There is a monument behind the mountain into a forest.
Stone tablets are everywhere, there are more under construction, most of them are still wordless tablets, but there are already hundreds of stone tablets in the periphery have been mastered, all of them are made of books, all of them are the dragon elephant cavalry who died in the battle of intercepting and killing the North Mangqiang cavalry in Liuzhou at the end of the first year of Xiangfu.
As the old saying goes, the pen is thin with ink, and the Zhu is fat, so it is better to have a hard bone.
The people who put pen to describe Zhu for these stone tablets are two long-renowned calligraphers of Beiliang, because Mi Qiong and Peng Henian live in the north and south of Liangdi, and there is a saying of "south muscles and north bones", two ancient calligraphy celebrities because of the dispute between the north and the south, put on a posture of old and dead do not get along, and when the general Xu Xiao was alive, he was quite unimpressed with the military and politics of Beiliang, but when the Beiliang palace was rumored to set up a monument of 300,000, Mi Qiong took the lead in arriving at Qingliang Mountain, asked a few questions, and lived after getting the answer, and then wrote a letter to Peng Henian, which roughly means "the grandson surnamed Peng, do you dare to come to face to face with my grandfather?"
After that, Peng Henian also ran to the back of Qingliang Mountain with the four treasures of the study that he regarded as his life, and lived next to Mi Qiong Jielu, and a pair of old enemies became neighbors.
Then, in the midst of the quarrel between the two elders, or to be precise, the red-faced quarrel, Song Dongming, the deputy envoy of the Economic Strategy, personally gave them a list, with names written on it, and two simple things: when and where they were born, and when and where they died.
The two old men still had the intention of competing at the beginning of Shudan, and later when Mi Qiong wrote a name, he suddenly burst into tears, "Liu Hongyi, is a young man from Chunshui County, Lingzhou, he relied on his family background when he was a child, and he was stubborn, and the old man also scolded him for being blind with such a name, this baby is only twenty-one years old, how to say that death will die" Since then, Miqiong Peng Henian has become more and more silent, except for some verbal exchanges with the stonemasons who are responsible for the lettering of Shudanhou, and he is not very talkative.
Today, Mi Peng and the two elders heard that someone seemed to have arrived in the stele forest, and suddenly their hearts were tight, and they took their bags with complicated feelings, and they ran to see that it was the King of Beiliang who came, and the old man was not used to saluting anyone, so the action was very rusty, Xu Fengnian hurriedly helped the two elders up, but there was no polite greeting, hesitated, and divided the stack of rice paper into four parts, one for him and Song Dongming, and one for the two calligraphy masters.
The four of them silently began to write on the stone tablet, and behind each of the four of them, two or three skilled craftsmen had already prepared tools and waited for the book to be engraved, and in the dusk, soon there was a sonorous sound of gold and stone.
Xu Fengnian and Song Dongming had to finish writing half an hour earlier than the two old men, and when the last Mi Qiong was completed, it was already dark, and the Mi Qiong with the color of Danzhu on his hands couldn't be wiped off, and the old man walked to Xu Fengnian's side with a tired expression, and there was an undisguised reproach in his words, and he asked in a deep voice: "Why is there war everywhere in the hinterland of Youzhou?"
Xu Feng said in a young voice: "The Beimang spy has infiltrated and wantonly assassinated Youzhou officials."
Mi Qiong directly pointed at Xu Fengnian's nose, jumped to his feet and scolded: "When your father was alive, Beimang also had assassins sneak attack, how could you be blocked out of the pass, how did you become the king of Beiliang, aren't you Xu Fengnian the number one master in the world, I know that I am cold and sent to death, you collect the corpse afterwards, and then write a few names under false affection" Song Dongming was just about to speak, Xu Fengnian, who was wearing a thick coat, waved his hand, stopped the explanation of the deputy envoy, looked at the old man, and said apologetically: "It's me who didn't do a good job." ” Peng Henian's temperament was not as impatient as Mi Qiong, but he was also a little angry, but he still pulled the latter's sleeve.
When Xu Fengnian walked out far away, Mi Qiong, who had a gloomy face, snorted heavily at the back, and smashed the priceless crab shell cyan inkstone in his hand on the ground, "Lao Tzu doesn't write, this Beiliang won't stay, go to Jiangnan to live for a few days in this life, just write a few days Xu Fengnian is a king and eight lambs."
It didn't take long for Song Dongming to turn back the original way, and saw Mi Qiong standing in place with his eyes closed, Peng Henian squatting on the ground and sighing, no one went to pick up the inkstone, Song Dongming bent down to pick up the famous inkstone, and was not in a hurry to return it to its original owner, looked at the top of Qingliang Mountain, and said in a deep voice: "The two old gentlemen probably haven't heard of Beimang's sword qi near Huang Qing, who is the ancestor of the bronze man of Qijian Yuefu, and what kind of ability they have, let alone see a real dragon, in fact, I Song Dongming has never seen it."
