Dao Fruit

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

After she left, she saw a figure climbing over the wall and touching the corner of the courtyard with familiarity. This person also took a stack of paper, but there was no ink on the paper.

After identifying the place, the man picked up the paper full of words on the ground, put down the white paper in his hand, stood up, and left the hospital.

After a while, Rong Niang came back. She was not surprised when she saw the new stack of paper. She bent down to pick it up and took it back to the study room.

This situation 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 to no avail. It wasn't until Qiu Yan enlightened her that she gave up.

In Rong Niang's opinion, the paper used by her cousin to practice calligraphy was a big waste. Since someone was willing to use new paper in exchange for the waste paper filled with words, it was a good deal. After thinking about this, she would not If you continue to persist in exploring, if you break the casserole and get to the bottom of the matter and the other party does not come to change, you will lose more than you gain.

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 looked happy.

"What a word! What a word!"

Looking at the beaming Zhang Zhen, the man who had just climbed over the wall and brought these pieces of paper looked puzzled: "Master, is this Qiu Yan's calligraphy really that good? I just took a look at it twice, that is, I just think it’s more comfortable to look at.”

Zhang Zhen couldn't help but smile after hearing this: "Even a person like you, who doesn't know a few words, can feel comfortable after reading these words. What do you think it would be like if it fell into the eyes of an expert? "

He was obviously in a good mood. As he spoke, he spread out a few paintings of calligraphy in his hand on the table, pointed at one of them and said: "These characters, in terms of shape alone, are well-crafted and strong, but in terms of rhyme, they have a unique style." The great momentum, not looking for surprises, not looking for danger, being impartial and impartial, and never doing anything wrong is exactly what Confucianism pursues in calligraphy! Confucianism emphasizes the use of words to convey the Tao, and this kind of momentum is what Qiu Yan said two years ago. His handwriting can only be described as correct, but after two years, he has become quite impressive and has the potential to become a famous person."

"Really so powerful?" The man was shocked. He knew his young master's vision very well. The famous calligraphers mentioned by his master were all masters of calligraphy. They didn't dare to say that a word was worth a fortune, but at least they could sell it for less. He has little money, and in the eyes of men, Qiu Yan is still young, but he didn't expect that he would be praised so much by his own young master.

Zhang Zhen shook his head again at this time: "Qiu Yan's calligraphy actually has the flavor of his own family. If his fame was not so great and was limited to Qingchang County, I am afraid he would have been promoted as a master of calligraphy long ago. At least the rising stars in Daofu and Guanzhong are not as good as Qiu Yan in terms of calligraphy. It is a pity that these words are still trapped by their names. "

When the man heard this, he had a flash of inspiration: "I see, no wonder Master, you asked me to collect these posts about Qiu Sheng's calligraphy practice. It will be later..."

"Not bad!" Zhang Zhen nodded, "Qiu Yan is erudite and has a reputation as a virtuous man. He is sure to win this Taoist test. In Qiu Wei in a few months, it will not be a problem. His reputation will spread by then. Of course, my writing will also improve, and I can be considered a hoarder.”

"My nephew is indeed the elite of this generation of the Zhang family. His insights are truly admirable."

While the two were talking, a voice suddenly came from outside the door, and a thin man walked in. This man had a beard and a gleam in his eyes, giving people a shrewd look.

Zhang Zhen's face changed slightly when he saw it. Then he kept his expression as usual and stepped forward to salute: "It turns out that Uncle Sun has woken up. You were tired from riding the horse yesterday, so you should rest a little longer."

The thin man waved his hand: "I have a hard life and can't sleep well. I came here this time to greet Mr. Qiu for the magistrate. It would be better to visit him early. However, I was outside just now and heard you talking about Mr. Qiu. Sheng’s handwriting is pretty good, could it be convenient for me to take a look at it?”

"This... of course it's no problem." Zhang Zhen raised his eyebrows and looked at the servant by the door with reproach in his eyes.

At this time, the thin man had arrived at the table, glanced at the words, and his eyes immediately lit up. Then he bent down and looked at it carefully. When he raised his head again, he happened to see Zhang Zhen's reproachful eyes on the servant. , suddenly laughed: "Xiannie, don't worry, I won't steal it from you this time. I have been looking for that painting by the former Wang Daozhi for too long, and I was itching for a while, but now, this Qiu Sheng is in the city, why should I just come and ask for one?"

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

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and 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 there is an imperial edict! Many people ran to the street and wanted to see it!"

"What!?"

Before Zhang Zhen responded, the thin man next to him called out: "Who is the imperial edict for?"

"Who else could it be?" The big man who reported the news glanced at Zhang Zhen and replied, "It's not the old prime minister from the north of the city."

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

"Huh? What's going on? It's always quiet in the north of the city. Why are there so many people here so early this morning?"

With doubt, he walked forward a few steps and saw that the gate of the Ma family was surrounded by several soldiers. There were several tall horses standing by the gate, and there were several shouts coming from the yard.

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

"Imperial edict? It seems that after two years, the new emperor finally remembered the old prime minister he abandoned. However, from now on, the peace of Qingchang County is probably coming to an end."

Qiu Yan was still thinking, and suddenly, the skin on the back of his neck suddenly felt cold, and then he felt a warning.

"Huh? There is murderous intent!"

After two years of precipitation, he had already mastered and consolidated the realm of life cultivation of refining two souls. As long as someone looked at him and had a thought in his heart, he would have a sense of qi.

Following the sense, Qiu Yan turned his head and looked over the layers of people and fell on a corner of the street.

There, a man stood quietly, holding a long sword in his hand. The whole person exuded a lonely and cold aura, and the people around him avoided him from a distance.

Noticing Qiu Yan's gaze, the man suddenly raised his hand, wrote two words in the air, then raised his mouth, smiled, turned around, walked away slowly.

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

"Who is this person? He just wrote in the air, and wrote the two words 'Shang Ling'. Could it be related to Shang Ling Dao? Shang Ling Dao finally came?"