The palace is not large under the southern city wall, and it looks more like a temple, and it probably is not a particularly important government office (no one returns to a place like the Zhizhi Division to make trouble), so there are only two soldiers standing guard outside the gate.
Su Yan walked over and told him about the situation, and the two soldiers looked at Ye Xiaomu, and stopped Su Yan outside on the grounds that idlers were not allowed to enter, and let Ye Xiaomu go in by himself.
Then a soldier shouted inside, and when Ye Xiaomu entered the courtyard, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar (should be a middle-aged ghost) immediately came out and walked towards him.
Ye Xiaomu still wanted to say hello, but the scholar nodded to him, turned around and walked inside.
"Come with me."
Ye Xiaomu followed him into the main hall, Ye Xiaomu saw a statue of a god enshrined in the middle, his eyes were round and angry, and he was holding a golden gold gong with both hands, looking majestic.
"Come this way."
The scholar led Ye Xiaomu to the side hall and asked him to wait and report it himself.
Ye Xiaomu looked around the room, there was only one set of seats, and there was a simple bed, all of which were made of wood, although they were simple, the workmanship looked good.
There were several landscape paintings hanging on the wall, Ye Xiaomu was a little nervous, but he just took advantage of this to relieve himself, so he walked over to watch.
Not to mention that these paintings are really good......
Not good, but very good!
Ye Xiaomu has practiced calligraphy since he was a child, and he has studied paintings a little, and the more he looks at them, the more he feels that these paintings are quite awesome.
This pen name is also very interesting, written vertically, like "crying" and "laughing".
Ye Xiaomu was looking at it energetically, and suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside, Ye Xiaomu hurriedly stood in a regular manner, and it was the scholar who came in, let Ye Xiaomu go to the hall with him, turned the hall, went around the back along a screen, and entered a study, where a huge table was placed, and an old man who looked very thin sat in front of the bookcase, looking at something with his head buried in his head.
The scholar walked over with Ye Xiaomu and asked him to stand opposite the table, then bowed down to the old man behind the table and said, "Si Zuo, the Taoist priest with the name of Xuan has brought it." ” "Okay, there you go."
The old man didn't lift his head.
After the scholar went out, the old man still couldn't bear it, Ye Xiaomu waited for a long time without reacting, and stretched his neck curiously to take a look, feeling that the old man was not reading any official documents, but appreciating a word.
Ye Xiaomu waited for a long time without responding, and his eyes fell on the word in front of him, and after watching for a long time, the old man glanced up at him, and asked casually, "Can you understand?"
” "Practicing calligraphy since childhood can only be said to be a hobby."
Ye Xiaomu bowed and said, "This word is well written." ” "How good?"
Ye Xiaomu boldly walked to his side, observed for a moment, and said: "This word is excellent, it is definitely the handwriting of a famous master." ” "Nonsense, isn't it so good, can it get into my eyes?"
Ye Xiaomu looked at it for a moment, scratched his head and said: "It's strange, I have read most of these ancient characters, and I have an impression, I really can't see which of them, and ......
There seems to be murder in this word. ” The calligraphy is written in Li Bai's "Chivalrous Journey", but only the first four sentences are written, and the further back it is, the more sloppy it becomes, obviously written in essays, and I don't want to write it in the back.
"Can you see the murderous aura?
That's not bad. ” The old man glanced at him approvingly and said, "To tell you the truth, this is Ye Shaoyang's word." ” The corners of Ye Xiaomu's mouth twitched, "What, he can still write?"
” "I don't know, the world only knows that he is a mage, in fact, his handwriting is exceptionally good, but this guy is too lazy, he hasn't written anything seriously, I still look for his senior brother Lao Guo to collect this letter, there is indeed a murderous aura hidden in the world, but it's a pity that he is missing, otherwise the old man really wants to discuss with him and let him write a good one."
Ye Xiaomu was shocked, he had heard that Ye Shaoyang could write, but he thought it was a hobbyist, but he didn't expect to write so well!
"Whose word do you like the most?"
The old man asked.
Ye Xiaomu replied, gave his own evaluation, the old man disagreed, and then expressed his opinion, the more the two chatted, the old man was very happy, and pointed to a word hanging on the wall for him to appreciate.
This character is really simple, just one word: heart.
At first glance, it looks like this word, but if you look closely, it looks like a painting, thick ink and heavy color, like pouring ink directly on it, the combination of calligraphy and painting, it is obviously a flat thing, but it gives people a strong three-dimensional feeling.
Ye Xiaomu stared, and after a while, he fell into a trance, as if he had entered an illusory world, only black and white, seemingly simple and full of infinite changes, Ye Xiaomu looked at the flowers and flowers and explored curiously.
I don't know how long later, someone slapped him on the head, and everything in front of him disappeared, and when he returned to reality, the first thing he saw was the old man's shocked face.
"You actually saw the way of the heart?"
"Heartway?
What is that?
Ye Xiaomu didn't understand, and told what he saw.
The old man twisted his beard and was silent, and he still hadn't calmed down, and said slowly: "This character is the ink treasure left by the ancestor of Yangming, which contains the heart and path that he has learned all his life. ” Ye Xiaomu recalled for a moment, frowned and said, "But I'm not sure what I saw, it's ......
A world in black and white, as if there is nothing?
” The old man smiled: "Dao, you can only comprehend, how can you see it directly." ” "That'......
What's in it for you?
” "You'll know when your realm is raised, but now you don't feel anything."
The old man was still a little excited, pointed to the painting and said: "Just because the mages in the world are coming to me to hang the mystery, this calligraphy and painting, since I got it, has been hanging here, every time I come, I let him see this painting, but he can see the doorway, huh......
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In these fifty years, you are the fourth. ” "Who are the first three?"
"The first one is Ye Shaoyang."
It's him again......
It's a name that the wizarding world will never get around.
"At that time, he was about seven or eight years old, and he had just been promoted to Dao Tong, and his master brought him here, and he could see at a glance where his heart was.
The second is Mu Han of Longhu Mountain, that kid is also a genius, and his talent in cultivation is not lost to Ye Shaoyang, but he is just ......
Alas, not to mention it.
The old man shook his head and sighed.
Ye Xiaomu couldn't help but say, "What about the other one?"
” "That's Yuanchen.
This kid's talent is also extremely strong. ”