But I know two things, one is that Huang Qing died in Liuzhou, the true dragon raised by Beimang is gone, and by the way, hundreds of qi practitioners hiding in Beimang Xijing are also dead.
The second thing is that there are two tablets here, and they almost have to be engraved with two names, which happen to be surnamed Xu, Xu Longxiang, and Xu Fengnian. ” Song Dongming turned around and handed the ancient inkstone back to Mi Qiong, and said with a calm smile: "If Bei Liang is really gone one day, he Xu Fengnian will definitely be indispensable on the stele, and of course there is also I, Song Dongming, an outsider, I hope that Mi Lao will not be happy to write it when the time comes." ” After speaking, Song Dongming slowly left.
Peng Henian deliberately didn't look at Mi Qiong, who had a red old face, and wrenched his fingers, as if he was talking to himself, "Xu Fengnian is a king and eight lambs, he's not right, Lao Mi, you miscalculated, it's nine words, but it's not the eight words you said." ” Mi Qiong carefully put away the ancient inkstone, and said with white eyes: "Mi Qiong is a king and eight lambs, whether he can do it is just eight words" Peng Henian laughed and said: "Okay, why not, aren't you going to have a big birthday in a few days, I'll write you a letter, what's the matter?"
Mi Qiong couldn't care about Sven, and said angrily: "Write you a hammer" After that, the two old men did not leave the stele forest immediately, but carefully examined the stonemason's inscription as they had done last time, in case there were any mistakes.
Generally speaking, even if it is a scholar, because the stonemasons who carve and carve the knife are often different from the people of the calligraphy in terms of calligraphy attainments, there are often situations where the shape and spirit are out of shape, although Mi Qiong and Peng Henian are not too demanding, but they also want to be perfect, probably the two old men feel that this is the only thing they can do well.
However, the craftsmen of the stele forest are all satisfactory, although they are not so skilled that they are "only the real works", but they are enough to express the charm of the original traces of Shudan.
The stonemasons meticulously carved the words much slower than they wrote with a pen, Mi Qiong carried a lantern and checked the stone tablet one by one, and suddenly heard Peng Henian not far away and shouted him over, Mi Qiong thought it was a craftsman who carved a typo, ran to take a look, never thought that Peng Henian stood in front of a row of stone tablets, there was no stonemason work in front of the stele, only to see the old man Peng was squatting in front of a stone tablet with a lantern, and he couldn't wait to stick his eyes on the stele, and the real work of the current book saint, Mi Qiong leaned over to take a look, it was the book of Xu Fengnian, the king of Beiliang, At first glance, the law and the meaning are good, but in Mi Qiong's opinion, although it is indeed superior, it is still far from the immortal product, and it is far from making Peng Henian make a fuss.
Peng He didn't turn his head, stretched out his hand to caress the nicks, and soon staggered back, fell to the ground, his eyes were closed, tears couldn't stop pouring out of his eyes, he lost the lantern, covered his face with his hands, his expression was extremely painful, and he pointed to the stele and shouted: "Old rice, you come closer, stare wide-eyed and take a look, but remember not to look at it for too long."
Mi Qiong raised the lantern, and when he looked closely, he only felt a sharp chill coming to his face, making people feel like he was in the abyss.
This is obviously not because of Xu Fengnian's calligraphy, but because of the "finishing touch" of the person who carved the letter Mi Qiong's eyes stinged quickly, and after closing his eyes, he shook his head vigorously, and muttered: "The harvest is decisive, such as Kundao cutting jade, where is the world's most intelligent stonemason can carve it in a short time, it is really a miracle."
Peng Henian sat on the ground and rubbed his eyes, and sighed: "Someone wrote it with his fingers, and it can only be explained like this." ” Mi Qiong said incredulously: "Referring to making swords, most martial arts masters can do it, but there is a specialization in the art industry, and there is absolutely no one in the world who can write this charm."
Peng Henian smiled bitterly: "Could it be that ghosts and gods can't be?"
Mi Qiong stood up, carried the lantern, and looked at the night sky, "I used to not believe in ghosts and gods, but now I hope that there are indeed ghosts and gods in the world, and they can bless me Beiliang and Beimang."
Peng Henian patted his head, "Hurry up and let people tell the prince about this, don't make trouble." ” Soon Xu Fengnian hurried over, and the age difference between a man and a woman who helped him carry a lantern was huge, one was Mi Fengjie, the master of the Shenjian Cave, whose realm was still steadily rising, and the other was Fan Xiaochai, a dead soldier after the old Northern Han Dynasty.
When the two groups of spies from Wutong Courtyard and Fushui Room went upstairs to clean up the mess, they saw that the scene of that floor of the pavilion was really miserable, with broken meat all over the ground and blood stained on the wall.
Xu Fengnian squatted in front of a monument, beside him was a middle-aged man who was also the leader of the guard of the Beiliang Palace, the latter was apprehensive, and reported: "I found out, this stonemason's name is Wu Jiang, he should use a pseudonym, he is a third-class servant who has been in the palace for sixteen years and four months, nicknamed Lao Jiang, because the old man usually likes to eat a piece of ginger regardless of eating and drinking."
