The Legend of Shushan Xuanjian

Chapter 316 Fight Book
Chu monk Huai Sugong's cursive script, the ancient method is as new as possible.

The spirit is clear, the bones are sincere and straightforward, and when I get drunk, I wield my pen for me.

Beginning to change from a broken body to a graceful appearance, one by one the flowers bloom late in spring.

Suddenly majestic and dull, the dragon snake soars and the beast stands tall.

The galloping ink drama rushes to the four, and the man sits and loses his voice and can't watch it.

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——Excerpt from "Song of Master Huai Su in Cursive Script" by Dai Shulun
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With pen, ink, paper and inkstone, everything is ready, and Li Chu, the king of Guangping County, is the first to appear on the stage. I saw him rolling up his sleeves, writing like a shuttle, like a dragon swimming.

Li Chu, the king of Guangping County, strengthened his wrist strength, and moved the center forward, using the method of seal and seal, and rounded the Tibetan front, like printing ink pad.The strokes form the head of a silkworm and the tail of a swallow, while the straight strokes form the shape of a bow and crossbow poised for momentum. Experts can tell at a glance that Li Chu, the king of Guangping County, has indeed received the true biography of Yan Zhenqing.

Li Chu walks with his wrists, and his brushwork is thick and strong, full of muscles and bones, and also sharp.

As soon as the writing is finished, the whole cursive is majestic, powerful, and stippling.

"What a prosperous Tang Dynasty! No wonder even His Majesty and Dad are full of praise." Li Tengkong said with emotion.

The girls next to the Prince of Guangping exclaimed in surprise, laughed and danced, their eyes worshiped and blurred, as if this scroll was written by his own husband.

Under the pressure of Bai Fu's challenge, Li Chu, the king of Guangping County, made full use of what he had learned in his life. After finishing the last stroke, even he himself was overwhelmed by it.

"This work is far superior to the ones written in the pen studio on weekdays. After today's comparison, it should be presented to the emperor's grandfather for appreciation as soon as possible." Li Chu, the king of Guangping County, thought to himself that the more he looked at it, the better it was.

Amidst the guards of the ladies watching, Li Chu, the king of Guangping County, stamped his bell seal, threw the pen with a pen, and said with a proud smile, "I also ask Secretary Bai to enlighten me!"

Li Chu, the king of Guangping County, is as personable as his character, and his timeless appearance captivates all the girls.

Many children from aristocratic families were envious and jealous, and turned their backs on the battlefield, and secretly stood by Bai Fu's side, hoping that Bai Fu would shine brilliantly and give this proud man a blow in the head!
After observing the enemy's situation, look at our side.Li Tengkong looked around in a blink of an eye, and Bai Fu was in a corner, taking some time to drink tea.

Li Tengkong rushed in front of Bai Fu, and praised: "That's right, seeing how stable you are, I feel relieved, we can't lose momentum even when we type words!
Hey, no, you can beat him!right?
Seeing how you behave, why do I feel that Li Chu is going to fall into your hands today! "

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Bai Fu's eyes were like shooting stars, he smiled brightly, put the cup on the tea table, lifted his robe, and stood up gracefully.

Many years later, Li Tengkong hugged his knees and faced the wind on the Jinse Cliff of Lushan Mountain. Recalling this scene, Bai Fu seemed to slow down his movements at that time, and his gestures seemed to be enveloped by a light.

The most magical thing was Bai Fuhuan's smile as he waited for the audience, the light in his eyes was like a spring breeze.

From then on, the dao heart planted a demon, and it was beyond redemption.

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The servant prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and invited Bai Fu to the table.

Bai Fu shook his head and smiled, and said, "This paper is too small! Bring me a handful of unused mops!"

Under the confused eyes of everyone, Bai Fu stepped over the threshold, walked out of the study, and walked to a white wall in the corridor: "This place is very good!"

Bai Fu stretched out his arms, one hand, five fingers like hooks.

With a sound of "swish", the mop held by the servant flew into Bai Fu's hands.

"Sword Control!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"Brother Fu, go ahead!" Li Tengkong threw a jar of 'Zhuangyuan Red' at Bai Fu, and said with a smile, "Wouldn't it be nice to have fun with wine!"

Bai Fu smiled and praised: "The general is really a wonderful man!"

Holding the wine jar in his hand, Bai Fu raised his head and drank three gulps, laughing loudly, enjoying himself.

Bai Fu dipped the mop cloth into the ink, and brushed a few large brushstrokes across the long pink and white wall.

Bai Fu's awe-inspiring demeanor of running around like a snake, and the torrential rain and whirlwind made everyone under the wall have difficulty breathing, as if they were in a dangerous place, and a violent storm hit the sky and covered the sky.

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Kill ten people in ten steps, and stay in a thousand miles.

Hello.

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The book written by Bai Fu is exactly Li Bai's famous work "Xia Ke Xing".

