Reborn Primitive Age

Chapter 1472 Shang Xie
Hairpin Xiaokai is a kind of regular script, famous for its softness and beauty, it is said that it was created by a strange woman, Mrs. Wei.

Mrs. Wei, whose real name is Wei Shuo, styled Maoyi.

His family has practiced calligraphy for generations. The ancestor of the family, Wei Guan, is good at writing wild cursive, known as "excellent"; his father, Wei Heng, is also good at calligraphy, and he is the author of "Si Ti Shu Shi".Mrs. Wei was taught calligraphy by both of them since she was a child, and she was already famous when she was young.Later, he learned from Zhong Yao, a famous regular script master, and after years of practice, he finally merged the brushwork of Zhong Yao, Wei Guan, and Wei Heng into one furnace to create Hairpin Xiaokai.

Hairpin lowercase regular script has delicate lines and graceful characters. As soon as it was born, it attracted women from all over the world to study.

In his book "Bi Zhen Tu", it is said: Horizontal clouds are like thousands of miles, dots are like rocks of high mountains, corners are like the horns of rhinoceros and elephants, vertical like dry vines, like crumbling waves and thunder, and nurturing like a hundred. Jun crossbow hair, hook like a crossbow tendon knot.Later generations also called it "Wei Sheng", the first female saint since ancient times.

Seeing that Yan Shu liked it, Gong Liang planned to buy it, and asked, "How much is this calligraphy?"

"It's not expensive, that's all." The old man stretched out a finger.

"A piece of Sky Crystal is indeed not expensive." Gong Liang nodded.

"One piece, one thousand." The old man said angrily.

"There are so many, it's too expensive. Look at how many words there are on that paper, and besides, this poem is not very good. How dare you sell it for a thousand Heaven Crystals, and you are not afraid of losing your heart?" Gong Liang said contemptuously.

"It's not that good, you're good enough to write a poem and have a look." The old man blushed with anger.

"I can't write, but any poem I can read is better than this one."

"Read it, read it, if you can't read it well, I will let you know how good it is today." The old man was about to die of anger.

"Okay then, I'll read it to you, listen carefully, 'Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river island. My fair lady, a gentleman is fond of it. There are different kinds of water lilies, flow from left to right. My fair lady, I wish for it. I can't ask for it. , Sleeping and thinking about clothes. Leisurely and leisurely, tossing and turning. Staggered watermelon vegetables, pick them left and right. My fair lady, harp friends. Scattered watermelon vegetables, left and right pick them. My fair lady, bells and drums.'”

Gong Liang finished reading the poem shaking his head, and asked the old man, "How is it? My poem is not worse than this one, is it?"

The old man didn't expect him to do this, and said angrily, "What's the point of reciting the poems of the ancients?"

"Since I don't accept it, then I will read another poem that is not from the ancients, and listen well. "Shangxie, I want to know each other with you, and my life will never end. There are no hills in the mountains, and the rivers are exhausted. Thunder in winter shakes, rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth unite , I dare to break with you.'" After reading, Gong Liang looked at the old man with mocking eyes and said, "How about it, the poem I read is comparable to this one, right?"

This Shangxie belongs to the Yuefu song of the Han Dynasty, and it is an ancient woman's vow of loyalty and love.

The poem expresses his rock-like firm belief, flame-like emotion and unswerving love in life and death with five impossible things: mountains without tombs, rivers running dry, thunderstorms in winter, rain and snow in summer, and harmony between heaven and earth.The whole poem is novel and bold, affectionate and imaginative, bold and unconstrained, and touching. It has always been known as "the magic product in short chapters".

When Gongliang was in Zu Xing, he had never heard of the Han Dynasty when he traveled across the entire Eastern Continent, and there should be no such dynasty on the Heavenly Realm.So this Han Dynasty Yuefu poem must have never been born, and it is just right to scare the old people.

The old man's lips trembled, he wanted to say yes, but he couldn't save himself; he wanted to say no, but he couldn't match his conscience, so he was in a dilemma.

"Your recitation is indeed better than the poem on this calligraphy. I don't know who wrote it?"

Suddenly, a crisp sound resounded through the shop.Gong Liang turned his head, and saw a woman in a moon-white Confucian uniform standing at the door, walking slowly into the shop.Seeing that Gongliang didn't respond, he said again: "Excuse me, who wrote that poem just now?"