Last year, the stele forest recruited craftsmen, and Wujiang was transferred from the palace to this place.
Lord Wang, it's because his subordinates are ineffective and don't know anyone, please punish him."
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with you, don't blame yourself." ” Xu Fengnian slowly stood up, turned his head to Mi Fengjie and asked, "How?"
Mi Fengjie said in a deep voice: "I only saw one word and one sword, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal. ” Xu Fengnian smiled, "Wu Jiang, Wu Jiang."
None, Jiang, is the Jiang family's Great Chu no longer boundary?"
Xu Feng said in a young voice: "This person has no malicious intent, you don't need to investigate this matter." ” Xu Fengnian returned to Qingliang Mountain, and then walked to the mausoleum, where his father and mother slept.
After Xu Xiao's death, Xu Fengnian later built a tomb of his master Li Yishan on one side.
Xu Fengnian walked into the mausoleum alone, remembering many past events, the master said that the world's words are the saddest with inscriptions, because the epitaphs in the world are written by the living people in the yang world to the old people in the underworld.
According to the last wish, Li Yishan's ashes were sprinkled on the yellow sand land in the northwest border pass, originally the master did not want any tombs, but Xu Fengnian still made a well-dressed mound on his own initiative, but he did not write an epitaph, which is the same as the stele forest behind Qingliang Mountain, only write the name, and when and where he died and died, I believe that the master will not be too angry about it in the spirit of heaven.
Xu Fengnian felt that Huang Longshi was dead, it was just a wonderful feeling, but he was convinced.
The three major demons of the Spring and Autumn Period, the human cat Han Shengxuan died at the hands of his Xu Fengnian, the human slaughter Xu Xiao was gone, and the Huanglongshan with a chaotic tongue in the Spring and Autumn Period was also gone, and the three of them were no longer alive.
In the Spring and Autumn Thirteen, Huang Longshi monopolized the top three, boasted of being the first in the nineteenth way, the first in cursive, and the first in Yin and Yang, so he occupied the chess armor, the book armor and the arithmetic armor.
The sword armor Li Chungang died.
The soldier of the Western Chu Soldier, the Holy Ye Baikui, died in the battle of the West Fortress and achieved Chen Zhibao.
The peerless elegance of the color armor, the queen of Da Chu also died of incense.
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Qin Jia, the blind pianist of the old Southern Tang Dynasty, hugged the qin and sank the river after the country was broken.
Xishu painted a Zhou fish, and before his death, he painted a long scroll of the mountains and rivers of Shu, lying on the long scroll, and died of drunkenness.
Dijia Situ Shence, proficient in the pulse and point points of public opinion, was secretly given to death after Liyang dominated the world.
Fajia Xunping, cooked and eaten by the people.
Daojia Qi Xuanjiao is fighting on the demon slaying platform.
The monk Shijia Nagarjuna died outside the Beimang Daode Sect.
The thirteenth class in the Spring and Autumn Period, there are already twelve who are unmistakably absent from the world, and only one inconsequential sword armor remains, most of which also died in the nameless origin of the general trend of the world.
In fact, since Gu Jiantang became recognized as the world's No. 1 sword master, this sword armor, which was only a flash in the pan and unknown name on the rivers and lakes, was mentioned many times during the Yonghui period of the world's great determination, less than Li Chungang who stayed under the Tingchao Pavilion and drew his own prison, and when Li Chungang returned to the sword immortal in the Daxueping of Huishan Mountain, it could not be compared.
On the night of early spring, the sky was actually filled with snowflakes, and there was a tendency to intensify, Xu Fengnian couldn't help but stop, raised his head and reached out to catch the snowflakes.
Xu Fengnian thought of the white fox's face for no reason, and remembered the two swords he or hers, spring thunder embroidered winter.
Xu Fengnian never knew who the white fox face was, whether it was really called Nangong Servant, why he came to Beiliang, and why he insisted on entering the Tingchao Pavilion.
Xu Fengnian will leave for Youzhou early tomorrow morning, and the reason why he didn't see Yan Chiji and Kong Zhenrong was not because he had opinions about them, but because it was for their good.
But even if he was misunderstood, even if he didn't see each other, Xu Fengnian still rushed back to Qingliang Mountain in one fell swoop.
That's what brothers.
Xu Fengnian only recognized four brothers in his life, Li Hanlin, Yan Eat Chicken, and Kong Wu Idiot.
And Wen Hua.
Suddenly, Xu Fengnian, who was slowly moving forward in the wind and snow, saw a strange figure, standing in front of the two tombstones with his back to him.
This picture is unreasonable and even more unreasonable.
Today's Beiliang Palace, compared to the scene in the early years when His Royal Highness the Prince deliberately created a loose outside and a tight inside to facilitate fishing, can be described as heavily guarded.
Not to mention entering this forbidden place of the mausoleum The figure turned around and said flatly: "Return to the people on a snowy night." ” “”: