are Xiling
The envoys sent by the temple to Chang'an City in order to demonstrate its power are not permanently stationed in Chang'an, so there are only two Talisman Masters at the south gate of Haotian Dao.
This tall and thin Taoist who visited Hongxiuzhao at night was one of the two Talisman Masters.
His name is Yan Se, Senior Brother Li Qingfeng, the current Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty, and the great enshrinement of the South Gate of Haotian Dao. He likes strong drinks, beautiful women, and wonderful calligraphy. In terms of calligraphy skills alone, he is already one of the most outstanding figures in the world. That night
During the heavy spring rain, he used the rainwater in the alley to draw a hash mark and scare Wang Jinglue, a spiritual genius of the Tang Dynasty who was known as the invincible master of destiny, into a miserable and crying little fat boy. This was his magical method.
In addition to various miraculous talismanic methods, what the world praises the most for talisman masters is their exquisite state and ability to express themselves on calligraphy and painting paper. There is a saying in the world: great calligraphers and painters cannot practice without the potential of cultivation.
To become a Talisman Master, all Talisman Masters must be great calligraphers or great painters who can leave their name in history.
Yan Se is a talisman master who enjoys hanging around brothels. As long as he is willing, he can become the leader in the world of calligraphy at any time. But such a person is actually so interested in the scrawled handwriting on an account book.
, even thinking hard and not being able to figure it out, shaking his head and trying to figure it out. If the calligraphers of the Tang Dynasty or the strong people in the world of practice see this scene, they will be shocked and speechless, and they will definitely be very curious, write
Who is Ning Que who can make the Talisman Master feel distressed by uttering these words?
A piece of twenty-nine characters in cursive script can make Yan Se, the majestic magic spell master, puzzled. It's not that Ning Que has great ability, but that due to various reasons tonight, his mood and writing style happened to be somewhere when he wrote this note.
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Today, he had some enlightenment while looking at the calligraphy in the old building. He forgot the meaning of the words and memorized their shapes. In the joy of enlightenment, he went to a brothel with his classmates to have a drink. In a daze, he casually picked up a pen and wrote in cursive, and then he naturally followed the day and read the calligraphy in the building.
After understanding the principles, he forgot all the strict rules and regulations of writing, and even in the drunken state, he subconsciously scattered all the rules of strokes, twisted the plum blossoms and overturned the grape trellis, and dragged the ink lines indiscriminately due to the drunkenness, just to be scattered.
unknown.
This way of writing is a different approach, taking another blunt and clumsy approach to connect the hidden meaning of the practice. If another great calligrapher from Chang'an City were to look at this cursive script, he probably wouldn't have much impression, but it falls into the same category.
In the eyes of a Talisman Master, he always felt as if he had scratched his own itch, or a secret part of his back that he had never scratched in sixty years. Ordinarily, he didn’t know it, but once he knew it, the itch would reach his bones!
As for the Talisman Master Yan Se who said that Ning Que's papyrus script is incomprehensible, he is absolutely right, because Ning Que is incompetent in the first place, he does not understand the principles of cultivation, and all the apertures of the snow mountain, air and sea in his body are still blocked, and now he just wants to find it when he walks up the mountain.
A winding, awkward and long path, but there is still a huge boulder blocking the way at the end of the path. Where can I get through?
There is meaning in the text, which means that each stroke in the middle and the subsequent strokes make up each character. Each character contains the writer's thoughts at that time. It has its own meaning and its own thoughts. The twenty-nine characters in Ning Que's cursive script can be said to be the most representative of Chinese characters.
The words cannot be understood because his thoughts cannot be understood, so his meaning is trapped between the ink marks and cannot be clearly expressed. But now, after Yan Se, the majestic talisman master, copied it himself, no matter how powerful the shackles are, they can no longer imprison the strokes and words.
The thoughts in my heart seeped into the hard mahogany table through the wine, and dispersed into the air through the smell of the wine and then permeated the entire red sleeves...
Ning Que was drinking heavily when he wrote this to Sang Sang. What he wanted to express seemed to be that he wanted to stay in Hongxiu and spend the night together. However, when the true meaning hidden in the pen and ink was fully revealed at this moment, it was revealed.
It was his true thoughts. He didn't even think that he meant it, or he didn't want to admit it.
In the courtyard planted with several plum trees in the west, Miss Lu Xue was silent and holding her long flute in her arms. Her beautiful and haggard face was full of sadness. She looked at the old plum trees in the corner of the courtyard that had long lost their color and missed the spring in her hometown in the south.
In the courtyard planted with several clumps of bamboo in the east, girl Shui Zhuer stared blankly at the basin full of stars. Her bright tears fell down her plump and smooth cheeks like pearls, and she made a soft sound when she fell into the basin.
