But there was a sudden movement in my heart.

The surname Fan is not simple-he has the same surname as Fan Wenzheng, and he knows the empress.

The empress, Shunzong, Su Su, and Yue Pingchuan traveled to the rivers and lakes when they were young, and not many people in the cool world knew about it, and those who could know it were all people with great status.

How did you know about this Fan surnamed Miaozhu?

And......

According to the time speculation, the time when the temple surnamed Fan was blessed to the temple of the saint seems to be when the empress and others traveled to the rivers and lakes, and there is something else to do with this.

The temple surnamed Fan smiled, "It's gloomy today, there is no one in the temple, little brother is at his own convenience, I'll go buy a new pot of wine." ”

After speaking, Shi Shiran took his hand and left.

Li Ruyu can't cry or laugh, you can also drink in the temple?

Miaozhu surnamed Fan seemed to know what Li Ruyu was thinking, and said in laughter: "This temple is dedicated to saints, not Buddhas, and there is also a saying that the Buddha sits on wine and meat in his heart. ”

Li Ruyu stared at the Fan surnamed Miaozhu and went away, frowning and pondering.

I can't think of anything.

Looking back, the inscription of the four empresses has been at the end of the stone wall, and then it is the stone gate of the temple, the porch carved by mahogany is antique, and the couplets are hung on both sides.

"The left shoulder is back on the same day."

"The moon on the right shoulder is all over the world."

It seems to be from the hand of a famous artist, and it is magnificent, but the font on the left and the right are two completely different styles.

Calligraphy also has a theory of muscles and bones.

This couplet, "the left shoulder of the big day to return to the seven words", the edges and corners are clear, the bone strength is strong, evenly balanced and thin, chasing the Wei stele is decisive and iron-clad, the dot painting is crisp and beautiful, the bone strength is rigorous, the structure is rigorous, slightly uniform and thin, such as the old tree is hideous and hideous, and it is like the old pine chess stone on the barren mountain in the middle of winter.

And the "right shoulder bright moon put the four seas" seven characters, the structure is square and dense, the pen is strong and vigorous, upright and open and majestic, the pen is thick and strong, there is also a sharp edge, the atmosphere is majestic in the muscles and bones, the structure is calm, and the dot painting is flying.

If the seven characters on the left side of "Left Shoulder Day Returns" are a row of bones, then the right side of "Right Shoulder Bright Moon Release" is a piece of muscle, even if it looks at it alone, it can lead a generation of coquettishness.

Not to mention the contrast between the two.

The left bone and the right tendon perfectly show a realm of calligraphy.

Li Ruyu is immersed in it, because of the existence of a scholar on the top of the mountain in his mind, Li Ruyu's calligraphy can be lifted in the arts, and the old minister Liu Zhengqing can hold "Chivalrous Travel" and enter the ground, so that he can naturally see through the grace of calligraphy now.

This look is immersed in it, and I don't know the years.

It wasn't until the voice of the Fan surnamed Miaozhu sounded in his ears that Li Ruyu came back to his senses, and then he was terrified.

I remembered a person.

Old husband Liu Zhengqing!

Before the death of the old minister Liu Zhengqing, he wrote Mobao, the empress let Yan Qing block the thunder, Li Ruyu has also seen Liu Zhengqing's masterpiece, if his vision is right, the sentence on the left side of this couplet, "The left shoulder returns to the day", is the willow font created by the old minister Liu Zhengqing.

So who wrote "the bright moon on the right shoulder"?

Fan surnamed Miaozhu carried the wine in his hand, it was not old wine, but a wine brewed from a certain grain here in Caizhou, the taste was pure and pure, not choking, but it was easy to get slightly drunk, and it was more popular with readers in Caizhou.

Anyone who reads alcohol is not just trying to be free and easy, how can he really drink like a life and get drunk like mud, this kind of food wine that can make people drink slightly is the most favored.

