salted fish soaring

Song Qianji saw that the two men tapped their toes, jumped up lightly, stepped on the cliff and went straight to the sky.

The mountain walls are smooth and there are no trees, so it is difficult for apes to cross on weekdays.

It stands tall and upright, across the sea of ​​clouds, facing the west window of Feiyun Building.

If the book sage stood in front of the window, with his eyesight, he could see the cliff by pushing the window.

The two raised their hands, their sleeves fluttering, and they wrote pens on the rock almost at the same time.

The posture is unrestrained and free, but I don't know how to use the force, but the force of the brush has penetrated into the rock wall.

The stone chips collapsed one after another, and when they fell to the ground, smoke and dust were everywhere, and the earth trembled.

On the towering mountain wall, like a knife and an ax chisel, there are big characters.

Dragons fly and phoenixes dance, iron draws silver hooks, and the momentum is compelling.

Everyone in the meadow was attracted by this spectacle, and for a moment they forgot the calligraphy and paintings on their desks.

Looking carefully, I felt that two lines of big characters were about to rush out of the stone wall. When the air was pressed down, I couldn't help cheering loudly:

"Good skills! Great strength! It is not difficult for Shi Yan to write a book, but it is rare to finish it in one go, and the strokes are clear, the depth is appropriate, and the strokes are continuous. Zhao Wei is indeed the youngest Jindan talisman master in Tianbei County."

"Wei Zhanyang's sentence is also very good. One stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, the shape is like a forest of swords and swords. I write on paper, and I can't write such good words."

Song Qianji's seat was arranged at the very back, and there were crowds of people in front of him.

Ji Chen stood on tiptoe: "What are you writing? My cultivation is not good enough, fellow Taoist help me to read."

Song Qianji narrowed his eyes slightly: "Cuohua Zhong Shenxiu."

"It's really beautiful!" Ji Chen sighed, "Whether other people practice calligraphy day and night, or practice tens of thousands of landscape paintings, they will all have to be shown off in this Dengwen Yahui."

Song Qianji smiled and said nothing. When writing on the host's site, of course the host must be comfortable first.

These two people's pens are full of inspiration. Unless they are destroyed by humans, no matter the wind, the sun or the rain, the two poems of Litou Mountain Rock will be engraved on the mountain wall of Huaweizong in the future.

At the beginning of the writing, I first praised the outstanding people of Weizong, and the good fortune is beautiful, so these two sentences can be left.

"Is there another sentence?" Ji Chen excitedly said, "Young Daoist Song, look again!"

Song Qianji said: "Look at all the mountains and small ones."

"What a boldness!" Ji Chen envied, "When will I be able to have such abilities."

Song Qianji shook his head: "You don't have to."

You are a formation master, why not learn talismans.

Ji Chen obviously misunderstood: "Song Daoyou, don't look at me like this, in fact, money is something outside of the body, and you can only rely on your own skills. Otherwise, you will always make others laugh, saying that the same cultivation resources are piled up for dogs, and dogs can practice well." stronger than you."

Song Qianji couldn't help laughing, and sighed a little after laughing.

The current Ji Chen is still very young, like a rich young master who doesn't know the sufferings of the world.Although he talked a lot, it was not crazy, which made him a little uncomfortable.

When he knew each other in his previous life, this person had already set up an array to kill the entire clan, did casual cultivation, and was half crazy, half awake, half drunk and half mad all day long.

"Fellow Taoist, don't laugh. I have already observed that the seats in the calligraphy and painting test are very particular. The two recognized as the most powerful, Zhao Yu and Wei Zhanyang, are ranked No. [-] and No. [-]. They can write directly on the mountain wall and write to Book sage, look." Ji Chen analyzed seriously, "Others are seated according to their attainments in talismans. I, a talisman master who can't write talismans, and you, a sword cultivator who has never written talismans, so the two of us sit at the same table, and neither of us can do it." Don't try to copy anyone."

Song Qianji: "...It's okay, we each draw our own, and we are at the bottom based on our true skills."

There is no movement on the cliff anymore.

The two people who left the book had fallen off the cliff and walked slowly towards the meadow by the stream.

Taking advantage of the two people's brushstrokes in one go, some of the contestants who wrote had already finished writing and stopped writing to praise the rock carvings wholeheartedly, while some contestants who hadn't finished painting continued to immerse themselves in painting.

Song Qianji sat down and filled the potato flower details.

Ji Chen admired it for a moment, and couldn't help but exclaim——

There is no wind on the paper, but the petals are covered with dew, and seem to tremble slightly in the wind, and every fine fluff on the flower stem is clearly drawn.

He sat down with a sad expression, picked up the priceless Yanxia pen, and drew a circle on the paper:

"I really don't want to participate in the competition. I can do nothing but be ridiculed, but the elders at home insisted that I try."

After Song Qianji finished the painting, he put down the pen in satisfaction, and when the ink marks dried naturally, he looked at the opponent's paper.

The brush strokes penetrate the back of the paper, and the brushwork is smooth and accessible, but there is really only a circle.

"Since you don't know how to compose landscapes, why don't you write?" Song Qianji asked.

"The frame structure of characters is also a kind of composition."

