Xu Fengnian asked the bull to shut up, just to ask this guy to go to the hut to get some paper. When he experienced it on the mountain, he needed to write a letter to Xu Xiao. If Princess Sui Zhu, who was born in Beiliang and Wudang because of her childishness, she would not need to worry too much. It was just a long hatred and new hatred. Xu Fengnian was not afraid of itchy lice, and he would probably not go to that towering capital in this life. But if it was encouraged by someone or a small group of people, he would never take it lightly. Although Xu Xiao was extremely noble, he might be extremely glorious. One day, the dark clouds would come to the city and the wind and rain would come suddenly. When dealing with people, he would be afraid of two things. One was extremely smart, and the other was a self-righteous fool. There were the most people in these two types.

Xu Fengnian was about to call this uncle, but a strange phenomenon arose.

A huge surging waterfall burst into pieces!

The waves of water came to the face like a wild horse, and Xu Fengnian and Hong Xixiang both turned into chickens. Xu Fengnian didn't care about the splashing water. He stared at the scene on the huge rock in the center of the white elephant pool outside the waterfall. In the fleeting sky, a sword-manly Wang Xiaoping, who was as tall as the head of the Wudang master, stood proudly, and pointed the peach wood sword god in his hand directly into the cave. This sword was extremely domineering and gave His Royal Highness a mighty man. Wang Xiaoping, who had been silent for more than ten years, really didn't say anything, drifted away and came with ease.

It is also free and elegant, just like Xu Fengnian traveling in exile when he saw those young heroes who probably liked it. His nose was facing the sky and he was so arrogant. When he crossed a river, he would sit on a ferry boat and not sit on it. He would float on the water. The problem was that if you float, don’t make the water splash, so that the people who were on the boat would be covered in water. He would put it in the cold ground and be caught by His Royal Highness. Not to mention cheering and rewarding, he would also drag these bastards out and beat them and soak them in the water for several months. Do you dare to show off your power in the future?

Xu Fengnian stared at Hong Xixiang, who was affected by the fish in the pond. The latter said innocently: "Senior Brother Xiao Wang is an ox, so he has this stubborn temper. He has practiced swords here before, so he is probably a little annoyed. His Royal Highness has a lot of experience, so don't be as knowledgeable as Senior Brother Xiao Wang. When he practices swords, he might be the new sword god in the future. His Royal Highness will have another world-class sword to take advantage of things, which is a beautiful story in Wudang."

Xu Fengnian was unhappy and ordered: "Go to the hut to get some paper and ink for me."

Hong Xixiang ran to move things happily.

Xu Fengnian opened the food box, just picked up the bowl, and took the chopsticks to pick up a bite of bamboo shoots and dried vegetarian dishes, but a mouthful of blood was sprayed into the bowl, and the white and red were mixed together. Xu Fengnian breathed out a long time ago, and the Wudang elixir was indeed extraordinary, spitting out blood stasis, and the qi and meridians were much more relaxed at this moment. Xu Fengnian swallowed a bowl of rice expressionless face, chewing it slowly, and after eating one bowl, it was not Hong Xixiang who brought the items, but ginger mud that had never stepped on the Xuanxian Cliff. She was holding an ancient inkstone and a few pages of green sandalwood rice paper in her hand, and the ancient ones the size of her palm

The inkstone origin is scary. There is a Jiang Taiya, a Western Chu who doesn't love the country but loves beauty, and only loves pen and ink. This ancient inkstone is ranked second by him in the world. It is the best among fire inkstones. It has outstanding texture. It is warm in winter but not frozen, and it is cool in summer but not dry. However, the ink has not rotted for several years. Jiang Taiya is the emperor uncle of a country, but she still is reluctant to use it. It falls into Xu Fengnian's hands, but it comes in handy every ten days. She also needs Jiang Ni to grind it with her hands on her side, because Jiang Ni hates him to the bone, which is indeed reasonable.

Seeing Jiang Ni, Xu Fengnian still asked her to grind an ancient inkstone and picked the best Kanto Liaowei. She patiently waited for the ink to become even under Princess Taiping, and showed the unique redness of fire mud. Then she picked up the pen to write. Today, she met Princess Sui Zhu and wrote it one by one. Xu Fengnian's small regular script is the most outstanding. The ancients first learned calligraphy and first learned regular script. When writing calligraphy, they must first learn large characters. The large characters are based on Yan and Liujin as the method. The Chinese regular script is copied Ouyang, and finally they are collected into small regular script for mosquitoes and flies. They learn Zhong Wang. This is an ancient saying, "The scholars in the world are great."

This is a step-by-step approach, but Xu Fengnian followed the opposite way under the guidance of Li Yishan. He started learning small regular script and followed the old scriptures of small seal script and ancient clerical scripts. If he couldn't write small regular script well, he would not be allowed to touch others. Once he discovered it, he would be beaten by a green gourd wine pot. Contemporary calligraphy masters only have two old monks who are addicted to alcohol and one hand into Li Yishan's eyes. It is called "After this monk was drunk, he only had Vajra's eyes, and no Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows." Therefore, the prince's words were rarely charming, and they were all killing arrogance.

