Chapter 2: If the husband wants to learn the method of calligraphy, he first studies the ink, gazes and meditates, thinks about the size of the words, lies down, straights, and vibrates......

This chapter is full of the wonder of the gesture, ordinary people only look at the impression, and this chapter writes the words of the university question......

The third chapter begins to write: depending on the image, the disappearance is the same, the situation is the same, the height is interesting, and the dynamics of the words are written......

At the end of this chapter, the green lotus fire suddenly appeared in Lin Su's pen, and a triple building appeared behind him.

A sign that the Book of Treasures will appear.

Lin Su didn't notice this at all, and the tip of his pen seemed to be soaked in the soul of the calligraphy, flowing into the ocean...... Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6...... Chapter Twelve!

There was a soft bang on the ground, and the twelve chapters of "Theory of Gestures" on the table flew up at the same time, and in addition, another text seemed to come from the sky, which was the "Theory of Books" that Lin Su had written.

The two texts, with the same brushstrokes, together constitute the complete essence of the calligraphy of Wang Xizhi, a generation of calligraphers in another world.

The pages of the book closed in the void, turning into a huge golden book, hovering into the air, and unfolding with a loud bang......

The holy voice spread throughout the temple: "Chang Xing Lin Su wrote the "Treatise on the Situation", which was regarded as the temple treasure book......"

In the main hall of the Book Palace, the door of the palace was wide open, and a high-crowned old man led a group of people to walk out at the same time, and came to His Excellency the Book Sage, and bowed at the same time: "The Palace Master of the Book Palace, Chang Yongnian, leads the seventy-two elders, and Xie Lin often walks in the book and gives generous gifts!" ”

The holy voice flowed throughout the temple, and the palaces were in turmoil at the same time.

Huo Ran, the palace master of the Le Palace, raised his head and stared at the treasure book in the sky, although he was still peaceful, his eyes were definitely different.

Luo Wuxin pushed open the window of Changxingju, looking at the treasure book in the sky, his face was expressionless, but he gathered his clothes, as if he felt that the wind outside the window was a little cold.

Upstairs, as usual, the five sons gathered, and Li Qingquan took the case: "Mother, is it over?" ”

"Brother Li is cautious!" Li Xiaoyao hurriedly pulled him down.

As a literati, how can you show impatience when the book is empty? Even if everyone knows that you are very unhappy with someone Lin repeatedly being in the limelight, you can't show it. Especially if this performance falls in the eyes of outsiders, you will be charged with disrespecting Wendao, and you will have to drink a pot.

In the White Pavilion, Bai Lao was still playing against Li Changsheng, looking at the treasure book above, Bai Lao smiled lightly: "Does the palace master believe that his original intention has always been outside the chessboard?" ”

Li Changsheng nodded lightly: "Sure enough!" Bai Lao is really discerning! ”

There are some fogs that you can't see clearly until you break through them, but as things unfold step by step, he can see clearly.

Lin Subo has entered the realm, nine pillars, and he has been making up for his shortcomings.

The trip to Wenxu made up three ways.

On the side of Lefeng, make up one.

On the top of the poetry peak, one was added.

Today's book palace, another one.

The supplement of the book palace is the most obvious.

Because he has no intersection with the Book Palace, there is no grace and no hatred, the Book Palace is a maverick, and he did not even participate in Lin Su's temple entrance ceremony, Lin Su has no reason to target the Book Palace, but he went instead, and the reason he found was obviously very ridiculous, but the final foothold was the book of calligraphy.

This completely confirms Bai Lao's judgment.

Lin Su's kung fu is outside the play!

All his things are paving the way for his Heavenly Dao Quasi-Saint.

In the Book Palace, the palace master Chang Yongnian and the elders expressed their gratitude to Lin Su, and went through a set of extremely simple, but also very grand processes, all of which were over, and Lin Su and Chang Eighteen walked out of the Book Sacred Pavilion side by side.

Everywhere they went, the disciples of the Book Palace gave salutes together.

In the seventeenth main palace of the temple, Lin Su really entered the interior for the first time, and for the first time, he really got the palace salute of a main palace.

