The road at night is sad, the north wind is howling, the shadows of the nine-curved streams shake the stars and moons in the sky, and several extremely majestic cliffs stand under the sky, like giants lying across the vast earth.

"Zheng Jiang, where is Zhizhi'an?"

Yuan Ziyi followed the mountain road, her eyes full of novelty.

Jiang Wen's voice came from afar: "A abandoned gym, Bai Yuchan was the presidency at the time. Recently, due to disrepair, Taoist priests have left one after another and were abandoned - but some people say it is because it is haunted inside."

Yuan Ziyi's pretty face disagreed, "Ghost? Then I want to see what the ghost looks like."

Jiang Wen shook his head and said, "It's not an evil ghost with green faces and fangs, it's just some strange things. The Taoist priests of Zhizhi'an said that every night, there will always be people of all kinds who want to enter their quiet room, including men and women, old and young, and the doors are pounding."

After Jiang Wen finished speaking, he held his forehead helplessly, "I want to say that there is no ghost in the world, it is nothing more than some unexplainable phenomena. If you read less, you will easily believe in these strange things."

Yuan Ziyi said dissatisfiedly: "It seems that Master Jiang has other insights?"

Jiang Wen wondered why this woman always couldn't get along with her and had a fight for everything. She was obviously polite and didn't want to provoke her anymore.

The four of them walked along Yezaki with the torches and walked across a bay at Jiuqu River. There were strange stones on both sides, the cliffs were towering, and the mountains and rivers were full of winding scenery.

When he arrived in front of a huge rock, Jiang Wen stopped and said to the three tourists in front of him who only seemed to be of his age.

"Since you three have learned martial arts from me, I will give you a free tutoring class today so that you can know how powerful the physical education teacher is."

Jiang Wen raised a torch and approached the huge rock, and tried his best to pull off the climbing lyric vines, revealing the flat rock surface below.

When the three of them saw that there were three poems and poems engraved on the stone wall, which were still clearly visible after storms and storms.

"You can take a look at these three poems. They were all left by famous scholars who lived in Wuyi in the past. Can you guess their identities?"

Jiang Wen raised the torch high and led the three of them to look at the poems with no names left at the top of the stone wall.

"The fairy's house in the room is full of Tianxiang, with a piano, a sword and a cup of tea. The feathered clothes are often filled with smoke and clouds, and they do not attract the world's peaches and plum blossoms."

The font on the cliff is flying in a simplicity, with the arrogant and arrogant people of the Wei and Jin dynasties. Yuan Ziyi reads the poem softly, feeling that the fragrance of the purple clothes on her body is still strong, and she vaguely feels that Jiang Wen is taking advantage of her, but there is no evidence.

Her face was covered with frost, "I also talk about the fairy, and I also carry my feathered clothes. I am full of the dream of King Xiang, who is full of the god-like heart, must be a crafty guy."

This criticism made Jiang Wen, who was extremely shameless, stunned for a moment.

"This heavenly fragrance refers to the fragrance of gods in the sky, and also refers to the fragrance of Taoist priests worshiping gods. It is not about the color of heavenly fragrance..."

The poems and essays of the immortal master Bai Yuchan are looking up at the clouds and mists on the Wuyi peaks and feeling the works of the gods. Why is it so dirty when she gets her mouth?

Jiang Wen defended himself and moved the torch to the second poem quietly.

"There are fairies on Mount Wuyi, and the cold currents below the mountain are clear and clear. If you want to know the strange and extraordinary place, listen to the sings of the boat for two or three times."

This time it was Fu Ningdie who recited the poem curiously.

Compared with the casual running script just now, this character is much easier to recognize. The font structure is heavy at the top and light at the bottom, the brushstrokes are deep and fast, and every character is protruding, strong and powerful, and the spirit is particularly vigorous, and it is even more powerful. It is as if it is a fast sword to cut the formation.

Yuan Ziyi saw the word "Immortal Spirit" and vaguely guessed that she had just made a mistake. After all, two people talked about "Immortality", which would be a tribute to the deeds of gods.

Fu Ningdie looked up with her little face and said with certainty: "According to what my mother taught me, the poem is easy to use and casually rhymes, and it sounds like a catchy boat song tone. It should be written by a man from the world who aspires to revenge."

Jiang Wen laughed and hugged Fu Ningdie on his shoulders.

"If Master Zhu Xi knew that you evaluated him like this, he would be very pleased."