Fan surnamed Miaozhu shook the wine pot in his hand, "In the north, most people actually prefer to burn knives, and in the south, wine such as daughter red is more popular, but it is also embarrassing that Caizhou is not south or north, but there is a lot of good wine, such as the pot of wine I bought, which was originally called three sleeps, which means that as long as you drink three sips, you will be slightly drunk, simple, vulgar and straightforward." However, in the early years when he was still in the Shunzong Dynasty, the nephew of the owner of the wine shop was admitted to the first place, and the scholar later became an official to a book, a few years ago, in Lin'an Jingcheng, he waved his pen and sent a plaque to the cousin who went to ask to change the name of the wine, so the three sleeping is not called three sleeping now, but Yuntoufu. ”

After three mouths, like floating clouds, I don't know if I am in the world or on the clouds and become a fairy.

The wonder of being slightly drunk is all in this cloud head floating three words.

It's a wonderful feeling about being slightly drunk, and in words that I don't remember seeing there, the slightly drunk words have a kind of unfinished chic, and the slightly drunk words have a wonderful comfort.

After getting slightly drunk, it really makes people relaxed, as if they are back in their mother's arms.

Li Ruyu laughed dryly, he didn't study wine, but he knew the story of Yuntoufu - Yuntoufu was the masterpiece of Zhou Miaoshu, the governor of the political affairs, when he served as the secretary of the Ministry of Rites.

Zhou Miaoshu was the first in the first class back then.

And the change of Yuntoufu's name is said to have alarmed the empress - this was the time when Xie Yun and Xie Lang came to the door to ask for Mobao, and the empress suspected that the Zhou family who brewed Yuntoufu was the alien Du Kang, and almost implicated Zhou Miaoshu.

Who Du Kang is, Li Ruyu doesn't care.

smiled at the moment: "Then what do you think of the three words Yuntoufu." ”

Fan surnamed Miaozhu laughed, "Very good, very good." ”

walked in, and turned around and said: "Little brother, if you want to buy incense and candle wax to worship the saint, it doesn't hurt, but it also depends on fate." ”

Li Ruyu smiled, noncommittal.

After the temple Zhu entered, Li Ruyu looked at the couplet and groaned for a long time, always feeling that it seemed to be a horizontal couplet, and he had a vague thought in his heart, wanting to make up for it with ink, but he couldn't grasp it.

sighed helplessly, he was really not as good as Liu Zhengqing's old husband.

Walk into the Stone Temple of the Saints.

Fan surnamed Miaozhu leaned on the bench outside the main hall, there was a mouthful of shallow sipping of the clouds, Li Ruyu picked up three pieces of one and a half feet of fine incense from the side, and walked into the main hall.

In the temple, there are saints leaning against the stone wall.

The top of the hall is a mural of colorful auspicious clouds, not like it is from the handwriting of a famous artist, rough and delicate and insufficient, but it is okay, it has not faded and fallen, the stone walls on both sides are some poems written by Fan Wenzheng Gong when he was alive, and on the front wall behind the statue of the saint, there are only two lines of words, but it is a portrayal of Fan Wenzheng's life:

The worries of the world are worried.

The joy of the world after tomorrow.

One on the left and one on the right, lined up on both sides of the saint.

The statue of the saint Fan Wenzheng, dressed in a Confucian shirt and wearing a Confucian scarf, is holding the appearance of a scholar, holding a book behind him with one hand, and holding a book with the other, looking into the distance with a peaceful gaze.

It's not the small town stone temple that you see.

It's the world.

Li Ruyu naturally has a heart of respect, Fan Wenzheng, a saint who reads and sanctifies, deserves the incense of the people of the world, and his view of "worrying about the worries of the world and worrying about the joy of the world after the world" is also an example for readers after thousands of years.

Compared with the sage who proposed that "the poor are good alone, and those who reach the world will help the world", it is still a step higher.

Li Ruyu held three fine incense sticks, lit the incense in the ash furnace in front of the statue of the saint, held it between his foreheads, bowed respectfully three times, and then gently stepped forward to insert the incense into the ash furnace.

