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Chapter 97
Chapter 97
This question actually had an answer in his mind. However, Huacheng's reaction was very different from what he expected.
After a moment of silence, Huacheng suddenly said: "Sorry."
Xie Lian puzzled: "What?"
He originally thought that if the "Qiandengguan" was not an Oolong, then only Huacheng would be most likely to have something to do with it. But no matter whether his guess is right or not, Huacheng has no reason to say sorry. Huacheng didn't answer, just motioned him to go forward with himself, thanking him for following him. The two walked for a while, and when they turned the corner, their sight suddenly became clear, and a palace view with a spiritual light flowed quietly in front of Xie Lian's eyes.
For a moment, his breathing froze.
In all directions, there are ghostly landscapes that are black and red, and surrounded by this, the palace is beautiful, with thousands of lights, like a fairyland.
Such a palace view based on brightness and splendor is located in a ghost city where dragons and snakes are mixed and demons dance. It is so out of place and yet so shocking. The moment you enter your eyes, you will leave an indelible impression in your mind. After a long while, Xie Lian said: "...This is..."
The two of them stood in front of this palace, looking up. Huacheng also raised his head slightly and said: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming a few days ago, thinking that my brother will probably have to participate in their boring game every year in Heaven, so I made this place to have some fun for my brother when he was at the banquet. relieve boredom."
"..."
The way he "removes boredom" is quite astounding. In order to "have some fun" for Xie Lian, I made a view and raised 3,000 prayer lights!
Huacheng bowed his head slightly, adjusted his cuffs, and said: "I didn't want to teach you, because I arranged it without authorization. I built my brother's view in a mess of me. It's better for my brother not to take offense."
Xie Lian immediately shook his head. Huacheng actually felt that it caused him trouble, so he didn't want him to know, he just didn't know what to say. At this point, it would be too weak to say thank you again, so Xie Lian calmed down, took a deep breath, and concentrated on admiring this "Thousand Lamp View", after a moment, he turned his head and said: "This palace is beautiful. Magnificent and ingenious, it takes a few days to complete, so Saburo could not have just built it recently, right?"
Huacheng smiled and said: "Naturally not. Brother looks good, this place was built very early, because it can't be used, so it has been hidden, and I have never let others in. Thank you brother for letting it go. I finally found a use, and it's time to see the light of day."
Hearing this, Xie Lian was slightly relieved.
Since it was built a long time ago, but it has not come in handy, I think it should be used for other purposes at first, and now it is used easily. Otherwise, if Huacheng really built a palace for him, he would be even more uneasy. Of course, the temperament of Yihua City may also be purely for fun. Although Xie Lian was very curious about what the original Huacheng was going to do with a building so different from the ghost city, he still resisted the urge to ask. It's not a good habit to ask too many questions. Who knows when it's time to ask something that shouldn't be asked?
Huacheng Road: "Go in and see?"
Thanks for the pity: "Of course."
The two walked side by side, slowly entering the palace, and strolling on the jade paved floor. Looking around, this view is open and bright, but there are no statues or futons for believers to kneel and worship. Huacheng Road: "It was completed in a hurry, there are a lot of sloppy things, brother Haihan."
Xie Lian smiled: "No. I think it's very good, very good. It's just right to have no statues and futons, and it's best not to have them all the time. However, why don't you even have a plaque?"
This question is by no means a scolding, but there are several jade and flower pavements in the temple with carefully carved dark patterns with the words "Qiandengguan", but the plaque on the facade is not hung. Naturally, it is not because of haste, so he curious to ask. Huacheng smiled and said: "There's no way. I don't have anyone who can write here. You can see the group just now. It's good to be able to read. Does brother have any calligraphy you like? I'll go and invite you to write this sign, or, I think the best way is for my brother to write a picture and hang it on this thousand-lantern view. That would be wonderful."
Saying that, he pointed to the altar in the main hall. The jade table is extremely long and wide, with some offerings and an incense tripod arranged in an orderly manner on it, as well as a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. The two stepped forward and thanked them for pity: "Then why don't you ask Saburo to help me write it."
Hearing this, Huacheng's eyes widened slightly, as if he did not expect him to say this, saying: "Me?"
Thanks for the pity: "Well."
Huacheng pointed to himself and said: "Do you really want me to write?"
Xie Lian noticed something and asked, "What's the problem with Saburo?"
Huacheng raised an eyebrow and said: "There is no difficulty, but..."
Seeing that Xie Lian had been waiting for him to answer, he put his hand up and seemed a little helpless: "Okay. But, I didn't write well."
This is surprising. Xie pity really can't imagine, what will Huacheng do badly, he smiled and said: "Oh? Is that right, write one to see?"
Huacheng asked again: "Do you really want me to write?"
Xie Lian took a few pieces of white paper, spread them neatly on the jade case, and carefully smoothed them out with his own hands. He picked up a closed-eyed purple hair and sent it to him, saying, "Come on."
Seeing that he is ready for everything, Huacheng said: "Okay. But don't laugh."
Xie Lian nodded: "That's natural."
