The wine held the wooden sword in his bare hand, and said with a smile: "Listen to the words of Mr. Three Idiots, the Qinyuan Spring in the hall just now was filled in by Xiaoyou, haha, I didn't pay attention to it just now, but now I look at it, and it is really a talent." Good! Xiaoyou and sit down, if you can appreciate your face and copy the first word, you are willing to give it to each other and talk about it. ”

Yang Fan said with a smile: "Since Mr. Banshan is so affectionate, why talk about yellow and white things." ”

"Haha, it's reckless." Xiao Banshan will distribute a plate, take out a peach hairpin from his arms, and insert it behind his head. Picked up the wooden sword, lowered his hands and clenched his fists, and said with a smile: "In the next festival of osmanthus fragrance, you will dance the sword and cut all the osmanthus flowers in the garden."

In the golden autumn of the year before last, Linghe won a great victory, drank a lot of wine, and cut off all the osmanthus flowers in the garden. In the golden autumn of last year, I was happy with my friends in poetry, and after I was happy, I swung my sword and slashed, and the ground was golden. Tonight, the moon and stars are scarce, and when I hear the masterpiece of Xiaoyou, I am overjoyed, so I dance the sword and cut all the falling flowers and rain, and change you to a song of Qinyuan Spring! ”

The autumn breeze is blowing, and the wooden sword starts. The drunkard's wooden sword shuttled through Guilin, and the sword buckled to the trunk of the tree, and the rain fell down. Looking up to the sky and stabbing on the cinnamon branches, the cinnamon branches, which are already full of flowers, have fallen countless flower rains to respond to this old friend once a year.

The drunkard danced his sword to the point of excitement, and muttered words in his mouth, or chanted poetry, or sang. The ground was gradually covered with a layer of fluffy osmanthus flowers. Yang Fan drank the pot in one gulp, shook his left hand lightly, shook the osmanthus on the paper to the ground, and moistened the pen in the inkstone. Yang Fan's calligraphy was not learned after crossing over. Since childhood, he has studied under an old country scholar.

First learn the seal script, then learn the subordination, and finally copy the Wei tablet, then never learn other calligraphy. According to the words of the old Wenqing, learning calligraphy should be practiced in the ancient style. The seal has the taste of gold and stone, the line is in the center of the pen, the front is hidden but not exposed, the yin and yang are secretly combined, and the Wei tablet follows the ancient style, with the legacy of the Han Li. The penmanship is ancient and clumsy, and the style is simple and strict, the strokes are rigorous, simple and smart, and the plump is not lost in the engraving. The upper inheritance of the Han Li, the lower opening of the Tang Kai, and the charm of both the Likai body.

Yang Fan put down his pen, and the three idiots on one side glanced at Yang Fan even higher. Indeed, Yang Fan wrote very little. Today is also the rise, writing and writing, between the lines, the strokes are thick and dry, vigorous and powerful, not like a boy can write the charm of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Yang Fan sprinkled it, and after transcribing this Qinyuan Chun, he took it over, looked at it carefully, and nodded: "The style of words is sharp." does not cover the edge, but the brushwork is ancient, and the edge is not exposed. This one is collected and released, Zhang Chi has a way, Yang Fan, he does have the ability! ”

He remembered the joke of the old man guarding the tomb, but he didn't expect that there were still people who wrote such ancient rhyme penmanship today. Since Wang Xizhi created Qingyi brushwork, there has been no new brushwork in the world. I didn't know that Yang Fan had been ridiculed for ten years when he practiced Wei Bei.

The world likes to have a full face and a beautiful European body, and Yang Fan's words are flat and respectful of the ancient style without revealing the edge. Some laymen laugh and practice calligraphy at home. Only some people who really know calligraphy praise their youth and old age. Especially the old man in the history department when he was in college, he praised his calligraphy skills. Whenever there is a banner, Yang Fan is asked to write it on his behalf.

The drunkard's sword falls. The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, leaving three inches of fragrance.