Slowly took a few steps back, and then he sighed, "If Fan Wenzheng is still here, the world will be so chaotic?" ”

Mr.'s heart, I wish the worries of the world before the worries of the world and the joy of the world after the worries, and I would like to do the same.

The ethereal thought in my heart suddenly grasped a thought.

Outside the main hall, Fan surnamed Miaozhu, who had drunk a little interestingly, chuckled, "Fan Wenzheng's talent can't stop the current situation, and fortunately Fan Wenzheng is not in the current prosperous era, otherwise in the troubled times that followed, wouldn't Fan Wenzheng have to be depressed to death all his life?" ”

Li Ruyu was stunned.

The point of view of these words is not very clever, but a temple Zhu said it, it is a little people who make people figure it out, this cool world is really hidden dragon and crouching tiger, and a small temple Zhu actually has the foresight to see through the general trend of the world.

Walking out of the main hall and looking at the stone temple in the small town not far away, Li Ruyu thought about it and asked the doubts in his heart, "Are you the descendant of Fan Wenzhenggong?" ”

Fan surnamed Miaozhu smiled, noncommittal, but poured a glass of wine and handed it to Li Ruyu, "Have a drink?" ”

Li Ruyu smiled and declined.

The saint temple in Shimiao Town, after all, was initiated by the people to repair, and there is no scale, only a large hall is dedicated to Fan Wenzheng, and a side hall is the residence of the temple.

Li Ruyu lost interest, so he said a word of annoyance and prepared to leave.

When he walked out, he suddenly turned around and looked at Miao Zhu, "This couplet is still far from horizontal, I thought about it before, can I add it?" ”

Miaozhu surnamed Fan glanced back at the three fine incense sticks that Li Ruyu had inserted in the ash furnace, was stunned for a moment, and immediately smiled, "But it is okay, it will definitely be a good story in the future." ”

Li Ruyu drew his sword, used the sword as a pen, added a horizontal link to the dragon flying phoenix dance, took a few steps back, looked at it carefully for a while, and left with a laugh after the long sword was returned to the sheath.

I have seen the saints, and I have gone to them.

Miaozhu surnamed Fan watched Li Ruyu's figure go away on the road on the stone wall, put down the wine glass in his hand, came to the door, looked up at the horizontal couplet carved by Li Ruyu with a long sword, and looked relieved.

It's not the four words of the traditional cross-link.

It's five words, and the format of the upper and lower links is very out-of-tant.

"It's not just Fan Wenzheng!"

The five words of floating clouds are like a shocking dragon, even if there are masterpieces of Liu Zhengqing and a certain person, Li Ruyu's five words also stand out, and the style overwhelms the upper and lower links.

Fan surnamed Miao Zhu bowed, "It is the wind of the sage." ”

It is gratifying that Li Ruyu can overpower the calligraphy attainments of Liu Zhengqing and a certain person surnamed Yan, after all, that young man is likely to be the sage of calligraphy, and the fan surnamed Miaozhu is relieved by the spirit revealed in the five words of Henglian.

The left shoulder is like a big day, and the moon on the right shoulder is all over the world, this is Liu Zhengqing and the Yan surname everyone's evaluation of Fan Wenzheng, but Li Ruyu's five words are telling the world.

He Li Ruyu can do the same.

This is the bearing that a person who has the world in his heart should have.

Fan surnamed Miaozhu laughed, and his eyes fell on the three fine incense sticks that Li Ruyu inserted in the ash furnace in front of the statue of Fan Wenzhenggong: Li Ruyu didn't notice that after he turned around and walked out of the main hall, the three fine incense sticks had been extinguished.

Li Ruyu's worship is not subject to the saint.

Whether you dare not accept it, or you don't want to accept it, Fan surnamed Miao Zhu knows it - some people put on incense, and Li Ruyu is not the only one who goes out but does not burn, but there are not many.

Only one person.

The last time the incense was extinguished, it was the question "Is it cool?" The world is so big, I want to see it."