Stepping on the lake embankment in front of him, Chang Eighteen stopped: "Is there still a white cloud on your body?" ”

"What? Isn't a thousand jars enough for your brother to drink? Lin Su smiled.

"No, there's a guest here, and I think you need to get a gift for him." Chang Eighteen's smile was quite mysterious.

Lin Su was slightly stunned: "Who is it?" ”

"He is in the quiet room in front of him, I won't go, just because you and I are brothers, if you kneel in front of him on one knee, I Chang Eighteen This old face really has no place to go." As soon as the voice fell, Chang Eighteen waved his hand lightly, and Lin Su was sent by him to a quiet house.

Chang Eighteen is gone.

Lin Su pushed open the door of the Silent House......

After the retreat, it was not a house, but a lake, and in the middle of the lake, a small boat floated in front of him, and an old man with half black hair and half white hair, fishing there with a fishing rod in his hand.

A smile appeared on Lin Su's face.

An old man!

And it's a very early, very early deceased!

On the same day, after he took the exam in Huichang, he handed in the papers in advance, and when he got out of the examination room, he saw a lake on the lake, and he and the old man worked together to write a colorful poem, which was the song "A lily and a flat boat, a silk and an inch hook, a song and a bottle of wine, and a person fishing alone in a river and autumn!" ”

Later, he learned that this old man had entered the literary world.

Later, he learned that this literary world was Zhang Weikong, Zhang Yiyu's great-grandfather, and Zhang Juzheng's father.

After he entered the temple, he actually inquired about Zhang Weikong, but no one knew.

The temple is so large that it is difficult to find if one is not particularly famous.

But today, he did.

"Old man!" Lin Su bowed his hand: "Aren't you happy to meet the old people?" ”

"Come!" Zhang Wei was empty-handed, with a wave of the fishing hook in his palm, Lin Su followed his fishing hook to his small boat, and the small boat slid into the middle of the lake, surrounded by a vast ocean.

"Boy, did you expect to meet the old man here?" Zhang Weikong smiled.

"I actually inquired about you, but I didn't." Lin Su raised his hand and handed Zhang Weikong a silver wine jug.

Zhang Weikong opened the wine jug, looked up to the sky and took a big sip, praised the good wine, and then his eyes slowly fell: "You can't find out about the old man, just because of one point, the old man is in the Yuewen Palace, and the people of the Yuewen Palace are not allowed to show their identities to the outside world, so as to protect the pure land above the Wen Dao!" ”

Lin Su's heart brightened!

This is the fundamental reason why Zhang Weikong has not heard from him for 30 years.

That's the fundamental reason why he couldn't even find him in the temple.

Just because of one point, he is in the Yuewen Palace.

Yuewen Palace is a super palace, but also a transcendent palace, has the ultimate right to judge the achievements of Wendao, people here can not tolerate half a point of nepotism, otherwise, it is possible to arbitrarily determine the achievements of other people's Wendao because of human relations.

For example, if Zhang Wei is empty-minded and lets go, his grandson Zhang Haoran raises his pen to be colorful poems or heirloom poems, then the advantage is too great.

Based on this, the people of the Reading Palace are all mysterious, and outsiders don't know who the people of the Reading Palace are, so they will put an end to the human manuscript, which is similar to the interview in modern society, the interviewer is the examiner in a different place, and he will enter the hotel as soon as he arrives, confiscate his mobile phone, and eliminate all communication channels to ensure the fairness of the interview.

Lin Su's eyes raised, a little complicated: "That old man really saw me today, but he was a little taboo." ”

"Yes! It's true that there are some taboos, but the old man can't help but come! ”

"Why?"

"You will embark on a difficult road, we old people can't help you anything, we can only come and tell you four words!"

Lin Su stood up and bowed: "Senior, please speak!" ”

Zhang Weikong pressed his right hand together and pressed on his hand: "The avenue is not lonely!" ”

The avenue is not lonely!

Four words, all over the world!

Four words, simple and similar to nonsense.

However, before Lin Su was about to step into the sky, Zhang Weikong made a special trip to tell him solemnly, regardless of the taboo of his identity, but he also conveyed a firm support.

