Eternal Sword

Chapter 392 Linhe Preface

Chen Tang stood at the gate of the yard and looked around.

The yard was quite spacious, with a rectangular desk in the middle, on which were placed pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

On the other side, there is a rather spacious and grand octagonal pavilion.

Surrounding the yard are rows of houses with white walls and black tiles.

This place is located in the back mountain of Langya Pavilion. It is quiet and remote. Judging from the surrounding layout, the people living here should be of some status.

"anyone there?"

Chen Tang asked tentatively.

The courtyard was empty and no one responded.

Chen Tang hesitated for a moment, walked in, and looked around, but did not rashly enter the surrounding rooms.

Finally, the four of them came to the desk in the middle of the yard.

I saw a piece of white paper lying flat on it with a few lines of handwriting on it. It seemed that the author had not finished writing, only half of it, and then left in a hurry.

At this moment, a breeze blew across the table, blowing up the corners of the white paper.

But the piece of white paper seemed to be firmly printed on the desk. Only the edge of the paper was blown up by the wind, while the place with the words remained motionless!
Mei Zhenyu saw this scene and seemed to have thought of something. He exclaimed: "It's really deep!"

"what?"

Chen Tang asked.

Mei Zhenyu explained: "The elder Shen Yi Shao who founded Shujian Hall was originally a scholar and knew nothing about martial arts. It is said that he traveled with Jian Zong, Zui Weng and other friends in Shanyin County, Kuaiji Prefecture. He was immersed in the mountains and rivers, lamenting that life is short and beautiful scenery is impermanent, and wrote a famous piece of writing that has been handed down from generation to generation - "Linhe Preface"!"

"Among those who traveled with him, there were many martial arts masters. After Senior Shen Yi Shao wrote "Linhe Xu", he had an epiphany and created the very special 'Moyun Martial Arts'."

"Ordinary warriors first cultivate their physique, transforming their bones and muscles, and strengthening their marrow. However, the martial arts of Shujiantang first cultivate internal energy, and use internal energy to temper the skin, flesh, tendons and bones."

When mentioning this, Mei Zhenyu's eyes were full of admiration, and he 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 three-quarters of the wood, just like a knife or an axe!"

Chen Tang suddenly realized.

I walked to the desk and took a closer look, and it was indeed true.

The words on the white paper have seeped into the desk, as if they had taken root, so the wind cannot blow them away.

Of course, the handwriting on the white paper is far from being so profound.

It must have been left behind by a disciple of Shujian Hall.

Chen Tang glanced at it and couldn't help but exclaimed softly, and subconsciously read out loud: "In the ninth year of Yonghe, the year of Guichou, at the beginning of late spring, we met at the Lanting Pavilion in Shanyin, Kuaiji..."

"Is this Linhe Xu?"

Chen Tang asked, tilting his head.

"good."

Mei Zhenyu nodded.

Chen Tang began to murmur in his heart.

He is very familiar with this "Linhe Preface"!
I don’t know how many times I memorized the entire Chinese textbook back then, but after all these years, I can still remember the general idea.

This is the wonder of the world: some things and some people seem to have similarities with each other in previous lives.

But if you look closely, there are quite a few differences, as if they were parallel worlds.

Chen Tang continued reading, and after reading just two lines, he felt a slight stinging in his eyes.

"eccentric."

Chen Tang immediately started to meditate and sense the words on the white paper.

These words were originally motionless.

But under the perception of meditation, these words seemed to come alive, turning into different little figures, performing different sword moves, and stabbing towards Chen Tang!

Among them, the first character "永" has the most changes and the strongest sword energy!
It turned out to be the case.

No wonder his eyes felt stinging.

The author uses calligraphy to gain enlightenment, and the essence of swordsmanship has been integrated into every word.

He watched intently and was naturally affected.

Chen Tang came out of the divine state, and suddenly he felt a desire to try his skills.

On the one hand, it was the charm revealed in the handwriting that aroused his competitive spirit.

On the other hand, it was the memory from the past life that was causing trouble. He wanted to finish writing the unfinished "Linhe Preface" to see how much he could remember. In a state of excitement, Chen Tang picked up the brush beside him.

He hasn't practiced calligraphy much, but he knows how to hold the brush.

Chen Tang continued writing based on what the author had not finished.

"A husband and wife live together for a lifetime, and may take it from their bosom... The ancients said: Life and death are also great, how can it not be painful!"

"Every time I take in the inspirations of the ancients, I feel as if I have merged them into one..."

I don't know how to write this character, so I used pinyin instead. I haven't written for a long time, so it's inevitable that I feel a little rusty.

"Those who read it later will also be moved by this article."

Chen Tang wrote haltingly, with some typos and sentences that weren't quite fluent, but it was a long and fluent piece, and he finally wrote it down according to his memory.

After finishing writing, Chen Tang felt all the emotions in his heart were released, and he felt completely refreshed and happy!
He gently picked up the white paper, compared it from top to bottom, nodded repeatedly, and was very satisfied.

Mei Zhenyu was watching from the side, stunned and shocked.

When he saw Chen Tang eager to try and rolling up his sleeves, he thought Chen Tang was some hidden master of calligraphy.

After all, Chen Tang had already given him quite a shock a few days ago.

But when he looked over with great expectation, he saw only the half-written article by Chen Tang. The handwriting was so sloppy that it looked like ghost scribbles. The writing was so crazy and insane that it was impossible to make any sense!
Even if the king of heaven came, he probably wouldn't be able to recognize what the words are.

Being able to write to this level is truly "shocking".

Seeing her senior brother's expression, Zhu Lingxue became curious and leaned over to take a look.

This sight made her jaw almost drop to the ground.

"Brother Chen, are you painting?"

Zhu Lingxue asked blankly.

"You do not understand!"

Chen Tang snorted, put it in front of A Li, and asked, "A Li, come and take a look at my handwriting, what do you think?"

Ali took a look and turned his head away.

Chen Tang: “…”

"Brother Chen, let's go, someone is coming."

Mei Zhenyu quickly reminded.

Outside the yard, there were footsteps and a few chuckles.

Chen Tang was so immersed in writing that he didn't notice it.

When he put down the paper, pen and ink and was about to leave the desk, a figure flashed at the gate of the yard and someone walked in.

The man who came was very young, not even twenty years old, with a dignified appearance, dressed in a plain Confucian robe. He looked gentle and elegant, with an air of bookishness, yet also a hint of sharpness.

The young man in Confucian robe walked into the courtyard and looked around first. Seeing nothing unusual, his eyes fell on Chen Tang and the other three.

"Forehead……"

Chen Tang felt like he had done something bad and was caught red-handed, and he felt a little guilty.

The young man in the Confucian robe looked at the white paper on the desk. When he saw the words written on the back, his expression suddenly became extremely excited. He seemed to want to laugh, but felt something was wrong.

It seems unnecessary to be angry.

After enduring for a long time, he finally shook his head helplessly.

"My name is Shen Zhiyuan, what are your names?"

The young man in Confucian robes asked with a bow.

"So you are the 'Sword Hidden Scholar'. I am Mei Zhenyu from the Plum Blossom Sword School. I have long heard of your great name."

Mei Zhenyu returned the greeting and introduced them one by one: "This is my junior sister Zhu Lingxue, this is brother Chen Tang, and that is his cousin Miss A Li."

"So you are Qingmei Swordsman, I have heard of you for a long time."

Shen Zhiyuan nodded and smiled. Although he was young, he already had some bearing.

"Who wrote the words behind this?"

Shen Zhiyuan asked with a smile.

(End of this chapter)