Nightfall

The thin and tall Taoist dipped his finger on the wine and wrote it on the mahogany table. He quickly copied the twenty-nine characters on the account book. He put his finger in his dry lips and snorted, then lowered his hands behind him, lowered his body closer to the table, and continued to examine the paper on the account book carefully.

As he watched, his brows became tighter and tighter, his head shook more and more frequently, his expression became more and more confused, and he muttered. What is this written? I have n’t seen it before. Why is the brushwork so abundant without the energy fluctuation? It's so messed up so clearly, why can it make people's minds suddenly tighten after concentrating? "

The tall, thin Taoist shook his head and stood up straight, turned a half circle in the room, and then quickly walked back to the mahogany table, and continued to watch the writing on the account book paper, still frowning, shaking his head, Suddenly said: Nowhere! Does it matter? Nowhere! "

No matter how disputes among the three major sects of practice or between countries, no one has ever dared to have a little disrespect for the Rune Master, because there are few practitioners in the world and the Rune Master is more rare, between the secular literature and the world. The magician of the writing, the writing of the wind and rain, and the writing of the pen can shock the ghosts and spirits. It is too important for spiritual practice and war. It is a near-non-renewable resource and will always receive the most respected courtesy.

The Datang Empire is the first powerful country in the world, but it still has no more than ten Runemasters. Most of the Runemasters have long been far away from the red dust. Dedicate all the remaining life to find the secrets between the heaven and earth, and there are not many rune masters who are still walking in the world. Two of the four Rune Masters owned by the South Gate of Haotian Dao are the messengers sent to Chang'an City to show their power. They are not permanently stationed in Chang'an. Therefore, the Rune Masters at the South Gate of Hao Tian Dao are only two.

This lanky Taoist who visited the red sleeves at night was one of the two Rune Masters.

His name is Yan Se, Brother Li Qingfeng, the master of the Tang Dynasty, a great enlightenment from the southern gate of Haotian Dao, and the beautiful book of **** and spirits, which is based on the technique of calligraphy, is already one of the most outstanding characters in the world. When he was majestic, he painted a well character through the rain in the alleys, and scared the King Tang Jingxi, who is known as the invincible genius of the Tang Dynasty below the destiny, into a tragic little fat boy, which is his magical means.

In addition to all kinds of magical magical techniques, the magicians are most praised by the world for their wonderful realm and swaying skills on the calligraphy and painting paper. There is a saying in the world: the great calligrapher has no cultivation potential, it is impossible Become a Rune Master, but all Rune Masters must be great calligraphers or painters who can be named in the history of youth.

Yan Se is a rune master who happily hangs in the blue towers as long as he is willing, then he can become the master of the world's book world at any time. But such a person is actually so interested in the scribbled writing on an account book paper, even thinking about it, shaking his head and shaking his head, even if the Tang scholars or the strong in the spiritual world see this scene , They will be shocked and unable to speak, and they will certainly be very curious. Who is it that writing these words can annoy the Rune Master?

A cursive script of twenty-nine words can make the hallowed rune master Yan Si puzzled, not because of his lack of skill, but because of various reasons for his reasons tonight when writing this memo. .

He read the book on the old building today and he forgot his words and remembered his form. He was happily drinking with his classmates in the Qinglou under the epiphany, and he was free to pick up the cursive script in the room, so he naturally followed the day reading room In the principle of enlightenment, I forgot all the strict rules and regulations of the forest, and even subconsciously deliberately scattered all the strokes and rules in a drunk state. The plum blossoms were turned down, and the grape rack was drunk.

Writing this way is a different way. From another hard and awkward path, the hidden interest of the practice door is wedged. If you let another big book scholar in Chang'an City come to see this cursive script, you may not feel too much but fall in one. In the eyes of a Rune Master, he always felt as if he scratched his itch, or a secret place in his back that he had n’t scratched in a secret place for sixty years. If he knew it, he itched it in the bone marrow!

As for Rune Master Yan Se, Ning Que said that the cursive cursive book was totally wrong, because Ning Que was originally unacceptable, he couldn't understand the principles of practice, and the knowledge of the snowy mountains, the air and the sea was still unclear. Bent and awkward trail, and there are still boulders at the end of the trail, where can I get it?

The meaning in the text is that every stroke in the middle and its subsequent strokes consist of every word that contains the mind and thought of the writer at that time, with meaning and thought. The words are not understandable, that is, their thoughts are impracticable, so that their intentions are trapped between the ink and there is no transparency. The intention of the wine, through the wine into the hard mahogany table, through the smell of wine to the air and then diffuse into the entire red sleeve ...

At the time, Ning Que wrote this word to Sang Sang when the wine was hot, and the meaning he wanted to express seemed to be staying inside and outside the red sleeves. However, when the true meaning hidden in the brush and ink was all scattered at the moment, it was revealed. Out of his true thoughts, he didn't think he meant this, or he was unwilling to admit it.

