When the old man talks about this topic, from the history of the country to the history of the characters, there must be some meaning.

He often draws inferences: "If there is a credible person, the only one can only write an epitaph by himself." ”

When a bird is dying, its song is mourning, and when a man is dying, his words are good.

The self-written epitaphs of the ancients, their epitaphs are either joking, or plain, or only a dozen words, or sprinkled with thousands of texts, looking back on their lives before they die, and self-portraits of their souls, which is the first-hand information without distortion.

is still the above public case, if Fan Zhongyan wrote the epitaph by himself, it would definitely not be as bad as that.

The old man looked at this apprentice with satisfaction, and said, "There are a total of eighty-three self-written epitaphs handed down from ancient times, all of which are here. ”

Shocked by Chang Xian, the old man said regretfully: "For thousands of years, there must be more than these eighty-three articles, and the others are lost, but it is a pity that I have not collected the epitaph written by Yan Lugong himself!" ”

It is impossible for people who learn calligraphy not to know Yan Zhenqing, who has been a scholar of the Ministry of Officials, the prince and the prince, and the prince of Lu County, known as "Yan Lu Gong".

Yan Jiacheng "Yan's Family Motto", full of loyalty.

During the reign of Xuanzong, because he was excluded by Yang Guozhong, Yan Zhenqing became the plain guard.

An Lushan rebelled, he contacted his brother Changshan Taishou Yan Gaoqing to raise troops to resist, and the nearby seventeen counties responded, and was promoted as the leader of the alliance, with a total of 200,000 troops, so that An Lushan did not dare to attack Tongguan in a hurry, and his brother Yan Gaoqing and his nephew Yan Jiming died because of this.

The second book in the world, "The Manuscript of the Sacrifice of Nephews", was written in this context.

Dezong Shi, Li. Xilie rebelled, and Yan Zhenqing, who was highly respected and in a high position, went to advise him, and before leaving, he knew that he would definitely die, so he made a testament, and he was an epitaph and a sacrifice.

Seeking benevolence and benevolence, by Li. Heret hanged himself.

This matter is recorded in the "Old Tang Book".

The old man continued, "Why do you want to rub the monument? ”

"The stele is written by human hands, chiseled by human hands, expanded by human hands, and the soul of the sages is not enough to bear its meaning."

This is the longest sentence the old man has ever said to Chang Xian.

Through the means of rubbing, he chases the soul of the sages with his own soul, and uses the soul of the sages to snow his own soul to understand, integrate and sublimate.

Chang Xian was thoughtful, and the more he thought about it, the more he became immersed in philosophy, and when he came back to his senses, he was the only one on the top of the hill.

……

After figuring it out, continue to compete with this monument.

With yesterday's experience, Chang Xian's performance is much better today.

The master led the way in, and the cultivation is personal, and there is really nothing wrong with what he said.

The difference between a teacher and a teacher, an ordinary teacher and a famous teacher, lies in the cost of trial and error.

In many cases, the biggest advantage of a famous teacher is that he may not know how to succeed, but there is a high probability that he can point out which ideas and practices will definitely not succeed.

Especially for the craft, there are actually so many doorways, the old man taught a few tricks, and the rest is proficiency.

It's still the words of the oil seller, "only familiar hands".

The rubbing of this thing is very particular about full attention, and the rhythm of the eyes, hands and heart is in harmony, and there is nothing wrong with it.

The slightest distraction, the entire stele may be wasted.

Chang Xian has pounced on the last few paintings several times, and his spirit is a little slack, fluttering, and all wasted.

In this highly tense state, he held the ink flutter in both hands, staring at the tablet and paper all the time, and had no time to think about it.

In the evening, before the sun set, he finally succeeded in removing the paper from the first tablet.

Although this stele has only four words, and the extension is not perfect, it is generally flawless, and it can be regarded as passing.

He was holding the rubbing paper that he hadn't done much yet, and he couldn't put it down, and his mood was like taking a handicraft class for the first time in elementary school.

……

Dinner, of course, is often a hands-on meal, with white rice and stir-fried greens, and a few mushrooms.

After the two finished their meal without saying a word, he took his debut novel to the old man to show his merits, but the old man was noncommittal, only asked him to write a small essay about it, and then went to bed early.

Chang Xian cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, felt a little full stomach, and simply came out and walked to the stele forest for a walk, which was right to eat.

By the way, find a monument for tomorrow's study.

Along the way, the sages are like a forest.

saw Zhao Jia of the Eastern Han Dynasty, "Han Youyi people, surnamed Zhao Mingjia." If you have a will, you can't help it! ”

The "Luoyang man" of Yuanjing of the Northern Wei Dynasty, surnamed Yuanmingjing, has no time, and his years are not eternal. ”

Li Xingzhi of the Northern Dynasty "If life is sent, death is like home." In the vast night, what is it and what is not. ”

Tang Dynasty Wang Xuanzong's "wind and clouds gather and disperse, and the mountains and rivers are empty." The god of grains is immortal, and I am immortal. ”

Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty "has five years of seventy, his life is also cloudy, and his death is also deformed." ”

……

The sages came in a stream, or diluted, or reached, or Yixing, or generous, the calligraphy on the tablet or true or grass, or seal or subordinate, some solemn and solemn, some dragon and tiger, some sabre-rattling, some of the posture is charming, word by word, stroke by stroke, like a sledgehammer, quietly will be the impurities in the spirit of leisure little by little forging away.

In the end, Chang Xian stood in front of Tao Yuanming's self-written epitaph.

He stroked the desolate stone stele, thinking about Tao Yuanming's tangled life and smiling face, and said to himself: "I will expand it tomorrow!" ”

Now that he had decided on his goal for tomorrow, he turned around and went into the house to light the kerosene lamp and began to write as the old man had requested.

After a short time, after writing a few words, I felt exhausted, and I fell asleep on the bed.

No other "distracting thoughts" flashed through my mind.

On the second day, Chang Xian got up early, made breakfast, and after eating with the old man and the dog, he found that there were only two Mopu left.

Cotton can no longer be washed when it is stained with ink, and the ink is very hard after drying, so an ink flutter can only extend one or two tablets, which is a consumable and must be made new often.

If you want to do a good job, you must first do ink flutter.

Anything that looks easy is easier said than done.

This ink flutter looks simple, and it is not so easy to do.

Silk and cotton have different textures, so they should be tied into a garlic shape, the side of the monument should be as flat as an iron, and the silk and cotton should be layered so that the ink can penetrate evenly.

It's just such a simple tool, and it took Chang Xian more than an hour to tie it clumsily, and it can be regarded as barely tying six handfuls.

A touch of the head, a sweat of the head.

When he took the tools and stood in front of the pottery tablet to prepare to start, Chang Xian was a little dumbfounded.

He suddenly felt the feeling of taking a big step and pulling an egg.

This stele is larger than Master Hongyi's, densely packed with more than 300 words, and they are all medium-sized characters of more than an inch, and a lot of cold words are used.

From Motuo's point of view, it doesn't matter if the words are cold, what I hate is that there are too many strokes, and it is too troublesome to knock on the words.

But since I made the decision myself, there is nothing to say, I always have to bear it myself.

Even if it's crawling, you have to do it.

It takes a lot of patience to knock the words one by one, especially since this monument is a monument, you have to squat to work, and your hands have to overcome the earth's gravity for a long time.

Chang Xian squatted there and smashed about twenty or thirty words, and he was a little dizzy.

When he hit the fiftieth word, he stood up breathlessly, leaned against the stone tablet and looked at the sky speechlessly.

My feet are numb.