Jiang Fan circled around the big stone twice, stood there and thought for a moment, and finally took out a copper teapot from the carriage and started tapping it on the big stone.
After seven strikes, there was no movement for a while. Jiang Fan was just thinking about whether to strike a few more times, when suddenly a woman's voice sounded vaguely.
"Who is knocking on the mountain——"
Jiang Fan cupped his hands and said, "Jiang Fan, I have come here to pay my respects to the mountain. I want to see the Lord of Shushan. Please let me know."
The female voice said: "There are no foreigners in Shushan. Your Excellency, please come back."
Jiang Fan immediately said: "I am a friend of Taihua Gu Qingshan."
The female voice said unceremoniously: "Even the young master himself is not allowed to enter the mountain without permission."
Jiang Fan rolled his eyes. Poor, your family is quite weird.
Turning his eyes, Jiang Fan said loudly: "I'm here to deliver a box of ancient books. Please be accommodating."
This box was originally received as a gift from Dafo Mountain, just in time to lend flowers to the Buddha.
The female voice was a little impatient: "I have the most collection of books in the world, so please don't disturb me."
What this means is, come on, we have all the books from outside, so stop beeping.
Jiang Fan frowned slightly, he was really difficult to deal with. But he came prepared, how could he back down so easily?
Then he said loudly: "I have a handwritten letter. Please give it to the mountain owner. If you still can't see it after reading it, I should leave."
The female voice became impatient: "We don't see outsiders in Shushan, and we don't accept letters. Your Excellency, please come back!"
Jiang Fan was not annoyed: "May I ask, how can I climb a mountain?"
The female voice said: "There is a path to Shushan, but ordinary people can't find it. If you find it, you can climb the mountain. If you can't find it, don't get entangled. If you want to climb the mountain, do you know the path to Shushan?"
Jiang Fan couldn't help but laugh: "There is a road in the mountain of books, so hard work leads to it. There is no limit to the sea of learning, so we have to work hard to build the boat. Do we have to work hard to open up a mountain climbing path?"
The female voice slightly let out a sigh after hearing this, but no matter what Jiang Fan said, no one answered.
hehe? Jiang Fan still doesn’t believe in this evil, why is he trying to be a big name like me?
After pondering for a moment, he raised the corner of his mouth, suddenly mobilized his true energy, and said proudly: "I once wrote the poem "The Wine Will Come in" in Kuang cursive script. I once gave Gu Qingshan five of them, which are unprecedented in the world. There are so many classics. The calligraphy of Shushan is excellent. I would like to ask, have you ever heard of Kuangcao? Have you ever heard of Shoujin? Although Shushan has many books, have you ever heard of the Tao Te Ching? Have you ever heard of the Yi Jing? "
Lang Lang's voice echoed across the mountains, and Jiang Fan stood with his hands behind his back, a bit arrogant and conceited.
Suddenly, a voice seemed to come from the top of the mountain: "Bring me the letter."
Jiang Fan smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and threw the letter into the mountain.
However, the letter just flashed and then disappeared, as if it had entered another space.
Jiang Fan was stunned. There was indeed something strange about this mountain of books.
After the letter was delivered, Jiang Fan was no longer anxious. He was very confident that the other party would definitely see him when he saw it.
If nothing else, he wrote this text message in the five calligraphy styles given to Gu Qingshan, all of which were unprecedented in the world. Unless the mountain is not a book fanatic, it is absolutely obvious.
Sure enough, within a moment, the boulder with the word "Shu Shan" engraved on it started to rotate and made a rumbling sound.
Then the wild grass and ancient trees parted, and a path up the mountain was revealed.
And standing quietly at the entrance was a young woman in plain clothes.
"It turns out that the poet sage is here. I didn't know it until now. I offended you so much. Please climb the mountain."
He didn't call him King Xiaoyao. Obviously, his two names are more useful here than the so-called prince.