"Feel sorry."

Hearing her words, Gong Liang regained his composure, bowed his hands and apologized, and said: "This poem is a Yuefu folk song, I heard it by accident, and I don't know who wrote it."

The woman frowned slightly and said, "It's a pity."

He raised his eyes and glanced at Yanshu who was indulging in the artistic conception of calligraphy, and said: "It's rare to hear such a beautiful poem, so I'll give you this calligraphy."

Gongliang didn't expect such a good thing, so he couldn't help but look at the old man.The old man waved his hand and said: "She will give it away as she says, take it away and take it away."

"Thank you." Hearing what he said, he is a bastard. Hearing what he said, Gong Liang hurriedly stepped forward to put away the scroll, and then pulled Yan Shu, who was still indulging in the artistic conception of calligraphy, and called Jing Shu and others to leave, lest the old man regret it .

You know, a thousand sky crystals is a lot of money.

"Three days later, the academy will open a forum to give lectures. You might as well take this little girl to listen. I believe you will gain something."

As soon as Gongliang walked to the door, he heard a woman's voice from behind, he quickly turned around and thanked him, and then continued to lead Jingshu and the others away.

When they were far away, the old man asked the woman, "Why are you back, isn't the school busy?"

"It's someone else who is busy, and I'm not busy." The woman said arrogantly, walked to the counter, skillfully took out pens, ink, paper and inkstones from various places and placed them on the table, and wrote down the poem that Gong Liangnian just wrote.Gently blowing dry the ink, looking at the poem written in small letters with hairpin flowers on it, sighed: "What a beautiful poem!"

"That's right. It's been a long time since I've seen someone write such a good poem." The old man nodded in agreement.

"I don't know who did it?"

"Anyway, it wasn't written by me and other celestial beings. If it had been, it would have been spread all over the celestial world."

"What a beautiful poem!"

In the inn, Jing Shu looked at the poem with wet ink and praised it from the bottom of her heart.Yushu's eyes sparkled, she looked up at Gongliang and asked expectantly, "My lord, did you write this poem?"

What girl doesn't want the guy she likes to be a talented guy.

"How can I have such talent, I have heard it before."

Gongliang couldn't laugh or cry, since he was reborn, he rarely used things from his previous life.I used to write books for the sake of burning incense, but they were full of weird content. Everyone treated them as legends and didn't care.

I didn't expect that after reading a poem today, the sequelae would be so serious.

Yuan Gun Gun and Mi Gu also craned their necks to look at the poem written by Jing Shu, but unfortunately both of them had lumps of elm, so they didn't understand what was said in it, whether they read it or not.Xiao Xiangxiang seemed to understand a little bit, poked out her cute little head from the panda fur on her round head, looked at Gongliang, her eyes flickered, she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Oh"

When Yushu heard his words, the light in her eyes disappeared instantly.

Yan Shu, who had been indulging in the artistic conception of calligraphy, was disturbed by their voices. She woke up and found that she was in the inn. She was not surprised. She was clearly still in the shop just now, so how could she be in the inn in a blink of an eye?Hey, my sister seemed to be looking at something, so she couldn't help but stepped forward to take a look, and the poems of Shangxie came into view.

Suddenly, illusions abound.

The sky and the earth are dark, the thunder is roaring, the mountains are shaking, and the river is surging.

A woman stood on the top of the plateau, facing the sky, and said sonorously: "Shangxie, I want to know you and live forever. There are no hills in the mountains, and the rivers are exhausted. Thunder in winter shakes, rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth unite , but dare to break with the king."

Fiery emotions, firm beliefs, and unswerving love, every word and every sentence, stirs in Yanshu's heart all the time, and the artistic conception of the words that she just comprehended gushes out, shaking her brain.

The beautiful poems and wonderful words that were imprinted in the Palace of Literature in the past all shined brightly, fluttering and spinning in the Palace of Literature like fireflies.

Every time it rotates, the Wen Palace will be thicker and higher.

After a while, all kinds of visions calmed down, and Yan Shu's realm also rose to a level unconsciously, her literary spirit greatly increased.The whole person looks like a Confucian scholar who is well-educated and talented, full of the aroma of books.Smell it, and the wisdom will be wide open.

(End of this chapter)