Jiang Chang'an's heart trembled, he had tried very hard to hide some writing habits, but he was still recognized by the old man at a glance.

The old man in the straw hat said again: "It's just that the words written by the little brother seem to have been modified, and the calligraphy that is really used has not been used at all, I don't know if the old man is lucky enough to see the demeanor of Zhang Yunzhi's old guy?"

As he spoke, the old man took out an ink pen from the basket of herbs on his back.

He didn't give the pen to Jiang Changan, but said with a smile: "I haven't touched the ink for a long time, and my hands are a little itchy. ”

Dipping it in ink, the old man stretched his waist and wrote on the stone wall without thinking: "The young man doesn't care, the streamer is like an arrow." I don't realize that Shaoguang is changing. Until now, the hereditary moon is full, the flowers are full, and the wine is full. The flat boat wants to relieve the weeping Yang bank, still feast with the same joy, the sun will be scattered, leaning on the orchid, looking at the water far, the sky is far away, and the people are far away. ”

He wrote this poem countless times, without a pause, from beginning to end.

"Good words!

Jiang Changan couldn't help but applaud, but felt a little inappropriate, and asked, "Although the old gentleman's writing is good, it is ......."

"It doesn't hurt to be straight—"

was praised, and the old man said happily.

"But it doesn't look like it's ...... prospects"

"Hehe, my brother has some insight, this poem was not written by me, but by an old friend many years ago, and I just took the opportunity to write it. ”

"The water written in the old gentleman's book is far away from the sky and far away, and in the end, what I want is this sentence that people are far away, I don't know which one the senior is reading?"

The old man in the straw hat pointed to the bulging grave bag and said with a smile: "She is the person my old friend wants to miss." ”

Afraid of arousing the other party's heartache and involving the souls of the dead, Jiang Changan immediately stopped asking.

"Why did the little brother come to the capital?"

"Visiting relatives. ”

"Visiting relatives, you're not visiting relatives......

Jiang Changan looked down at what he was wearing, a snow-white white shirt, there was nothing wrong with it, and said with a smile: "Why did the old gentleman say that the kid didn't visit relatives?"

"How can a person visiting a family be murderous!"

Jiang Chang'an's heart was cold, and the old man suddenly smiled: "Little brother, don't be nervous, I don't care at all about what you do, a bad old man, huh-"

The old man handed the brush to Jiang Chang'an's hand.

The pen barrel is warm and moist, and for Jiang Changan, who has used hundreds of ink pens, he can tell at a glance that it is not ordinary.

Even if he didn't believe that Jiang Changan could write any nouns and sentences, he was full of expectations.

If you use your own calligraphy, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be people in the palace who have seen Zhang Yunzhi's calligraphy, and Zhang Yunzhi's subordinates are only Jiang Chang'an's heirs in the true sense, and Jiang Chang'an's identity will be clearly revealed at that time, no matter how well he hides Jiang Chang'an's identity.

When he was hesitating, the old man seemed to see the worry in his heart, and said with a smile: "Little brother, don't worry, the huge Jingzhou, outsiders only know that Zhang Yunzhi's calligraphy cursive is the best in the world, but there are only five people who have really seen the calligraphy of the old man Zhang, and your identity will not be revealed." ”

Jiang Changan smiled bitterly, it won't be revealed, and you haven't seen it at a glance at this moment? But since this is the case, Jiang Changan has nothing to worry about, let go of all the burdens, and concentrate on the pen!

"The air is full of autumn, and the heart is galloping and the wilderness is fast and traveling. My generation is out of the right of immortals, and I am the leader. The pen falls and the dragon and snake go, the poem becomes a god and a ghost, and it takes a hundred feet to show the mountains and rivers. Go to the south, and the sword will swing in Zhongzhou!"

The old man in the straw hat stroked his palms and laughed: "Okay! What a voice spread to the south, the sword swings in Zhongzhou! The young man is really angry!"

If you look closely, there are only two or three complicated words on the stone wall, but instead of making people feel a little strange, simplifying the complex gives birth to the illusion that this character should be written like this.

Each word list is not formed, but all of them are connected to become a masterpiece!

"Good words, good words, good people!"

The old man in the straw hat said three good words in a row, but Jiang Changan didn't know how to answer.