He was telling him that what Lin Su had done was right!

There were a lot of people in the temple who supported him!

Even if it is inconvenient for these people to reveal their identities and support them publicly, knowing this, Lin Su's heart suddenly boiled.

For a long time, he groped alone, he alone in the dark room design, dark room interpretation, painstaking planning, lonely on the chessboard one by one chess pieces.

He didn't know if anyone admired him, he didn't know how many people were on his way.

But today he knew!

At least Chang Eighteen supports him, at least Zhang Weikong supports him, and many people support him!

For a moment, a thousand words, and for a moment, there was nothing to say......

Zhang Weikong smiled lightly: "Do you remember what I asked you when you and I met four years ago?" Where is your path? ”

Lin Su smiled lightly: "I said, my road is still in the hot kang head of my wife and children." ”

"The old man knows something about you, according to the grapevine, you are really practicing this road, there are quite a lot of wives, the kang head has been hot for a long time, and even the great-granddaughter Zhang Yiyu, who the old man has never seen, seems to have not escaped your clutches......"

"The gossip kills people, Yiyu and I really don't have this matter, it's as clean and innocent as a white cloud ......," Lin Su hurriedly defended.

Zhang Weikong glanced at him: "Does this need to be justified?" Do you need to be nervous? Did the old man come in person to listen to your defense? What the old man wants is a firm attitude! Come, tell the old man, where are you going to put Yiyu? ”

Lin Su scratched his head: "Old man, cough!" I...... Where should I put her? ”

"This kind of thing, you ask the old man? The old man is her great-grandfather, how to answer?!! Zhang Weikong glared at him fiercely: "What position it should be is what position!" Do what you have to do! ”

"Understood! Totally understood! I'll do it when I get back! Lin Su nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Zhang Weikong looked at him, and didn't understand the meaning of the word "do" for a while, forget it, people who study academics, it seems a bit unreasonable to discuss this, so skip it.

"How much wine is on Baiyunbian? Bring them to me! ”

A small bag was sent to Zhang Weikong's palm, and inside was a thousand altars of white clouds, Zhang Weikong weighed the weight: "Well, it's not satisfactory!" Almost! ”

With a slight wave of his hand, Lin Su left the boat, and Zhang Weikong's boat floated away and disappeared.

Lin Su looked at the departing boat in a daze, a little dazed.

Old man, you are very bullish, my literary and Taoist world is like a ball in your hands?

You're not in the literary world, you're directly a quasi-saint!

Wait a minute, you just held the edge of the thousand altars of white clouds, and what do you mean by saying that it is unsatisfactory? You obviously can't drink it alone, it seems that this old man is planning to use this batch of wine to sweep away his fellow Templars and build a backup army for him.

Hehe, it's worth it!

For your kindness, after I go back, I will hurt your great-granddaughter to death......

By the way, it's purely following your orders!

Lin Su came out of the book palace and broke the sky directly, and he went to the north this time.

The north of the temple is the biggest enemy of the temple, Osumi, and the north of the temple is the biggest enemy of the temple, the exotic demon.

It's the outer heavens.

Lin Su didn't use a big step, he used very orthodox literary means, a golden boat flew in the sky, and his people stood on top of the golden boat, like a prostitute.

At first glance, this gesture does not look like a war.

But it is also completely in tune with many Wendao Tianjiao who have Tongtian cards.

Outside the sky, it is indeed a battlefield.

But is it a battlefield in everyone's mind?

No!

It is a place to find opportunities, it is not a little dangerous, but a lot of magical places, going to such a place, is an easier trip than a vacation, returning from this place, is a more lucrative itinerary than hunting, so, literati, in line with the purpose of being able to sao Bao is absolutely not pretentious, the wind and snow of this road are vividly interpreted.

There are even verses coming out.

The king travels outside the sky, the concubine sits in the pavilion, and when the king returns home, the whisper is to the king.

What do you mean?

It is said that many literati play a kind of trick, before entering the outer heavens, they messed around along the way, and when they came back with a layer of gold plating in the outer heavens, the fruit was already laughing when they were messing around, and the cheap daughter-in-law held the cheap baby and poured wine to the cheap husband to congratulate.

