Chapter 18: Flying White Book Swallow

"Yan Rank Mud" was written slowly under Xie An's pen, since Xi Xuan is good at Xiaokai, so he also writes Xiaokai. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Although he has not been taught by Mrs. Wei personally, Wang Xizhi has already learned the key points of hairpins, and asked him to use hairpins to copy the "Huang Tingjing" for half a year, and now this Tang Dynasty Wei Yingwu's "Yan Rank Mud" was born, not Liu Yuxi's "Wuyi Lane" in the front of the hall that flew into the ordinary people, Xie An wrote it out to commemorate the best time in this Wuyi Lane.

The swallows that flew freely in the alleys once nested under the eaves of the Langya Wang clan and the Chenjun Xie clan, and in spring and autumn, they came to the south like wanderers in troubled times, escaped the invasion, and lived and worked here in peace and contentment.

The swallow can build a nest in human settlements, and it is a rare bird.

May Wuyi Lane become their eternal place of happiness, and may Xizhi and I always be as carefree and happy as today.

Xie An synthesized in one go, and wrote the last sentence with a sand pen, the gesture was strong, and the rest of the pen flew white.

Feibai is common in cursive writing, although Xie An wrote in regular script, but in the last sentence "Yan Rank Mud, the Wisdom of a Hundred Birds Mo and Qi" can no longer suppress what he thinks in his heart, and it naturally becomes "Feibai Book".

Feibaishu is named after Cai Yong, the father of Cai Wenji in the Eastern Han Dynasty, when the Lingdi Hongdumen craftsmen wrote with a broom brushing ****, and made the strokes part of the dry silk, the main point of the Feibaishu is that the strokes are flying, and the silk is white.

Xie An rarely wrote Feibai books, but at this time he wrote both hard and soft, and exhausted the meaning of pen and ink.

Xi Fanghui and Sun Sui stood behind him, witnessing every word he wrote, only to feel that the swallows of the entire Jiankang City seemed to have come to the sky above Wuyi Lane, and there were bird shadows in the sky from time to time, and there were more stopped among the flowers on the wall.

Those who specialize in ink do not necessarily have to cultivate metaphysics, one is due to talent, and the other is preference. Xuan cultivators are naturally believers in the Heavenly Master Dao, and the Xuan Xiu required by Mo Dao is to read Penglai Fa Ti, such as Wang Xizhi's talent to be able to read the post at the age of one is simply unprecedented, so it caused a sensation in Jiangzuo back then, but after Wang Xizhi's silence also made them sigh.

Xi Fanghui only knew that there were only two people in Jiang Zuo who were free to use the power of Xuan Xiu when writing, such as young people, who had the ability to read and copy the Penglai Fati, which was already very good.

Xi Fanghui and Sun Sui had been reading the Huang Ting Jing since childhood, and now they were naturally faintly aware of the difference in Xie An's handwriting, and when the air was surging, they couldn't identify which ones were real swallows and which ones were hallucinations in their field of vision.

I only felt that countless chirping sounds sounded in my ears, and the sound of cicadas was silently hidden, leaving all the space for the swallows.

Xi Xuan, who was immersed in writing "Donghua Jade Chapter", raised her head, with a little dazed in her eyes, and then she lowered her head and bit her lip, put down her pen, moved her knees to approach Xie An's cases, and looked at the last line of flying white books that seemed to float on the paper.

Xie An was already washing the pen, the weather was hot, and the freshly ground ink had dried up, forming a layer of bright shell.

He washed his pen, dried the water, and then stretched out his finger to flick the last drop of water in the air, and in an instant it stirred up layers of ripples like a stone falling into a secluded pool, and the cry of swallows gradually faded, the sound of cicadas loomed, the breeze came slowly, and the sun was bright.

"I lost."

Xi Xuan said very simply.

There is almost no need to judge, but the honest Sun Sui also praised, "I only hate not being in Jiankang in previous years, and I hate being late when I met San Lang." ”

Xie An said with a smile: "Then I hope that Brother Sun will stay in Jiankang in the future." ”

Sun Sui was a little regretful, "It's a pity." ”

He said half of it, but Xie An guessed his thoughts, "Brother Sun believes in Buddhism?" ”

"How does Saburo know?" Sun Sui was stunned, he didn't think that Xie An was very familiar with his beliefs when he was young, scholars often believe in the Tao of the Heavenly Master, Buddhism is weaker than Taoism in the Central Plains, but at present, there are more Buddhist temples in Jiangzuo than in previous years, and Shile in the north also worships the master Buddha Tucheng as the national teacher, and there is a faint trend of Buddhism and Taoism.