So, Huacheng took the pen and wrote it seriously. Xie Lian watched from the side, the more he looked, the more unpredictable his face became.
He really wanted to hold back, but he couldn't. Huacheng wrote madly on the paper, and said with a little warning and a little joke: "Brother."
Xie Lian immediately turned his face and said, "My fault."
He didn't want to, but he had what he could do. The words of Huacheng are really funny!!
Even the craziest wild grass Xie Lian has ever seen is not half wild. This wildness is also mixed with a crooked evil spirit that blows the face, and I am afraid that everyone in calligraphy will roll their eyes and pass out. Xie Lian took a long time to recognize the ghost characters of "Canghai", "Water", "Wushan" and "Cloud". He guessed that he should have written "Once the sea was difficult for water, except Wushan is not a cloud".
Thinking that Huacheng is a tyrant in the ghost world, so afraid of ghosts, he finally showed this expression on a certain matter, and it was still a matter of writing. After waving the finished work, he pretended to be calm and said, "Well. It has a lot of personality, and it is a family of its own. There is a 'wind'."
Huacheng put the pen on the pen, and the posture was quite impressive. He smiled and said, "Is it crazy?"
Xie Lian pretended not to hear, and commented seriously: "Actually, it is not difficult to write well, but it is difficult to write your own 'wind'. If it only looks good, but looks the same, it is also inferior. Saburo's way is very good. , with everyone's style, swallowing mountains and rivers..." There are eight words behind: the mountains and rivers are broken, and the troops are in chaos. There is no way, it is also very hard to compile praise people. Huacheng listened, and raised his eyebrows higher, doubting: "Really?"
Thanks for the pity: "How did I ever deceive Saburo?"
Huacheng slowly added a few new incense to the small golden cauldron on the side. In the dark fragrance of smoke, he seemed to be indifferent: "I really want to write it. It's just that no one teaches, I don't know what is the trick."
He was asking the right person. Xie Lian pondered: "There is no trick, but..." After thinking about it, I finally felt that I couldn't say it all. I walked closer, picked up a pen, and wrote two lines next to the poem written by Huacheng on the paper. , in one go, looked at it for a while, and sighed with a smile: "Ashamed. I haven't had the opportunity to write for many years, and it's not as good as before."
Huacheng stared at the four lines of words with vastly different styles and different styles, especially the last two sentences connected by Xie Lian - "Take the second flower bush to look back lazily, half of the cultivator and half of the prince", and read the verses repeatedly. Several times, the eyes linger. After a while, he looked up and said, "Ask for advice?"
Thanks for the pity: "I don't dare to advise." So, he told Huacheng about the essentials of getting started, without reservation, and taught him the experience of practicing calligraphy when he was young.
The fragrance is curling, the lights are bright, thank you for speaking seriously, and Huacheng listens attentively. In the hall, the words are slow and soft, and the pictures and voices are very soft. After a while, Xie Lian said: "Will you try again?"
Huacheng "Oh", took the pen, and seemed to write a few words quite seriously. Xie Lian looked at him, held up his hands, tilted his head, and said: "It's interesting. But..."
However, he always felt that there was something wrong with Huacheng's writing. Frowning for a moment, he suddenly found out what was wrong - Huacheng didn't hold the right pen at all.
Even the posture of holding the pen is messy, of course it's wrong!
Xie Lian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, stood a little closer, reached out to correct without thinking, and said: "The way you hold is wrong, so..."
When he reached out his hand, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. The two were not teachers and apprentices, so it was too close to teach them hand in hand. But since the shot has been made, there is no reason to rashly withdraw it, but it is deliberate. Therefore, after hesitating for a moment, he still did not withdraw. Think about it again, didn't Huacheng teach him to roll the dice like this last time? Although Xie Lian felt that he didn't learn anything that time, there was a vague feeling of being deceived afterward, but this time, He really wanted to teach Huacheng something. So, Xie Lian's warm palm rested on the back of Huacheng's cold hand, holding it gently, driving his gestures to swim, and whispered: "This way..."
Feeling that Huacheng's holding pen was frantic, he controlled it slightly and corrected it. It didn't take a moment for him to feel that his men's movements were even more frantic and uncontrollable, so he had to hold them tighter. The words written by the two people were twisted and twisted, and they were unsightly. The more Xie Lian wrote, the more wrong they felt, and couldn't help saying: "This..."
Huacheng seems to have made a bad success and let out a low laugh. The ink on the paper is rampant, Xie Lian said helplessly: "Sanlang...don't do this. Study hard and write well."
Huacheng Road: "Oh."
At first glance, it is pretending to be serious. Xie Lian shook his head and laughed.
Although Huacheng's hand is cold, he is holding it in his hand, but he is inexplicably holding a soldering iron, and he dare not use any more force. At this time, the corner of Xie Lian's eyes suddenly swept to the edge of the offering platform and froze.
He looked sideways and saw a small flower standing alone in the corner of the jade table.
The author has something to say:
Huahua taught His Highness to be careful, and when His Highness taught Huahua, he taught dry goods honestly. Huahua is so bad~
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