The lanky Taoist dipped his finger in the wine and wrote on the mahogany table. Soon he copied the twenty-nine characters on the account book paper. He put his finger into his dry lips and licked it. Then he put his hands behind his back, lowered his body and put his face close to the table. He carefully continued to examine the paper on the account book paper.
As he read, he frowned more and more, shook his head more and more frequently, and looked more and more confused. He murmured, "What kind of writing is this? I've never seen it before. There is no fluctuation of primordial Qi, but why is the meaning of the brush so abundant? It's obviously scattered to the point of a mess, but why can it make people suddenly nervous after concentrating on it? "
The lanky Taoist shook his head and stood up straight. He walked half a circle in the room and then quickly walked back to the mahogany table. He lowered his head and continued to look at the handwriting on the account book paper. He still frowned and shook his head, saying repeatedly, "It doesn't make sense! It doesn't make sense! Does it make sense? It doesn't make sense! "
No matter how the three major cultivation sects or countries quarreled with each other, no one dared to disrespect the Divine Talisman Master. That was because there were few cultivators in the world, and the Divine Talisman Master was even rarer. The Divine Talisman Master, who stood between the secular world and the secular cultivation, could create wind and rain and startle ghosts and gods when he wrote. He was too important for cultivation and war, and was an almost non-renewable resource.
The Tang Empire was the most powerful country in the world. However, it never had more than ten Divine Talisman Masters. Most of them had already left the secular world and lived in seclusion in the Academy or in the forest. They devoted their remaining life to finding the secrets between the veins of Heaven and Earth. There were not many Divine Talisman Masters who were still in the world. Two of the four Divine Talisman Masters in the South School of Haotian Taoism were messengers sent to Chang 'an by the West-Hill Divine Palace to show their power. They did not stay in Chang' an for long, so there were only two Divine Talisman Masters in the South School of Haotian Taoism.
The lanky priest who visited the House of Red Sleeves at night was one of the two Divine Talisman Masters.
His name was Yan Se, the Senior Brother of Li Qingfeng, the Nation Master of the Tang Empire, and the High Minister of Offerings of the South School of Haotian Taoism. He was fond of strong wine, beautiful women, and wonderful books. In terms of the art of calligraphy and talisman, he was already one of the top figures in the world. That night when it was raining heavily in the spring rain, he drew a well talisman with the help of the rainwater in the alley and scared Wang Jinglue, the cultivation genius of the Tang Empire, who was known to be invincible below Knowing Destiny, into a crying fat boy.
In addition to all kinds of magical talisman techniques, Divine Talisman Masters were most praised for their wonderful realm and ability of painting on the desk and paper. There was a saying in the world that a great painter could not become a Divine Talisman Master if he did not have the potential for cultivation. However, all Divine Talisman Masters must be great calligraphers or great painters who could leave their names in history.
Yan Se was a Divine Talisman Master who frequented brothels for pleasure. As long as he was willing, he could become a leading figure in the world of calligraphy. But such a figure was so interested in the scribbled handwriting on an account book that he could not understand it even after racking his brains. If the calligraphers of the Tang Empire or the powerhouses in the cultivation world saw this scene, they would definitely be shocked speechless. And they would definitely be very curious about who on earth was this person who could write these words that could make a Divine Talisman Master feel distressed.
It was not because Ning Que had great ability that the dignified Divine Talisman Master Yan Se racking his brains could not understand a piece of cursive handwriting. It was because of various reasons that he happened to be in a certain state of mind when he wrote this note tonight.
Today, he was enlightened when he read the books in the old building. He forgot the meaning of the words but remembered their shapes. Feeling happy and enlightened, he went to the brothel with his classmates to drink. In a daze, he randomly picked up the brush pen to write cursive handwriting. Then, he naturally followed the principles that he understood when he read the books in the brothel in the daytime and forgot all the strict rules of writing. Even when he was drunk, he subconsciously scattered all the rules of writing. He twisted the plum blossoms and overturned the grape trellis.
But this writing method was different. It wedged the hidden interest of the cultivation method from another stiff and clumsy way. If it was another great calligrapher in Chang 'an City who read this cursive handwriting, he would not feel much. But in the eyes of a Divine Talisman Master, he always felt that he had scratched his own itch. It was a secret place on his back that he had not scratched for sixty years. It was a place that he had not scratched in the past sixty years. But once he knew it, it itched to the bone!
As for the Divine Talisman Master Yan Se saying that Ning Que's cursive handwriting could not be understood, it was not wrong at all. Because Ning Que did not understand the principles of cultivation, and the Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi acupoints in his body were still blocked. Now he just wanted to find a winding and long path to go up the mountain, but there was still a huge rock at the end of the path. How could he get through?
The meaning of the words meant that every stroke in the middle and the following strokes contained the intention and thought of the calligrapher at that time. Ning Que's cursive handwriting of 29 words could be said to be incomprehensible. That was because he could not understand it, so the meaning was trapped in the ink and could not be penetrated. But now that the dignified Divine Talisman Master Yan Se had copied it, no matter how powerful Tao Chi was, he could no longer imprison the intention in the strokes and words. The wine seeped into the hard mahogany table, and the wine spread to the air and then spread to the whole House of Red Sleeves …
At that time, Ning Que was drunk when he wrote this to Sangsang. It seemed that he wanted to express his intention to stay in the House of Red Sleeves for the night. But when the true meaning hidden in the ink was fully released, it revealed his true intention. He did not think that was his intention, or he was not willing to admit it.
