The scorching sun is in the sky, the long sword is pointing to the sky, the sharp and simple heart-cutting sword, and the tea stains on the sword are scorching and shining in the sun, all of which are about to flash the eyes of the three of them...

Getaway, from-

After the spring breeze, the verdant trees on the mountain wall, the fallen leaves fluttered, Li Yun was like a minion step by step, together with the fallen leaves, staying in the air, stepping on the fallen leaves, waving a long sword.

Under the bewildered gazes of the three of them, the long sword was swung up.

Sonorous –

Sparks splashed.

[A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date...]

[Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio...]

...

The sword fluttered, leaving deep and shallow notches on the hard mountain wall.

A song is drunk alone under the moon, and the poem is on the mountain wall.

"Wait a minute, what's going on, am I hallucinating?" Xiao Fang muttered at the poems written on the mountain wall, he didn't know calligraphy, he didn't know poetry, he only knew a person, a sword, on the mountain wall, wrote a long poem.

"I shouldn't be too late to take pictures now..." Hu Xiaoice wanted to take out the photo, but found that the long poem had been completed, the first article of the moon alone had been completed, and Li Yun, as the initiator, was also standing beside him, and the long sword that originally exuded a sharp temperament had disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The three of them didn't think it was a hallucination, and Cheng Shi on the mountain wall in front of them was telling them that these were all real, and there were no special effects.

Even Hu Sheng, who boasted that he had seen a lot of battles, swallowed his saliva, he had never seen such a skill, but as a calligrapher, the first thing he thought of was the calligraphy itself.

"Is that your word..."

This is the word for the poor. Li Yun smiled slightly, waved the whisk in his hand that he didn't know when it appeared again, and said indifferently: "Paper, and pen are too small and soft for the poor road, only the mountain and the sword can carry the words of the poor road." ”

Hu Sheng walked forward with a cane, trembling and touching the handwriting carved out of the long sword, fluttering and chic, and writing wildly... However, in this chic and fluttering word, there is a trace of responsibility and a trace of attachment.

It's not really chic, but it's better than chic-

Finally, Hu Sheng took a deep breath.

"I have to admit that you are stronger now..."

After a long time, Hu Sheng could only shake his head and look at the words in front of him, which can be called a mountain wall painting of art.

At this time, Hu Xiaoice next to him finally reacted, his grandfather actually admitted defeat, this stubborn old man who has been stubborn for most of his life and is not convinced in any field actually admitted defeat.

Looking at the mural born of a sword in front of him, Hu Xiaoice hesitated for a moment and said, "Little Dao Chief... The words of this Taoist chief are obviously not in line with the temperament of this calligraphy and painting, why do you respect it so much, grandpa..."

The so-called calligraphy, painting and calligraphy, only the content itself conforms, is called real calligraphy, otherwise the temperament of the opposite and the opposite is mixed together, it is nondescript.

"This moon is drinking alone, obviously describing the poet's inner sorrow and desolation, but you wrote dashing, is this really good..." Hu Xiaoice looked at Li Yun and couldn't help but say.

Whether it's a miracle with a sword as a pen or a drop, content is king after all...

Li Yun didn't answer Hu Xiaoice, but just looked at Hu Sheng and smiled: "Jushi, you have understood." ”

Although he drinks alone under the moon, it seems to write about the poet's sad and desolate state of mind and taste. Hu Sheng turned his head and said: "But this poem, in the final analysis, is that the poet is longing for his friends to be able to drink a pot of wine with him, instead of drinking with the moonlight as now, is this true? With the words of infinite affection, I wrote this poem, which fits the poet's style. ”

"Layman talent. Li Yun nodded, Hu Sheng saw all the meanings between the lines, but this word has another meaning, that is, this word is used to wake up Hu Sheng.

"What kind of talent can I be..."Hu Sheng smiled bitterly, shook his head and sighed, and muttered to himself: "This poet has no chance, he has nothing to drink alone under the moon, he doesn't want to be separated from his friends, but he has to obey reality, and I, but I am refusing, using ridiculous arrogance to reject friends." ”

In order not to affect the so-called calligraphy skills, in order not to let his calligraphy change with the change of mood, all kinds of ridiculous decisions were made...

After a long time, Hu Sheng looked at Li Yun and said, "Little Daoist, you... Is it really a free ride?"

"I have shackles, responsibilities, people and things around me. Li Yun sighed with emotion, thought of a lot, and then said: "But I am really chic." ”

The real chic and chic, even if he is carrying the so-called responsibility, is still chic as usual...

Hu Sheng didn't speak, just stood in place with a cane.

Li Yun left, leaving alone, Hu Xiaoice and Xiao Fang did not stay, because they didn't see it at all, how people disappeared, but the tail feathers of a white crane appeared in this place——

Come gently, leave gently, leave without a trace.

When Hu Sheng figured everything out, he saw that the person had left, and the remaining tea on the coffee table had been drunk...

Hu Sheng smiled and bowed lightly to the empty teacup, from the heart.

"Thank you... The trail is long..."

"How did he leave, I didn't even see him..."Xiao Fang muttered to himself, interrupted by Hu Sheng.

At this time, Hu Sheng said to Xiao Fang: "Go, prepare the car, let's go out." ”

"Where to go, grandpa, is the Elephant Head Mountain Sanqingguan?" Hu Xiaoice asked, feeling that his grandfather should go to the Elephant Head Mountain Sanqingguan, after all, looking at such a magical thing, naturally wanted to explore.

Hu Sheng shook his head.

"Let's not go to Elephant Head Mountain, go to Elephant Head Village. ”

"What are you doing there?" Hu Xiaoice wondered.

"Go see my friend, my true friend. ”

Hu Sheng walked out of the gate with a cane, his body looking weak, but more powerful than usual...

...

Back in Elephant Head Mountain Village, Hu Sheng looked at the small building in front of him that said [Lao Yang's Family]...

Knock Knock Knock –

There was a knock on the door.

"Who. ”

"I... Your old friend, Hu Sheng. ”

The footsteps in the door of the room stopped twice, and then, the door opened, and there was a somewhat clumsy Yang village chief, with reading glasses on his face, this scene made Hu Sheng recall the past, when there was no presbyopia, and his body was still so thin, the little young man who liked to read.

Standing in front of the door in a daze, it seemed to go back to the past, in the dilapidated wooden dormitory door, two young people...

How similar it is now.

"Old Hu..."Village Chief Yang said with a complicated expression, but was interrupted by Hu Sheng.

"Do you still play chess? I'm going to kill you without leaving a piece of armor. ”

Village Chief Yang was stunned, and then smiled.

"Oh, yes. ”