What does it mean to be refracted out?

There are several layers......

First, everyone really didn't regard the Outer Heaven as a battlefield, otherwise, how could they have the heart to mess around all the way?

Second, the people in the heavens and outer heavens are really privileged, and those women willingly let you mess up.

Third, the poem only says that it comes back, but it does not say that it can't come back, in everyone's cognition, this is purely a good thing, a happy event, and it is by no means the normal battlefield of life and death.

In fact, it is true that very few people die outside the sky.

Unless you are impatient with your own life, you have to go to the level, or you are too keen on the results of the battle, and you have to kill the enemy, otherwise, what risk can these Wendao Tianjiao stand at the head of their own city, and they are interested in facing the enemy army that can never be attacked outside, chanting a few war poems, and sending out a few attacks with Wendao Weili?

Lin Su went to the outer heavens, like ordinary literati, sassy and leisurely.

However, it still attracted the attention of several people.

One of them, standing on top of the void, a night light bloomed a circle of beautiful clouds above his head, he was Luo Wuxin, and Luo Wuxin's side, as usual, was Junyue.

"Childe, he's gone!"

"Yes, there I went! No one saw him off, I saw him off! Luo Wuxin gently held up the wine jug: "It's a little interesting, this is the wine he gave me last night, and I will give him this wine today!" ”

The wine poured down, turning into an autumn rain in the air, the people below raised their heads, their faces were different, today's autumn rain, why is there a fragrance of wine?

In the world of ordinary people, it is impossible to understand the bizarre fact that a pot of wine turns into autumn rain.

I can only wonder why there is a strange aroma in this wine.

Jun Yue looked at him in a daze: "Is this a sacrifice?" ”

"Nope! It's just a send-off! ”

Jun Yue is even more strange: "The prince of the day before yesterday also said that he will definitely die if he goes......"

"The day before yesterday I did think he was going to die, but today I changed my mind and suddenly I thought he might come back."

"Childe, I don't understand."

Luo Wuxin looked at the far west: "Because he went to the Book Palace today!" And the book is written! There is only one person in the triple heavens, who is most compatible with the one in the past, and if this one makes a move, then everything can be ......"

Junyue's heart was pounding......

Book Saint!

If the soldier saint is a sharp long knife and a hunting and flying battle flag, then the book saint is an ordinary book, looking at the fragrance of the book, soft as silk to the touch, but it is an iron and silver hook, and there is a different rigidity in the bones.

In the past, he smashed the exotic passage with an inkstone, which is the same principle as the dividing line between the sea of people drawn by the soldier saint.

When the soldier saint was crowned with the crime of communicating with foreign lands, although the book saint did not publish the book saint fast, but above the book saint fast, there was a faint ink light, and it was rolled for three years before resting.

According to the ideas of other saints, these remnants need to be cleaned up, but looking at the rolling ink waves above the book saint, everyone still feels that it is not too exciting, so many people escaped from death because of this.

That was the only time that the Book Saint showed his might.

But seeing the subtle knowledge is a doorway that every high-level must be proficient in, and everyone has captured the holy power of the book saint through the ink waves that have been rolling for three years.

And now?

If there is anyone in the triple heaven who will stand for Lin Su, the first choice is probably the book saint.

And Lin Su entered the Book Palace at the last moment of entering the heavens, wrote down the treasure book, and hooked up with the Book Palace in this high-end and high-grade way.

The fact that this treasure book can become a treasure book itself represents the high degree of affirmation of him by the Book Palace.

The relationship between the Book Palace and the Book Sage is in the same vein, which indirectly represents the attitude of the Book Sage.

If Lin Su died in a foreign land, there was nothing to say, and it was impossible for the book saint to enter a foreign land, and he would not be able to save him.

However, if he does not die and returns to the temple, the temple wants to frame him and slander him as a traitor to get rid of him, it will definitely touch the most sensitive string in the heart of the book saint, and he really has the possibility of making a move.

That's always the case, people.

What has been endured before, a second time is not allowed!

Destiny Tianyan suffered to be used once eight hundred years ago, and eight hundred years later, she hated the people who used her, and the whole person became a powder keg filled with gunpowder, which would explode at the slightest irritation.