Song Qianji suddenly realized.Ji Chen's perception of space is special, and he can't draw anything flat at all.He should build, construct.He is a natural formation teacher, a genius of Taoist ancestors who appreciate food.

"Although I think your painting is very good, with a touch of aura, but after all, this potato flower..." Ji Chen changed his euphemism, "It's too novel. Hua Weizong invited ten masters of calligraphy and painting in the world to choose the rankings. They may not be able to accept."

Song Qianji comforted him: "Most of the things in life are all about participation."

Ji Chen nodded: "You're right. Sometimes the harder you work, the worse it will be."

When the contestants at the front table heard it, they all turned their heads and looked at them in shock.

Song Qianji saw fourteen words from those eyes:

"A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and a table of mixed fish, vegetables, and chicken."

But the two poured mourning chicken soup to each other, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Song Qianji even picked up his pen again and wrote two small characters on the opponent's paper:

egg.

Ji Chen clapped his hands and praised: "Wonderful, the circle has turned into an egg, and what I drew is an egg."

While speaking, congratulations and praises rang out all around.

Of course Song Qianji and Ji Chen didn't think it was congratulations for drawing the egg.

I saw a person wearing a white brocade robe, holding a folding fan, passing through the meadow and the crowd, and standing in front of their table.

Ji Chen was shocked, isn't this Zhao Wei who left the book on the stone wall?He also came to guide the bottom contestants himself?

The man smiled triumphantly: "Song Daoyou, what a coincidence, we meet again after we bid farewell to the waterside pavilion by Yaoguang Lake."

Yaoguang Lake water pavilion?

Song Qianji thought for a while, and vaguely remembered that it was not suitable for mud mining that day.

Meng Heze got many magic weapons, and he got a Qiongyu flower himself.

As for the last two people in the water pavilion, he only remembered Zhao Jiheng holding many scrolls in his arms.As for the person in front of him, he has no impression.

Song Qianji asked suspiciously: "Your Taoist friend is Zhao Jiheng's friend?"

Zhao Kui's expression turned cold: "I'm his cousin."

He thought to himself that this person can even remember Zhao Jiheng's idiot, but he can't remember me?

It's just that today's feng shui has changed, he lost the scenery in the waterside pavilion, and wanted to insult me ​​on purpose.

In fact, if he could send a recliner and a hoe, then Song Qianji would not only recognize him, but also thank him from the bottom of his heart.

Zhao Kui glanced behind him, Zhao Jiheng got the instruction, and rushed out in a stride.

With quick eyes and quick hands, he pulled out Song Qianji's painting, held it up high, and showed it to all directions:

"Song Qianji, let me tell you that you don't go to the martial arts test as a swordsman, but you dare to sign up for calligraphy and painting. You thought you were going to paint something, but you could only paint wild flowers."

Ji Chen snatched back the thin paper and corrected it earnestly: "This fellow daoist, it's not a wild flower, it's a potato flower. I didn't recognize it at first, thanks to fellow daoist Song's knowledge..."

Zhao Jiheng pretended to be surprised and said: "Who am I? It turns out that it is Ji Xiaoxianjun who has studied talismans for 12 years and can't write half a talisman with a pen. I am disrespectful and disrespectful. Your father was also a powerful person before his death, but it is a pity that he left too early. .”

There was cheerful laughter all around.

Ji Chen's face turned red.

Song Qianji smiled: "There are always some people who are late to enlightenment, and are just late bloomers."

Ji Chen looked at him gratefully.

Zhao Wei made another gesture with his eyes, and Zhao Jiheng grabbed the painting on Ji Chen's desk, slapped the table and laughed:

"Look, everyone, this is an egg!"

Everyone gathered around excitedly, admiring the round and shiny egg, almost bursting into tears.

"Egg Potato Flower." Zhao Kui smiled lightly, "The two of you really deserve to sit at the same table."

"Pay attention to order." The sideline deacon coughed lightly, "Contestants who stop drawing after drawing, hand in their papers and leave the venue in time."

But there was no intention of stepping forward to restrain him.

Song Qianji and Ji Chen handed in the paper amid bursts of laughter.

Ji Chen said: "I'm used to it, how is Brother Song?"

The other party spoke for him just now, and his address has changed from Song Daoyou to Song Brother.

"It's better to read it with me. I won't be angry when others are angry. If I die, who can replace me, not to mention it's exhausting and exhausting..."

Song Qianji knew that if he was asked to speak, it would be difficult to shut up, so he had to interrupt:

"Want to go to the piano test?"

"Good! Listening to the piano can calm the mood, which is just right for us."

***

"What did Song Qianji write? Are there any symbols? How is it written?"

In Feiyun Building, the Book Sage asked three questions in a row.

The dean didn't know how to answer: "...he didn't write. He drew a flower."

"What flower?"

"Potato blossoms."

The scholar was startled: "Which kind of potato flower?"

The dean said helplessly: "You forgot that there is only one kind of potato flower in the world, and it is the most common kind."

The book sage said angrily: "What is this kid doing? Quickly bring me that damned potato flower!"

The dean should be, thinking that it is good for you to scold Song Qianji, because Tuohua is so innocent.

"Forget it, I'll go and see for myself." The book sage suddenly stood up.