Despite being in a happy mood, Chu Ci felt that his steps were still heavy, and each step represented a step closer to the mountain stream, and a little closer to the tomb of the sage Wang Xizhi. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sand and gravel under the feet are insignificant, such as walking on the ground, and soon came to the front of the mountain stream, looking at the gurgling water, listening to the sound of the new warbler out of the valley and the milk swallow returning to the nest, or urgent or slow, high and low, a hundred turns endlessly, the tune is out of it, breathtaking.

The curtain of water flowed, covering the rugged cave and making it looming, and it would be difficult to find the clues in it if it were not for Chu Ci's eyes like a torch, let alone know the hidden cave.

Looking closely, sure enough, the water curtain flowing down was a natural barrier, blocking the visual reflection, and Chu Ci deduced that if it was not watched at the right time, even a falcon would be difficult to know, and had to marvel at the magic of nature.

"This place is a wonderful part, poor book Nirvana. Why is it that the right army Qulan Pavilion, it is difficult to bury the bones to the fullest!" Thinking that this place is very likely to be the place where Wang Xizhi is buried, Chu Ci couldn't help but sigh, touched the scene, and composed a poem to express the regret in his heart.

The air flow in the dantian moved with Chu Ci, and soon came to the feet, holding his breath and concentrating, his eyes staring directly at the water in front of him, and then he made a forward running momentum, stepping on the water waves, as if he was stepping on the snow, but the waves were bursting, and the ripples were undulating and scattering.

In just three or five steps, Chu Ci approached the water curtain, and without hesitation, he rushed in, and landed in front of the rugged cave with a body of moisture. The cave was crawlable for one person only, and with its unshakled weeds and piles of sand and gravel, it didn't look like a suitable place for human habitation, but rather a cave for amphibians such as snakes and lizards.

"Wake up little fox, we're going to look for the baby. The little fox in Chu Ci's arms was sleeping soundly, and because it was inconvenient to crawl with the little fox in his arms, he had to pull the little fox out of his dream.

The little fox screamed, staring at Chu Ci unhappily, almost not leaving a shocking and unforgettable line of cursive on Chu Ci's face with his small and cute paws. It looked at the surrounding environment again with a trance-like gaze, and then stretched out its little paws and shook it in front of Chu Ci's eyes, as if to warn Chu Ci not to make trouble while it was sleeping, otherwise it would give Chu Ci some brilliant and colorful colors.

"Hehe, little fox, don't be angry, let's come here to find a baby, maybe we can get a lot of sapphires! Chu Ci smiled, ignored the little fox's warning, touched the little fox's silky hair, but remembered the scene when the little fox snatched his blue gem ring, and immediately used the blue gem to tempt it and resolve the embarrassment.

Hearing this, the little fox was overjoyed, his heart was full of joy, and his eyes immediately lit up, as for Chu Ci disturbing its sleep, it was thrown out of the clouds, and then it made a fuss in Chu Ci's arms, as if urging Chu Ci to immediately and immediately take it to find the blue gem of the treasure light, and the cute and coquettish expression was urgent.

"You come down first, we will climb through this hole, and it will be difficult to carry you forward, and you will follow me later." He smiled and put the little fox out of his arms, and then said.

As soon as he got off the ground, the little fox didn't care about what Chu Ci said, and rushed towards the entrance of the cave like a gust of wind, and his four paws accelerated suddenly, and he had to fight with Mercedes.

"Huh?" Chu Ci was also stunned, he didn't expect the little fox to be so impatient, and a figure automatically appeared in his mind, how could this scene be so similar, Chu Ci shook his head and said: "The little fox and Leng Ruoxuan are too similar, maybe they were a family five hundred years ago!"

After finishing speaking, Chu Ci crawled forward, this hole is really domineering, if Chu Ci is a little fatter, maybe he will be stuck.

After climbing for about five minutes, Chu Ci climbed into this cave, and when he saw the scene inside, he was instantly stunned, and he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, and said: "This is really a ghostly workmanship, and such a large space can be carved out here!"