In the quiet room on the rooftop, behind the beaded curtain, Jane looked at the portrait beside the bed. Her broad forehead was wrinkled. She looked at the young scholar riding a black donkey in the portrait, and looked at his familiar provocation.
Looking at his high-spirited and even arrogant laughter, she slowly shed tears and murmured in a low voice: "Ke Haoran, you damn ghost, back then I made chicken soup and waited for you to come back to drink it every day. You
No, it’s better now. You can’t drink it even if you want to, and I don’t know if you’re living a good life underground now.”
Suddenly she raised her eyebrows, clenched the silk scarf in her hand and woke up. She took two hurried steps to the railing and looked into the courtyard downstairs. She knew the identity of the tall and thin Taoist in Shuizhu'er courtyard, but he was
Not afraid at all, he cursed softly with an angry look on his face: "You old man, you are so unreasonable! You came to my building for no reason and provoked me. What do you want that bastard to do!"
In the bamboo shadow courtyard, Shuizhu'er, who had washed her face and put on light makeup and light powder, walked back to the room. Seeing the tall and thin Taoist shaking his head at the table, he couldn't help but be slightly startled. He walked forward to take a look, frowned and asked
Said: "Sir, I always smelled a smell of chicken soup before. Why is that?"
"It's not the taste of chicken soup, it's the taste of home."
Talisman Master Yan Se shook his head, pointed to the twenty-nine ink characters scrawled on the account book and said: "When this person wrote this note, he was very anxious to go home and drink the bowl of leftover chicken soup. The chicken soup is not necessarily delicious.
, I’m just curious that this Sangsang, who should be a woman, was forced to look like this by his fierce wife or strict mother at home.”
"This note...wasn't it written by Ning Que?" Shui Zhuer's delicate and delicate face was full of confusion: "He didn't look like he wanted to go home at that time, and Sangsang was not his wife, but...he
The little maid."
"Young maid? That makes even more sense."
Talisman Master Yan Se shook his head and ignored the matter. He never married in his life because in the Tang Dynasty, especially in Chang'an, he saw too many fierce wives like tigers. He only wanted to hang around among flowers and try new things all day long.
, so he couldn't figure out why a little maid and a bowl of leftover chicken soup deserved to be so remembered.
In the early morning of the next day, the tall and thin Taoist left in a carriage without asking who Ning Que was, who wrote the twenty-nine cursive characters. After a while, Shui Zhuer came over yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes. She had long forgotten
After feeling all the emotions from last night, I took the hot tea served by the maid and took a sip. I glanced at the table subconsciously and found that the tattered account book and note paper had disappeared, and the tall and thin Taoist had dipped his fingers in the wine last night.
The twenty-nine cursive characters copied on the mahogany desk have long since dried up.
She shook her head with a smile, put down the tea cup in her hand, and the green bracelet on her wrist gently hit the mahogany table. There was only a very light sound, and a very subtle red color was shaken on the table.
Patent leather powder.
Shuizhu'er was slightly startled. He opened his eyes and looked curiously. After hesitating for a moment, he gently wiped it with the silk scarf in his sleeve. Under the red patent leather powder, he saw a row of extremely scrawled handwriting. These handwriting did not seem to be
Profound, the traces are deep in the wood and cannot be erased at all. It can be said that it penetrates deeply into the wood!
"Master Sangsang, I'm drunk and won't come back to bed today. Remember to drink the leftover chicken soup on the pot."
Shuizhu'er opened her eyes and stared at the scrawled writing on the mahogany desk. She vaguely understood something. She didn't know that the tall and thin Taoist was the legendary Talisman Master, and she couldn't tell what Ning Que would be like in the future.
What a fortune, but she knew that the tall and thin Taoist must have extraordinary origins, but she sincerely hoped that Ning Que would have a great fortune in the future. More importantly, she had a natural sensitivity to things like opportunities, having experienced countless people over time.
, so she immediately ordered her maid to carefully put away the table and keep it for the future.
On the other side, Talisman Master Yan Se left the brothel and boarded a dilapidated carriage. Not long after walking in Chang'an City, he met a young Taoist with a yellow paper umbrella under his arm. The young Taoist greeted him respectfully.
He said: "Uncle, what you told me has been investigated clearly. The man is called Ning Que, and he is escorting the princess... Lu Qingchen has seen it and confirmed that he has no potential. He has also seen it in the academy a few days ago, and he has not even entered the surgery department."
The Talisman Master sighed with regret. Not to mention the relationship between the young man and Her Royal Highness, the lack of access to all the apertures was already a desperate situation. Do we need to ask the Xiling Temple to gather the power of several great priests to perform a great divine subjugation technique on the young man's behalf to force the apertures to open?
It is difficult to find a successor to the wonderful magic of talismans. It was a pity that I finally met a son last night but he was born with insufficient talent.