Xuzhu smiled: "Buddhism is naturally boundless, but there is no need to write it out. Mi Da help me write a 'Qinyuan Spring'! ”

"Qin Yuanchun?"

Mi Fu was stunned, frowned and said: "Could it be Su Dongpo's old boy's Qinyuan Spring. If it's a chain'? ”

Mi Fu and Su Shi is an old acquaintance, the two often exchange calligraphy and painting with each other, the world recited Qinyuan spring words are not rare, Mi Fu first thought of the work of this old friend.

However, for this master, this word is very inappropriate!

The words read: It's always hard to help, many demons, and good things teach people not to be free. Empty reminiscence, thinking about the joy of the past, and the future will be leisurely......

Although this is not a glamorous poem, it can also be said that it is also a love affair between men and women, could it be that this master is trapped by love and is ready to return to vulgarity?

Haoxue didn't know what Mi Fu thought, otherwise he would have to praise him for his foresight.

It's a vulgar thing, and I will always do it in the future, but not now.

He Wanjun's father loves calligraphy, and naturally admires Taizu, who has a high attainment in calligraphy, and Taizu's poetry is also the life of the old man.

Haoxue stopped at the window of the second floor of the villa in Luliuzhuang, pushed open the window and saw a snow-capped scene, and the pride in his chest was abrupt, and he suddenly opened his mouth and said:

QIN Yuanchun. Snow.

The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only the remnants are reckless, up and down the big river, and suddenly lost and surging.

Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test.

It must be a sunny day, and look at the red makeup, which is extraordinarily enchanting.

There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waists.

Regret the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, slightly lose the literary style; Tang Dynasty Song Zu. Less.

A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan. Only know how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle.

In the past, a few romantic characters. Look at the present day!

Paraphrased by Xuzhu, this popular Taizu word, with indomitable heroism and majesty, stunned the Song Dynasty calligrapher Mi Fu nearly a thousand years ago.

What a broad mind, such a big bearing!

Mi Fu itself is also a famous literati, among the people who make friends with Su Dongpo such words as everyone, of course, there is a very high ability to appreciate, the general words are also difficult to enter his eyes.

However, this song "Qinyuan Spring. Snow", but let Mi Fu passionate. I can't help but be amazed.

Want to compete with the heavenly public test?

There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waists?

Well said!!

It's ridiculous that Su Dongpo's old boy is known for his bold style, and compared with the momentum of this sentence "I want to be higher than the heavenly princess", I'm afraid it's still a step worse.

There are so many delicate words in the country, and it is the essence of the change of dynasties and the blood-stained territory throughout the ages!

The second half of the ...... But it was Mi Fu who was sweating coldly.

said that the Qin Emperor and Han Wu slightly lost their literary talents, and that's it, after all, he was a figure from the previous dynasty.

Tang Taizong can also arrange whatever you want!

However, but this little monk even dared to write into the words of Song Taizu of this dynasty? Or even dare to openly criticize it for being "slightly inferior"?

So who is enough for this? Are you a little monk yourself?!

OMG!

Where is this a monk. This is clearly an imperial style who intends to usurp the throne and win the world!

It was also said later that Genghis Khan, a generation of Tianjiao, only knew how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle.

Genghis Khan is something, Mi Fu has never heard of it. However, judging from the matter of bending the bow and shooting the eagle, combined with the word "Khan" of the Mongolian customary leader, it mostly refers to the fierce forces on the steppe.

The little monk sat in front of me. It turned out to be the world, not even limited to the Central Plains?

Count the romantic characters. Still looking at the present day?

What the hell is he going to do!

Terrible, terrible!

For a time, Mi Fu actually had some two wars. Too shocked to speak.

Xuzhu smiled: "Master Mi...... Mi-sama? Don't think too much, it's just a poem, Lord Lao Bomi gave Mobao, soap, this thing, you should give more of it. ”

Mi Fu shook his head with a wry smile and said: "Master's words...... I really don't dare to put pen to paper! ”

Good guy, this is clearly an anti-song, if you are held accountable in the future, you will have to fall to the ground.

Although the soap is good, it is not as valuable as life, Mi Fu understands the stakes, how dare you casually put this "Qinyuan Spring. Snow was written.

Belch......

Haoxue thought that this time to play big, this Mi Fu is probably afraid of trouble, dare not write.

But today, when I see the snow scene outside the window, this is the most appropriate word. I went to He Wanjun's house before the Spring Festival, and it was hard to know that there would be snow in the north, so there was nothing more suitable than this poem.

So, he went around the bathroom, and under the strange gaze of He Wanjun and Zhao Xin, he took a few things back to the house.

"Brother Haoxue...... What to do? ”

"I don't understand it either!"

The two women muttered a sentence and continued to watch the soap opera.

In the hands of Xuzhu, there were good things that surprised Mi Fu one after another.

Toothbrushes, toothpaste, wipes, facial cleanser......

As Haoxue introduced their functions to Mi Fu one by one through the mouth of the void bamboo, Mi Daren finally collapsed.

Shame on him! Death is death, these good things, I will get them in my hands when I die!

Now I know how dirty and sloppy my previous self was, and the master is really right!

Spread out the rice paper, Mi Fu held the wolf pen, full of ink, whispered, just now the proud lyrics, has been formed in the chest.

Qin Yuanchun. Snow!

Mi Fu calligraphy, pay attention to "stable and good, dangerous and not strange, old and not dry, moist not fat", with the overall charm and perfection of details as the main artistic features, the writing process changes with the encounter, unique ingenuity.

This lyric work took only a few minutes, and it was completed in one stroke, and there was no pause in the stagnation.

Before the ink dried, I squinted my eyes and admired this freshly baked work.

It was a feeling to listen to the chanting of this little monk just now, but now that it fell on the paper, I only felt that a heroic spirit was blowing in my face, and there was a faint meaning of Jin Ge Iron Horse contained in it.

Xuzhu smiled: "Make up a sentence!" Just write: 'Taishan He Lord Yazheng, the first month of the year of the ninth Hao school Mi Fu book in Dengfeng City, Henan. ’”

This sentence, the format is right, but the content makes Mi Fu completely incomprehensible.

This year is not the year of Yiwei, it is the year of Renshen!

What is the name of Dengfeng City, Henan? This place should be called Yongqiu County!

Mi Fu felt more and more that this little monk was mysterious, and he left an eye when he made the payment, and he didn't dare to leave his real name, nor did he add his private seal.

In case this person really rebels in the future, and finds out that he is here, he can be regarded as having an excuse.

After paying a box of prepared Shufujia soap, as well as a number of toothpaste and toothbrushes and other cleaning supplies, this pair of calligraphy by the Northern Song Dynasty thousands of years ago Mi Fu personally wrote the "Qinyuan Spring. Snow" finally got its wish.

Hehe, that's sincere enough, isn't it? The content is He Wanjun's father's favorite Taizu word, and the writer is one of the four great calligraphers of the Song Dynasty who has been working for thousands of years.

Haoxue smiled at this work where the ink was not completely dry, although he didn't know how to appreciate it, but he also felt that it was indeed a good word!

Looking at the payment again, everything is as he wants......

Wait a minute!

Doesn't seem right here?

Haoxue's eyes widened, looking at the last part of the payment, it should have been "Haoxue Mi Fu book in Dengfeng City, Henan", but the word "Mi Fu" is a bit plausible.

This is not Mi Fu, this is written...... Mickey?

I've got a big grass!

Mickey Mouse??? (To be continued.) )