Nightfall Chapter 100: The descendant of the runemaster
Chapter One Hundred The Descendants of the Rune Master
The lanky Taoist dipped his finger in the wine, swayed and wrote on the mahogany table, and quickly copied the twenty-nine words on the account book paper. He put his fingers into his dry lips and sucked, then put his hand behind him, lowered his body and brought his face close to the table, and continued to examine the papers on the account book carefully.
As he watched, his brows became tighter, his head swayed more and more frequently, and his expression became more and more confused. He muttered, "What's this? I haven't seen it before, there is no vitality. Why can the volatility be so abundant? It is clearly scattered to the point of a mess, why can one's mind suddenly become tense after concentrating?"
The lanky Taoist stood up straight, shaking his head, and walking around the room for a half circle, then walked quickly back to the mahogany table, and continued to look down at the writing on the account book paper, still frowning. Shaking his head, he repeatedly said: "No way, no way! No way? No way!"
No matter how the three major sects of practice or how the various countries quarrel, no one has ever dared to be disrespectful to the runemaster, because there are few practitioners in the world and the runemaster is even rarer. It is between the secular art and the world. The magical runeman among the practice, start writing to make wind and rain, writing can shock ghosts and gods, it is too important for practice and war, it is a near non-renewable resource, and will always receive the most respected courtesy,
The Tang empire is the world’s most powerful country, but it has never had more than ten runemasters. Most runemasters have long been far from the world, living in secluded academies or in the mountains and forests. Suomu asked for the truth and dedicated all his remaining life to searching for the secrets between heaven and earth, and there were not many rune masters who were still walking in the world. Two of the four runemasters owned by the South Gate of Haotian Dao were the messengers sent by Xiling Temple to Chang'an City in order to demonstrate their power, and they were not permanent in Chang'an, so there were only two runemen at the South Gate of Haotian Road.
The lanky Taoist who visits Red Sleeve Trick at night is one of the two magicians.
His name is Yan Se, brother Li Qingfeng, the master of the Tang Dynasty, worshipped at the South Gate of Haotian Road, and a wonderful book about sex, spirits, spirits and beauty. He is already one of the most outstanding figures in the world based on the technique of book charms. , During the majestic spring rain that night, he used the alley rain to paint a well character to scare Wang Jinglue, who was known as the invincible genius of Tang Cultivation, into a tragic crying fat boy. This was his magical method.
In addition to all kinds of magical rune techniques, what the **** rune masters most praised by the world is their superb realm and skill on calligraphy and drawing paper. There is such a saying in the world that great calligraphers and painters have no potential for cultivation. It is impossible to become a runemaster, but all runemasters must be great calligraphers or painters who can stay in history.
Yan Se is a rune master who lingers in Goulan brothel for fun. If he is willing, he can become the best in the world of books at any time. But such a character would be so interested in the scribbled writing on a piece of account book paper, even contemplating and thinking about it, shaking his head and calling it out, if he let the scholars of the Tang Dynasty or the powerful in the world of practice see this In one scene, they will be shocked and speechless, and they will definitely be very curious, writing these words can make the runemaster feel distressed Ning Que-who is it?
A cursive script with twenty-nine characters can make the master rune master Yan Se puzzled. It's not because of Ning Que's skill, but because of various reasons, he wrote this memo tonight with the right state of mind. Got somewhere.
Today, he learned from reading books in the old building, forgetting the meaning of the word and remembering its shape. Under the joy of his enlightenment, he went to the brothel with his classmates and had a binge drink. He picked up cursive writing at random when he was confused, and he naturally followed Bairilou. Jian Guanshu has forgotten all the strict rules and regulations of the pen, even in a state of drunkenness, he deliberately scattered all the rules of the strokes, twisted the plum blossoms and poured the grape racks, borrowing the wine spirit to frantically drag the ink line, begging It is scattered and unknown.
This way of writing is a different way. From another awkward path, it fits the hidden interest of the practice. If another great calligrapher in Chang'an City reads this cursive script, it will not feel much, but In the eyes of a runemaster, I always feel like I scratched my itch, or a hidden place on my back. I haven’t scratched it in 60 years. I don’t know it. Once I know it, I itch the bone marrow. !
As for the runemaster Yan Se said that Ning Que’s cursive script is unreasonable, it is absolutely correct, because Ning Que was originally impassable, he did not understand the principles of cultivation, and the faculties of the snow-capped mountains, air, and sea in his body are still impassable. When walking up the mountain, look for a long and awkwardly curved path, but at the end of the path there is still a huge boulder blocking the way. Where can I get it?
There is meaning in the text, which means that every stroke in the middle and the following strokes is composed of every word that contains the intention of the writer at the time. There is a meaning and a thought. Ning lacks this twenty-nine characters in cursive script. It can be said that the words do not make sense. It is because they can't understand them, so they let their intentions fall between the ink marks and cannot penetrate them. But at this time, I copied it by the master rune master Yan Se personally, no matter how powerful the shackles are. The mind in the imprisoned strokes and words penetrates the hard mahogany table through the wine, diffuses into the air through the wine, and then diffuses into the red sleeves...
