Great Blue Night Watchman

The second chapter begins: If you want to learn calligraphy, you should first grind the ink dryly, stare at it quietly, think about the size of the characters, lie down, straight, and vibrate...

This chapter shows the beauty of the writing style. Ordinary people only look at the impressions when looking at the characters, but this chapter has written all the great knowledge of the characters...

The third chapter begins: looking at the body, the changes are still the same, looking at the face according to the situation, the high and low are interesting, and the words are full of movement...

At the end of this chapter, Qinglianhuo suddenly appeared in Lin Su's painting, and a triple building appeared behind him.

A sign that the treasure book is about to come out.

Lin Su didn't notice this at all. The tip of his pen seemed to be soaked in the soul of calligraphy, flowing like an ocean...Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6...Chapter 12!

There was a soft bang, and the twelve chapters of "The Theory of Writing" on the table flew up at the same time. In addition, another text seemed to come from the sky, which was the "Theory of Writing" that Lin Su had written.

The two texts, with the same brushwork, together constitute the complete essence of calligraphy by Wang Xizhi, a calligraphy sage from another generation in the world.

The pages of the book merged together in the void, turning into a huge golden book, spiraling into the sky, and unfolded with a crash...

The holy message spread throughout the temple: "Chang Xinglin Su wrote "Shu Shi Lun" and regarded it as a treasure book of the temple..."

In the main hall of the Book Palace, the door of the palace was wide open. An old man with a high crown led a group of people out at the same time and came to His Excellency the Book Sage. They bowed at the same time: "The Lord of the Book Palace, Chang Yong, is the seventy-two elders. Thank you Lin Changxing for your generous gift of calligraphy!"

The holy sound flowed throughout the temple, and all the palaces were in commotion at the same time.

The Palace Master of Le Palace suddenly raised his head and stared at the treasure book in the sky. Although he was still calm, his eyes were definitely different.

Luo Wuxin opened the window of Chang Xingju and looked at the treasure book in the sky with an expressionless face. However, he gathered his clothes and seemed to feel that the wind outside the window was a bit cold.

Excerpt: Upstairs, as usual, the five children gathered together. Li Qingquan stood up and slapped the table: "Mother, are you finished?"

"Brother Li, be careful!" Li Xiaoyao quickly stopped him.

As a literati, how can you show impatience when a treasure book is revealed? Even if everyone knows that you are unhappy with Mr. Lin's repeated limelight, you can't show it. Especially you can't have this kind of performance when the book is in the air. If this kind of performance falls in the eyes of outsiders and they accuse you of being disrespectful to literature, you will have to drink a pot of it.

In the Bai Pavilion, Mr. Bai was still playing chess with Li Changsheng. Looking at the book above, Mr. Bai smiled softly: "Does the Palace Master believe that his original intention has always been outside the chessboard?"

Li Changsheng nodded slightly: "As expected! Mr. Bai has such a wise eye!"

There is some fog that you cannot see clearly before it is broken, but as things unfold step by step, he can see clearly.

Lin Subadao has entered the world and has nine pillars. He has been making up for his shortcomings.

The trip to the Cultural Ruins made up for three things.

On the side of Lefeng, a line was added.

On top of Shifeng, a new path was added.

Today in the Book Palace, another addition is made.

The supplement of the book palace is the most obvious.

Because he had no interaction with the Book Palace and had no grudges or enmities. The Book Palace was independent and did not even participate in Lin Su's temple entrance ceremony. Lin Su had no reason to target the Book Palace, but he went there anyway. The reason is obviously ridiculous, but the final destination is the Book of Calligraphy Hengkong.

This completely confirmed Bai Lao's judgment.

Lin Su's skills are off-screen!

Everything he does is paving the way for his quasi-sage.

In the Book Palace, the palace owner Chang Yongnian and the elders expressed their gratitude to Lin Su, and followed a very simple but also very solemn process. When it was all over, Lin Su and Chang Shiba left the Book Saint Pavilion side by side. .

Wherever he went, the disciples of the Book Palace all saluted.

In the seventeenth main palace of the temple, Lin Su truly entered the interior for the first time, and also received the respect of a main palace for the first time.

