Dao fruit.

Not long after Qiu Yan left, Rong Niang walked out of the study with a few sheets of paper full of words, went to a corner of the yard, put down the stack of papers, and then left.

After she left, she saw a figure come over the wall, and touched the corner of the courtyard familiarly. This person also took a stack of paper, but there was no ink on the paper.

After identifying the place, the person picked up the paper that was written all over the floor, put down the clean white paper in his hand, then jumped up, turned over and left the hospital.

After a while, Rong Niang came back again, she was not surprised to see this new stack of papers, bent down to pick it up, and took it back to the study.

This kind of scene has been repeated for some time, and it has happened frequently in the past two or three months.

At the beginning, Rong Niang was still standing by, trying to figure out the reason, but she hadn't gained anything until she was enlightened by Qiu Yan, and then she gave up.

From Rongniang's point of view, the paper used by her cousin to practice calligraphy is not a small waste. Since someone is willing to exchange new paper for the waste paper full of words, it is worth it. After thinking about this, she will not No matter how persistent you are in exploring, if you break the casserole and ask the end, causing the other party not to come and exchange, the gain will outweigh the loss.

At the same time, in a house in the east of the city, Zhang Zhen looked at the few words he just got in his hand, and his face showed joy.

"Good words! Good words!"

Looking at Zhang Zhen who was beaming with joy, the man who had just climbed over the wall and brought these papers showed doubts on his face: "Master, is Qiu Yan's handwriting really that good? It just feels more comfortable.”

Zhang Zhen couldn't help laughing after hearing this: "Even you, who can't read a few words, can feel at ease after reading these words, you said if you fall into the eyes of an expert, what evaluation should you get? "

He was obviously in the right mood, and while he was talking, he spread out a few pieces of writing in his hand on the table, pointed to one of them and said: "These writings, in terms of form alone, are well-crafted, and in terms of rhyme, they have a kind of charm." Great momentum, not seeking novelty, not seeking danger, impartiality, no fault, is exactly the way of calligraphy pursued by Confucianism! Confucianism pays attention to expressing Tao with words, so it must have this kind of momentum, which Qiu Yan said two years ago The writing can only be said to be correct, but after two years, it has become quite impressive and has the signs of a famous artist."

"Really so powerful?" The man was taken aback. He was very aware of his young master's eyesight. The famous masters in this master's mouth are all masters of calligraphy. He dare not say a single word is worth a fortune, but at least he can sell it if he takes it out. Little silver, but in the eyes of the man, Qiu Yan is still young, but he did not expect to be so praised by his young master.

Zhang Zhen shook his head again at this time: "Qiu Yan's handwriting actually has the taste of his own family. If it weren't for his little reputation and limited to Qingchang County, he might have been promoted as a master of calligraphy long ago. At least those rising stars in Daofu and Guanzhong are inferior to Qiu Yan in terms of characters alone, but unfortunately these characters are still trapped by their names."

Hearing this, the man had a flash of inspiration: "So that's the case. No wonder you asked me to collect this post about Qiu Sheng's handwriting practice. After that..."

"That's right!" Zhang Zhen nodded, "Qiu Yan is knowledgeable and well-known. This time he won the Daoist test, and Qiu Wei in a few months' time will probably be no problem. His reputation will spread by then. , Of course, the words written will also rise, and I can be regarded as hoarding rare goods."

"My nephew is worthy of being an elite of the Zhang family's generation. This opinion is really admirable."

While the two were talking, a voice suddenly came from outside the door, and a thin man came in. This man had a beard and his eyes shone brightly, giving people a sense of shrewdness.

Seeing Zhang Zhen, his complexion changed slightly, followed by his usual complexion, and he stepped forward to salute, "It turns out that Uncle Sun has woken up. You were tired on the pommel horse yesterday, and you should rest for a while."

The skinny man waved his hand: "I'm working hard and I can't sleep well. I came this time to greet Qiu Sheng on behalf of the magistrate. It's better to visit him earlier. However, I was outside just now and heard you talk about Qiu Sheng. The calligraphy is not bad, I wonder if it is convenient for me to read it?"

"This... This is naturally no problem." Zhang Zhen raised his eyebrows and looked at the servant by the door with reproach in his eyes.

At this time, the skinny man had arrived at the table, looked at the words, his eyes immediately lit up, then bent down, looked carefully, and when he raised his head again, he just saw Zhang Zhen's scolding gaze , suddenly laughed: "Nephew, don't worry, I won't snatch it from you this time. I have been looking for the painting of Wang Daozhi from the previous dynasty for a long time, and I felt itchy for a while, but now, this Qiu Sheng is in the city, why should I look far away? Just come and ask for a picture!"

After hearing this, Zhang Zhen heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Uncle Sun misunderstood, how can my nephew have such thoughts..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door. A big man rushed in. When he saw Zhang Zhen, he said directly, "Master! Something big happened in the city!"

"What's the big deal?"

"I heard that the imperial decree came! Many people ran to the street, wanting to see it!"

"what!?"

Before Zhang Zhen could respond, the thin man next to him called out, "Who is the imperial decree for?"

"Who else can it be?" The big man who reported the letter glanced at Zhang Zhen and replied, "It's not the old Xiangguo in the north of the city."

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As soon as Qiu Yan walked outside the Ma's courtyard, he saw dense crowds in the surrounding streets.

"Huh? What's going on, the north of the city is always quiet, why are there so many people here so early in the morning?"

Confused, he took a few steps forward, and saw that the gate of Ma's courtyard was tightly surrounded by several soldiers. There were still several tall horses standing beside the gate, and there were several shouts from inside the courtyard.

After a little inquiring, Qiu Yan understood the reason for the scene in front of him.

"Imperial decree? It seems that after two years, the new emperor finally remembered the old man he abandoned. However, from now on, the peace in Qingchang County may come to an end."

Qiu Yan was still thinking about it, but unexpectedly, the skin on the back of his neck felt cold, and then he felt a warning sign in his heart.

"Huh? Killing intent!"

After two years of precipitation, he has already grasped and consolidated the cultivation realm of refining the two souls. As long as someone looks at him and thinks about it, he will have a sense of energy.

Turning his head according to the induction, Qiu Yan's gaze crossed layers of crowds and landed on a corner of the street.

There, a man stood quietly, holding a long sword in his hand, exuding aloof and cold aura, and everyone around him kept away from him.

Noticing Qiu Yan's gaze, the man suddenly raised his hand, swiped in the air, and wrote two words, then the corner of his mouth curled up, showing a smile, then turned around and walked away slowly.

Qiu Yan shrank his pupils, frowned, pondered for a moment, and followed.

"Who is this person? He was writing in the air just now, and what he wrote was the word 'Shang Ling'. Could it be related to Shang Lingdao? After all, Shang Lingdao was found?"