Waiting for the dark fragrance to go, the flowers will eventually fall, and the sword dance will cut all the yellow flowers in the garden.

The drunkard's move is the most beautiful time.

Drunk, fell to the ground and fell asleep. Yang Fan talked with Xingsan for a long time.

For a long time. The cook entered the forest, saluted respectfully, and said that the guest room was ready, and it was getting late. The two of them helped the drunkard to his feet, carried him to his bedroom, and then went out of the forest to the guest room. After the wine, the people were sleepy, and the cool breeze blew, and they woke up a little, and the two went into their own rooms.

The lights went out and the voices were silent.

The only two of them were still standing in front of the window.

The little prince had already fallen asleep early. Zhu Qi looked at Guilin in the courtyard and muttered: "This sword, when the mind arrives, it is almost understanding." ”

Bu Laodao shook his head and smiled: "Back then, Zhang Sanfeng, how was the Taiji Sword?" ”

"Don't mention him."

In the wind, the cinnamon fragrance was leisurely, Bu Lao Dao squinted his eyes, twisted his beard and chuckled: "Why can't you mention it?" Your Zongren Mansion also has a weakness? Which person and event in the world can predictably be clear? Even the old Tao didn't dare to make a conclusion, so Xiao Wang Ye didn't want to be strong. ”

Zhu Qifeng's eyes were like blades, and his thin lips whispered, "You, you are really a very annoying old man." ”

The moonlight shone brightly on the window, and the shadows of the two were stretched long. "Lao Dao admits that he is indeed a very unlikable old man. However, some people don't serve the old very well. He turned his head sideways, looked at the jade-like face in the moonlight, and said with a smile: "Wanli has fought three times, you know what your Zongren Mansion has done." ”

Zhu Qi tilted his head, his eyes were sharp, and said, "What our Zongren Mansion wants to do, you don't need to teach it!" ”

"Huh. Xiao Wang Ye is so angry, then, what should I do, I don't need you Zhu Qi to point fingers! Bu Laodao closed his eyes and felt the wind blow in, brushing his old face. Everyone has the right to control their own destiny. Anyone! You've seen that little girl too. That little girl on the old street. This is Su Qing's handwriting to challenge the Heavenly Dao. ”

"Joke! Challenging the way of heaven? Whoever is going to die will not live one more day! ”

Bu Operator still shook his head and smiled heartily, "Do you dare to bet?" ”

"Why don't you dare. What do you say bet on? ”

"Jiangshan. Do you dare? ”

The wind is howling. Lao Dao still closed his eyes and recuperated. The slender fingers turned into blades in the moonlight, poking straight at Bu Laodao's temples. Just an inch away, Lao Dao's palm suddenly appeared on his temple.

Refers to the breath of the wind.

Zhu Qi's chest rose and fell, and his eyes were fierce: "If I hear it again, let alone fight for my life, even if there are thousands of troops, I will step on you and the Quanzhen Dragon Sect." ”

Lao Dao flipped his palm and clamped the osmanthus petals blowing in the wind, "If you dare to make a move on Lao Dao again, you won't be as easy as today." He put down his hand and said, "To live is capital." However, you have already eaten other people's old books. So the old way said that you don't accept the old, why, don't accept it? ”

"Humph!" Zhu Qi only knew that he couldn't beat it, and he didn't have the ability to do it on his tongue, so he threw his sleeves and left. Bu Laodao stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the bright moon, and muttered: "Life to death." Su Qing, is this the handwriting you left behind? Obviously he said it himself, but at this moment, he questioned what he had just said.

The window is closed, and when you are old, whether it is Zhu Qi or Bu Laodao, the quality of sleep is poor, and a glimmer of light will affect the short sleep time. He had to sleep, and if he was old, he had to take care of his aging parts.

The old man fell asleep, and in his dream, he held a long sword and cut all the yellow flowers all over the mountain. When the fragrance entered the window, Lao Dao moved his nose and hummed softly...... (To be continued.) )