Bai Fu borrowed Taibai's story to pour himself a lot of money.What is a chivalrous man, so should a banished immortal!
In Bai Fu's works, there are the strangeness of hanging needles hanging down, the strangeness of running thunder and falling stones, the fear of flying beasts, the frightened state of bending and dancing snakes, the momentum of crumbling peaks, and the shape of drafts in danger.

When Bai returns to the pen, sometimes it is as heavy as a collapsed cloud, and sometimes it is as light as a cicada's wing. If you guide it, you will be injected with springs, and if you stop it, you will find peace in the mountains.

The slenderness seems to rise from the horizon of the first moon, and it falls like a galaxy among the stars. It is as wonderful as nature, and it cannot be achieved without force.

Faith can be said to be both ingenious and excellent, with a smooth heart and hands, and there must be a reason for what to do. Within a stroke, the ups and downs are sharp, and within a single point, the frustration is as small as a hair...

Bai Fu borrowed wine to bloom freely and unruly.It looks like splashing ink, but more like dancing with a sword.Madness is like a vajra staring at his eyes, and killing is like Jing Ke pressing a sword.There are poems to prove it:
Huo Ruqiao leaned against the wall and fell, like a lonely bird flying in the air.

Come like a thunderbolt to receive anger, stop like a Jianghai condensing clear light.

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In the last stroke, Bai Fu jin pierced the long tassel, with sharp edges protruding, and his sword was on the verge of breaking out.Especially the word "kill", as if breaking through a wall.Li Chu tacitly, shuddered!

After Bai Fu finished writing, he stood with his hands behind his back, like a snow crane in Yaotai, standing alone.

The audience was silent. Although there were no referees, the judgment was made.

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Li Chu was heartbroken, and turned into anger from embarrassment. Under the eyes of everyone, he lost his mind, picked up the inkstone and slammed it towards the wall as if he had lost his mind.Although the wall was not smashed through, there were cracks like spider webs.

With a thought in his mind, Bai Fu solved the mystery that had puzzled him for many days.

Brothers Li Yan and Li Qiu were about to go forward to congratulate, Bai Fu soared into the sky, soaring into the sky, after several ups and downs, he disappeared.

At this time, the full moon hangs down to the sky, and the white belt flies, passing through the moon, as if flying into the Laurel Toad Palace.

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"I don't know if your mother is coming, please make amends."

Turning her head, Li Yan was the first to notice that the imperial concubine was wearing a veiled hat, hiding behind the lattice windows of the attic, so she hurriedly saluted and made amends.Surprised by the audience, they all stood upright and bowed respectfully to the attic.

Only then did Yang Yuhuan slowly walk down the attic, and accompanied by Gao Lishi, she moved to the wall, carefully tasted Bai Fu's handwriting, and praised again and again.

Gao Lishi stretched out his hand, his fingers were like steel claws, and dug out a wall brick with words from the wall.

I saw Bai Fuli piercing through the back of the wall, and the ink penetrated an inch into the wall brick.If this mop greets someone, even if there is a bright light armor to protect the body, it will be cut open by this gangster energy.

Gao Lishi praised from the bottom of his heart: "This child, the end of the pen is like a vajra. Given time, it will be incredible, incredible!"

Yang Yuhuan smiled slightly, and said to the eunuch accompanying him, "Frame this wall for my palace so that I can take care of it."

After finishing speaking, Yang Yuhuan turned her head, her face sinking like water, and said to Li Chu: "I have watched the whole process. As the son of the Eastern Palace, you disregarded your status, made foul language, and Meng Lang was frivolous.

Such madness, how can it be a national weapon?

My palace will play to invite Your Majesty, and please His Royal Highness the Prince to discipline me well. "

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　1. Excerpted from "Shupu Preface", Sun Guoting (Tang Dynasty):

　　The strangeness of seeing a man hanging a needle, the strangeness of flying thunder and falling rocks, the fear of flying beasts, the state of being frightened by bending and dancing snakes, the momentum of a crumbling peak, the shape of a manuscript in danger, it may be as heavy as a collapsing cloud, or light Like a cicada's wings, if you guide it, the spring will pour into it, and if you stop it, the mountain will be safe.The slenderness seems to rise from the horizon of the first moon, and it falls like a galaxy among the stars. It is as wonderful as nature, and it cannot be achieved without force.Letters can be described as both ingenious and excellent, with a smooth heart and hands, and there must be a reason for what to do. Within a stroke, the ups and downs become sharp, and within a single point, the frustration is as small as a hair...

　　2. Chu monk Huai Sugong's cursive script, the ancient method is as new as possible.

　　The spirit is clear, the bones are sincere and straightforward, and when I get drunk, I wield my pen for me.

　　Beginning to change from a broken body to a graceful appearance, one by one the flowers bloom late in spring.

　　Suddenly majestic and dull, the dragon snake soars and the beast stands tall.

　　The galloping ink drama rushes to the four, and the man sits and loses his voice and can't watch it.

　　The palmistry master turned strange, and the strange shapes turned out to be appropriate.

　　Everyone asked carefully about this, but Huai Su said that he didn't know it at first.

　　——"Song of Master Huai Su in Cursive Script" by Dai Shulun
　　
　
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