If we evaluate it from an objective perspective, Zhu Xi is not only a master of Neo-Confucianism, but also a naturalist who deeply observes various natural phenomena. He has a strong desire to explore the source and evolution of the principles of things.

That spirit of diligence has turned into a free and unrestrained sword energy in calligraphy, which is indeed very magical.

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As a young illiterate illiterate who was out of school, Hong Wending naturally couldn't participate in this discussion, but because of this, he avoided falling into Jiang Wen's inducing trap.

Yuan Ziyi and Fu Ningdie, who were wrong one after another, felt very unhappy, and formed a front line in a vague mood, and said to Jiang Wen.

"You are bullying people! You don't tell us any premises, how can you guess accurately!"

Jiang Wen's palm pressed against the rough rock surface and said slowly, "Blame me and blame me. This stone carving was made by Bai Yuchan and Zhu Xi of the Southern Song Dynasty, who traveled to Wuyi together, and took a raft to look at the king. He was inspired by the peaks of Manting. Guess the remaining poem, who would write it?"

This time, Jiang Wenzhao cleared the words on the stone wall and read in a clear voice that was beyond Yuan Ziyi's expectations.

"The wind blows the sound of phoenixes and cranes on the mountain, and the people in front of the mountain look at the green cloud screen. Penglai is in vain to find the Yaochi Road, but it is not clear that there is a curtain pavilion in the world."

This word is different from the two people in front of it.

The calligraphy on the stone wall uses the center of the pen, and the dots and strokes are legal, and the writing is smooth and free, thick and graceful, with a slightly different style of Su Huang. There is no bold and unrestrained attitude, and awe-inspiring and upright spirit.

"This poem..."

Yuan Ziyi pondered, thinking in her heart that Bai Yuchan and Zhu Xi were two giants of Confucianism and Taoism. The guests who could travel to Wuyi with them, and sing and express their love to the mountains and rivers must also be leaders of the literary world.

Judging from the calm writing of this regular and correct writing, I guess I am a famous figure in the Southern Song Dynasty, and maybe I am still a Qingliu back like a censor.

Yuan Ziyi and Fu Ningdie looked at each other. The two girls of all ages actually felt a sense of harmony and made roughly the same guess.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Jiang Wen had not answered yet, but Hong Wending, who was ecstatic on the side, suddenly spoke: "Master, I have different opinions - I think this poem is written by famous military officials."

This statement instantly attracted the attention of the two of them. Fu Ningdie hurriedly held Hong Wending's hand: "Wending, don't guess randomly. How could the hand of the Southern Song Dynasty martial artists holding a knife be written with such calm and square words?"

Jiang Wen looked at Hong Wending with interest and found that his expression was particularly firm.

"Wen Ding, why are you so sure?"

Hong Wending replied calmly: "Master, I can't understand the handwriting and the difference between the poems above, but I can understand this..."

His hand slowly stretched out and pointed at a crack in the stone wall.

I saw that the first character "mountain" in this poem, the prominent vertical line was particularly slender, and had been embedded into the stone wall three points. Hong Wending touched it with his hands and said earnestly.

"This is not a mark chiseled out by a stonemason, but a mark drawn with the head of an iron spear. It should be made by a tiger's stance, and its spirit and form are natural, and even my father cannot guarantee perfection. Only heroes who have fought on the battlefield have such profound tricks!"

"What you said is right, nor is it right. This poem was left by Mr. Jiaxuan of the Southern Song Dynasty."

Standing in the night, gently touching the vertical line of the word "shan", Jiang Wen nodded first, then slowly shook his head, and finally turned into a long sigh.

"That year, Xin Qiji, who was over fifty years old, was still actively preparing for war for the anti-Jin period, customizing military uniforms, recruiting strong men, and training soldiers, and never dared to slack off for a moment. At this time, Xin Qiji was still enraged thousands of miles away, and was determined to worry about the northern land that had been away for decades."

"However, the ruling faction at this time could not stand the remarks of the Northern Expedition and the war. Xin Qiji was demoted to this Wuyi Mountain under the attack of the censors and presided over the affairs of Chongyouguan."

"Xin Qiji, who has been away from home for nearly forty years, wanted to wait until the day of regaining Shenzhou, but could not show any intention of fighting. Therefore, although this poem was diluted and unreliable, it still could not hide the barrier in his heart."

"When he saw the stonemason being soft and weak, he picked up his iron spear and stabbed it into the rock wall, but he let it go, leaving only this deep trace.
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