In the northwest corner of Wenzhong Town, under the foot of Wen'an Temple, there is a relic independent building that catches people's eyes, I heard that it is a few years ago to Wen Hui Zen, that the well-known Deng Bixing waved a little to ask Zen, so that the local people respect much, so spontaneously built a pen pavilion for Deng Bixing before and after the saddle.

At this time, a middle-aged man, dressed in white Shengxue, with a scarf on his head, a thin wide sleeve patted on the railing, at a glance, the dress is also ordinary, there is nothing particularly outstanding, but the appearance does make people look at it at a glance, and they feel that their bearing is extraordinary, and their face is like a knife, which is completely similar to the seven points of the inscription in Dongxuan Lake a few years ago. If it's a parity, it's not at all.

Look at the unstoppable high ginseng in the past few years, folding a willow branch to write poems and lyrics, often the words are not finished, and the water traces have dried up. It is clearly to tease the viewer and make fun of the viewer. But even so, it is also flocking to the vassal elegance to appreciate it, and everyone is a connoisseur.

But now? What kind of scholar and literati would like to have the slightest friendship with him? Now he looks so down-and-out that even the lowliest mud-legged man dares to ride on that man's head and shit.

At this time, outside the Wenbi Pavilion, there was a small guy with a wind at his feet, holding a wooden plank, and rushed to the Wenbi Pavilion in a hurry, and then said respectfully to the man in white standing next to the horizontal railing: "Lord Deng, the bold Gao Shen actually dared to mention the pen, the gambling contract of the year was obviously a defeat for Gao Shen, and now he is actually in default." The little guy said, and hurriedly gestured to the wooden board in his hand and then said, "This is the evidence." ”

Deng Bixing, who has the comment of "words can be cultivated, and literature can govern the country" in Wenzhong Town, only whispered to the canary in the birdcage in front of him, until he watched the valuable canary in front of him eat a lychee with great interest and said without being salty or light: "He said that he can't lift a pen, so he won't lift a pen." Now that he has fallen into the dirt and cannot find a clean man, why should you fall into the well?"

The man said and stroked the canary gently. Although the dress is ordinary, every move is a dusty temperament that has been warmed by the years, which is a dusty tranquility that ordinary people in the market can't pretend to be when they break their heads.

"But—" The little guy hesitated a little.

"But what?" Deng Bixing turned his head to look at the puzzled little guy in front of him.

The little guy put the eight characters on the wooden board squarely in front of Deng Bixing's eyes, although the sugar gourd crumbs on the wooden board were a little out of tune with the handwriting, but it made people look uncomfortable. The little guy then buried his head and said: "But this handwriting, in the text of the town, except for Gao Shen and Lord Deng, you may not be able to find a third person after digging three feet into the ground." Instead of Deng Daren writing it, it must have been written by Gao Shen himself. ”

"Oh?" Deng Bixing, who was not here in his mind, heard this, and looked intently at the vigorous and powerful handwriting on the wooden board, and couldn't help but show a look of surprise, and then laughed at himself: "I can't write this kind of handwriting." ”

Twisted a little sugar gourd crumbs with his hand, looked up at Wen'an Temple in the clouds, and said with a smile: "Wen is not out of the ordinary." But this is not what Gao Shen wrote. ”

Gao Shen's handwriting is in a class of its own, even if it is the words of Han Taishi, who is famous in the country of Ink, he will never learn it!

Deng Bixing saw that the little guy was a little uneasy, as if he had thought of something, and asked indifferently: "Where is Gao Shen now? Is it being troubled by Zishan on this ground?"

The little guy nodded, Deng Bixing was noncommittal, just looked at the handwriting on the wooden board, and then said to himself: "If it is ink, it should be eight points like it!"

At this time, the high ginseng that had already been brought to the house by Gu Zishan's order was firmly tied to the stone pillar with a rope, and there was a sturdy man holding a long whip and constantly whipping the already scarred high ginseng.

On the steps, there was a Gu Ziwen sitting on the Taishi chair, gently shaking the teacup, and then looking at Gao Shen with a cold look. Smell like ears, look like thorns. Let that group of scholars and literati who only look forward to the top of the horse sneer at themselves, how can they fall into the embarrassing situation of being difficult to put pen to paper.

Since I can't lift a pen, how can you write in front of me when you were ruthless?

"Back then, when you gambled, you lost, and you abandoned the article forever, and now you dare to write in private. Really, when you are still the former Wen family's son-in-law, what high mountain is there to support you?" Gu Ziwen looked at Gao Shenhan, who never said a word, neither admitting nor denying that he had written.

Gao Shen, who had been tortured to death, actually showed a bold smile, and his face was soaked with sweat with stubble.

"Haha, back then, the word 'pen was like dung paste, and the text was like urine. The text is like an ear, and the view is like a thorn in the thorns' Bachelor Gu, in the lower high ginseng, even if it is really written here, it is not much better than the text you wrote. The man with a vicissitudes of life laughed loudly, and then teased, and even because he laughed too hard to control himself, the wounds on his body flowed out and blood fell to the ground.

The man named Gu Zishan also laughed, and then Gu Zishan's laughter became more and more cheerful, and he said happily to his subordinates: "Come on, bring me pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." ”

Less leaning, there was a subordinate holding a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of Gu Zishan, Gu Zishan spread out a piece of rice paper with excellent ink absorption effect, and then picked up the brush and wrote the sixteen characters on the paper.