In the courtyard of a few plum trees in the west, Lu Xue was silent with a long flute in her arms. Her beautiful and haggard face was full of sorrow. Looking at the old plum trees in the corner of the courtyard, she missed the spring in her hometown in the south.
In the courtyard of a few bamboo trees in the east, Dewdrop stared blankly at the basin full of stars. Bright tears rolled down her smooth cheeks like pearls and fell into the basin, making a soft sound.
In the quiet room on the top floor, behind the bead curtain, Mistress Jian looked at the portrait beside the bed. Her broad forehead wrinkled into a deep frown. She looked at the young scholar riding a black donkey in the portrait. She looked at his familiar raised eyebrows and looked at his spirited and even arrogant laughter. Tears slowly flowed down her face. She murmured in a low voice, "Ke Haoran, you bastard. I made chicken soup for you every day when you came back, but you didn't come. Now, even if you wanted to drink it, you can't. I don't know … how are you living in the underground?"
Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows and woke up with a tight grip on the silk handkerchief in her hand. She hurried to the railing and looked at the courtyard downstairs. She knew the identity of the thin and tall Taoist in Dewdrop's courtyard, but she was not afraid at all. She scolded softly with an angry face, "You old man, you are so unreasonable! Why did you come to my house to provoke me? Why did you think of that bastard! "
In the courtyard, Dewdrop, who had washed her face and put on some light makeup, walked back to the room leisurely. When she saw the tall and thin Taoist shaking his head by the table, she couldn't help but be slightly startled. She walked up to him and took a look. She frowned and asked doubtfully, "Sir, why did I smell chicken soup earlier?"
"It's not the smell of chicken soup. It's the smell of going home."
The Divine Talisman Master Yan Se shook his head and pointed at the twenty-nine characters scribbled in ink on the account book. He said, "When this man wrote this note, he was very anxious to go home and drink the leftover chicken soup. The chicken soup may not be delicious. I'm just curious about Sangsang, who should be a woman. I don't know whether she is his fierce wife or strict mother. How could she force him to be like this?"
"Isn't this note … written by Ning Que?" Dewdrop's delicate face was full of confusion. "He didn't look like he wanted to go home at that time. Sangsang is not his wife, but … his little handmaiden."
"Little handmaiden? That's even more unreasonable. "
The Divine Talisman Master Yan Se shook his head and no longer cared about this matter. He had never married in his life because he had seen too many fierce wives like tigers in the Tang Empire, especially in Chang 'an. He only wanted to linger in the bushes of flowers and taste fresh food all day long. Therefore, he could not understand why a little handmaiden and a bowl of leftover chicken soup were worth so much of his attention.
The next morning, the thin and tall Taoist left in a carriage without asking who the person who wrote the twenty-nine characters was. After a while, Dewdrop walked over while yawning and rubbing her sleepy eyes. She had long forgotten all the emotions from last night. She took a sip of the hot tea served by the maidservant and subconsciously glanced at the table. She found that the tattered account book and notepad had disappeared, and the twenty-nine cursive characters that the lanky Taoist had copied on the mahogany table with his finger had long dried up and disappeared.
She shook her head with a smile and put down the teacup in her hand. The emerald bracelet on her wrist gently knocked on the mahogany table. A very light sound was heard, and a very fine red paint powder was shaken off the table.
Dewdrop was slightly shocked and opened her eyes to look at it curiously. After a moment of hesitation, she gently wiped it with the silk handkerchief in her sleeve. Under the red paint powder was a row of extremely sloppy handwriting. These handwriting did not seem to be deep, but the traces were so deep in the wood that it could not be erased. It could be said that the handwriting had penetrated deep into the wood!
"Young Master Sangsang, I'm drunk today, so I won't come back to sleep. Remember to drink the remaining chicken soup in the pot."
Dewdrop opened her eyes and stared at the scribbled handwriting on the mahogany table. She vaguely understood something. She did not know that the skinny and tall Taoist was the legendary Divine Talisman Master, nor could she see how great Karma Ning Que would have in the future. However, she knew that the skinny and tall Taoist must have an extraordinary background. She sincerely hoped that Ning Que would have a great Karma Ning Que would have in the future. More importantly, she had a natural sensitivity to opportunities after having seen countless people. Thus, she immediately ordered the maidservant to carefully put away the table and keep it safe for the future.
On the other side, the Divine Talisman Master Yan Se went out of the brothel and boarded a shabby carriage. After a short journey in Chang 'an City, he met a young Taoist with a yellow paper umbrella under his armpit. The young Taoist respectfully replied, "Uncle, I've found out what you asked me to do. That person is called Ning Que, and he escorted the princess … Lyu Qingchen has seen him and confirmed that he has no potential. I've also seen him in the Academy a few days ago, but he did not even enter the course of magic skills."
The Divine Talisman Master sighed with pity. Not to mention the relationship between the lad and Her Highness, it was already a hopeless situation that he could not open all his acupoints. Did he have to ask the West-Hill Divine Palace to gather the power of several Great Divine Priests to help this lad open his acupoints by force? It was hard to find a successor for the wonderful Talisman Technique. Last night, he finally met one, but he was congenitally deficient. What a pity.
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