Stepping across the lake embankment in front, Chang Shiba stopped and asked, "Do you still have the white clouds on your body?"

"What? A thousand jars are not enough for your brother?" Lin Su smiled.

"No, a guest has arrived. I think you need to prepare some gifts for him." Chang Shiba's smile was quite mysterious.

Lin Su was slightly startled: "Who is it?"

"He is in the quiet room in front of me. I won't go there. Just because you and I are brothers. If you kneel in front of him, I, Chang Shiba, will have no place for my old face." The voice said. After falling, Chang Shiba waved his hand gently, and Lin Su was sent to a quiet house by him.

Chang Shiba disappeared.

Lin Su opened the door of the quiet house...

After the quiet house, it didn't look like a house, but a lake. In the lake, a small boat floated in front of him. On the boat, an old man with half black hair and half white hair was there holding a fishing rod. fishing.

A smile appeared on Lin Su's face.

An old friend!

And he is an old friend from a long time ago!

After the examination in Huichang that day, he handed in his paper in advance. When he left the examination room, he saw a lake with an old man on it. He and the old man worked together to write a colorful poem, which was the poem "One coop, one hat, one small boat, one foot of silk" With an inch of hook, a song and a bottle of wine, one person can catch a whole river alone!"

Later he learned that this old man had entered the literary world.

Only later did he learn that this literary figure was Zhang Weikong, Zhang Yiyu's great-grandfather and Zhang Juzheng's father.

After he entered the temple, he actually asked about Zhang Weikong, but no one knew.

The temple is so large that it is difficult to find one if one is not particularly famous.

But today, he saw it.

"Old man!" Lin Su bowed his hands in greeting: "Isn't it wonderful to meet old friends?"

"Come!" Zhang Wei waved the fishing hook with his empty hands. Lin Su followed his fishing hook and boarded his boat. The boat slid into the center of the lake, surrounded by a vast ocean.

"Boy, did you ever expect that you would meet me here?" Zhang Weikong smiled.

"I actually asked about you, but I didn't find out." Lin Su raised his hand and handed Zhang Weikong a silver wine bottle.

Zhang Weikong opened the jug, took a big sip, praised the good wine, and then slowly lowered his eyes: "You can't find out about me, just because I am in Yuewen Palace, a person from Yuewen Palace, You must not reveal your identity to the outside world in order to protect the pure land above the Tao of Wen!"

Lin Su was very happy!

This is the fundamental reason why Zhang Weikong has not been heard from for thirty years.

This was the fundamental reason why he couldn't find him in the temple.

Just because of one thing, he was in Yuewen Palace.

The Yue Wen Palace is a super palace and a transcendent palace. It has the ultimate right to judge literary achievements. People here cannot tolerate nepotism. Otherwise, they may arbitrarily judge other people's literary achievements because of personal relationships.

For example, if Zhang Weikong deliberately lets go, and his grandson Zhang Haoran writes colorful poems or poems handed down from generation to generation, then the advantage will be too great.

Based on this, the people in Yuewen Palace are all mysterious. Outsiders don't know who is from Yuewen Palace, so they will put an end to favors. This is similar to the public interview in modern society. The interviewer is the examiner in a different place and enters the hotel as soon as he arrives. , confiscate mobile phones, eliminate all communication channels, and ensure fair interviews.

Lin Su raised his eyes, somewhat complicatedly: "The old man is a bit taboo about seeing me in person today."

"Yes! It is indeed a bit taboo, but I have to come!"

"Why?"

"You will embark on a difficult road. We old people can't help you with anything. We can only come and tell you four words!"

Lin Su stood up and bowed: "Senior, please speak!"

Zhang Weikong put his right hands together and pressed on his hand: "The road is not alone!"

The road is not alone!

Four words, applicable to all the world!

Four words, simple and like nonsense.

However, before Lin Su was about to embark on his journey to the outer world, Zhang Weikong made a special trip to tell him, regardless of his status, and solemnly told him, but he also conveyed a firm support.

He was telling him that what Lin Su did was right!

There are actually many people supporting him in the temple!

Even though it was inconvenient for these people to reveal their identities and publicly support them, knowing this, Lin Su's heart suddenly boiled with excitement.

