[Sword Three] [Hua Yang] like rhyme

In late spring and April, the snow remains on the cold mountain.

In the late spring of another year, the Valley of Flowers is a scene of tea leaves and fallen flowers outside the thousand-zhang rock wall, but here the flowers are invincible and new every day, and the springs and waterfalls flow from the cliffs to the bottom of the valley, and the sound of water is endless.

It was a drizzle day, and the branches were green after being washed. A young disciple in the school walked cheerfully past the low shrubs soaked in rain, and the belt tied on the cuff instantly brought a string of water drops.

Disciple Wanhua was in the dark, walking among the flowers or greenery was rather eye-catching, and this little man had already run several times from the back house to the front room, and he never got tired of going back and forth, even if it was foggy and rainy, he still attracted a lot of attention.

"Senior brother Yan, my junior uncle told you to hurry over, he is waiting for you in the tea garden."

"Brother, brother, you will be angry if you don't go to the little uncle again."

"Little uncle is really going to be angry, brother?"

"...Uh...Senior Brother Yan..."

The little junior came back for the last time and hesitated to speak. He stood in front of the half-closed wooden door and looked in, called out and then fell silent.

"What's the matter, little uncle wants to eat me?" A non-painful rhetorical question came from inside, accompanied by the sound of running water from the hanging wall waterfall, seemingly carelessly.

"I didn't eat you, but arrested you for questioning." The little disciple muttered and ran out quickly.

Immediately after the wooden door opened, a man with thousands of flowers rushed in murderously holding a bundle of scrolls, looking around for the figure behind the curtain, his delicate facial features were all distorted in anger, and he threw all the five or six calligraphy and paintings on the ground in two or three steps. He stepped forward, knocked on the table and said angrily: "I entrusted you and my senior brother to write a gift letter, and you promised to give me these things now? It's a pity that I still believed it, so I gave it to the fairy in Huashan directly without verification. Are you treating me like this to your uncle?"

The person being questioned leaned over the desk to write, tall and straight, with slender shoulders and a slow belt, black sleeves and long hanging hair that almost blended with the strong strokes on the paper. Uncle's somewhat similar, younger Yaran face asked strangely, "What's wrong with the gift?"

The little uncle was about the same age as him, and it was rare for him to put on airs when he was arguing together. Now that he was in a hurry, he naturally lost his face. He unrolled a roll and handed it under the tip of his nose: "Look for yourself!"

I saw the bottom paper was white, with only the word "Yong" written on the upper right corner, although it was written in a relaxed, graceful and elegant way, it was impossible to send it off.

Seeing his nephew suddenly change color, the little uncle became even more angry, and opened another scroll.

This time it is a graffiti, tomorrow is hanging high, weeds are dotted, and the rest are indistinguishable.

Open another volume, it is a goat who rolled his eyes and gnawed grass.

There is another volume, the fireworks-colored sea of ​​​​extravagant speeches.

"I, I took it wrong. These are things that the brothers and sisters are playing around with." Martial nephew Yan made an awkward smile, stopped him from opening, quickly pressed down his turned up sleeve, and pointed to the side Three or five volumes in a porcelain bucket.

"Playing around? Yan Hua, you're trying to make fun of me!" The little brother slapped the table again, causing most of the hair tied on his shoulders to loosen. Qun Chunyang all laughed out loud, what do you think should be done?"

Seeing that the uncle couldn't bear such a big humiliation, Yan Hua felt apologetic, pressed the center of his eyebrows, took it out and showed it in front of him: "I'm sorry, uncle, I really took it wrong. You can take these to make up for it ?”

The little uncle lowered his head suspiciously, and saw that his knuckle fingers were unraveling the scrolls and strings one by one, and most of the inscriptions and congratulatory poems revealed were neatly written and beautifully spoken.Different from the vigorous and vigorous handwriting, there is a four-line poem written in a particularly elegant and free manner, and it goes without saying that it was written by this nephew.

The little uncle's sullen face finally relaxed, but he still opened his mouth angrily: "I told you to go to the tea garden, why didn't you go? If you get into trouble, you have to explain to your face and make amends."

"...Busy." Yan Hua smiled, and retreated instinctively, obviously unwilling to go with him, "Uncle Master, explain for me, I will ask you to get a good Xuancheng tribute paper with three swords later."

"You..." Little Martial Uncle glared at him, then glanced at the plaster stained on his cuff, "Why did you make such a big mistake?"

