Chapter 99 The successor of the divine talisman master

The tall and thin Taoist dipped his fingers in wine and wrote on the mahogany table. He quickly copied the twenty-nine words on the paper of the tent book. He put his fingers into his dry lips and sucked them, then put his hands behind him, lowered his body and put his face close to the table, and continued to examine the papers on the account book carefully and carefully.

As he watched, his brows became tighter and tighter, his head shaking became more and more frequent, his expression became more and more confused, and he murmured: "What is this writing method? I haven't seen it before, why is there no fluctuation of vitality? But can it be so abundant? It is obviously scattered to a mess, why can it make people feel nervous after entering the traces? "

The tall and thin Taoist shaking his head and stood up straight, turned around the room for a half-way circle, then quickly walked back to the mahogany table, and continued to look down at the handwriting on the paper of the account book, still frowning and shaking his head , said repeatedly, "Is it not accessible? Is it not accessible?"

No matter how the three major practice sects or countries argue, no one dares to be disrespectful to the talisman master, because there are few practitioners in the world and the talisman master is even rarer, and it lies between the world's literature and art and the world's practice. The talisman master starts his writing and turns into storms. He can shock ghosts and gods when he writes. It is too important for practice and war. It is a resource that is almost non-renewable and will always receive the most respected courtesy.

The Tang Empire is the most powerful country in the world, but the divine talisman masters it has never had more than ten. Most of the divine talisman masters have long been away from the world, living in seclusion in the academies or mountains and forests to seek the Tao. , dedicating all the remaining few lives to finding the secrets between the veins of heaven and earth, and not many talisman masters are actually walking in the world. Two of the four divine talisman masters owned by the South Gate of Haotian Dao were envoys sent to Chang'an City by the Xiling Temple in order to demonstrate its own power, and they did not stay in Chang'an for a long time, so there were only two divine talisman masters at the South Gate of Haotian Dao.

This tall and thin Taoist who visited Hongxiuzhao at night was one of the two divine talisman masters.

His name is Yan Se, the current national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, Li Qingfeng, is a great worshiper at the South Gate of Haotian Dao. He likes strong wine, beautiful colors and wonderful books. Just by talking about the art of calligraphy, he is already one of the most outstanding figures in the world. When the spring rain is majestic, he uses the rain in the alley to draw a quad character, which scares Wang Jingluo, a genius of cultivation in the Tang Dynasty who is known as the invincible person, into a tragic crying little fat boy. This is his magical method.

In addition to various magical talisman techniques, what the talisman masters most praised is their wonderful realm and ability on calligraphy and painting paper. There is a saying in the world that great calligraphers and painters cannot do without the potential for cultivation. Become a divine talisman master, but all divine talisman masters must be great calligraphers or painters who can be famous in history.

Yan Se is a talisman master who lingers in brothels and enjoys his fun. As long as he is willing, he can become a master of calligraphy in the world at any time. But such a person is so interested in the sloppy handwriting on a paper of an account book, and even thought hard and couldn't figure it out, shaking his head and making it impossible to call him. If the calligraphers of the Tang Dynasty or the strong people in the world of cultivation see this In one scene, they will definitely be shocked and speechless, and they will definitely be very curious about Ning Que, who can make the divine talisman master trouble?

A 29-word cursive script can make the talisman master Yan Se unable to understand it. It is not because Ning Que has great ability, but because of various reasons tonight, his mood when writing this note was just a certain place. .

Today, he had some insights on reading books on the old building books. He forgot the meaning of the words and remembered the form. After a sudden enlightenment, he went to the brothel with his classmates and drank wildly. He casually picked up his cursive script in a daze, so he naturally followed the daytime viewing books on the day building. The principles I realized were to forget all the strict rules and regulations of the rules, and even subconsciously disperse all the rules of the strokes in my drunken state, twist the plum blossoms and pour the grape trellis, and use the intention of drinking to rush the ink lines. What I want is to be scattered unknown.

This way of writing is a different approach, and weaving the secret of the practice method from another rigid and clumsy way. If another great calligrapher in Chang'an City saw this cursive script, he would not have had much feeling, but he fell into one. In the eyes of the divine talisman master, he always felt like he had scratched his itch or something hidden on his back, or he had not scratched his itch in his bone marrow for sixty years!

As for the divine talisman master Yan Se, he said that Ning Que's paper cursive script was not understood, and he was completely wrong, because Ning Que had not understood the principles of practice. He still had the orifices of snow mountain, qi and sea in his body. Now he just wanted to go up the mountain to find it. A curved and distant path, and there are still huge rocks blocking the road at the end of the path. How can it be opened?

Interesting in the text means that each stroke in the middle and the subsequent strokes form each character, which contains the writer's thoughts at that time, and has its own meaning and thoughts. Ning Que's twenty-nine characters in cursive script can be said to be a character. The words are not clear, so the meaning is stuck between the ink traces and cannot be revealed. However, by the divine talisman master Yan Se, he copied it himself, no matter how powerful the shackles are, he can no longer confine the strokes and words. The heart of the heart seeps into the hard mahogany table through the wine, spreads to the air and spreads into the entire red sleeves...

