In the Qingyang Book House, Gongliang worked hard to write down the Dongtu characters and meanings taught by the old Confucians. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mi Gu sat on the edge of the poop, lying on a small table with a small brush, writing and drawing.

Every few times she wrote, she raised her head and twisted her buttocks, as if there was a nail piercing her underneath, and then turned her head to look at Baba and found that Baba was still doing something, so she picked up the small brush and lay on the table to write and draw. Just after a while, the little guy reverted to his old ways, twisted his ass and looked around, and there was no moment of peace.

Next to her, Yuan Bil also holds a brush to write.

Its characters are not like those of rice grains, like snakes crawling, crooked, and messy.

At a cursory glance, there was a gentle and delicate air rushing to the face.

If you look closely, the words it writes are like flowing water, extremely smooth, and like a phoenix flying like a phoenix, the spirit is very good. Looking at its serious and serious writing, I don't know that the person who writes with a pen thinks that the person who writes is a gentle and lovely lady, and I won't believe that it is a stupid and cute big-headed panda when killed.

"Whew, I'm finally done, I've almost been exhausted to death trying to get this broken book for a while. ”

After Gongliang finished writing the last word, he threw the pen and rested directly on the pavilion pillar.

"Hey, if you had spent that effort on selling meatballs, wouldn't you have done it a long time ago?

"Master, you have students to support you, but the boy doesn't have the filial piety of those little fellows. To feed my family, not to sell meatballs, what do I feed these guys. Don't look at the small rice grain, this little thing has a big appetite, and that foolish thing, it's just a rice bucket, if I don't make some money, how can I live?"

Gongliang and the old Confucian are familiar with each other, and there is no master-apprentice relationship, so they talk a lot more casually.

The old Confucian waved his hand and said, "Don't listen to your noise, show the old man the dictionary you copied against the Great Wilderness and Dongtu script." ”

Gongliang handed over a thick dictionary on the table.

He thought about the dictionary name a lot, and only used it until the end, and it sounded more pleasant to the ear.

In the earliest days, he always wrote the words and meanings taught by his master on the animal skin, but the animal skin was too thick, and it didn't take long to accumulate a thick pile.

As a last resort, he had to find paper, cut it into a long shape of paper sixty centimeters long and forty centimeters wide, thread it into a huge book with string, and copy it again with a homemade quill pen dipped in ink.

It involves some words on animals, plants or objects, and he will also draw graphics. So much so that after copying, there are twice as many words as before.

Fortunately, he only explained the meaning of the words in a superficial way, and if it was as detailed as the dictionary of his previous life, it is estimated that he would not be able to reach that level in a hundred years.

When Mi Gu saw Baba stop to rest, he immediately threw down the small brush and flew over to rub it around Baba by the neck.

Gongliang would not be deceived by her flattering appearance, so he hugged her in front of him and asked, "Have you written the words that Dad taught you?"

"I've written them all. Miya nodded vigorously.

"Go get it and take a look. ”

Miya immediately flew over and took the words he had written.

As soon as Gongliang saw the words she wrote, he suddenly felt extremely congested. This word is like being put on the road, being run over by cars back and forth, and tortured by the wind, sun and rain, a mess, messy, and difficult to see. But seeing that the little guy could still finish writing, Gongliang had to encourage him with a clear conscience, "Our rice valley is awesome, and I have finished writing all the words taught by my father." ”

"Uh-huh," Miya nodded proudly.

She's the fastest at writing, but it's not like it's rolling, slow, and she hasn't finished writing yet.

"Gongliang, I'm done writing too. ”

Just thinking about it, the round roll immediately appeared.

This guy ran over with the words he had written, put them in front of Gongliang, and screamed for him to read.

Gongliang took down the paper full of words written in front of him and looked at it, this is like a word! Looking at the words written by Mi Gu, it can be described as 'miserable'. It seems that this little guy can't be allowed to write anymore in the future, anyway, she already knows, and it's okay not to write.

Most of the words recorded in the dictionary comparing the Great Wilderness and Eastern Tuwen are explained in the Wild Script, and I really can't find the Wild Text to remember, Gongliang uses the Chinese of the previous life instead, anyway, this thing is what he is watching, don't care so much.

The old Confucian flipped through it, although there was some Chinese in it, but it was just some, and he could still understand it.