He intended to scold him and let it go, took up the scroll again and wanted to leave first, but turned around and saw figures behind the gauze curtain on the terrace, he was startled and immediately stopped, the curtain happened to be blown open by the wind, revealing an unfinished clay sculpture of a figure .

This one looks like an elongated crown with a broad belt, blurred facial features, and two lumps of fresh mud on the cheeks, which shows that the sculptor is still hesitating about the appearance of this person.

Su Shou Qingyan is a disaster, vividly.

The tense atmosphere froze in an instant, the little uncle threw off his clothes and strode forward, but was blocked by Yan Hua first, and immediately became furious: "Who allowed you to build a statue here privately?!"

Even though the uncle was handsome, his brows were furrowed at this moment and he showed a serious expression. Yan Hua looked at him with a serious look, and swept away the previous laziness and disrespect towards the junior uncle, and hurriedly said: "Junior uncle , Qingyan has no rules against statues..."

"Kang Xuezhu, that genius and lunatic, have you forgotten?!"

"It's been more than ten years..."

"100 years is not long enough!"

"How can you give up eating because of choking?" Yan Hua reluctantly refuted a reason.

The little uncle raised his eyebrows, and said solemnly: "Do you dare to tell your master and uncle?"

"This..." Yan Hua swayed, most of the masters who thought about Shumo were upright and upright, after a moment of daze, they finally gritted their teeth and said softly, "Uncle, nephew dare not."

"It's a shame that you don't dare!" The little uncle raised his hand and clenched his fist. When he landed, he poked his head with a finger, stared at the mud stains on his sleeves that he couldn't get clean for a while, and said, "You don't want to come out behind closed doors!" Just busy with this? Knowing it’s wrong, why would you take such a big offense?”

Uncles and nephews are close in age, and there is no distinction between seniority and inferiority for a long time. Even though the strings are tense at this moment, Yan Hua is poked like this, and he knows that the uncle intends to protect him. Finally he heaves a sigh of relief and confesses: "Uncle, I am not for others. Statues. I just practice calligraphy on a daily basis. Master taught us to follow strict laws and regulations. When practicing martial arts, my brothers and sisters are also serious. But calligraphy is like a person, and people make their characters. Practicing calligraphy is like standing up to a person. If you are not in the right way, you are worrying about it. If you are not restrained, you will be wild and uninhibited, and you will introduce evil spirits. It is too unfair. Last time I went out to see the statues of people, I thought that I prefer to practice calligraphy, and what it would be like to carve people, so I wanted to try Give it a try."

The little uncle's anger was mostly gone, and after hearing what he said, he couldn't really confess him, so he could only sigh coldly: "Try what? There are so many things in the world, don't you have to go to them all?" Tried."

"I want to come and go in and out of the rivers and lakes among the flowers, and the pen becomes the knife, and the knife becomes the pen. The stories written and the image carved by the carving knife really reflect the original heart. Field?" Yan Hua clasped his fists respectfully and whispered again, as if he was speaking for himself.

The little uncle was silent when he heard the words, the nephew was just confused about the way forward, there was nothing wrong with being careful and he was not possessed, the ink was sprinkled in Qin and Han Dynasties, and it was too early to talk about the truth.Then he hugged the scrolls firmly again, and persuaded him: "Don't be so stubborn, could it be that if you carve out a natural beauty, you can prove that you will follow the right way in the future? You are young and not as weak as the crown, so you should study hard. You will understand it when you have the experience.”

"Okay, Uncle Master." Yan Hua smiled at him, glanced at the clay sculpture by the window and thought about his facial features in a daze.

The little uncle shook his head, wanted to lift his foot to leave, thought for a while and took it back: "No way, your clay sculpture will have to be disposed of anyway, if your master finds out, I will be scolded accordingly."

"Uncle Master..." Yan Hua couldn't laugh anymore.

"Two days off, there is no need to discuss it." The little uncle finally made a little concession.

"Uncle, I'll follow you to the teahouse to make amends." Yan Hua stopped him.

"I want to discuss with your master." The little uncle avoided his pleading eyes, and hurried away holding the scroll, and as expected, he heard the footsteps of his nephew.

Yan Hua, who has always been able to skip class and never stays around, really went to the tea garden to wash his hands and apologize. The little uncle who was caught was not good at saying anything. Seeing his sincere words and correct attitude, he even accompanied the guests to sit and toast cups. Appreciating the lotus into the night, muttering a few words and letting him go temporarily.

