Taoist temple in the mountains

Chapter 297 Your tea is delicious
"In the final analysis, I still don't understand." Hu Sheng said regretfully, looking at the sky and said regretfully, "I originally wanted that little Taoist to know that there are people beyond the human world, and there is a sky beyond the sky. Shake it."

The side was silent all the time, and the driver who was in charge of driving just now said silently.

"Boss, not everyone can understand you"

Hu Sheng patted the driver on the shoulder, shook his head and said.

"Xiao Fang, you don't understand. In this world, there are always a small number of talented and talented people. The Taoist leader is a talented and talented person. It is the most regrettable thing to waste this talent and talent. .”

The driver Xiaofang was dumb for a while, and stopped talking. He couldn't understand Hu Sheng's thoughts of being overwhelmed, and then hesitated: "I'm sorry, boss, I only know that my wife and children are hot on the bed, and I can drink and chat with friends every day after get off work. Just chat and you can have a perfect day.”

Hu Sheng didn't speak, but came to the backyard, looked at the smooth stone wall of the back mountain, and said: "How should I put it, even if I walk alone, it doesn't matter, there is no friend who can communicate with the soul, no one can Talk to me on an equal footing, I really want to go back to my student days, at least in those years, I can still have a few friends."

At this time, Hu Sheng closed his eyes and recalled the past. It was the university days, everyone was full of spirits and scolded Fang Qiu, just like his classmates when they were young.

There is no so-called talent, no fame and fortune, only brothers who sleep on the top bunk.

"Everything can't come back. Even if I can come back, my time is running out."

Driver Xiao Fang didn't speak, but just quietly listened to Hu Sheng's words.

"I'm thinking, if I can take in an apprentice and give him the title of [Guao Calligrapher], will I be free? Will I be able to get rid of this indifferent thought? I don't know. I know."

At this moment, Hu Xiaobing and Li Yun also came to the backyard.

The white Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, looking at the bare stone wall together with Hu Sheng.

"Thank you layman for your hospitality." Li Yun said.

"Haha, if you really want to thank you, just be my apprentice." Hu Sheng said half-jokingly.

"Layman, your interest is really high, but Pindao said just now that Pindao has only one master." Li Yun paused, and then said: "Besides, your handwriting is not good."

My handwriting is not good?
Hu Sheng was stunned, Hu Xiaobing was stunned, and Xiao Fang was also stunned.

No one has ever said that his handwriting is not good.

"Little Taoist priest, you can eat things indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense." Hu Xiaobing couldn't help but said: "My grandfather's handwriting may not be the most perfect in the world, but if you can't say it, it's a bit louder."

Hu Sheng didn't speak, and his attitude was exactly the same as Hu Xiaobing's. This word may not be perfect, but it is definitely second to none.

"Among my many achievements, my favorite is calligraphy and painting and collection. In this regard, the old man, I have never given up." Hu Sheng shook his head. But he was a little angry when he said something bad. He obviously wanted to accept you as his apprentice because he admired you, but your attitude was not interesting enough, and he said immediately: "Then the little Daoist, have you seen the so-called [ Okay? Can you open my eyes to the old man?"

"Getting calligraphy, cultivating body and mind. Calligraphy expresses people. Layman, your words express aloofness, but this aloofness is only the meaning expressed in the poem itself. Behind the calligraphy, what is hidden is a lonely old man. the face, and the pain I left for myself." Li Yun didn't care about Hu Sheng's burning eyes, and smiled slightly: "So, layman's writing is not good, there is no such thing as aloofness, there is no such thing as being overwhelmed by a high place. , the rest is only indescribable pain.”

Li Yun pointed to the words hanging on the top in the living room——

Immortal Linjiang, rolling the Yangtze River to the east, the authentic work of Mr. Hu Sheng, the arrogance contained in it gushes out. However, under this arrogance, there is an awkward loneliness-yes, Li Yun is just guessing of.

"Did you see it?" Hu Sheng smiled wryly.

Li Yun smiled indifferently on his face, but he already knew it in his heart.
"Then Master Xiaodao, what kind of calligraphy do you think is good calligraphy? Can you open the eyes of an old man like me." Hu Sheng was not angry when he was punctured, but instead asked Li Yun.

"The poor way's calligraphy may be able to stand on the stage, at least, it is better than the layman's calligraphy." Li Yun said confidently.

Fearing that the air would suddenly be quiet, Hu Xiaobing was stunned, and now she just wanted to say that famous line, and she had never seen such a brazen person.
As the saying goes, there is no one who is the first in literature and no second in martial arts, let alone a junior who dares to shout in front of a real master.
"I've never seen this before." Hu Xiaobing couldn't help it.

However, Hu Sheng was not angry, and instead said: "The quality of a work cannot be described by whether it is famous or not."

Hu Xiaobing was dumbfounded for a while. Indeed, many of the paintings in the room were works of unknown people, and even many of them were still studying at school, but Hu Sheng still put their works together with those of the so-called masters. A kind of appreciation, a kind of recognition.

"However, the words written by the little Taoist on the yellow paper are not as good as the old man, do you have any real skills that you haven't shown?" Hu Sheng said with a smile, but he felt that Li Yun was indeed a little anxious. Not really chic
From the rebirth spell on the yellow paper, it can be seen that Li Yun's calligraphy skills are at best a beginner, and he is still a very unfamiliar kind of beginner.

A good character is one that has form and spirit.

"Layman, your tea is delicious. For the sake of this tea, I will tell you." Li Yun looked at the bare mountain wall in front of him gently and smiled: "The so-called calligraphy is the same as life." , being too rigid about one point is the real stupidity.”

"Wait, when did you bring it in!" Hu Xiaobing was about to say something when he saw a sword protruding from Li Yun's right hand.

The three-foot green front is exceptionally sharp, and the reflection of the sun can almost blind people's eyes
Xiao Fang was immediately vigilant, looking at Li Yun who was holding a murder weapon in front of him, he protected Hu Xiaobing and Hu Sheng in one step.

Hu Sheng was also taken aback. They came here together by car just now, and they have never seen a sword in their hands. Where is the sword hidden?
"Little Daoist, what do you mean?"

Li Yun smiled slightly, looked at the chopping heart in his hand, poured the remaining tea on it, and looked at the bare mountain wall in front of him.

"The pen of the poor, the paper of the poor, the ink of the poor."

Use tea as ink and mountains as paper.
With the sword as the pen——

(End of this chapter)