For a long time, he was groping alone. He designed and performed in the darkroom alone, plotted with great pains, and fell lonely chess pieces on the chessboard.

He didn't know if anyone appreciated him, and he didn't know how many people were traveling with him on the road ahead.

But today he knows!

At least Chang Shiba supports him, at least Zhang Weikong supports him, and many others support him!

For a moment, there are thousands of words to say, for a moment, there is nothing to say...

Zhang Weikong smiled softly: "Do you still remember what I asked you when you and I met four years ago? Where is your path?"

Lin Su smiled softly: "I say, my path is still on the hot bed of my wife and children."

"I know something about you. According to rumors, you are really practicing this way. You have quite a few wives. The kang has been hot for a long time. Even my great-granddaughter Zhang Yiyu, who I have never met, seems to have been unable to escape. Your claws..."

"Rumors kill people. Yiyu and I really have nothing to do with each other. We are as clean and innocent as the white clouds..." Lin Su quickly defended.

Zhang Weikong glanced at him: "Does this need to be defended? Do you need to be nervous? I came here in person to listen to your defense? What I want is a firm attitude! Come, tell me that you plan to put Yiyu aside In what position?"

Lin Su scratched his head: "Old man, cough! I... Where should I put her in a more appropriate position?"

"You ask me about this kind of thing? I am her great-grandfather, how should you answer?!" Zhang Weikong glared at him: "Whatever position you should be in is what position you should be in! Just do what you have to do!"

"I understand! I completely understand! I'll do something about it as soon as I get back!" Lin Su nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Zhang Weikong looked at him, and for a moment he didn't understand what the word "ban" meant. Forget it, for people who study academics, it seems a bit awkward to discuss this, so I skipped it.

"How much Baiyunbianjiu has on you? Bring them all to me!"

A small bag was delivered to Zhang Weikong's palm, and inside it was a thousand altars of white clouds. Zhang Weikong weighed the weight and said, "Well, it's not satisfactory! It's almost there!"

With a gentle wave of his hand, Lin Su left the boat, and Zhang Weikong's boat floated away and disappeared.

Lin Su stared blankly at the departing boat, a little confused.

Old man, you are so awesome. I am a scholar and a scholar, but I am like a ball in your hands?

You are not a literary person, you are a quasi-sage!

Wait, what did you mean when you said it was unsatisfactory when you were weighing Qiantan Baiyun? Obviously you can't finish it all by yourself. It seems that this old man plans to use this batch of wine to sweep away his colleagues in the temple and build a backup army for him.

Haha, it’s worth it!

Because of your kindness, after I go back, I will hurt your great-granddaughter to death...

By the way, this is purely following your instructions!

Lin Su left the library palace and immediately flew out of the sky. When he broke through the sky, he went to the north.

To the north of Da Cang is Da Cang's greatest enemy, Osumi, and to the north of the Temple is the Temple's greatest enemy, the alien demon.

That's where the sky is.

Lin Su didn't use a step forward. He used very orthodox literary methods. A golden boat floated in the sky, and his people stood on the golden boat like prostitutes.

This posture does not look like someone participating in a war.

But he is also in perfect harmony with many literary geniuses who have Tongtian cards.

The sky is indeed a battlefield.

But is that a battlefield in everyone’s mind?

no!

It is a place where opportunities are sought. It is a magical place with little danger, but a lot of opportunities. Going to such a place is easier than a vacation, and returning from this place is more rewarding than hunting. The itinerary, so the literati, in line with the purpose of being able to show off and never being pretentious, will vividly interpret the romance along the way.

There are even poems coming out.

You are traveling in the sky, and I am sitting in a pavilion. When you return home, I will whisper to you.

What's the meaning?

It talks about a kind of activity that many literati play. Before entering Tianwaitian, they have some messy activities along the way. When they come back with a layer of gold in Tianwaitian, they have produced fruits during the mess and are already smiling. The cheap wife is holding it The cheap baby poured wine for the cheap husband to congratulate him.

What does it mean to be reflected?

There are so many layers...

Firstly, everyone really didn’t regard Tianwaitian as a battlefield. Otherwise, how could they have the intention to have fun all the way?