At that time, when Ning Que wrote this character to Sangsang, it was at the time when the ears were hot, and the meaning he wanted to express seemed to be staying in and out of the red sleeves, but when the true meaning hidden in the pen and ink was all emitted at this moment , Revealed his true thoughts, he himself did not think that he meant it, or did not want to admit it.
In the courtyard with a few plums in the west, Miss Lu Xue is silent in her arms with a long flute. Her delicate and haggard face is full of humiliation. Looking at the corner of the courtyard, Lao Mei, who has already lost his color, misses her hometown in the south. Shengchun.
In the courtyard with a few bushes of bamboo in the east, the Shuzhuer girl was in a daze at the basin full of stars, her bright tears sliding down her plump and smooth cheeks like pearls, and falling into the basin with a soft sound.
In the quiet roof room, behind the bead curtain, everyone at Jane looked at the portrait beside the bed. Her broad forehead was wrinkled into a river. She looked at the young scholar riding a black donkey on the portrait and looked at him. Familiar with the raised eyebrows, watching his soaring and even arrogant laughter, he slowly shed tears, and murmured in a low voice: "Ke Haoran, you dead ghost, I made chicken soup back then and waited for you every day. Drink, you don’t want to come, now it’s okay, even if you want to drink, you can’t drink anymore. I don’t know if you are... living underground now."
Suddenly, she raised her brows, clenched the silk scarf in her hand and woke up, and walked two steps to the edge of the fence and looked down the courtyard. She knew the identity of the thin and tall Taoist in the Shueizhu Eryuan, but she was not afraid at all, and with an angry expression on her face, she whispered softly: "You old man is so unreasonable! There is no reason to provoke me in my building. How do you do the accounting!"
In the bamboo shadow courtyard, I washed my face with light make-up and light powder, and walked back to the room. Seeing the tall and thin Taoist shaking his head at the table, he couldn't help but startled slightly. He walked forward and took a look. Mei Mei asked questioningly: "Sir, I always felt a smell of chicken soup before, why is that?"
"It is not the taste of chicken soup, but the taste of home."
The runemaster Yan Se shook his head and pointed to the scribbled twenty-nine ink characters on the account book and said: "When this man wrote this note, he was very anxious to go home and drink the leftover chicken soup. The chicken soup was not seen. It’s delicious. I’m just curious about this Sangsang, who should be a woman. I don’t know if it is his fierce wife or a strict mother who forced him to look like this."
"This note...isn’t it written by Ning Que?" Shuijiu’s delicate and delicate face was full of confusion: "He didn’t look like he wanted to go home. Sangsang wasn’t his wife either, just ...His little maid."
"Little maid? That makes no sense."
The runemaster Yan Se shook his head and ignored the matter. He has never married in his life, because in Datang, especially in Chang'an, there are so many fierce wives like tigers, thinking about lingering in the flowers and trying them all day, so he can't understand a little maid and a bowl of leftover chicken soup. What is worth remembering.
In the early morning of the second day, the tall and thin Taoist left in a carriage, without asking the sacred Ning Que who wrote those twenty-nine cursive characters. After a while, Shuijiu yawned and rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked over. She had forgotten all the emotions of last night. She took a sip of the hot tea served by the maid, and subconsciously glanced at the table and found that one. The tattered account book notes have disappeared, and the twenty-nine grass characters that the thin senior man said last night copied on the mahogany table with a drink of wine have long since dried up.
She smiled and shook her head, put down the teacup in her hand, and the emerald green bracelet on her wrist slammed on the mahogany table. Only hearing a very light sound, the table was shocked. Fine red patent leather powder.
Shui Zhuer was slightly startled, she opened her eyes and looked curiously. After hesitating for a while, she gently wiped it with a silk scarf in her sleeve. Under the red patent leather powder, there was a row of extremely scribbled writing. Look at these writings. It doesn't seem to be deep, but the trace is deep in the wood, it can't be erased at all, it can be said to be three points into the wood!
"Master Sangsang, I will not come back to sleep today if I am drunk. Remember to drink the leftover chicken broth stewed in the pot."
Shui Zhuer's eyes were open, staring at the scribbles on the mahogany table, vaguely understood something, she didn't know that the lanky Taoist was the legendary runemaster, and she couldn't see the future of Ning Que. How great a fortune can be, but she knows that the lanky Taoist origin must be extraordinary, but she sincerely hopes that Ning Que will have a great fortune in the future, and more importantly, she is very natural for things like opportunities after many years of experience. Sensitiveness, so she instructed the maidservant to carefully put away the table and keep it for the future.
On the other side, the runemaster Yan Se came out of the brothel and boarded a dilapidated carriage. After a short walk in the city of Chang'an, he met a young Taoist man with a yellow paper umbrella under his arm. The Taoist respectfully replied: "Uncle, the things you confessed have been checked out. That person is Ning Que and escorted the princess... Lu Qingchen has seen it and confirmed that there is no potential. He has also seen it in the college a few days ago. ."
The runemaster sighed regretfully. Not to mention the relationship between the young man and the princess, but this is a desperate situation if he doesn't know anything. Is it necessary to ask the Xiling Temple to gather the power of several great priests to perform the great descending magic technique for this young man to force it? It’s hard to find a descendant of the magic way of Talisman. Last night, it was a pity to meet a son who was born with a deficiency.