Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 68

The night road is desolate, the north wind howls, and the stars and moons in the sky are shaken by the waves of the Jiuqu River. Several majestic cliffs stand under the sky, like giants lying on the vast land.

"Master Jiang, what is Zhizhi Temple?"

Yuan Ziyi walked along the mountain road, his eyes full of novelty.

Jiang Wen's voice came from a distance: "An abandoned gymnasium, Bai Yuchan used to be the abbot, but recently due to disrepair, the Taoist priests left one after another, and it was abandoned-but some people said that it was haunted by ghosts."

Yuan Ziyi's pretty face disapproved, "Ghost? Then I want to see what a ghost looks like."

Jiang Wen shook his head and said, "It's not an evil ghost with a blue face and fangs, it's just some strange things. The Taoist priests in Zhizhi'an said that every night when the time comes, there will always be all kinds of people wanting to enter their quiet room, there are men, women, and some Old and young, the door slammed."

After Jiang Wen finished speaking, he held his forehead helplessly, "If you want me to say, there are no such things as ghosts in the world, they are nothing more than some unexplainable phenomena. If you read less, it is easy to believe in these weird things."

Yuan Ziyi said unconvinced: "Then it seems that the head of Jiang has another opinion?"

Jiang Wen was puzzled, why is this woman always getting along with him, arguing about everything?I am obviously courteous, and I don't want to provoke her anymore.

The four of them followed the torches and walked through a bay mouth of Jiuqu River. There were many strange rocks and towering cliffs on both sides of the bank, creating a scene of dangerous mountains and rivers.

When he came to a boulder, Jiang Wen stopped, and said to the three pedestrians in front of him who were only about the same age as him.

"Since the three of you have learned martial arts from me, I will give you a free cultural lesson today, so that you can know how powerful the physical education teacher is."

Jiang Wen picked up a torch and approached the boulder, and tore off the climbing vines with all his strength, exposing the flat rock surface below.

The three of them saw that there were three poems deeply engraved on the stone wall, which were still clearly distinguishable after the wind and rain.

"Let's take a look at these three poems. They are all left by famous scholars who lived in Wuyi in the past. Can you guess their identities?"

Jiang Wen held up the torch and led the three of them to look at the unnamed poem on the top of the stone wall.

"The room is full of heavenly fragrance fairy house, a piano, a sword and a cup of tea. The feathers are often smoky, and they don't provoke peaches and plums in the world."

The font on the cliff was frivolous, with the arrogance of celebrities in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Yuan Ziyi read the poem softly, feeling that the fragrance of the purple clothes on his body was still strong, and vaguely felt that Jiang Wen was taking advantage of him, but there was no evidence.

Frost hung on her face, "You talk about fairies, you mention feathers, and you are full of the dream of King Xiang who is full of goddesses and hearts, you must be an arty guy."

These accusations against Huai made the thick-skinned Jiang Wen stunned for a moment.

"This heavenly fragrance refers to the fragrance of the gods in the sky, and also refers to the fragrance of the Taoist worshiping the gods. It does not mean the fragrance of the sky..."

Immortal Master Bai Yuchan's poems are looking up at the clouds and mist on the Wuyi Mountains, and feeling the works of the gods, how could they be so embarrassing in her mouth?

After Jiang Wen made an excuse, he quietly moved the torch to the second poem.

"There are fairy spirits on Wuyi Mountain, and the cold current at the foot of the mountain is singing. If you want to know the uniqueness, listen to the song two or three times."

This time it was Fu Ningdie who read the poem curiously.

Compared with the straightforward running script just now, this character is much easier to recognize. The structure of the font is heavy on the top and light on the bottom. The strokes are deep and fast. Potential.

Yuan Ziyi saw the word "immortal", and vaguely guessed the mistake of her rant just now. After all, if two people in a row mentioned "immortal", it must be Yonghuai's deeds.

Fu Ningdie finished reading with her small face up, and said affirmatively: "According to what my mother taught me, the words in this poem are easy to use, and the rhyme is casual. It sounds like a catchy boat song tune. It should be a happy poem. It must have been written by people in the rivers and lakes with grievances."

Jiang Wen laughed loudly, and hugged Fu Ningdie on his shoulders.

"Old Master Zhu Xi would be very pleased if he knew that you commented on him in this way."

If evaluated from an objective point of view, Zhu Xi is not only a master of Confucianism, but also a naturalist who deeply observes various natural phenomena, and has a strong desire to explore the origin and evolution of the principles of things.

