"Brother, you have wronged me!" When Li Yuanying heard Li Shimin's words, he stood up and protested... Uh-huh, when will I be able to grow taller? Surrounded by adults, the 11-year-old is still barely 1.6 meters tall. It’s so sad!
Eighty-one-year-old Yu Shinan is half a head taller than Mr. Who said the ancients were short? They are all liars!
"What a great article, but it's written in four ways, so naughty." Li Shimin patted Li Yuanying's forehead and said. "Your handwriting is still a little immature now, so don't go down a weird path."
"Wei Wei." Li Yuanying bowed and responded respectfully. The writing style of General Pei's poems is indeed strange to my brother who loves Wang Youjun. The big guy who wrote the poems about General Pei is Yan Zhenqing in Yan Jin Liu Gu.
Later, the little friends who practiced calligraphy had complicated feelings towards Yan Zhenqing, Ouyang Xun and Liu Gongquan.
"Your Majesty, I think this way of writing is more suitable for this article. It has the natural charm of Taoism." Yu Shinan said softly after reading it from beginning to end again. "Eighty-one characters are exactly the number of ninety-nine."
Cheng Zhijie looked at the sky speechlessly: "Very good, very good. I have transitioned from articles to calligraphy. Can I leave first?"
Pei Shiqi glanced at the handwriting on the cloth, but was stunned. This word... He held his sword finger in his hand and followed the direction of the words. It was as quiet as a mountain and a cloud, and as moving as flowing clouds and flowing water. After finishing a piece of writing, he could feel a faint feeling in his body. His Qi has strengthened a bit. How is this possible?
"Your Majesty, you are so narrow-minded!" Wei Zheng came to his senses, bowed and said with shame.
Zhugelu in Nanyang, Yunting in Western Shuzi. Confucius said: What is so shameful? It really has a long finish!
"You are not only narrow-minded, but also arrogant." Li Jing said without mercy. "Competing with an eleven-year-old boy, relying on one's elders and selling one's old hat, won't one lose one's standing?"
Before Wei Zheng could answer, Pei Qiqi cupped his fists and saluted and said, "Your Majesty, it is best to give this calligraphy to my master. He can see more profound meanings."
Li Yuanying looked at Pei Qiyi in confusion and asked, "A certain person just wrote something deliberately to make fun of Wei Gong for his stubbornness. Where is the meaning?"
Wei Zheng: "..."
Who is this tutor? The blatant grab for words is simply worse than the King of Teng! At least Prince Teng would say: You are destined to me.
Yu Shinan: "..."
Who is this? Eleven gold belts, a fourth-grade configuration. I have never heard of anyone getting this kind of treatment?
Li Shimin: "..."
The profound meaning of the Shushan Sword Sect can only be the meaning of the sword and the way of the sword. There is no way that there is such a profound meaning in the younger brother's handwriting!
Li Jing stood up and walked quickly behind Li Yuanying, in a similar position to Pei Shiqi, and looked at the writing on the cloth... He held his sword finger with his hand, not as subtle as Pei Shiqi, and changed his moves directly according to the strokes of the writing.
Pei Shiqi stretched out his hand and pulled Li Yuanying away, Li Shimin stretched out his hand and pulled Yu Shinan away, Tang Jian stretched out his hand to pull Wei Zheng away...the order of ranking is the order of those who can sense the sword energy.
After performing the last move, Li Jing looked at his fingers in shock, "How is this possible?"
Tang Jian came over, pushed Li Jing away, and also changed his moves with his sword and fingers according to the writing...
... Li Yuanying had beads of sweat on his forehead, hugged Li Shimin's arm tightly, and said nervously: "Brother, it's none of my business!"
Big guys, what are you doing? Someone is just imitating Pei... Wait, General Pei's poem is written by Pei Min. After the Manlu Incident, he was under house arrest. He could only lament with tears that his situation was not as good as that of King Nan of Zhou and Emperor Xian of Han. The emperor once called: Li Bai's poem , Pei Min's sword dance, and Zhang Xu's cursive writing are the three unique skills.
