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Volume 1: Who Rides the Star to Break through the Void Chapter 36: It¡¯s ugly but jade can be attacked

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    Ye Chang and Shan went to Qin's shop, which sold various sundries. As soon as they inquired about Qin Qinshou and found out that he was in the restaurant next door, they rushed over immediately.  At this time, it was getting dark, and the business in the restaurant was good. The two of them, a monk and a layman, walked in, but no one paid much attention.  But behind them, there were several tails.  When they got upstairs, they saw Tan Qinshou with his back to them, talking. Then, He Zhizhang and Zhang Xu asked questions in unison.  At this moment, Jiao Sui, whom they had met several times, saw that he had been ignored. He was quite unhappy and put the things he had just taken off his body on the table: "What elegance can it be compared to this?"  ?" The two old men immediately turned to him again: "Jiao Sui, what are you bringing here?" Jiao Sui lifted up the clothes he was wearing, and then slapped the table: "Let you two old guys see it today?  "Although I, Jiao Sui, am a commoner and don't know much about literacy, I still know the difference between good and bad. I know what is real elegance and what is arty!" The implication of his words is that Qin Qinshou's folding fan is arty because his family is poor and his family is poor.  He has always been frustrated and is very disgusted with things decorated with gold and jade.  When he saw Qin Qinshou making a jade fan, he just didn't like it.  "Ah?" Intrigued by his loud words, He Zhizhang and Zhang Xu were both looking at the things he put on the table. They were several pieces of wood. They looked weathered and rotten, but they were regarded as treasures by Jiao Sui.  Wrapped in clothes.  "What are the stories behind these wooden boards?" Zhang Xu asked.  Jiao Sui said proudly: "Look again, look again, look carefully, this is much more precious than gold, silver, pearls and jade!" He came out to fight, which made Tan Qinshou unhappy, but seeing that he was very familiar with He Zhizhang and Zhang Xu, it was hard to say anything.  .  At this time, seeing a few wooden boards being treated as treasures, Qin Qinshou couldn't help but interject: "You little man's eyesight is stupid, I really can't see what treasures there are in these wooden boards" "Words! Words! Words! Words! Words!" Jiao  Then he shouted five "words" in a row, each one louder than the last, making everyone's ears rumble.  Zhang Xu turned the board over and saw vague handwriting. As soon as he saw the font, he said "Huh" and couldn't move his eyes away anymore.  Ye Chang¡¯s calligraphy is not at the level of a master. As Qian Qi said, he still has some craftsmanship.  But the key point is that this kind of calligraphy written with a hard pen, and written in a thin gold style, is unique in this era!  For Zhang Xu, a master of calligraphy, this is the stone that can conquer jade!  "This word is interestinginteresting!" Zhang Xu couldn't help but outline it with his fingers, and began to imitate the handwriting on the wooden board.  He Zhizhang was also a master of calligraphy. He tilted his head and looked at it for a long time. He was dazzled by his old age. He looked back and forth for a while, and suddenly said: "This must be a poem, right?" "Exactly a poem!" Jiao Sui smiled.  He said: "It was when I heard the waterworkers at Fenglingdu reciting this poem that I realized that this word was strange, so I tried to find a way to get it and bring it back to you in exchange for wine - He Tu and Zhang Dian, you two think,  Is this worth a month's worth of wine with you? " "Yes, it's worth it. This poem is worth a month's worth of wine!" He Zhizhang arranged the four lines of the poem and read them out, then clasped his hands and said: "Okay.  This person has a heart that cares about the people, which is rare, rare!" "If we look at the diction of the poem itself, it is not very outstanding in He Zhizhang's opinion, but the profound meaning in the poem is far superior to the literary talent of the poem.  Zhang Xu over there clung to a wooden board tightly and said, "It's only January, even three months and half a year's worth of wine. Brother Ji Zhen, look at this word, it's so original and exciting."  , Let people" He was so excited that he simply didn't know what to say.  He was called the Saint of Cursive by future generations, and he had indeed reached an unprecedented height in the way of cursive script. However, at this time, he vaguely felt that he had fallen into a nest. If he did not break through, his lifelong skills would stop here.  And this new font gave him inspiration, and he felt that he could also open up a new world.  The two people completely threw the folding fan aside at this time, and only looked at the charcoal writing on the wooden board. Tan Qinshou could only sigh helplessly: Originally, the folding fan was passed down from the hands of He and Zhang, which could have a great impact, but now  Look, it¡¯s a bad start.  He was really unhappy when he thought that his huge business was about to be disrupted, but he was still very scheming and had some cultivation. Although he had just stabbed Jiao Sui, now that he saw that the other party had brought out the real thing, he stopped.  