Chapter 392 Linhe Preface
Chen Tang stood at the door of the courtyard and looked around.
The courtyard is quite spacious, with a rectangular desk placed in the middle, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones placed on it.
On the other side, there is a rather spacious and elegant octagonal pavilion.
Surrounding the yard are rows of houses with white walls and black tiles.
This place is located in the mountain behind Langya Pavilion. It is quiet and remote. Looking at the surrounding layout, the people living here should have some status.
"Is anyone there?"
Chen Tang asked tentatively.
The courtyard was empty and no one responded.
Chen Tang pondered for a while, walked in, and walked around, but did not rush into the surrounding rooms.
Finally, the four of them came to the desk in the center of the yard.
I saw a piece of white paper lying flat on it, with a few lines of writing written on it. It seemed that the author had not finished writing, but only half of it, and left in a hurry.
At this time, a breeze blew across the table, blowing the corners of the white paper.
But that piece of white paper seemed to be firmly printed on the desk. Only the edges of the paper were rolled up by the wind, and the place with the writing remained motionless!
When Mei Zhenyu saw this scene, she seemed to think of something and exclaimed: "Three points into the wood!"
"What?"
Chen Tang asked.
Mei Zhenyu explained: "Senior Shen Yi, who founded Shujian Hall, was originally a scholar and knew nothing about martial arts. It is said that he and his friends Jian Zong, Zui Weng and other friends were traveling in Shanyin County, Kuaiji County, and they were fascinated by the mountains and rivers. In the meantime, I sighed that life is short and good times and beautiful scenery are fleeting, and I wrote a famous poem - "Linhe Preface"! ”
"There were many martial arts masters who traveled with him. After senior Shen Yishao wrote the "Linhe Preface", he had an epiphany and created the extremely special 'Mo Yun Martial Arts'."
"Ordinary martial artists first cultivate their bodies, remold their bones, and change their muscles and cut their marrow. However, the martial arts of Shujiantang first cultivates the inner Qi, and uses the inner Qi to temper the skin, flesh, muscles, and bones."
Mentioning this matter, Mei Zhenyu's eyes were full of admiration and said: "It is said that the martial arts principles of Shujiantang are all in the "Linhe Preface". And senior Shen Yishao's writing is so powerful that his handwriting can even penetrate wood. Three points, like a knife and an axe!”
Chen Tang suddenly realized.
I walked to the desk and took a closer look, and it was indeed the case.
The writing on the white paper has penetrated into the desk, as if taking root, so it cannot be blown by the wind.
Of course, the writing on this white paper is far from penetrating.
It must have been left by a certain Shujian Hall disciple.
Chen Tang glanced at it, couldn't help but let out a sigh, and subconsciously read out loud: "In the ninth year of Yonghe, I was in Guichou. At the beginning of late spring, I met at the Orchid Pavilion in Shanyin, Kuaiji..."
"Is this the Linhe sequence?"
Chen Tang turned his head and asked.
"Not bad."
Mei Zhenyu nodded.
Chen Tang murmured in his heart.
He is familiar with this "Linhe Preface"!
I don’t know how many times I have memorized the entire content in the Chinese textbook back then, but after all these years, I can still roughly remember it.
This is the wonderful thing about this world. Some things and some people seem to be compared to previous lives.
But if you distinguish carefully, there are many differences, just like parallel worlds.
Chen Tang continued reading. Just after reading two lines, he felt his eyes sting slightly.
"Weird."
Chen Tang directly turned on the trance sitting photo and felt the writing on the white paper.
These handwritings were originally motionless.
But under the hypnotic perception of Si Zhao, these handwritings seemed to come alive, turning into different villains, using different sword moves, and stabbing in the direction of Chen Tang!
Among them, the first character "Yong" has the most changes and the strongest sword energy!
I see.
No wonder his eyes stung.
The author enters the Tao with words, and the essence of the charm of swordsmanship has been integrated into every handwriting.
He watched intently and was naturally affected.