"Not bad. ”

The old Confucian affirmed Gongliang's hard work for a while, and said: "Although some words and sentences in the dictionary are incomprehensible and the meaning of the words is unclear, it is better to understand them, especially the use of these symbols, which is really better than today's Zhu pen and sentence breaks. ”

"It's just a matter of writing casually, and you don't have to be too demanding. If I hadn't been afraid that I would have gone to Dongtu, I wouldn't have worked so hard to write this dictionary if I didn't understand the text, and no one asked. Now, all the Dongtu characters are in the book, which can be described as 'a book in hand, I have it in the world, and I will never ask for anyone.' ’”

Gongliang patted the dictionary of the Great Wilderness and Dongtu Script, and said arrogantly.

"Hahahaha"

The old Confucian laughed.

After a while, he said: "Xiaoyou thinks too much, what you record in this dictionary is just a relatively long time in my eastern land and a more common text among countries. If you want to understand all the characters of Dongtu with this dictionary, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream. ”

"What do you say?" Gongliang was stunned.

The old Confucian touched the white whisker under his chin and said: "In the eastern soil, there are many countries, among which the most widely circulated and the most prevalent is the text in the dictionary, also known as 'Feiyun Seal', you see if the font is as elegant as Feiyun." ”

Gongliang took a look, and sure enough, it was so.

"In addition to the Feiyun Seal, there are ancient seals, golden seals, big seals, and small seals in the eastern soil. Between the countries, there are also different seal scripts, such as the Great Yu Kingdom has the 'Yu Seal', the Great Xia has the 'Xia Seal', and the Great Qin is called the 'Qin Seal', which is divided into jade seals, iron wire seals, Miao seals and so on due to different types. ”

Gongliang didn't expect that there were so many seals, and his head was about to be dizzy.

The old Confucian took a sip of tea and said: This is only the text of my eastern region, other places and various ethnic groups also have their own scripts, such as Sanskrit in the west, sea sea books, land water tribe hydrology, demon demon culture, etc., and some spirit beasts also have their own words, such as the dragon seal of the real dragon clan, the phoenix seal of the true phoenix clan, as well as the insect seal, and the bird book of birds. In fact, the so-called words are nothing more than a bridge created by spiritual things to facilitate communication with each other, and it is not difficult to do it with the heart. However, speaking of which, the most mysterious text in heaven and earth is the Shenwen Immortal Seal. ”

"Shenwen Immortal Seal, what is it?" Gongliang said strangely.

"Divine writing is the writing created by the innate gods in ancient times. The gods are born from heaven and earth, it can be said that they are the children of heaven and earth, and the words created are all words with meaning, often a word is a sentence and a chapter, unpredictable, and mysterious. Although the immortal seal is not as good as the divine text created by the innate gods, it is not much worse, and it is difficult for mortals to understand it. ”

Gongliang didn't expect that there were so many words in this world, and he was dumbfounded for a while, and then asked in a half-loud voice: "How many words do you know, Master?"

The old Confucian glanced at him and flipped his slap, which had a tsundere taste.

Gongliang swallowed his saliva and said in disbelief: "Master, you can't say that you can speak ten languages, right?"

The old Confucian touched the white beard under his chin and said, "I like these things, and I know a few more things." ”

This old man is really a good man. Gongliang couldn't help asking, "That... I wonder what the Master knows?"

"I am proficient in the absurd text and the seven kinds of Eastern Earth Seal Script, and I understand the Divine Immortal Seal a little. ”

"Didn't you say that the Divine Immortal Seal is extremely mysterious, how come there is also a study?" Gongliang said in surprise.

The old Confucian man smiled: "It is precisely because of the mystery that we have to study." You still don't understand, the kind of text that points directly to the origin of the avenue, it makes people feel like an empowerment, like being in the middle of heaven and earth, fluttering like a fairy, very wonderful. ”

Gongliang didn't expect the master to be so knowledgeable, thought about it, and suddenly had an idea, so he said: "Master, otherwise, you can also write out the Shenwen Immortal Seal and let the boy compile it into a book, and then you can use it to teach the students and children, so as not to put it on the shelf and break the inheritance in the future." ”

"This..."

When the old Confucian heard Gongliang's suggestion, he pondered for a while.