Even Su Su and Yue Pingchuan at that time, as well as the man who was still named Zhao Ruoyu, were incensed, and Fan Wenzheng accepted it calmly.

Only not subject to the fragrance of the strange woman of the ages.

Today, not subject to juvenile incense.

Fan surnamed Miaozhu looked into the distance, his eyes seemed to fall on Guanyun Mountain, and he sighed.

The old pine is still there.

But the world will be in chaos.

I just don't know when this big fish, who can't worship today, will become a person like a woman of ancient wonders-or a saint, who single-handedly created the Great Liang Empress of Yong'an and Yongzhen, and deserves the title of saint.

……

……

Looking at the cloud mountain, the clouds cover the mist.

There is no one on the top of the mountain, only a magnificent old pine that has been struck by thunder, and the mountain wind does not move the pine branches.

At first glance, Lao Song is like a reader sitting with a book in his hand!

……

……

Li Ruyu didn't know that the three fine incense sticks on him had been extinguished, and he walked on the path between the stone walls, without warning, the white heart in his mind was beating wildly, and his skin had goosebumps, which were extremely tight.

In an instant, Li Ruyu was blessed with a pause in his soul, a short body, and retreated.

Coherent.

A cold light suddenly flashed in front of him, and the tip of the sword was only half an inch away from the heart!

It seems that there has always been an invisible cold light there, and it was not until I walked over that the cold light suddenly stabbed out of the void, and it was extremely ruthless.

If it weren't for Li Ruyu's blessing to retreat from his heart, this cold light would have pierced his heart.

After the cold light, it was a sword-wielding Dao Gu who seemed to have flashed out of the void, wearing a skirt but a Dao crown, and after a miss, the cold light disappeared, and the Dao Gu also disappeared.

Li Ruyu was like a great enemy, and the long sword was unsheathed again.

However, Dao Gu had disappeared, as if she had never appeared, but Li Ruyu knew that she was still here, and no one knew where her next sword would come from.

In his mind, the mountaintop scholar and the armored general appeared, and they only stood silently between heaven and earth in their minds.

A strange figure appeared in a strange dress, and some information came into Li Ruyu's consciousness.

Although Li Ruyu didn't like this strange figure doing nonsense in his mind, he had to admit that his existence gave him great convenience, at least at this moment, he knew the identity of this aunt.

There is a high probability that Dao Gu is the female assassin named Nie Yinniang.

He once took the head of Kongkonger, who has divine skills and is one of the three major swordsmen, in the void.

Li Ruyu's mood was suddenly in turmoil.

Without him, at the inn where the town Shimiao was staying, there was suddenly a sword intent volleying up in the air.

Ah Mu came out with a sword?!

Li Ruyu suddenly figured out one thing in his heart: he came to the Sage Temple because he heard the talk of the three scholars, and he had always felt that something was wrong, but it turned out to be so.

They had said that the scholar surnamed Shi had a masterpiece in the temple of the saints in the morning, but after reading all the inscriptions on the stone wall, there were no new works—obviously they were lying.

Then there is only one possibility: they deliberately lured themselves away from Liu Banzhao.

But it doesn't matter, there is Ah Mu and Guo in the inn, and he is about to face a powerful Inhuman assassin, so he doesn't dare to be distracted, in the face of such an elusive assassin, Li Ruyu is a little stretched, until Jing Ke appears in his mind, Li Ruyu settles down.

Jing Ke appeared between heaven and earth in his mind, and suddenly someone seemed to be singing the strong words that the wind is Xiao Xiao and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return, and between the heaven and the earth, Jing Ke said to himself: I will break it.

Li Ruyu grabbed the sword like a dagger, blocking a flash of cold light behind his back, and said seriously to the face that was about to disappear in surprise: "Actually, I am also an assassin. ”

Assassin Jing Ke, this battle Nie Yinniang!

Suddenly there was a bleak wind, and if there was a big wave in the wind, it rolled up thousands of piles of snow.

Li Ruyu's figure also disappeared into the void.

Under the stone wall, the cold light shines from time to time.