Of course, Xie An knew Sun Sui's belief in Buddhism, after all, in history, this Sun Sui and he would become good friends, and he also participated in the Lanting Assembly to witness the birth of the first book in the ages, and Sun Sui was also friends with another Buddhist disciple Zhi Daolin who would be famous for his Buddhism.

These people are all future close friends of Xie An and Wang Xizhi.

Of course, Xie An didn't answer him truthfully, but said: "I know that Brother Sun is familiar with Zhi Daolin, I heard that he is a Buddhist family, and he is good at talking, and he is deeply appreciated by Lord Yu Liang, and now he is very famous in Jiankang City, I wonder if he will come to Qingyun Pagoda tomorrow?" ”

Sun Sui suddenly realized, "Brother Daolin is the same age as me, he writes well, and he will participate in the evaluation of the Ink Soul List tomorrow, but he has gone out of the city in the past few days and said that he has found a good horse and wants to bring it back in person, in fact, I am still worried about whether he can catch up with the evaluation time." ”

It's all wonderful people. Xie An thought about it, didn't say more, and only then did he focus on Xi Xuan, and said quite apologetically: "Because it's about the reputation of the teacher, I have to win by tricks." ”

"Your Feibai is very well written, not too written, smooth and natural." Xi Xuan pinched her skirt in her hand and said softly, "Your poem is also very well written, I haven't heard this poem before, it seems that San Lang has just gotten it?" ”

Xie An feels a little guilty every time he copies a poem, after all, he was a painter in his previous life, and he hates plagiarism, and now his talent is about to be occupied by calligraphy after he wears it, and there is little inspiration for writing poems, but fortunately, he can remember a few famous poems, thanks to the spur of the high school teacher who made him memorize.

"Inspired by feelings." He passed by lightly, and secretly said in his heart that he must work harder to practice calligraphy in the future, after all, this is his true ability.

Xi Xuan silently glanced at the poem a few more times, and memorized it in his heart, at this time Wang Xizhi had already walked towards Xie An.

Wang Xizhi picked up the paper in both hands and slowly looked at it from the first stroke, Xie An's originally relaxed expression suddenly became serious, and he almost waited with bated breath for Wang Xizhi's assessment.

Xie Wan, the bear child who had watched the play for a long time on the side, yawned, and thought, here it is, the third brother has written very well several times over the years, but Wang Xizhi still has to play the third brother's handboard, this time from Xiaokai to Feibai, a total of one or two...... Ten flying white characters, you have to hit ten.

The flying white script is a cursive compilation, which is naturally very different from the regular script.

Sure enough, Wang Xizhi's round face showed a look of displeasure, "You're just dazzling." Emperor Wei Wen Cao Pi also pointed out that Mrs. Wei once praised Feibaishu 'Geng Jie's independence', but you haven't found your own penmanship, it's best not to practice more, and the clever penmanship will hinder you from understanding the true meaning of the words. ”

Xie An is the soul of later generations, knowing that Feibai was popular but also decayed, becoming one of the sources of "Bird and Insect Book" and "Flower and Bird Characters", and Feibai is also a technique of Chinese painting, which was first seen in Gu Kaizhi's paintings.

Now that Gu Kaizhi's child's father Gu Yuezhi has not married, Xie An said in order to keep Wang Xizhi from being angry: "Actually, I wrote this flying white book to practice when I can draw." ”

"Drawing?" Wang Xizhi's eyelids jumped, this time it was her turn to be uneasy, and said in a low voice, "Do you want me to stand still like a wooden man?" Isn't it already painted today? ”

"I'll draw it for you after dinner." Xie An leaned into her ear as if no one was around, and smiled softly.

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Seeing the scene of his childhood sweetheart biting his ears, Xie Wan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, our third brother really turned bad when he came back from being missing for half a year, which fooled the matter of beating the handboard.

And when Xi Xuan saw this scene, he felt indescribably awkward...... And envy?

But she didn't understand whether she envied such a closeness like no one else, or the talent of the two.

Xi Fanghui stroked his sister's black hair, as if comforting her, and then turned to Wang Xizhi: "Xizhi, see you in Qingyun Tower tomorrow." ”

Xie An's eyelids jumped, and he was called Xizhi's name when they met, is there any mistake, it should be called "Little Lady of the Wang Family", this young man!

"I heard that a few days ago, San Lang made half of "Chivalrous Travel" in the East Palace." Xi Fanghui said to Xie An again, "Tomorrow, I hope that San Lang will take the other half of the poem and this "Yan Rank Mud" to Qingyun Pagoda, after all, good poems should go to Qingyun Pagoda for Jiang Zuoshi to appreciate." ”

"Let those who are worried about Saburo know that you are back and going to the next level."