Without another word, Jiang Ni threw the inkstone in her hand into the White Elephant Pond.
She didn't want this ancient inkstone to be ruined by the guy in front of her. The reason why she cared so much about it was that it had become a demon in her heart. Not only was it a relic of West Chu's former glory, but there was also a secret that she had hidden very deeply. In Beiliang Palace, there were only two people she dared to express her hatred for. Other than Hsu Fengnian who was ranked first, there was also that Xu Weixiong who was flawless except for his handwriting and appearance. That year, when she tried to assassinate His Royal Highness in bed, she failed. Hsu Fengnian only gave her a slap on the face and said a few harsh words, but Xu Weixiong came back from Shangyin Academy thousands of miles away and threw her into the well. The well water wasn't as high as a person, it couldn't drown anyone, but it was dark without daylight. Moreover, the most vicious woman in the world added frost on top of frost and covered her with a slate, making her stay at the bottom of the well for three days and three nights. After she came out of the well, she accidentally learned that Xu Weixiong's calligraphy was terrible. Jiang Ni began to practice hard on her own. She didn't have a brush or an inkstone, it was fine. She used a branch as a brush, rainwater, snow, and all kinds of water without roots could be used as ink. Her memory of copying before she was five years old had long been blurred. Later on, Jiang Ni only cared about venting her emotions, she could write numbers with one stroke. Often, the writing on the ground was strange and abnormal, contrary to the current calligraphy style.
Hsu Fengnian looked at the sky and said, "I'll call you at night."
Jiang Ni didn't ask anything, she went to the hut and squatted down to look at the vegetable garden for the last time. It could be seen that although she was stubborn, she was still reluctant to leave.
Hsu Fengnian shouted, "The one who rides the bull, get out here."
The young Shishu really came out.
Hsu Fengnian was used to this bird man's appearance and disappearance, he said, "Go prepare some wine and meat, a large awl for writing on the board, if it's really not enough, a broom is fine, and a bucket of ink. Go now."
Hong Xixiang was puzzled, "What is His Royal Highness doing?"
Hsu Fengnian laughed, "Practicing calligraphy."
Hong Xixiang said in panic, "Don't tell me he's going to write on the wall of Ziyang Monastery?"
Hsu Fengnian comforted him, "How could I do such a tasteless thing?"
Hong Xixiang said uncertainly, "Really?"
Hsu Fengnian gave him the word 'scram'.
Apart from praying for his own good fortune, Hong Xixiang also prayed for Purple Sun Temple. This His Royal Highness better not cause any trouble. Which of the hundred or so Daoist priests of Ziyang Monastery wasn't living in fear these days? It was said that the Daoist priest couldn't sleep well every night. Every day, he would go to the Eldest Senior Brother's place to complain, pleading for the devil incarnate who was stirring up trouble at some unknown time to be invited to another place. Hsu Fengnian waited for an hour. When Hong Xixiang brought the things over, he returned to the waterfall to rest. The bull-rider brought a pot of fragrant rice wine, two pounds of cooked beef, a giant awl half the height of a person and a barrel of ink. It was very complete.
Hsu Fengnian really didn't know what this bull-rider was doing every day. If he wasn't running errands and delivering food, he would be sitting by the waterside in a daze. If not, he would be herding cows and riding cows. How did he cultivate the Way of Heaven? If cultivating the Way of Heaven was so comfortable and easy, Hsu Fengnian would want to go and cultivate it.
The fifteenth day of the month was a full moon.
With such a large silver plate hanging in the sky, there was no need to carry a lantern when walking at night. Hsu Fengnian originally wanted to use a night pearl to illuminate the way, but there was no need for that. He called Jiang Ni who had been staying in the vegetable garden like a clay figurine and walked towards the peak of the mountain.
Ziyang Monastery had avoided a calamity, but the pitiful Taixu Temple, the first of Wudang's thirty-six palaces, was about to suffer.
