Yan Chixia said: "How can there be so many talented people like you in the world?"
When Mr. Junfu saw that he had misunderstood, he did not explain. He just smiled and shook his head.
Yan Chixia said regretfully: "I once heard that your husband has learned a lot, but he hides himself in the mountains. It's such a pity."
"What's the pity? I study for the sake of wisdom, and write poetry for the sake of pleasure. I live in Gushan, with plum trees as my wife and cranes as my sons, and I have enjoyed the greatest happiness here." Mr. Junfu said.
Yan Chixia was silent and said: "I just think that if you are willing to serve as an official, you may be able to make some achievements."
Mr. Junfu said: "One hundred years of life is just a fleeting moment, so why bother to be imprisoned? One more monarch in the officialdom is not much, one less monarch is not much. No matter how hard you work, you may not be satisfied in the end."
Mr. Jun Fu's eyes were twitching, but after a moment, he looked at Yan Chixia again and said, "But don't imitate me, I am happy here."
Gong Mengbi laughed and said, "Sir, don't worry about him. How can you live up to such a beautiful moonlight?"
Mr. Jun Fu looked at the moon in the clouds and said with a smile, "Exactly."
White cranes fly under the moon, billowing in the sea of clouds, enjoying themselves as much as they want.
Mr. Junfu raised the flute and started playing it slowly.
The whistling sound carried the vast and desolate atmosphere of winter, spreading far and deep.
Listening to this tune, Gong Mengbi seemed to have transformed into a wandering cloud and wild crane, flying among the mountains and rivers.
He took out the Huwen Qin and played it along with Mr. Jun Fu's Dongxiao. The sound of the Qin rippled like gurgling water.
Mr. Junfu glanced at Gong Mengbi happily, and then he played the piano and flute together and disappeared into the moonlight.
Both Gong Mengbi and Yan Chixia seemed to have entered a dreamland where the crane was flying to the west and the waves were misty.
I don't know when it dawned, but the sound of the piano disappeared and the sound of Xiao also disappeared.
Gong Mengbi and Yan Chixia woke up and could no longer see Mr. Junfu and his wife Mei.
His crane folded its wings at some point and hid somewhere.
Only a bit of ghostly aura is left behind, keeping people away from thousands of miles away.
Gong Mengbi said: "Let's go."
Yan Chixia followed him, stretched her body, and said, "It was such a clear night's sleep."
Gong Mengbi said: "It's a pity that you can't be Mr. Junfu, you can only be Yan Chixia."
Yan Chixia laughed loudly and said, "Mr. Junfu enjoys it, and I also follow my heart."
Yan Chixia suddenly became interested and asked: "Brother Mingfu, what about you? Do you want to be Mr. Junfu, or do you want to be Yan Chixia?"
Gong Mengbi said: "Of course I will be Gong Mingfu."
Gong Mengbi and Yan Chixia played around the West Lake for a few days, visited the temples and Taoist temples by the lake, and saw the local customs. During the period, they went to Yongjin Pond to introduce Yan Chixia to Yuan Yao, so that they could have a better relationship in the future. A response.
A few days later, when Gong Mengbi was sleeping in the shrine, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
When he went out, he saw a child wearing tortoise shell waiting by the door.
Seeing Gong Mengbi, the boy said: "Shangxian, my Eighth Prince is back. I wonder if you have time to come to Shuifu to meet him?"
Gong Mengbi followed the boy to Qiantang Dragon Palace.
Although the child carries armor on his back, he does not walk slowly. Gong Mengbi looked at him carefully and realized that he was wearing a pair of speed boots and walking on the shore like flying. No wonder he could be a messenger.
The boy took Gong Mengbi to the Dragon Palace. This time he did not see Qiantang Dragon Lord. The person who received him was His Highness the Eighth Prince.
His Highness the Eighth Prince was a young man with a somewhat bookish air. When he saw Gong Mengbi, he cupped his hands and said, "Brother Mingfu."
Gong Mengbi didn't even dare to call him "Your Highness the Eighth Prince".
His Highness the Eighth Prince smiled and said: "Father calls you my nephew, why do you need to be polite to me anymore? Just call me Hanzhang."