Made a sound.  It is not the time to say goodbye at this time. The only hope is that He and Zhang can come out of these broken boards as soon as possible.  He became more and more disgusted with Jiao Sui. Naturally, he was even more disgusted with the man who left the poem on the wooden board.  "Xiao Jiao, are you dismantling this board from Fenglingdu?" He Zhizhang came to his senses first and thought about it.The hidden meaning in that poem: "I don't know who wrote this poem. The compassion in the poem means that the person has a benevolent heart!" "Haha, here comes the wine!" Jiao Sui rolled his sleeves and said.  He Zhizhang poured the wine for him personally, and Jiao Sui drank the whole glass, then put the wine cup down. Before he could say "not enough", He Zhizhang poured another cup for him.  After drinking five cups in a row, Jiao Sui's face turned red, and his original look of being a little down and out became energetic.  "This matter is interesting to say. It has something to do with Aunt Gongsun." As soon as he opened his mouth, He Zhizhang's attention was attracted again: "Hey, Aunt Gongsun has reached a new level in sword dance?" "No, that's not true.  "Let me tell you the whole story." Jiao Sui was drunk and began to talk loudly. The incident at Fenglingdu, which was originally very simple, turned out to be as real as a party, which was extremely exciting.  Even Ye Chang, who was behind and experienced it personally, never thought that he had experienced such a wonderful thing.  This made Ye Chang frown slightly: This person named Jiao is quite talented.  "We've been talking for a long time, but you still haven't said who wrote this poem. Could it be that the person didn't leave a name?" He Zhizhang was so excited to hear it. He had a free and easy temper, the most unrestrained, and he became excited after hearing it.  After a long drink, the wine dripped down his beard and soaked his chest, but he was unconscious.  Even Tan Qinshou, who was dissatisfied with Jiao Sui, was moved by his eloquent story and listened attentively. Therefore, he did not notice that Ye Chang and Shan Zhi had been standing behind him for a long time.  "Of course I left my name, Mr. He. You are the oldest, most virtuous, and most knowledgeable. Have you ever heard of this person, Ye Chang, the eleventh son of the Xiuwu Ye family?" Upon hearing this name, Tan Qinshou said "Eh".  The expression on his face suddenly became wonderful.  He Zhizhang frowned and thought hard for a while, then shook his head and said: "I've never heard of it It's a pity that I can't see it" Jiao Sui also sighed: "Exactly, exactly. I deeply regret it. If it hadn't been delayed by something,  , One day early, we can see him." He just finished speaking, and suddenly, a hand suddenly grabbed his arm: "Jiao Sui, where is the person who wrote this word?  Where is it!" It turned out to be Zhang Xu. He had been immersed in copying and didn't hear what everyone was saying.  At this time, he copied all the words three times, but he was still not finished. He just felt that the person who wrote these handwritings had not yet reached the ultimate state. If there were more words for him to figure out, he would definitely be able to improve his calligraphy skills.  Break a level and create a new realm.  Jiao Sui was grabbed by his arm and shook violently. It was impossible to tell that the old man was already over sixty years old, but he was still very strong.  "Okay, okay, don't talk about someone. I just said it. I have never seen that person. I only know that he is a martial artist from Huaizhou. His surname is Ye, his single name is Chang, and he is eleventh in the clan." "Ye Chang, Ye  Eleven Mr. He, have you ever heard of this person?" Zhang Xu asked He Zhizhang again.  "No." "It's a pity, it's a pity!" Zhang Xu tugged at his beard, his eyes wandering on the wooden boards again, and after a while, he said decisively: "I want to resign, I want to practice martial arts!"  But the middle-aged man next to him smiled and said: "Why should Mr. Zhang go there? He was born late and has no talents. He is willing to work hard for Mr. Zhang. First, go and learn this calligraphy, and then come back to write and read it for Mr. Zhang." "Qingchen,  You just got promoted and are about to be elected as officials. How can you get away from it?" Zhang Xu shook his head: "I am an old man, and my body is a plain meal. Please go there as soon as possible in the hope of hearing the truth" "Why did Mr. Zhang say this? He was fond of calligraphy in his later years, so he can be an official.  We will do it later, but the art of calligraphy cannot wait." This man started arguing with Zhang Xu. Seeing their argument, He Zhizhang did not try to persuade him and just stroked his beard and laughed, while Jiao Sui also laughed and watched the fun.  Seeing the two arguing endlessly, Qin Qinshou, who was next to him, finally couldn't bear it anymore and coughed: "Young men, please don't argue" "Shut up!" "Stop talking!" The two people who were arguing suddenly changed their targets, one by one.  He scolded Tan Qinshou, and then the two sides argued again.  