Most of the venues for discussing scriptures and chanting poems and enjoying flowers dispersed, some disciples who were not strong enough to drink left the table early, and walked through the moonlight-dappled corridor in twos and threes.The back house is close to the waterfall and there are few people living in it. The pavilion where the clay sculptures are stored has become more and more deserted because of the owner’s departure. The half-finished figure is standing alone under the eaves outside the window. Some penetration.

A priest came staggering through the dark alley, his clothes and cuffs fluttered like shadows, he finally supported the wall to stand firm, and then stood in a daze in the beam of light piercing the alley entrance, his handsome face and messy forehead were revealed on his back, The dark and confused eyes stared at Gao Xuanmingyue with some doubts, a brand-new Taoist robe was rubbed gray somewhere, and the satin surface of the Taoist crown held in his hand was wrinkled all the way.

He wobbled and seemed about to fall down, the younger brother who followed him hurriedly supported him and said softly: "Senior brother, brother, it's not this way, it's the wrong way."

"Ah... what are you afraid of, and there is no one..." Seeing that he was neatly dressed, thin, and nervous, the Taoist priest laughed at him.

"It's bad if there are people. No matter how you look at it, this is the residence of disciple Wanhua. Isn't it good to just break in like this?" The junior brother looked around nervously, and then gave the senior brother another look, looking at the two lumps that were too red under the pale moonlight. The wine fainted and sighed.

"Is there anything good about it? Don't tell me that none of the disciples of Wanhua missed the house? Sanxing Mochiyue...they all look the same..." The Taoist priest pointed to the row of houses and walked around half a circle, then suddenly raised his forehead and frowned again. Leaning against the wall.

"Senior brother, how are you?" The younger brother was afraid that he would slump on the ground unconscious, so he shook him even more anxiously, "Senior brother, you should think of a way."

The Taoist frowned, and said vaguely, "Hmm... water."

"Where is the water?"

"...Ask Disciple Wanhua to borrow it."

"There's no one here, senior brother, let's find a way?" The junior reminded him nervously.

The Taoist priest looked around casually when he heard the words, his erratic eyes suddenly fixed in one place, and then he said happily: "There is someone!"

"where?"

The younger brother just asked the question, and only heard the sound of light work, the half-drunk and unabated brother leaped up the waterfall like a sword out of its sheath, and then found a balcony and turned in.

The younger brother was stunned for a moment, stunned for a while and quickly chased after him, opened the bead curtain and saw that his senior brother had found a basin of water and drank it all in one gulp, he rushed forward in two or three steps before he was able to catch the water he dropped casually Bo, breathed a sigh of relief, and complained: "Brother, you really, why did you drink up such a big jar of wine? Now you know how uncomfortable it is?"

The Taoist priest pulled the chair over and nestled in. After a while, he seemed to be getting better. He raised his fingers and tapped his forehead, saying: "The tea is served with tea, and the food and wine are served in portions. If you can't finish it, it's a waste. That peach blossom brew...is really different than my senior sister's plum blossom brew."

The junior brother set up the water bowl, looked at his more rounded chin, and said, "Hey, there are so many senior brothers and sisters, only senior brother Lin, you can eat and drink with peace of mind, if you go on like this for a few more years, you will catch up with Lingxuzi .”

"Great disrespect." Lin Daochang finally sobered up a little, and without thinking about it, he reprimanded him, and took another question, "How is it not good to have peace of mind? 'The best kindness is like water, and water benefits all things without fighting.' I cherish the hard-won things now. , which means following the way of heaven and letting nature take its course.”

The younger brother looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the curtains all around, and concluded that this is just a study room, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and said casually: "Brother, you should feel at ease, but you can't be careless about martial arts, the master asked me to urge you to come here."

"Urge what?"

"Practice the sword."

"..." Lin Daochang smiled, squinting his eyes and said, "Swords are divided into the swords of 'Emperor', 'Zhuxia', and 'Common People'. Since the founding of our sect by the founder Chunyangzi in the fourth year of Chang'an, not every disciple has You must be proficient in swordsmanship. Most of us in Zixu's sect are talented in 'killing evil', and I can 'ward off evil' in this peaceful and prosperous age. There are so many excellent brothers and sisters in helping justice..."

The younger brother finally couldn't listen anymore, and stood in front of him to block the light from the window lattice: "Bah, bah, tell Zixuzi to punish you, Lin Mingyu, to sweep the hall for a month and drink porridge for a month!"