His Highness Hanzhang led Gong Mengbi to the martial arts field in the Dragon Palace and said: "Brother Mingfu wants to learn dragon writing. He must first observe the dragon shape. If you can't perform it in the palace, it is more suitable to come to the martial arts field."
Gong Mengbi said: "Thank you. When I came here last time, I heard from Mr. Long that Your Highness went to Jinshan Temple to discuss Zen. Does Your Highness also practice Zen?"
His Highness Hanzhang said: "The old abbot of Jinshan Temple is very proud. A few days ago, at the Zhengzheng Dharma Conference, he invited the eminent monks from Qiantang to attend meditation and discuss Taoism, so I went to join in the fun. Most of us have to practice with our elders, but I I have always been clumsy, so I have to brainstorm ideas, draw parallels, practice meditation, and discuss Taoism, but I am not very good at it."
Gong Mengbi could see that he was self-effacing. If he was really miscellaneous but not refined, how could he discuss Zen with those eminent monks?
Gong Mengbi praised: "His Royal Highness is knowledgeable and has extraordinary magnanimity."
His Highness Hanzhang showed some discomfort and said: "My father doesn't think much of it. He is afraid that if I learn it over and over again, I may not be able to compare with the ancestor's method in the end. Let's not talk about this anymore, let's get started."
The martial arts arena has been vacated, leaving it to the two of them.
His Highness Hanzhang said that in order to learn dragon writing, he must first observe the shape of the dragon. As expected, he meant observing the dragon in the martial arts arena.
His Highness Hanzhang would not reveal his true form in person for Gong Mengbi to figure out. Just gathering water to form a dragon would be vivid enough.
Gong Mengbi followed the guidance of His Highness Hanzhang to see the water dragon. Sure enough, he saw many ways. He smiled and said: "It can be quiet, bright, thin, huge, short, and long; it can ascend to the sky at the spring equinox, and it can submerge at the autumnal equinox." Abyss. There are endless changes, it’s really magical.”
Facing the water dragon roaming in the martial arts arena, His Highness Hanzhang began to teach Gong Meng Bi Long Wen.
"Dongting Fu" is a eloquent chapter, but it is not so easy to actually learn it. Especially when Gong Mengbi didn't have Long Wen before, it was always more difficult to start from scratch.
Fortunately, he is smart enough, has a good memory, and can sense the atmosphere in Long Wenzhong, so learning is not as slow as expected.
His Highness Hanzhang praised: "Brother Mingfu is very talented and intelligent, which is the only one I have seen in my life."
Gong Mengbi said: "That's all I have."
Of course, there was no way to learn them all at once. When Gong Mengbi saw that it was almost time, he said goodbye and left, and agreed on a time to come next time.
After Gong Mengbi left, His Highness Hanzhang murmured to himself, "With such appearance and talent, he is destined not to be a mediocre person. No wonder my father asked me to stop my little sister from meeting him."
"You really need to stop it, so as not to create a bad relationship."
In the days that followed, Gong Mengbi frequently traveled between Qiantang Dragon Palace and the West Lake. It took him nearly a month to recognize all the dragon characters in "Dongting Fu".
Everything is difficult at the beginning, but as I learn more and more about Long Wen, I will soon be able to draw inferences from one instance to another, and I will learn faster and faster.
His Highness Hanzhang was amazed and said: "Brother Mingfu, do you think when will my cousin-in-law finish reading "Dongting Fu"?"
The cousin-in-law is naturally the husband of Dongting Dragon Girl.
Gong Mengbi shook his head and said he couldn't guess.
His Highness Hanzhang said: "It took him ten years."
Gong Mengbi is understandable. The characters used in the human world are different from the dragon characters. To understand the dragon characters, you must also understand the power of the dragon.
The dragon text embodies the power of the dragon so directly that it is not easy to learn for ordinary people who have no practice, or for practitioners who have preconceptions and intellectual obstacles.
It's just that my cousin-in-law is a good person, otherwise he wouldn't be favored by his cousin.
His Highness Hanzhang looked at Gong Mengbi. He became more and more satisfied and felt relieved.
"Father, father, such a talented person, even if he is given to a younger sister, he will not disgrace the family."
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