Gao Shen watched Gu Ziwen write, picked up the rice paper and walked to himself, his smile finally eased, but he was not interested in seeing it at all.

Gu Ziwen's laughter stopped abruptly, and then reprinted the rice paper on Gao Shen's face, and then said fiercely: "Even if I really say that the article is not worth mentioning, but now I can lift the pen, can you?"

The ink flowed down Gao Shen's facial features, and this unexpected change made Gao Shen at a loss, and the audience was silent.

"Pick up the pen and cut off the hand, cut it off? Back then, the black and white words were clearly written. If you break your promise, you should cut off your hand!" Gu Ziwen tore the rice paper off Gao Shen's face, and then looked at Gao Shen's eyes and said proudly.

Back then, when he heard this word, Gao Shen just raised his head to the sky with difficulty, and Gu Ziwen, who was a little successful, bought poems all day long, and was in the limelight in the rich and noble, and he was nothing more than unaccustomed to seeing this kind of illiterate person who would only spoil the article and say a few words of heart. I didn't expect to be hated for so long by this villain who must be revenged.

And what makes Gao Shen regret the most is the death of his wife two years ago. Whenever I think of my wife's dying words, my heart is like a knife.

"I wrote it, I put pen to paper, if you want to break it, break it!" Gao Shen said, and the resentment hidden in his heart finally burst out.

Gu Ziwen was startled at first, and then immediately relieved, it was nothing more than a battle of trapped beasts. Looking at Gao Shen, who was emotionally fluctuating, he suddenly said softly: "Your little lady was eager to give me a hug back then, haha." Gu Ziwen, who had a stinging heart, then said: "Now it seems that my heart is really dead, so I will help you and help you break it!"

After that, Gu Ziwen's whip-wielding man gestured a look, and the subordinate immediately understood, and immediately took the axe that had been prepared for a long time and cut off the right hand of the man who was already covered in bruises.

At this time, the little guy who was in the Pen Pavilion just now rushed to the house, and when he saw this scene, he was immediately terrified, and then knelt down in front of Gu Ziwen, who was high above. Master Deng said that the eight characters were not written by Gao Shen, and I hope that Lord Gu will be aware of everything. Xiao Xiao's words made the expressions of the people present different, only Gao Shen, who had been cut off, had already fainted in pain.

In an inn near the lake in Wenzhong Town, there was a little girl who was at a loss, just looking at the scholar who was eating sugar gourds with a simple face. Jiang Chengzi would inadvertently shush this little girl of unknown origin at first, but the little girl was tight-lipped about her own affairs, so Jiang Chengzi lost the mood to get to the bottom of it.

Now he is wiping the Feihong Sword on the side, and since the second master's original has collapsed, it is basically Jiang Chengzi who bears the sword for the second master. Jiang Chengzi also secretly tried to pull out the Feihong Sword, but he didn't expect that the three-foot Qingfeng would not move at all.

"How long have you been wiping? Why haven't I seen you wipe the sword in the clouds so meticulously?" Zhong Liyu, who had been watching Jiang Chengzi wipe the sword for a long time, picked up the handkerchief on the table and threw it on Jiang Chengzi's face, and asked angrily.

Jiang Chengzi, who had always been bullied by Zhong Liyu and had no temper, glanced at Zhong Liyu to express his dissatisfaction, but before Zhong Liyu could make any moves, he immediately buried his head and honestly picked up the handkerchief and rubbed the sword in the clouds. Then he took the shiny sword in the clouds and asked as if to invite merit: "Look, what is spotless, this is called spotless." Do you understand?"

Zhong Liyu saw that Jiang Chengzi looked self-satisfied, so he didn't bother to take care of it, he just took out a map from his sleeve, the second master had no interest in looking at it, and on the way home, he could walk back with squinted eyes.

"Out of Wenzhong Town, walk for half a moon is Liangcheng, and then there are two roads, a shortcut over the mountain, and a long road. How to go?" Zhong Liyu looked at Liu Nanfeng, who was already a shopkeeper and could be said to be half a waste, holding his chin with his hand, and said worriedly.

Wang Jingdao took a big sip of wine, threw his big arms and propped up on the map, and said happily: "It's just a fart and a mountain." ”

The second master smiled lightly, Zhong Liyu smashed his mouth and shook his head.

"This mountain, there are immortal immortals, now that the wind of Liu Nanfeng has returned to the Mo country, I don't know how many people are coming here in the starry night, and although it is possible that the immortal immortal will not act like this, but if he really wants to ask for hardship, then what can be good?" Zhong Liyu didn't want to provoke, along the way, he couldn't hide if he could.

After hearing this, the second master laughed at it, back then, he was able to undefeated with the immortal immortal in three sword moves, but now he has to take a detour.

Zhong Liyu saw that the second master looked fearless, and immediately bared his teeth and scolded: "Now the person who can't even use the sword still has to be a master of pretending to be a fart." If it weren't for my brother telling me, I would have ridden back to Pengcheng alone, and I still need to take care of you, all of them are dragging me back. ”

Seeing that the second master didn't care, Zhong Liyu suddenly became angry and smashed the map on the table on Jiang Chengzi's head. "Okay, I just want to teach the little doctor swordsmanship, right? Anyway, I'll watch a play. Then he suddenly asked softly if Jiang Chengzi smashed it painfully just now, Jiang Chengzi hurriedly shook his head, and wiped his sword more diligently.