This is a cave, prepared to say that this is a cave house, equivalent to a house, with an area of nearly 100 square meters, and there is a bed made of rock, and a pillow made of truncated wood and a moldy and rancid quilt on it. There is also a stone table and two stone benches next to it, and there are two porcelain bowls on the stone table, but the chopsticks are golden and shining, which is particularly eye-catching.

In addition, there is a row of bookshelves filled with books, and even jade slips, with pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on top of a stone desk carved out of stone, and several water tanks next to it.

"This is Wang Xizhi's hermitage?" Chu Ci endured the musty smell, hurriedly got up, and then said incredulously.

Wang Xizhi is a famous calligrapher in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the first secretary Lang, and later the general Ningyuan, the history of the Jiangzhou Thorn, the general of the right army, the history of the Huiji, etc., known as the right army of Wang, and later because of the discord with the king of Yangzhou Thorn History, he resigned and settled in Huiji Shanyin.

"He has been in the officialdom for so many years, and the court will definitely not give him less, and his calligraphy is even more difficult to buy, there is no price, no matter how poor he is, he will not be so poor that he can't afford to buy a house. Looking at such a miserable and dim environment, Chu Ci, who had always been fascinated by Wang Xizhi, was also puzzled, and after thinking about it, he said: "There must be a hidden secret in it! This history is not recorded, it can be seen that the person who blocked this news has great power, and he must be a person in a high position, is it the king of the Eastern Jin Dynasty?"

"Huh, where is the little fox?" Then, Chu Ci noticed that something was wrong, he didn't see the little fox's figure, he gathered his mind, and glanced around with a blazing gaze.

After glancing at it, he didn't see the little fox, which made Chu Ci wonder if the little fox had gone to the wrong place, and said, "This little money fan, is it lost?"

"Forget it, it will always come back!" Then, Chu Ci stopped looking for the little fox and walked towards the bookshelf covered with thick dust.

I picked up a scroll casually and glanced at it, and the title on it was "Early Moon Post":

On the twelfth day of the first month, Shanyin Xi's report: I want to send this book soon, but no one will stop it, and I won't do it. The letter ended yesterday. Dan has to go to the sixteenth day of the month, although it is far from comforting. I have been instructed, Qing Jia is not bad, I am very bad, I am very bad! Lack of strength. Xi Zhi Bao.

"Wang Xizhi is seriously ill?" Chu Ci quickly understood the meaning of the post.

With a sigh, Chu Ci picked up the second volume and read it, with the title "Changfeng Post": Every time you read Changfeng, you can't bear it. Yesterday's book was ruined, but also revived, which is deeply worrying.

Immediately afterwards, "Xing Sui Post", "Shangyu Post", "Magi Post", "Ping An Post", "Aunt Post", "Funeral Post", "Lanting Collection Preface", "Ping An Post", "He Ru Post", "Huang Ting Jing", etc., were all read by Chu Ci one by one.

"Goodness, great goodness!"

It wasn't until Chu Cibai read "Sunny Post When the Snow is Fast" that his pupils constricted, which was a post written from dripping blood: Xi Zhidun's head: When the snow is fast, it is sunny, good. I want to be good. If it doesn't work out, it's not enough. Wang Xizhi paused. Shanyin Zhanghou.

"This book is mainly based on the round pen to hide the front, the demeanor is free, calm and unhurried, the pen is closed, the conversion is pressed, like the mountain contains jade, although it is not outside the sharp edge and the spiritual connotation, the bone strength is hidden, the round strength is ancient, the meaning is leisurely and elegant, and the taste is unfathomable!" Chu Ci said involuntarily, and then his body exuded a thick murderous aura, just like the substance, turned into a sword, a sword, and a halberd, surging in the cave, and said angrily: "The thief Shanyin Zhang Hou!"

The book saint who is admired by the world has ended up like this, and he is really jealous of his talent.