Zhang Xu was older and seemed to be showing off his old age. After the argument, he rolled up his sleeves, exposed his arms, took off his hat and threw it on the table, revealing a half-bald head.  The man called "Qing Chen", although his attitude was respectful, he insisted on not changing. He was obviously a stubborn person.  "AhemSecond Master, there's really no need to argue!" Tan Qinshou said again.  "I won't do anything to you!" "What do you know!" His response was still a scolding. Tan Qinshou felt sweat on his forehead. He was stabbed one after another and couldn't get angry anymore. He suddenly slammed the table with a bang, and finally let the two  People are temporarily quiet.  "Before I came to Chang'an, I opened a shop in Ruzhou to practice martial arts." Seeing everyone looking at him, their eyes were extremely unkind.Jiao Sui even showed a sneer, while Qin Qinshou was unhurried. He knew that what he said next would drive away all the unkindness and sneer: "I know this eleventh son of the Ye family, and he is quite good at it."  There is a friendship, this folding fan is the idea of ??the Eleventh Lang of the Ye family!" As soon as these words came out, the original unkindness and sneer turned into surprise and confusion!  "Impossible, youhow do you recognize him? Besides his poems, how could he have thought of such luxury?" Jiao Sui was the first to shout.  Qin Qinshou was quite proud at this time and raised his hand: "Speaking of the two of us getting acquainted, there is another story. If you are interested, I am willing to talk about it in detail." "Tell me, tell me!" Jiao Sui said.  "Does this Ye Shiyilang have any other poems?" He Zhizhang asked happily.  "Do you have any of his calligraphy treasures in your hand? Just one more, just one!" It was Zhang Xu who urged him.  "There is no calligraphy, but there are poems." Qin Qinshou recited the song "Ode to Bamboo". He Zhizhang and Zhang Xu were both from the Fang family. After listening to it, they couldn't help but have doubts on their faces: "Ode to Bamboo" is different from "Ode to Fenglingdu".  ¡·The style is quite different!  No matter how talented a poet is, his writing should have traces to follow and a style of its own.  He Zhizhang and Zhang Xu looked at each other, but did not reveal the matter immediately: it was too early to suspect Ye Shiyilang of plagiarism based on only two poems.  "This poem also has allusions." Tan Qinshou told what happened to the Ye family. He was a meticulous person and knew Ye Chang's details very clearly. Here, in detail, from when Ye Chang was hit by a broom star  , until the Bodhisattva interrogates the case, the whole process is extremely complete.  However, he did not have Jiao Sui's eloquence of talking freely after drinking, so his speech was inevitably boring. Even so, He Zhizhang and Zhang Xu were completely attracted.  After hearing the origin of the last two sentences of "Ode to Bamboo", "Those who are thin can still gain weight, but scholars and common people cannot be cured", the two of them clasped their hands and laughed at the same time.  After hearing the story of Bodhisattva's trial, the two of them held their breath and concentrated until the real thief was exposed. They first sighed, and then clapped their hands and laughed.  They were indulgent and unrestrained, and He Zhizhang even said repeatedly: "Interesting, interesting, I also want to resign, I also want to practice martial arts, and I also want to meet the eleventh son of the Ye family!" "Tsk, tsk, tsk!  !" Jiao Sui felt a little bored.  He didn't like Tan Qinshou, and he didn't even like Ye Chang at this time. Besides, he was the one who talked eloquently just now, attracting everyone to listen. But soon his story was suppressed by the story told by Tan Qinshou. Although they were all about the same protagonist, but  Jiao Sui still felt unhappy.  He was unhappy and began to look around, wondering why the waiter hadn't brought the drink yet.  "He Gong wants to see this Ye Shiyilang, but there is no need to resign. He will come to Beijing these days. Because there are some things, he has to come to find the villain. Counting the time, he will arrive within these two days." Tan Qinshou then gave up.  Made a sentence.  "Ah, no wonder Jiao Sui saw his handwriting in Fenglingdu!" He Zhizhang stroked his hands again: "Okay, okay, Tan Qinshou, if he comes, he will definitely introduce him to me!" "We will definitely meet in these two days.  "Arrived?" Zhang Xu was still impatient: "How about I go meet them on the road?" Hearing this, Ye Chang had the urge to hide his face and leave.  He still couldn't figure out the identities of the two old men at this time, but it was obvious that Qin Qinshou had revised his plan. He was not just looking for those new scholars to give folding fans, but also looking for famous literary figures in the capital.  These two are important figures among them.  No matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't bear it when two such old men praised him so much and even went out of the city to greet them.  But at this moment, Jiao Sui, who felt bored, turned his head and saw him and Shanzhi at a glance.  Jiao Sui was immediately shocked: "Hey, why are you two guys with Longyang's habit here?" This yellow-faced man, with his loud and loud voice, once again shocked everyone!
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