Chen Tang exited the state of divine illumination, and suddenly felt a little moved, and it was unbearable.
On the one hand, it was the charm revealed in this handwriting that aroused his competitive spirit.
On the other hand, it is the memory from the past life that is causing trouble. I want to finish writing the unfinished "Linhe Preface" to see how much I can remember. Intrigued, Chen Tang picked up the brush next to him.
He hasn't practiced calligraphy much, but he knows how to hold it.
Chen Tang continued writing according to what the author had not finished.
"The lady's love for you, I will look down on you for a lifetime, or take into my arms... The ancients said: Life and death are also big things, isn't it painful!"
"Each of the reasons for people's interest in the past can be combined into one..."
I can't write this character, so I have to use pinyin instead. I haven't written it for a long time, so I can't help but feel a little unfamiliar.
"Those who look at it later will also feel the elegance."
Chen Tang's writing was stumbling, with some typos and some sentences that were not fluent, but it was a long and eloquent article. According to memory, he finally wrote it down.
After finishing writing, Chen Tang vented his emotions in his chest and felt very happy and contented!
He gently picked up the white paper, checked it up and down, nodded repeatedly, and was very satisfied.
Mei Zhenyu looked on, dumbfounded, with a face full of astonishment.
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When he saw Chen Tang eagerly rolling up his arms and sleeves just now, he thought that Chen Tang was some kind of hidden master of calligraphy.
After all, Chen Tang had given him quite a shock a few days ago.
But when he looked over with expectation, he saw only half of the continuation written by Chen Tang. The handwriting was scrawled like a ghost painting, and it was like dragons and phoenixes dancing, crazy and unintelligible!
Even if I, the King of Heaven, come here, I'm afraid I won't be able to recognize what the words are.
Being able to write to such an extent is truly astonishing.
Seeing her senior brother's expression, Zhu Lingxue felt curious and went up to take a look.
At this glance, her jaw almost dropped to the ground.
"Brother Chen, are you painting?"
Zhu Lingxue asked blankly.
"You don't understand!"
Chen Tang snorted softly, put it in front of A Li, and asked: "A Li, come and see, how do I like my calligraphy?"
A Li glanced at it and looked away.
Chen Tang: "..."
"Brother Chen, let's go, someone is coming."
Mei Zhenyu quickly reminded him.
Outside the yard, there was a sound of footsteps, accompanied by a few chuckles.
Chen Tang had just been immersed in writing and had not noticed it.
When he put down the paper and ink and was about to leave the desk, a figure flashed at the door of the courtyard and someone had already walked in.
The person who came here was young, not as good as a weak crown, with a dignified appearance, wearing a plain Confucian robe. He looked gentle and elegant, with a bookish air mixed with a hint of edge.
The young man in Confucian robes walked into the courtyard. He glanced around first, and found nothing out of the ordinary. Then his eyes fell on Chen Tang and the others.
"Um..."
Chen Tang felt like he had done something bad and was caught red-handed, and he felt a little guilty.
The young man's eyes fell on the white paper on the desk. When he saw the continued writing on the desk, his expression instantly became extremely exciting. He seemed to want to laugh, but felt something was wrong.
There seems to be no need to feel angry.
After enduring for a long time, he finally shook his head helplessly.
"What do you call me when I'm sinking to Zhiyuan?"
The young man in Confucian robes raised his hands and asked.
"It turns out that your Excellency is the 'Sword Hidden Scholar'. I am the Plum Blossom Sword Sect's Mei Zhenyu, and I have long admired your name."
Mei Zhenyu returned the gift and introduced one by one: "This is my junior sister Zhu Lingxue, this is Brother Chen Tangchen, and that is his cousin Miss A Li."
"It turns out to be the childhood swordsman, whom I have admired for a long time."
Shen Zhiyuan nodded and smiled. Although he was not very young, he already had some magnanimity.
"Who wrote the words behind this?"
Shen Zhiyuan asked with a half-smile.
(End of chapter)