Speaking of which, Xu Xiao had two girls and two sons, and only Xu Fengnian's words were able to tell Xu Longxiang. Xu Zhihu could not recognize any of them. Xu Zhihu could be considered mean. Even Xu Weixiong, who was so amazing and beautiful, was pitiful. His poems were the best in the world. Only this word could not even Xu Xiao say good things. Xu Weixiong returned to Beiliang to send very few letters, which may be the reason.

Xu Fengnian blew the last few drops of ink and folded the letter paper. Who delivered the letter became a problem? He didn't want to pass the secret letter through the hands of the Taoist priest of Wudang. But the people of the Beiliang Palace, the last emperor of the Western Chu, were far from the blood of the confidant and direct lineage. His thin body was not suitable for sending letters. It is hard to guarantee that there would be no crazy dead soldiers and assassins waiting for the rabbits near Wudang. The soldiers at the foot of the mountain "escort" Princess Sui Zhu and his party left. Could it be that they would call on several Wudang masters to go together? Xu Fengnian lamented, and still used his last killer move, went out to cut a small piece of green bamboo with Xiudong, stuffed the letter in, and whistled with two fingers, summoned the green white phoenix from the air on the top of Wudang Mountain, tied the cloth to his claws, and the six-year phoenix flew away and disappeared in an instant.

Xu Fengnian came to the edge of the White Elephant Pool and looked at the shimmering waves of the deep pool and the huge rock that was thrillingly born like a dragon's horn.

Jiang Ni, who was always standing behind Xu Fengnian, said in a hard voice: "I want to go down the mountain."

Xu Fengnian frowned and said, "I don't even take care of the vegetable garden? Let that small garden be abandoned?"

She repeated in a stern manner: "I want to go down the mountain!"

Xu Fengnian said angrily: "I promised in advance that you will go down the mountain and I will step on it."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Ni was unmoved at all, "It's up to you."

Xu Fengnian was completely helpless, and his heart moved and said with a smile: "If you want to go down the mountain, you will go down the mountain. My feet are on your own. I can't tie you up. But before going down the mountain, go with me to do something. In return, I will give you the fire mud inkstone you are holding. How about it?"

Without saying a word, Jiang Ni threw the ancient inkstone in his hand into the Baixiang Pool.

She didn't want this ancient inkstone to be ruined by the guy in front of her. The reason why she was particularly concerned about it was simply turned into her inner demon. It was not only a relic that symbolized the prosperity of Xi Chu in the past, but also a secret hidden deep by her. She dared to express her hatred in the Northern Liang Palace.

There are only two men who have 5,200 cries. In addition to Xu Fengnian, who ranks first, there is also Xu Weixiong, who has no flaws except writing and appearance. He assassinated the prince's prince in bed without success. Xu Fengnian just slapped him in the face and spoke a few harsh words. Xu Weixiong traveled thousands of miles back from Shangyin Academy and threw her into a well. The water of the well was not as high as that of the people and could not drown him, but the sun was dark. He was even worsened by the most vicious woman in the world.

She stayed at the bottom of the well for three days and three nights. After leaving the well, she accidentally learned that Xu Weixiong's calligraphy was bad, so Jiang Ni began to learn to practice hard by herself. Without a pen or inkstone, it would be okay. The branches were used as pens, rain, snow, water, all rootless water could be used as ink. The copying of the pen before the age of five has long been blurred. After practicing, Jiang Ni only vented his emotions in his heart and wrote numbers in one stroke. Often, the handwriting on the ground was bizarre, which was contrary to the current calligraphy.

Xu Fengnian glanced at the sky and said, "I'll call you again tonight."

Jiang Ni didn't ask anything, but went to the hut to squat and looked at the last few glances at the vegetable garden. It was obvious that she was tough and still felt a little reluctant to leave.

Xu Fengnian shouted: "Get out if you ride a cow."

The young master's uncle really came out.

Xu Fengnian was used to the fact that this bird man was elusive and said, "You go and prepare some wine and meat, a large cone used to write plaques. If it really doesn't work, you can even hold a broom, and a bucket of ink, go right away."

Hong Xixiang wondered, "What is your prince doing?"

Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Practice calligraphy."

Hong Xixiang panicked: "Why should I go to Ziyang Temple to write on the wall?"

Xu Fengnian comforted her kind words: "How could I do such a rude thing?"

Hong Xixiang said uncertainly: "Take it serious?"

Xu Fengnian gave a reward of the word "get out".

Hong Xixiang asked for blessings, and prayed for Ziyangguan by the way. His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, shouldn't make a monster. No one of the Taoists of the Bailai Temple in Ziyangguan these days is worried. It is said that the host couldn't sleep well every night. He went to the senior brother's side to pour bitter water every day, begging to invite the demon king who was in trouble elsewhere. Xu Fengnian waited for half an hour. When Hong Xixiang carried the things, he returned to the waterfall and calmed down. The man riding the cow brought a pot of fragrant rice wine, two kilograms of cooked beef, a huge cone hair that was half a person high, and a bucket of ink, which was very complete.