Ning Que wrote this letter to Sangsang at that time when he was drunk. The meaning he wanted to express seemed to be to stay inside and outside the red sleeves, but when the true meaning hidden in the pen was released, it was revealed. He came up with his true thoughts, and he himself did not think that he meant this or was unwilling to admit it.

In the courtyard where a few plum trees planted to the west, Miss Lu Xue was holding a long flute and silent. Her beautiful and haggard face was full of genius. She looked at the old plums whose colors had already fallen from the corner of the courtyard and missed the spring of her southern hometown.

In the courtyard where several bushes of bamboo were planted to the east, the girl Shuizhuer was stunned at the basin of stars, and her bright tears slid down her plump and smooth cheeks like pearls, and fell into the basin to make a slight sound.

The quiet room on the roof, behind the bead curtain, everyone in Jian looked at the portrait beside the bed, and their broad foreheads were wrinkled into Tuchuan. She looked at the young scholar riding a black donkey on the portrait, and looked at his familiar provocation. Looking at his bright and even arrogant laughter, she slowly shed tears, and murmured and said in a low voice: "Ke Haoran, you dead ghost, I made chicken soup back then, waiting for you to come back to drink every day, you I can't come on. Now it's better. Even if you want to drink, you can't get it. I don't know if you're... well under the ground."

Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows, clenched the scarf in her hand and woke up. She walked two steps to the railing and looked downstairs into the courtyard. She knew the identity of the tall and thin Taoist in the Shuizhu Ordnance, but she was not afraid at all. She cursed softly with anger on her face: "You old man are so unreasonable! There is no reason for me to provoke me in the building. I want to be so stupid. What is the account thing done!"

In the Zhuying Garden, water droplets with light makeup and light powder were washed back to the room. Seeing the tall and thin Taoist shaking his head at the table, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned. He walked up to take a look, frowned and asked in confusion. He said, "Sir, I always felt like I smelled a chicken soup before, why is that?"

"It's not the taste of chicken soup, it's the taste of going home."

Yan Se, the master of the divine talisman, shook his head, pointed to the sloppy twenty-nine ink words on the tent, and said, "When this man wrote this note, he was very anxious to go home and drink the leftover chicken soup. The chicken soup is not necessarily delicious. , I was just curious about Sangsang, who should be a woman. I don't know if it was his fierce wife or a strict mother in the family, but he forced him into this way."

"Isn't this note written by Ning Que?" Shui Zhu'er's pretty and small face was full of confusion: "He didn't look like he wanted to go home at that time, Sangsang was not his wife, but... he little maid. "

"Little maid? That's even more unreasonable."

The divine talisman master Yan Se shook his head and ignored this 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 was thinking about lingering in the flowers and tasting them all day long, so he could not understand a little maid and a bowl of leftover chicken soup. There is something worth remembering so much.

The next morning, the tall and thin Taoist left in a carriage and did not ask who the sacred Ning Que, who wrote the twenty-nine cursive characters, was. After a while, Shuizhuer walked over yawning and rubbed her sleepy eyes. She had already forgotten all the emotions of last night. She took the hot tea served by her maid and drank it. She subconsciously glanced at the table and found that picture. The ragged account books and notes were gone, and the twenty-nine grass characters copied by the thin Taoist dipped in wine on the mahogany table last night were already dry and disappeared.

She smiled and shook her head, put down the teacup in her hand, and the green bracelet on her wrist gently hit the mahogany table. With a very light sound, the table was shaken with a very subtle red color. Patent leather powder.

Shui Zhuer was slightly surprised, and looked curiously with his eyes open. After hesitating for a moment, hesitated and gently wiped it with the scarf in his sleeve. He saw that under the red patent leather powder, there was a row of extremely sloppy handwriting, which did not seem to be The traces are deep in the wood and cannot be erased at all. It is really a big hit!

"Mr. Sangsang, I'm drunk today and won't come back to sleep. Remember to drink the leftover chicken soup on the pot."

Shui Zhuer opened her eyes and stared at the sloppy handwriting on the mahogany table. She vaguely understood something. She didn't know that the tall and thin Taoist priest was the legendary talisman master, and she couldn't tell whether Ning Que could have it in the future. What a great fortune, but she knew that the slim Taoist must have extraordinary origins, but she sincerely hopes that Ning Que can have a great fortune in the future. More importantly, she has a very natural sensitivity to opportunities. So she immediately ordered the maid to put away the table carefully and keep it safe for the future.

On the other side, the talisman master Yan Se came out of the brothel and boarded a dilapidated carriage. When he was walking in Chang'an City for a while, he met a young Taoist with a yellow paper umbrella under his armpit. The young Taoist responded respectfully. He said, "Master, what you have explained has been found out. The man is Ning Que, who escorted the princess... Lu Qingchen has seen it and confirmed that he has no potential. He has also seen it a few days ago, but he has not even entered the art department."

The divine talisman master sighed regretfully. Not to mention the relationship between the young man and His Highness the Princess, it is a desperate situation if these orifices are not understood. Should we ask the Xiling Temple to gather the power of several great priests to use the great subjugation technique to force the orifices to be realized? It is hard to find successors to the talisman art. I finally met a son last night but had congenital deficiencies. It was a pity and a pity.