Jiang Fan smiled slightly, said nothing, passed by the woman, and walked straight into the mountain.
The woman actually didn't feel dissatisfied and followed closely behind.
You are crazy, I am crazier than you. Since being polite is not enough, Jiang Fan doesn't care about that. In short, in today's world, if you are pretending to be thirteen in terms of literature, one of them will count as one, and they will all be killed instantly. So what if you are a book fanatic? Master Wen Sheng Yan and I know all about it!
Only this Shushan formation made Jiang Fan a little frightened.
He entered the mountain gate and walked no more than ten steps, as if he had passed through ten invisible waves. The next moment, I found myself in front of a wooden building.
Look around, this is actually the top of the mountain.
Ten steps to climb the mountain?
The woman spoke slowly: "Mr. Jiang, this is the mountain master's study, please come in."
This wooden building is not big, with only three floors, and its appearance is very simple. On the lintel are engraved two words "Study."
It is quite simple, unlike many people who give it nice and elegant names such as a small building, an elegant residence, a pavilion or a hall.
There is a large pool next to it. The only strange thing is that the water in the pool is as dark as ink. Seeing a stone next to it with the words "Brush Washing Pool" engraved on it, Jiang Fan suddenly realized that it was probably used for washing brushes and inkstones. No wonder the water in the pool was dark.
Jiang Fan shook his head and smiled softly, and told Ying Wuming to wait outside. He stepped up the steps and walked in.
As soon as I entered, I was a little confused.
It seems like another world here.
What you see in front of you is a hundred times wider and taller than what you see from the outside?
There are white curtains hanging everywhere, covered with writing, and countless digital paintings hanging on the walls. Even the ground is covered with white cloth, and a few large pens are randomly thrown on the floor.
Only in a corner by the window, there is a desk measuring ten feet long. A woman is barefooted, with one foot on the chair, holding a large pen in her mouth, and using the bow left and right in her hand, she is splashing ink.
She was dressed in white, but it was splattered with ink spots and there were a few scratches on her face.
Completely casual and unrestrained.
"But Shanzhu Zhang?"
Jiang Fan held his hand with a smile, but the woman didn't notice it at all. She stared straight at the table and kept writing in her hand.
Jiang Fan called twice more, but still ignored him, so he walked over curiously.
However, she discovered that what was on the desk was actually her own letter, and the woman was copying it with two pens in her hands, left and right.
Really addicted to books.
Jiang Fan sighed a little, no matter in any era, such an idiot would be a real genius.
She was busy writing, and Jiang Fan didn't bother her. He just watched and looked at the woman.
This must be the master of Shushan Mountain, the bookaholic, Gu Qingshan's mother.
but……
Jiang Fan felt that it was a bit outrageous. This old woman was a bit too young. She seemed to be about the same size as Gu Qingshan. He is dressed in loose white clothes, with a complexion like snow and messy hair like a waterfall. Only his facial features and facial lines are somewhat tough.
But it’s really beautiful, and the more you look at it, the more attractive it becomes. She is the kind of woman with an extremely unique style. No wonder Gu Qingshan looks so poor and good.
In fact, at first, Jiang Fan secretly thought that a woman named Zhang Kuang would most likely have excessive secretion of male hormones. She would probably be eight feet tall, have a palm wide enough to protect her heart hair, and even have sideburns and beard, or at least a green beard...
I really didn't expect it to be like this. It's the kind that makes a deep impression on people at first glance, and then the more they look at it, the more they can't take their eyes away.
What kind of madman is this? He is clearly a book fairy.
However, as a junior, I kept staring at other people's wives to see what was going on, so I turned my attention to calligraphy.
Just don’t read it. The more you look at it, the more surprised you become. The book is like the person you read it, and the more you look at it, the more you can’t take your eyes away.
The woman's writing became smoother and smoother, and eventually she became so powerful that she surpassed herself simply in calligraphy.