Xu Fengnian really doesn’t know what the cow rider is doing every day. He either runs errands and sends food to the water, or sheds cattle and rides cows. How can he practice the way of heaven? If practicing the way of heaven is so comfortable and relaxed, Xu Fengnian wants to practice it.

The fifteenth month is just over.

There was such a large silver plate hanging in the sky, and there was no need to carry a lantern when walking on the night road. Xu Fengnian originally wanted to use the night pearl to illuminate the road, but he was spared. He called ginger Ni, who had been staying in the vegetable garden and walked towards the top of the mountain together.

Ziyang Temple escaped a disaster, but poor Taixu Palace, the first of the thirty-six palaces in Wudang, will suffer.

"The night is like a small insect, the mountain is like a lying cow. The bright moon is like a cocoon, wrapping me and the mud."

Xu Fengnian was very excited about his poetry and improvised a bad five-character poem with a mixed rhythm, proudly: "This poem is amazing. Little Clay Man, what do you think are the more moaning poems of Liangzhou scholars?"

Almost all the heavy objects were held by her carrying Jiang Ni on her back, and even she had to give her a change in her expression.

Xu Fengnian took Jiang Ni up the steps and headed straight to Taixu Palace at the top of the Big Lotus Peak. There is a white jade square there, which is best for splashing ink.

Let me ask, which scholar dares to write big characters with a big cone in front of the Taixu Palace of Wudang? Only His Royal Highness is the prince.

This is the big playboy.

In the bad country, I only know how to bully men and women and climb the wall to watch affair. I am too petty.

When he arrived at the gate of Taixu Palace, the mountain breeze blew his face and the whole body was cool. Xu Fengnian asked Jiang Ni to put things on the steps, bite a piece of beef, and sat down to think about how to write, whether it was regular script or running script, or cursive script that he had only practiced privately? Is it "Futu Temple Stele", "Huangzhou Cold Food Post", or "Jizhangcao"?

Compared with regular script that is not beyond the rules, Xu Fengnian is actually more incestuous and free to write. However, Li Yishan said that his skills are not good enough and are far from natural, so it is a pity not to let His Royal Highness touch you.

The roof of the main hall of Taixu Palace is covered with peacock blue glazed tiles, and the three ridges are hanging down and yellow and green. The main building is empty carved, with magnificent momentum.

The large eaves are flying up and are the famous big Geng corner eaves.

Xu Fengnian got up and picked up the big cone and put it into the bucket. He shook it for a while, but still didn't think about what to write. He only regretted the lack of writing when he was used, and only regretted the laziness when he was writing. The ancients really did not deceive me. Xu Fengnian held a large pen and sighed again. Finally, he decided to drink a few sips of wine, and then the wine might be able to write something good. After turning around, he was stunned. Jiang Ni had already raised his head and took a big sip of wine. She had never drunk wine and her cheeks were flushed, just like the peach blossoms in the Western Chu Palace. It was rumored that the Emperor of Xichu pampered Princess Taiping to the extreme. The little princess asked the peach blossoms to ask the peach blossoms how heavy the peach blossoms were. The emperor asked people to pick all the peach blossoms and weighed them one pound at a time.

Xu Fengnian sighed quietly and inserted a large pen into the ink bucket. Today, she wanted to see her words.

Although cursive script in this world is far away from the official cursive script, it is still the so-called sect cursive script by Master Li Yishan, which is far from reaching the realm of "letting go all out of the rules and writing to the end" advocated by Li Yishan. Only a few people in the world, like the strange monk in the two Zen temples, can they be as the national scholar Li Yishan said, "Sad and sorrow, separation, wealth, embarrassment, poverty, longing, drunkenness, resentment, moved by the heart, and formed by the words, can they be united with heaven and earth."

I saw ginger mud shaking towards the big bucket.

After holding it up with both hands, I walked to the center of the square and started writing.

At that time, Xu Fengnian realized that the scenery was moving when she laughed, and when she was so sad that she could cry but not cry, it was even more moving.

A big dragon walks in his arms.

It's like there are ghosts and gods on the tip of the hair.

There are two hundred and forty-five characters in the big grass, and there are often five or six characters in a stroke.

Starting with "The moon in the West, mountains and rivers are destroyed. The moon in the East, mountains and rivers are destroyed. The head of the river, the people suffer, the tail of the river, the people suffer."

It ended with "Jiang Ni vowed to kill Xu Fengnian".

She held a large pen and sat near the word "Nian", wearing ink, dazed and burst into tears.

Xu Fengnian sat on the highest stairs and murmured to himself: "What an article "The Great Geng Ke Swearing to Kill the Great Geng Under the Moon".
Chapter completed!