She is like this, and so is the soldier saint.

The Book Saint has endured the past of the Soldier Saint being defiled, and he is extremely sensitive to this!

Lin Su was sober in the world, and he obviously saw this layer, so he was already planning the route back and set up a game in advance.

This is what Luo Wuxin saw.

As seen through the eyes of a wise man.

However, Luo Wuxin could not have imagined that his guess was wrong.

Until this moment, Lin Su had not planned a route back at all.

Or rather, the route he planned back was far more wild than anyone could have imagined......

Don't mention the way back, just talk about the way.

Go to Lulin someone in a golden boat, leisurely, over the wilderness, over countless cities, seen countless temples, it seems that until the end of the day, finally three days later, he felt a strange qi machine: battlefield killing machine.

Battlefield killing, he, a soldier of the way, felt too much, but this was the first time he felt this kind of battlefield killing machine in front of him.

Because this gas engine is extremely complex, and there are too many things mixed in.

There is the blood of the iron-blooded battlefield, the most terrifying murderous aura from the most mysterious rivers and lakes, the exotic aura that is so strange that it seems to have never been felt, and the glorious holy power from the highest civilization.

These qi machines are like clouds, covering all the skies on the distant horizon.

These qi engines were like road guides, leading Lin Su's gaze to a huge and boundless border city in front of him, as wide as the Great Wall.

Stop the city!

Stop, out of the word Confucian saint handwriting!

The huge stop word turned into a huge mountain, and the void stood behind the ancient vicissitudes of the city wall, like the wall of the sky.

This peak, the stop peak.

This city, the city.

When?

For the Exotic Demons, it's telling them to stop there!

For the heroes of the Temple, this is the extreme of Wendao, and Wendao stops at him!

Lin Su stared at the huge stop, and his heart quietly shook.

The soldier saint drew a dividing line between the sea of people in the world, and his prestige was broadcast in the nine countries and thirteen states, and the Confucian saint wrote a stop word in his own handwriting in the outer heavens, preventing the exotic demons from crossing the line, and also showing the power of the glorious saint.

It seems that the two of them are no different from each other, but they are also very different.

One on the earth and one on the sky.

The two monuments of contemporary saints, the struggle of thousands of years ago, seem to have ended, but they do not seem to be over, and they are still forming confrontations at all levels.

Lin Su's golden boat approached, he felt the suppression of the holy might, it seemed that a pair of majestic eyes stared at him through the void, the Tongtian card in Lin Su's hand was automatically activated, turned into a golden thread and connected to the peak, the boundless holy power disappeared, Lin Su fell out of thin air and landed in the city.

Zhicheng does not look any different from a normal human city.

There are restaurants, academies, countless people, and even countless merchants, and it seems that business is quite good.

Entering the restaurant, a shopkeeper greeted him and said enthusiastically: "Does the son want to use some wine and food?" ”

"Yes!"

"Childe, is it a contribution point or a silver ticket?"

Lin Su said: "Silver ticket." ”

The enthusiasm of the shopkeeper plummeted: "Those who pay the bills with silver tickets, just sit in this hall, a hundred taels of silver!" ”

The hand was stretched out.

Looking at the hand stretched out by the shopkeeper, Lin Su was a little confused: "I haven't even started ordering, how do you know that it is a hundred taels of silver tickets?" ”

Before the shopkeeper could speak, a person walked in from behind Lin Su and smiled coldly: "I don't even have any contribution points, and I still want to order?" Get out of the way! ”

Lin Su turned around and saw a group of people.

The person who spoke disrespectfully to him was a person who looked like an entourage, not like a literati at all, and after this person scolded Lin Su, he didn't see Lin Su's eyes at all, he bowed down at the same time as another person who looked like an entourage: "Please go upstairs with the three holy sons!" ”

In the middle, three young men walked side by side and strode up to the second floor.

All purple-clad scribes.

But there are subtle differences.

The middle person, with a pale gold dark grid on his shoulder, inside is an open book, and as he walks, this book seems to be turned with it, and it is "Lunyu". (End of chapter)