It is indeed miraculous that the spirit of assiduous pursuit is transformed into the spirit of fast swords in calligraphy.

...............

As a young illiterate who was out of school, Hong Wending naturally couldn't participate in this discussion, but because of this, he avoided falling into Jiang Wen's trap.

Yuan Ziyi and Fu Ningdie, who had guessed wrong one after another, were very unhappy, and they faintly formed a battle line with sympathy, and said to Jiang Wen.

"You are bullying! If you don't tell us any premise, how can you guess correctly!"

Jiang Wen pressed his palm against the rough rock surface, and said with a slow smile, "I blame me. This stone carving was made by Bai Yuchan and Zhu Xi in the Southern Song Dynasty when they traveled to Wuyi together and looked at the peaks of the Great King and the Manting Pavilion on a raft. Guess who wrote the remaining poem?"

This time, Jiang Wenzhao clearly read the words on the stone wall, and read with a clear voice that was beyond Yuan Ziyi's expectations.

"The wind blows the sound of Sheng and cranes on the mountain, and people look at the green cloud screen in front of the mountain. Penglai is looking for Yaochi Road in vain. There is no mantle pavilion in the world."

This word is different from the previous two.

The calligraphy on the stone wall is centered with a brush, and the stippling is as legal as possible. The writing is smooth and free, thick and gentle, and the brushwork is slightly in line with Su Huang's legacy.There is no arrogance and wantonness, but an awe-inspiring air of uprightness.

"This poem..."

Yuan Ziyi mused, thinking to himself that Bai Yuchan and Zhu Xi were two giants of Confucianism and Taoism, and the guests who could travel with them in Wuyi, sing poems and wine, and express their affection for the mountains and rivers must also be leaders in the literary world.

Judging from the calm writing style of this well-mannered and answered work, it must be a well-known figure in the Southern Song Dynasty court, maybe it is a clear-cut back like admonishing the censor.

Yuan Ziyi and Fu Ningdie looked at each other, and the two girls of completely different ages had a feeling of sympathy, and they made roughly the same guess.

Before Jiang Wen answered, Hong Wending, who was in a daze, suddenly said, "Master, I have a different opinion—I think this poem was written by a famous military official."

This statement instantly attracted the attention of the two of them, and Fu Ningdie quickly took Hong Wending's hand: "Wending, don't guess randomly, how could it be possible to write such calm and square words with the hand of a warrior in the Southern Song Dynasty holding a knife?"

Jiang Wen, however, looked at Hong Wending with great interest and noticed that his expression was extremely determined.

"Wending, why are you so sure?"

Hong Wending replied calmly: "Master, I can't understand the difference between the handwriting and the poems on it, but I can understand this..."

His hand slowly stretched out, pointing to a crack on the stone wall.

Seeing the first word "mountain" in this poem, the protruding vertical line is particularly slender, and has been chiseled into three parts of the stone wall. Hong Wending touched it with his hands and said earnestly.

"This is not a mark chiseled by a stonemason, but a mark made with the tip of an iron spear. It should have been stabbed with a tiger's rifle. The spirit, will, and form are so natural that even father can't guarantee perfection. Only Zeng Only heroes who fight on the battlefield with guns have such profound provocations!"

"What you said is both right and wrong. This poem was left by the Layman Jiaxuan in the Southern Song Dynasty."

Standing in the night lightly touching the vertical line of the mountain character, Jiang Wen nodded first, then shook his head slowly, and finally turned into a long sigh.

"In that year, Xin Qiji, who was over [-] years old, was still actively preparing for the war against gold, customizing military uniforms, recruiting strong men, and training soldiers. Years of the North."

"Unfortunately, the people in power at this time could not see the speech of the main battle of the Northern Expedition. Under the attack of the admonisher, Xin Qiji was demoted to this Wuyi Mountain to preside over the affairs of Chongyou Temple."

"Xin Qiji, who has been away from home for nearly 40 years, wants to wait until the day when he regains China, but he can't show any intention of fighting. Therefore, although this poem is diluted and generous, it still can't hide the block in his chest."

"Seeing that the mason's chisel was weak, he raised his iron spear and stabbed it straight into the rock wall, but he put it down slumpedly, leaving only this deeply embedded mark.

"But you have to know that the 28 characters in this poem are not as good as this - after the word "mountain" is added, the words carved on the stone wall are no longer characters, but the sound of "killing thieves" by Lay Jiaxuan who is determined to make the Northern Expedition !"

(End of this chapter)