After hearing this, Lin Daochang's blush faded a little, and he coughed in embarrassment: "Don't tell Master, Master." As he spoke, he slowly stood up from the chair and said, "It's getting late, why don't we Thank you Wanhua for the water, go find the inn?"

"Who is there?" The younger brother asked strangely.

"No, there was just now."

"No……"

The brothers and sisters looked at each other in bewilderment, and then fell silent at the same time.

"...Don't be nervous, I can ward off evil spirits." Lin Mingyu was bold enough to drink three rounds of people, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder. Over his shoulder, he suddenly saw a figure from the hazy gauze curtain, and he breathed a sigh of relief, " I said where, it turned out to be here..."

The younger brother was so pissed off by what he said, he didn't have time to stop him, he went straight to lift the curtain, and laughed out loud after being dazed:

"I thought it was a Ten Thousand Flowers disciple, but it turned out to be a statue, Junior Brother, come and see."

The younger brother searched for his reputation, and he saw a half-human statue standing beside the waterfall. It was nothing unusual except that it looked scary from a distance, so he heaved a sigh of relief and said, "It's just for bluffing. Let's go, brother, there's no one here."

Unexpectedly, Lin Mingyu suddenly became interested after he was drunk, walked around the clay sculpture, carefully discerned the appearance of the new clay, raised his brows, and said to his junior brother: "Come on, junior brother, look at this statue, is it right?" Isn't it very similar to me?"

The younger brother stared blankly: "Huh? Can this still look like this?"

"If you don't believe me, I'll show you." Lin Mingyu stood beside the portrait with great interest, puffing his cheeks compared to the clay sculpture's cheek contour.

The younger brother was taken aback, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "Ouch, Senior Brother Lin, don't tease me. You are growing taller after two years of dancing. Although you are taller than before, you are... stronger, but it is not true. It's so round. Who doesn't know that you were beautiful and cute when you were young, so don't insult yourself... Haha."

"Then why are you laughing?" Lin Mingyu glared at him.

The younger brother smiled and shook his head, his expression changed drastically as he shook it, and he hurried over to pull him: "Brother, hurry up, there is someone! It's not good for others to see us trespassing!"

"Ah? Where?!"

Lin Mingyu was just in a daze, the sound of someone coming up the stairs step by step was clear enough, he pushed his junior and shouted "Hurry up", who would have expected his junior to cry out in surprise, and then something fell violently High above, the sound and muffle of water crushing bones in the waterfall.

He looked back, but the younger brother was still standing by the side, looking at him in horror.

Lin Mingyu was stunned for a moment, and most of the alcoholic energy from the frolicking just now was awakened.

He pushed it wrong, pushed the statue, and sent it directly to the bottom of the waterfall with nine turns!

The pace of going up the stairs was obviously faster, and the younger brother gave him a desperate look: "Hurry up, senior brother!"

"Then, what should we do about this?" He knew that he had caused trouble, so he glanced at the bottomless pool, not knowing whether to run away first or run away first, the younger brother was already flying away without a trace.

Almost at the same time, the wooden door of the bookstore was pushed open, and someone came in with a lamp, shining directly from the door to the balcony window.

Lin Mingyu stood behind the gauze curtain, turned his head stiffly, and silently recited Taiyi Tianzun to save suffering three times, hoping that no one would find him.

But the person who came walked towards the back of the house firmly, with hurried steps, he must have heard a sound.

Lin Daochang was overwhelmed with remorse, secretly hating peach blossoms for intoxicating people and making mistakes, so he just stood motionless behind the gauze curtain.

It was Yan Hua, the owner of the house, who came in. At that time, the little uncle found the statue, he was a little bored, and he was struggling to think about what is the right way. When he heard the noise, he walked to the screen curtain, and stretched out his hand suspiciously to lift it.

The curtain was turned on and the lights were turned on, and a Taoist priest who was similar to the statue stood there with puffed cheeks, blinking black eyes, wearing a gray Taoist robe and a crooked Taoist crown, looking at him.

Yan Hua was stunned for a moment, suspecting that he must be dazzled by the absurdity of his thinking, so he shook his head and put down the gauze curtain without thinking.Unexpectedly, he turned around and took a step away and suddenly woke up, and then opened the gauze curtain, only to see the Taoist priest who had never met before was breathing a sigh of relief, his moist cheeks and bright eyebrows all showed that he was a living person, and the original The statue was nowhere to be seen.

The four eyes meet, one pair is frightened and angry, the other pair is frightened.

"Who are you?!" Yan Hua stared at him and asked coldly.

"I am a statue." Lin Mingyu replied.

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