Secondly, people on the battlefield in the outer world are really privileged, and those women are willing to make you messy.

Thirdly, the poem only talks about coming back, but not about whether to come back. In everyone's perception, this is purely a good thing and a happy event, and it is by no means a normal situation on the battlefield of life and death.

In fact, very few people die in Tianwaitian.

Unless you are impatient and have to go through the pass, or you are too enthusiastic about the results of the battle and have to kill more enemies, otherwise, these literary geniuses stand at the top of their own city, and they are interested in facing the enemies from outside who will never be able to attack them. Army, recite a few war poems and use literary power to launch a few attacks, what risks can there be?

Lin Su went to Tianwaitian, looking as cool and leisurely as any other literati.

However, it still attracted the attention of several people.

There was one person among them, standing in the void, with a night light blooming a circle of beautiful clouds above his head. He was Luo Wuxin, and next to Luo Wuxin, as usual, was Jun Yue.

"Master, he's gone!"

"Yes, he went! No one saw him off, I saw him off!" Luo Wuxin gently held up the wine bottle: "It's interesting, this is the wine he gave me last night, and I will give it to him today!"

The wine poured down and turned into an autumn rain in the air. The people below raised their heads with strange faces. Why does today's autumn rain smell of wine?

In the world of ordinary people, it is impossible to understand the strangeness of a pot of wine turning into autumn rain.

I just feel strange why there is a strange aroma in this wine.

Jun Yue looked at him blankly: "Is this a memorial ceremony?"

"No! It's just a farewell!"

Jun Yue was even more surprised: "Young master said the day before yesterday that he will definitely die if he goes here..."

"The day before yesterday, I did think that he would definitely die. However, today I changed my mind. I suddenly felt that he might come back."

"Sir, I don't quite understand."

Luo Wuxin looked towards the distant west: "Because he went to the Book Palace today! And he wrote a treasure book! There is only one person on the third level of the sky who is most consistent with the one from the past. If this person takes action, everything is possible. …”

Jun Yue's heart was pounding...

Book Saint!

If the Soldier Sage is a sharp long knife and a flying war flag, then the Book Sage is an ordinary book. It smells fragrant when you look at it, and is as soft as silk when you touch it, but it is like an iron sword. Silver Hook has a different kind of strength in his bones.

In the past, he smashed the foreign passage with an inkstone, which was the same principle as the line drawn by the Soldier Saint to separate the sea of ​​people.

When the Soldier Saint was accused of communicating with a foreign land, although the Book Saint did not leave the Book Saint Studio, there was a faint ink light above the Book Saint Studio, which rolled over for three years before resting.

That rolling did not change the fate of the Soldier Saint, but it also changed the fate of many of the Soldier Saint's former followers. According to the ideas of the other Saints, these remnants need to be cleaned up, but looking at the waves of ink rolling above the Book Saint's Chamber, everyone I still feel that it should not be too exciting, so many people have narrowly escaped death.

That was the only time the Book Saint showed his power.

But knowing the subtleties of writing is a skill that every high-level official must be proficient in. Through the waves of ink that have been rolling for three years, everyone has captured the holy power of the calligraphy saint.

What about now?

If anyone in the third heaven would stand up for Lin Su, the first choice would probably be the Calligrapher.

And at the last moment when Lin Su entered the Outer Heaven, he entered the Book Palace, wrote down the treasure book, and linked up with the Book Palace in this high-end and classy way.

The fact that this treasure book can become a treasure book itself represents the book palace's high recognition of him.

The relationship between the Book Palace and the Book Sage is of the same origin, which indirectly represents the attitude of the Book Sage.

If Lin Su died in a foreign land, there would be nothing to say. It would be impossible for the Book Sage to enter a foreign land and save him.

However, if he does not die and returns to the temple, and the temple wants to frame him and get rid of him, it will definitely touch the most sensitive chord in the heart of the scribe, and there is a real possibility that he will take action.

People are often like this.

Things that have been endured before will not be tolerated a second time!

Eight hundred years ago, Ming Tianyan endured being exploited once. Eight hundred years later, she hated those who exploited her so much that her whole body became a powder keg full of gunpowder, and would explode at the slightest provocation.

