Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Under the South City Wall, the ruler is not big. It looks more like a temple. It should probably not be a particularly important house (no one has ever returned to the place where the ruler is in trouble), so only two soldiers stand outside the door.

Su Yan walked over and said the situation. The two soldiers looked at Ye Xiaomu and took the Su smoke out to the outside to let Ye Xiaomu go in.

Then a soldier shouted a scorpion inside, waiting for Ye Xiaomu to enter the yard, and immediately came out with a scholar dressed middle-aged man (should be a middle-aged ghost) and walked toward him.

Ye Xiaomu still wants to say hello, the scholar nodded to him and turned directly to go inside. "Come with me."

Ye Xiaomu followed him into the hall, and Ye Xiaomu saw a statue in the middle, glaring and round, holding a golden gilt with his hands, and it looked pretentious.

"Come here."

The scholar introduced Ye Xiaomu to the partial hall, let him wait, and went to inform him.

Ye Xiaomu looked around the room, only a set of seats, and a simple bed, all wood, although simple, but the work looks good. There are several landscape paintings hanging on the wall. Ye Xiaomu was a bit nervous, just borrowing this relief, so I went to see it.

Don't say that these paintings are really good...not good, but very good!

Ye Xiaomu practiced calligraphy from a small age, and he also studied the painting a little bit. The more he saw it, the more he felt that these paintings were quite powerful. When he saw the money, it turned out to be "Badashan people", and his heart was stunned. The paintings of Bada Shanren were in the thousands of years. In history, you can rank in the top ten. This pen name is also very interesting. It is written like a "cry" and "laugh".

Ye Xiaomu was looking at it, and the outside picture suddenly came to the footsteps. Ye Xiaomu stood in a hurry and stood in, and the scholar who came in, let Ye Xiaomu go to the church with him, turned to the hall, and followed the screen to the back. Into a study room, there is a huge table, a seemingly thin old man sitting in front of the book, buried his head and looked at something.

The scholar walked with Ye Xiaomu, let him stand opposite the table, and then said to the old man behind the table: "The sergeant, the Taoist priest brought it."

"Well, let's go." The old man did not lift.

After the scholars went out, the old man was still burying his head. Ye Xiaomu waited for a long time and did not respond. Curiously stretched his neck and looked at it. The old man was not looking at the official documents, but was enjoying a word.

Ye Xiaomu waited for a long time and didn't respond. His eyes fell on the word in front of him. After watching it for a long time, the old man looked up and gave him a look. He asked, "Can you understand?"

"From a small practice, you can only say that it is a hobby." Ye Xiaomu bowed his hand and said: "This word is good."

“How good?”

Ye Xiaomu boldly walked to his side and observed for a while, saying: "This word is absolutely good, definitely the masterpiece of the great master."

"Crap, not so good, can you enter my eyes?"

Ye Xiaomu looked at him for a moment and scratched his head and said: "Weird, most of the characters in ancient times, I have seen them all, and I have impressions. I really can’t see which one is the treasure of everyone, and... It seems to be murderous."

Calligraphy is written by Li Bai's "Knights", but only the first four sentences are written. The more you squat, the more essays you write, and you don't want to write them later.

"Can you see murder? That's not bad."

The old man glanced at him with a glance and said: "To tell you the truth, this is the word of Ye Shaoyang."

Ye Xiaomu mouth twitches, "What, he still writes?"

"I don't know, the world only knows that he is a mage. Actually, his words are very good. It's just that this guy is too lazy. I haven't written anything seriously. I still look for his brother, Lao Guo. There is indeed a murderous murder, but he is missing, otherwise the old man really wants to talk to him and let him write a good one."

Ye Xiaomu was shocked. He had heard that Ye Shaoyang would write, but he thought it was a fan level. He didn't expect to write so well!

"Who do you like the most?" asked the old man.

Ye Xiaomu replied, giving his own evaluation, the old man expressed disagreement, and then expressed his opinion, the more the two talked, the old man was very happy, pointing to a word hanging on the wall for him to appreciate.

This word is really simple, just one word: heart.

At first glance, this is the word, but when you look closely, it looks like a painting. It is like a painting. It is like pouring ink directly. The combination of painting and calligraphy is obviously a flat thing, but it gives people a strong three-dimensional sense.

Ye Xiaomu stared at it, and it became a **** in a moment, as if entering an illusory world, only black and white, seemingly simple and infinite change, Ye Xiaomu took the opportunity to explore and curiously explored.

I don't know how long it took. Someone took a picture on his head. Everything in front of him disappeared and returned to reality. The first thing he saw was the face of the old man with a shock.

"You actually saw the heart?"

"Heart? What is that?" Ye Xiaomu did not understand, and said what he saw.

The old man did not want to speak. He has not calmed down yet. He said slowly: "This word is the ink treasure left by Yang Ming’s ancestors. It contains the heart of his life. The magic can not be expressed in words. Anyone who can see where the Tao is located must have extraordinary understanding."

Ye Xiaomu recalled, frowning said: "But I am not sure what I saw, that is... a black and white world, seems to have nothing?"

The old man smiled and said: "The Tao can only comprehend, which can directly let you see."

"So... what good is it?"

"When you raise your realm, you know it, but now it doesn't feel anything."

The old man is still a little excited. He pointed to the painting and said: "Only because the Master of the Earth has come to me to hang my name. This calligraphy and painting has been hanging here since I got it. Every time I come, I will let him see it. This painting, but you can see the doorway, um... you have been the fourth in these 50 years."

"Who are the top three?"

"The first one is Ye Shaoyang."

It is him... it is the name that the magical world will never be able to circumvent.

"He was about seven or eight years old. He just got into the Taoist boy. His master brought him. He saw the heart of his heart at a glance. I was shocked to be a man of heaven. If not, what happened to him in the future, you also I heard that. The second one is the coldness of Longhushan. The child is also a genius. The talent in practice is not lost to Ye Shaoyang. It’s just...hey, don’t mention it.” The old man shook his head and sighed.

Ye Xiaomu couldn’t help but say: "Is there another one?"

"That is the Yuanchen. The talent of this kid is also very strong."