These three people are: Poet Saint, Sword Saint, and Grass Saint.
Could it be that Yan Zhenqing’s calligraphy contained the meaning of his sword? Duyi Zhi also recorded: If you always decorate. The horse moves like flying, turning left and right, and throwing the sword into the clouds. It's dozens of feet high, like lightning shining down. Min held the scabbard in his hand, and the sword entered through the room. There were thousands of people watching, all of them were shocked.
Even if it is only one tenth of the credibility, it is still amazing. The important thing is that when both the Poetic Saint and the Grass Saint are recognized by later generations, the possibility that the Sword Saint is a parallel import is estimated to be only 0·000...0001!
"Don't worry, little brother, I'm here." Li Shimin hurriedly comforted him. Everyone looks at the problem from a different angle, and their findings are naturally different. No matter how smart the younger brother is, he cannot become a master of swordsmanship at the age of eleven.
I know very well what his swordsmanship is and what his understanding is.
"Old Cheng, come and see what you can gain!" Tang Jian finished his last move and shouted to Cheng Zhijie, who was looking up at the sky.
I don't know what Pei Shiqi's moves are like. The trend of Li Yaoshi's moves cannot be said to be completely different from that of others, at least they are completely unrelated.
Cheng Zhijie came back to his senses, stood where Tang Jian was pointing, looked at the cloth on the table in confusion, and said in surprise: "Huh? This word is weird!"
Li Yuanying felt relieved again. Could it be that Lao Cheng had mastered a special ax technique?
I saw that the hundred-refined steel wood-cutting ax in Cheng Zhijie's hand began to change according to the strokes. When it changed to the word "Xian Ze Ling" with the word "Xian", he shouted: "You all get out, someone is going to fly the ax!"
Everyone immediately ran outside the study. Lao Cheng said that if the ax flew, it would definitely fly. If he didn't run away, someone would be killed!
Pei Shiqi and Xia Gua quickly opened the partition in the study room, and the flying ax was definitely worth watching!
"Dang", "Duang", "pop", "bang"...all kinds of sounds came from the room. You didn't even need to look to know what was going on in the study.
"It's so enjoyable!" Cheng Zhijie burst out laughing, "I want to do it again!"
Li Shimin said firmly: "Brother, it's them who have a problem, and it has nothing to do with the words you wrote."
Li Jing and Tang Jian looked at each other and decided to remain silent: Even if there is only a veil between us and new moves, some people will never be able to break through this veil for the longest time in their lives.
Pei Qi looked at the sky speechlessly. His Majesty's idea was really naive: I want to send a message to the master and ask him to come quickly! Not only do you need to bring spicy fruits, but also all fruits and vegetables that are not available in Chang’an!
I hope that someone who is particularly interested in Prince Teng will be willing to write another one!
"Your Majesty, I am going to give it to the ax soldiers of Jinwu Guard. If anyone dares to cause trouble in Chang'an City, we will let him experience what blessing (axe) energy is!" Cheng Zhijie walked out of the study refreshed, crossed his hands and saluted Li Shimin, and said . "It's just that the study is a bit messy and needs to be tidied up."
Pei Qiqi lightly entered the study, stood at his original position, and shouted: "Your Majesty, I want to try flying swords!"
"Yes." Li Shimin sat on the low couch arranged by Chuntao and the others, looked at Li Yuanying, and said with a smile. "Young brother, I'm afraid your outer study room will be turned into a martial arts hall, so they can come to learn your moves."
It is not suitable to be included in the palace, the Ministry of War, or the left and right guards. There will be many rangers trying their best to steal it, no matter whether they succeed or not, it will damage the majesty of the court. There is no need to worry in Prince Teng's Mansion. The head of the Shushan Sword Sect can sit here as a disciple of his younger brother, keeping those rangers at bay.
Tang Jian's eyes narrowed slightly: "..."
Your Majesty... what do you want to do?
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