"The night is like a worm, the mountain is like a crouching cow. The bright moon is like a cocoon, it wraps me and Jiang Ni. "
Hsu Fengnian's poetic spirit was greatly aroused. He improvised a lame five-character poem with an uneven rhythm and was immensely proud of himself: "This poem is superb. Little clay figurine, what do you think of the moaning poems of the scholars of Liangzhou? "
Almost all of the heavy objects were carried by her. Jiang Ni who was on her back didn't even have the time to change her expression.
Hsu Fengnian brought Jiang Ni up the steps, heading straight for the Taixu Temple at the peak of Big Lotus Peak. There was a white jade plaza, the most suitable place to write and paint.
Which scholar would dare to use a large awl to write the characters "Fighting" in front of Wudang's Taixu Temple? Only His Royal Highness.
This was a true hedonist.
In an evil village, he only knew how to bully men and tyrannize women, climbing walls and looking at red apricots. He was too petty.
Arriving in front of the Taixu Temple, the mountain breeze brushed against his face, cooling his body. Hsu Fengnian had Jiang Ni place the things on the steps. He tore off a piece of beef and sat down, thinking about how to write. Regular script, running script, or the cursive script that he secretly practiced? Should it be the 《Futu Temple Monolith》, 《Huangzhou Cold Food Calligraphy》, or 《Urgent Calligraphy》?
Compared to regular script, Hsu Fengnian was actually more fond of cursive script, unrestrained and unrestrained. However, Li Yishan said that his skill was not enough and that he was far from the level where success would follow naturally. He did not allow His Royal Highness to touch it, which was a regrettable matter.
The roof of the Taixu Temple's main hall was paved with peacock blue glazed tiles. The three ridges hung down from the roof, with yellow and green as the main hall's decorative carvings.
The large eaves were flying upwards, the world famous Dageng Corner Eaves.
Hsu Fengnian got up and picked up the large awl and dipped it into the water bucket. He shook it a bit but still couldn't think of what to write. When it was time to write, he regretted not having enough books, but when it was time to write, he regretted being lazy. The ancients did not deceive him. Hsu Fengnian held the large brush and sighed again and again. In the end, he decided to drink a few mouthfuls of wine. Perhaps he could write something good with the wine. When he turned around, he was stunned. Jiang Ni had already raised her head and gulped down a large mouthful of wine. She, who had never drunk wine before, immediately flushed red, just like the peach blossoms in the West Chu Palace. It was rumored that the West Chu Emperor doted on Princess Taiping to the extreme. The little princess asked the peach blossoms in the courtyard how heavy they were.
Hsu Fengnian sighed quietly and dipped the large brush into the ink bucket. Today, he wanted to see her calligraphy.
Although the present world's cursive script was far from Li Cao, it was still what his master Li Yishan called Zhang Cao. It was far from Li Yishan's realm of "removing all rules, writing until the end is illiterate". There were only a few people in the world, such as the strange monk in the Two Zen Temples, who could be like what Scholar Li Yishan said: "Joys and sorrows, riches and honor, poverty and poverty, yearning, intoxication, injustice, resentment, only when the heart moves and the words become one with Heaven and Earth."
Jiang Ni walked shakily towards the large ink bucket.
After holding it with both hands, she walked to the center of the square and began to write.
At that time, Hsu Fengnian knew that when she smiled, the scenery was moving. When she was sad and wanted to cry but did not cry, it was even more moving.
The brush in her arms moved like a dragon.
It was as if there was a ghost at the tip of the brush.
The large brush had two hundred and forty-five characters. One stroke often had five or six characters.
It started with "West Shuyue, mountains and rivers die. East Yue, mountains and rivers die. At the head of the river, the people suffer. At the end of the river, the people suffer. "
It ended with "Jiang Ni swears to kill Hsu Fengnian".
She held the large brush and sat near the character "Nian". Her body was covered in ink. She was lost in thought and tears streamed down her face.
Hsu Fengnian sat on the highest step and muttered to himself, "What a good 'Great Geng Horn Swearing to Kill under the Moon'."
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