"It's worthy of Zhang Wenyong's apprentice of that old guy, little brother, I have the urge to tear down this stone wall and go home, it seems that a few people will be watched here day and night in a few days, in case that the chicken and dog thief steal what a pity. ”

The old man in the straw hat said casually, Jiang Changan also said that the old man was child's play, and he didn't care too much, and said with a smile: "The old gentleman and my teacher Zhang Yunzhi know each other?"

"Recognize. ”

"Are you a friend?" Jiang Changan asked.

"Friend?" the old man in the straw hat squinted and thought with a smile, "How can you be considered a friend of that old fellow?" If you have a lifelong friendship to be considered a friend, then that old guy may only have one friend, but if you say a few words and drink a few cups of tea to be a friend, then I can barely count one." ”

Hearing that he had drunk a few cups of tea, Jiang Changan admired the old man even more, he knew Zhang Yunzhi's character very well, drinking tea was all based on feeling, if he met the right person, even if he was a beggar, he could make a pot of good tea, if he met the wrong person, even if it was Xia Xin, the emperor of Xia Zhou, it was difficult to sit down and say more.

Jiang Changan couldn't help but ask curiously: "There is only one friendship that has passed by life, who is the old gentleman talking about?"

Although Zhang Yunzhi is his master

The old man in the straw hat smiled: "Who else, Zhang Yunzhi suddenly became a guest secretary of Jiangzhou Jiangfu for some reason more than 20 years ago, and he never took a step to pick up the star tower for the rest of his life, and this person who has a lifelong friendship can only be a person from Jiangzhou." ”

"Jiang family?" The only thing Jiang Changan could think of was his grandfather Jiang Shikong.

No longer continuing on this topic, Jiang Changan asked: "If the kid didn't guess wrong, the old gentleman should be from the palace, right?"

"Sort of. The old man smiled and said: "This pen will be given to the little brother, and I can be regarded as having some friendship with the old guy Zhang Yunzhi back then, what is the matter, take this pen to a bamboo forest in the southwest corner of the palace to find me, a bad old man." ”

Jiang Chang'an stopped breathing and said indifferently: "The old gentleman misunderstood, I was just visiting relatives, what ability can I get in and out of the palace?"

"Haha, others can't do it, but you're different, take it. The old man in the straw hat said meaningfully: "Little brother, your visit to relatives this time is very dangerous, so you can do it yourself." ”

After that, he carried the straw basket on his back and walked slowly and shallowly.

The old man recognized his identity because of his calligraphy, but chose to help him because of his calligraphy.

"Bamboo forest?" Jiang Changan wondered. I've never heard of a bamboo forest in the palace before, but what is that?

Jiang Changan secretly wrote down this place, looked up at the thousand-year-old majestic palace city, and there was only war intent in his eyes.

On this day, Xia Ji waited for six years, Lingxiao Palace Mu Huaqing waited for six years, and at the same time, Jiang Changan also waited for six years.

The covenant of pilgrimage came as promised, but before that, Jiang Changan had to fulfill his lifelong wish.

The atmosphere of slaughter in the city of Jingzhou, the towering imperial city, still do not know that the black clouds are pressing, it is the calm before the storm, a big wind and rain, is slowly attacking from the east of the city......

After this incident, the two little girls suddenly lost their interest in continuing to have fun, and hurriedly entered the city to find a restaurant to have a good meal.

After walking for half an hour, I finally entered Jingzhou City.

"Hey, Jiang Chang'an, what do you mean by every New Year, all of them are closed......"

He looked around at night and asked, "Why does it look like something big is happening?"

Jiang Changan also wondered, according to common sense, a prosperous place like Jingzhou should be full of people at any time, let alone the New Year's Festival.

The little girl frowned, for her, no one is unimportant, but none of them sell food. The door was closed, the shops were closed, only a few pedestrians hurried on the road, and when they saw Jiang Chang'an, they fled in panic without looking back.

After walking for two or three miles, I saw a restaurant on the side of the street, with glazed eaves and red bricks and jade tiles, and the decoration was magnificent, but there were few doors, and business was sluggish.

Seeing that a guest was coming, the shopkeeper who was taking a nap hurriedly greeted him with a smile: "The guest officer, please come inside, is it a hotel?"