In the courtyard where several plums are planted in the west, 6 Snow Maiden is embracing Chang Xiao silently, her beautiful and haggard face Baidu Jiangye is full of Qi color, watching the courtyard corner, only the old Mei who missed the color missed Tibetan spring in the southern hometown.

In the courtyard planted with bamboo bushes on the east side, the girl of Zhuzhuer stared at the star-studded basin, her tears fell like pearls on her plump and smooth cheeks, and fell into the basin with a soft sound.

In the quiet room at the top of the building, after the bead curtain, everyone looked at the portrait beside the bed, and her broad forehead was wrinkled into Dogawa. She looked at the young scholar riding the black donkey in the portrait, and looked at his familiar provoking 'S eyebrows, watching his energetic and even arrogant laughter, slowly shed tears, murmured and murmured. Ke Haoran, you dead man, when my old lady made chicken soup and waited for you to come back to drink every day, you would n’t come, and now you ’re fine, even if you want to drink, you ca n’t drink it, and you do n’t know what you are ... it is good. "

Suddenly she raised her eyebrows, squeezed the scarf in her hand and woke up, taking two steps to the side of the fence and looking out to the courtyard below. She knew the identity of the tall and slender Taoist in Shuizhu'eryuan, but she was not afraid at all, and she whispered softly with an angry face. You old man makes no sense! For no reason, my house provokes me to think that the **** thing is doing a lot! "

In the Zhuying courtyard room, with clean face and light makeup and light pink water beads, walked back to the room and watched the thin and tall Taoist shaking his head at the table. He couldn't help but stunned. He stepped forward to take a look, frowning and asking questions. Tao: Sir, I always felt the smell of chicken soup before. Why? ". Not the taste of chicken soup, but the taste of going home."

Rune master Yan Se shook his head, pointing to the scribbled 29 ink characters on the account book: When this man wrote this note, he was very anxious to go home and drink that bowl of leftover chicken soup. The chicken soup was not necessarily delicious. I was just curious about this Sang Sang who should be a woman. Forced to look like this. "This note ... wasn't it written by Ning Que?" Shui Zhu'er's delicate and small face was full of doubts. He didn't seem to want to go home at the time, and Sang Sang was not his wife, just ... his little maid. ". Little maid? That would make even less sense."

Rune Master Yan Se shook his head, and then ignored it. He never married in his life, because in Datang, especially in Chang'an, he saw many fierce wives like tigers, and he was thinking about lingering flowers and tasting all day long, so he could not understand a little maid and a bowl of leftover chicken soup There is something worth remembering.

In the early morning of the second day, the thin and tall Taoist left in a horse-drawn carriage, without inquiring about the sacredness of Ning Que, who wrote the twenty-nine cursive characters. After a while, Shui Zhuer came over with her yawn and rubbed her sleepy eyes. She had long forgotten the emotions of last night and took the hot tea on the maidservant's side. , Subconsciously glanced at the table, now the tattered account note paper has disappeared, and last night the thin and tall Taoist fingered the twenty-nine cursive characters copied on the mahogany table with dip water It has dried up.

She smiled and shook her head, put down the cup in her hand, the green verdant bracelet between her wrists gently hit the mahogany table case, only heard a very soft sound, the table case was shocked by a very subtle red Patent leather powder.

Shui Zhu'er was slightly surprised, opened his eyes and looked curiously, hesitated a moment and gently wiped it with a silk scarf in his sleeve. I saw that under the red patent leather powder, there was a row of extremely scrawled writing ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ These writings do not seem to be deep, but the traces are deep in the wood, and they are not erased at all. It is really a three-pointer! . Master Sang Sang, I wo n’t come back to sleep when I ’m drunk today. You remember to drink the leftover chicken soup stewed in the pan. "

Shui Zhu'er opened her eyes and stared at the scribbled handwriting on the mahogany case. She knew something vaguely. She didn't know that the thin and tall Taoist was the legendary magician, and she couldn't see whether Ning Que could have in the future. What a great fortune, but she knows that the origin of thin and tall Taoist people is bound to be extraordinary, but she sincerely hopes that Ningque will have a great fortune in the future, and more importantly, after many years of reading, she has a very natural sensitivity to such things as opportunity. So, in the first time, she instructed her maid to put away this desk case carefully and keep it in a safe place for future.

On the other side, the magician Yan Se walked out of the blue building and boarded a dilapidated carriage. When he didn't travel much in Chang'an City, he met a young Taoist with a yellow paper umbrella under his arm. Tao: Uncle, what you have confessed has been clarified. That person is called Ning Que and escorted the princess together ... Lv Qingchen has seen it and confirmed that there is no potential. I also saw it in the academy a few days ago and did not even enter the surgery department.

The Rune Master sighed with regret. Not to mention the relationship between the young man and Her Royal Highness, it ’s just that these know-hows are already in desperation. Do you want to invite the power of a few great clerks in the Xiling Temple to perform a great divine magic trick for this young man? It's a pity that Fu Shuo Miao Dao was hard to find a successor. ! ~!