She is like this, and so is the Soldier Saint.

The Book Saint has endured the past of the Soldier Saint being tainted, so he is particularly sensitive to this!

Lin Su, who is sober in this world, has obviously seen this level, so he is already planning his route back and has laid out a plan in advance.

This is what Luo Wuxin saw.

Seen from the perspective of a wise man.

However, Luo Wuxin couldn't imagine that his guess was wrong.

Until this moment, Lin Su had not planned a return route at all.

In other words, the route he planned to return is ten thousand times wilder than anyone imagined...

The way back is not mentioned in front of me, only the way out.

He went to Lu Lin in a golden boat, leisurely and leisurely, crossing the wilderness, crossing countless cities, and seeing countless temples, seemingly until the end of the world. Finally, three days later, he felt a strange aura: murderous intent on the battlefield.

As a soldier, he has experienced too many murderous intentions on the battlefield, but this is the first time he has experienced such murderous intentions on the battlefield.

Because this qi machine is extremely complex and contains too many things.

There is the blood energy of the iron-blooded battlefield, the most terrifying murderous energy from the most mysterious world, the foreign energy that is so strange that it seems that you have never felt it before, and the glorious holy power that comes from the highest culture.

These qi machines are like clouds, covering all the distant skies.

These qi mechanisms were like road guides, leading Lin Su's sight to a huge border city in front of him, as wide as the Great Wall.

Stop the city!

Stop, write it in the handwriting of the Confucian sage!

The huge Zhi character turned into a huge mountain, standing in the void behind the ancient and vicissitudes of the city wall, like a wall holding up the sky.

This peak is the only peak.

This city is the only city.

To what extent?

For the foreign evil spirits, it is telling them to stop there!

For the heroes of the temple, this is the pinnacle of literary talent, and literary talent stops at him!

Lin Su stared at the huge Zhifeng, feeling quietly shaken in his heart.

The Soldier Sage drew a line dividing the human sea in the human world, and his reputation spread throughout the Nine Kingdoms and Thirteen States. The Confucian Sage wrote a word of "stop" in his own handwriting in the sky to prevent foreign evil spirits from crossing the border, which also demonstrated the glorious sacred power.

It seems that there is no difference between the two people's astonishing generosity, but they are also very different.

One is based on the earth and the other is based on the sky.

The two monuments among contemporary saints, their struggle for Taoism thousands of years ago seems to have ended, but it seems that it has not ended yet, and is still facing off at various levels.

Lin Su's golden boat approached, and he felt the suppression of the holy power. It seemed as if a pair of majestic eyes were staring at him through the void. The Tongtian Pai in Lin Su's hand automatically activated and turned into a golden thread connected to Zhi Feng, boundless. The holy power disappeared, and Lin Su fell out of thin air and landed in Zhicheng.

Zhicheng looks no different from a normal human city.

There are restaurants, academies, countless crowds of people, and even countless businesses. It seems that business is pretty good.

Entering the restaurant, a waiter greeted him and said enthusiastically: "Master, do you want some wine or food?"

"yes!"

"Excuse me, sir, should I pay with contribution points or with banknotes?"

Lin Su said: "Bank notes."

The waiter's enthusiasm plummeted: "If you pay with a banknote, please take a seat in this hall, it's a hundred taels of silver!"

His hand stretched out directly.

Looking at the waiter's outstretched hand, Lin Su was a little confused: "I didn't even start to order, how did you know it was a hundred taels of silver?"

Before the waiter could speak, a man walked in from behind Lin Su and smiled coldly: "You don't even have any contribution points, and you still want to order? Get out of here!"

Lin Su turned around and saw a group of people.

The person who said rude words to him was a follower, not a scholar at all. After scolding Lin Su, this person did not even see Lin Su's eyes. He and another follower looked like each other. Everyone bowed at the same time: "Please invite the three saints to come upstairs!"

In the middle, three young people walked side by side and strode up to the second floor with their heads held high.

They were all purple-clad scribes.

But there are subtle differences.

There was a person in the middle with a light golden shoulder, and inside was an open book. As he walked, the book seemed to be opened, and it turned out to be "Lun Yu". (End of chapter)