Chapter 198: The storm

After drawing a lottery, the lady went to listen to the monk chanting Buddhist scriptures. Chen Ao and Zhou Ruo left the Heavenly King Hall and headed all the way to the Mangosteen Room.

Chen Ao asked Zhou Ruo, "Cousin, what wish did you ask for just now?"

Zhou Ruo retorted: "You say it first, I will tell you after you tell me."

Chen Ao said with great seriousness: "I ask the Bodhisattva to bless the world peace and eliminate all disasters and plagues in the world. There is no more killing or cunning in the world, only harmony and happiness are left."

Zhou Ruo bit his lip and chuckled: "I don't understand your thoughts? Cousin, you must be praying to marry Zhenzhen and Chun'er as soon as possible." Although Zhou Ruo looked wise, as if he had penetrated Chen Ao's thoughts at a glance, his heart felt sour and a little tingling when he said this sentence.

Chen Ao shook his head and said quietly: "My cousin misunderstood me. In fact, for me, any kind of Bodhisattva blessing is empty. People conquer nature. Everything depends on their own efforts, not on any god or Buddha."

It happened that a middle-aged man with a pockmarked face came up the mountain alone. Chen Ao secretly pointed at the pockmarked face and said, "Cousin, this person may hope that the Bodhisattva will give him a mountain of gold and silver when praying, and then ten or eight ladies from the family will marry him. The Bodhisattva really has this ability. There is gold and silver everywhere in the world. One hundred thousand and eight thousand fairies fell from the mortal world and it is not enough for people to share. Do you think so?"

Chen Ao's fallacies were quite convincing. Zhou Ruo smiled and said, "You are just fooling my mother by saying so."

Chen Ao shook his head, my dear, how do you understand your buddy's sentiment, and said, "I mean, people rely on their own efforts. But they still have to be respectful to the Buddha."

Zhou Ruo said seriously: "What wish do my cousin thinks I pray for?"

Chen Ao covered his mouth and laughed: "It's mostly secondary development, and the older I grow, the more beautiful it is. My cousin is not interested in knowing."

Zhou Ruo said angrily: "Nonsense, what is secondary development?"

Chen Ao glanced at Zhou Ruo's bulging chest and said suddenly: "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed. I haven't eaten Kongding for a long time. Kongjing's two Zen masters, Haha, I'm so looking forward to it."

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost and thinking he is smart, but he is actually a fool." Zhou Ruo cursed in his heart. Thinking of the wish he had just prayed, his pretty face turned slightly red, and he couldn't help but look at Chen Ao, who was shaking the fan and taking a step forward.

When I arrived at the mangosteen room, there were people gathered here. Zhou Ruo was a daughter and could not squeeze in. But Yingying stood outside and said to Chen Ao: "Cousin, go and take a look."

Chen Ao nodded and squeezed in to see that an old man with white hair and hair was carrying a pen on the desk. People around him looked silently with breathing. When the old man wrote running script, he had a certain temperament. His dry hands were pinching the pen, which was vigorous and powerful. Although the layout was in a regular and medium manner, the place where the pen and ink fell was very suitable.

His calligraphy is very strong, and he immediately snatches a hook, which immediately arouses many people's praise. The two of them stood against the case, Kong Ding and Kong Jing. They were all focused on reading the old man's running script, but did not notice Chen Ao.

The old man danced down and finally finished his pen. He opened his turbid eyes and put down his pen and said, "How?"

Everyone said, "Good calligraphy is grand, powerful, colorful, bold and elegant, and has a bit of Yan Lu Gong's style."

The old man smiled and said to Kongjing: "Zen Master, are you convinced?"

The face of Kongjing was as quiet as autumn water, Gao Xuan said to the Buddha: "I am convinced."

The old man smiled again: "So, Zen Master, who has the more powerful calligraphy than the people of Bianjing?"

Chen Ao felt funny at first glance. It turned out that the dispute between running script evolved into a regional dispute. I believe they were discussing calligraphy first. The old man should be from Chang'an, so he naturally listed the famous calligraphers in Chang'an, who were called Yan Zhenqing by Yan Lugong at that time. The monks were dissatisfied and refuted a few words, which led to this conflict.

Chen Ao was funny in his heart. Chang'an and Bianjing are both places where literary talent gather, and no matter how many people compete for their own will, they can distinguish between the superiority and inferiority.

Kong Jing said: "I can't speak the donor in my running script, but when it comes to Chang'an and Bianjing, I can't tell you anything."

The old man snorted coldly and slapped the table and said, "So who is more powerful than the calligraphy of Mr. Chen in your mouth?"

Mr. Chen, wasn’t he talking about me? Chen Ao was stunned. No wonder so many people applauded the old man. There are the most people in Bianjing here. According to common sense, support should be supported. It turns out that Zen masters wanted to compare themselves with Yan Zhenqing. Who is Yan Zhenqing? That is a calligraphy master who is as famous as Wang Xizhi, Ouyang Xun, Liu Gongquan and others. I don’t know how many people respect and yearn for Yan’s regular script founded. Compared with him, he is really an unknown person.

Kong Jing said: "Mr. Chen's calligraphy is cunning and changeable, and it is difficult to judge it with common sense. However, in regular script, I am afraid that Mr. Yan Lu is the best."

This sentence is extremely clever. Yan Zhenqing’s best-known regular script. As for cursive script and official script, it is naturally weaker. It means that Chen Ao’s regular script may not be as good as Yan Zhenqing, but other fonts are not bad.

The old man said angrily: "What are these words? I want to see what kind of ability does this Mr. Chen have to be comparable to Mr. Yan Lu."

Everyone clamored again, most of them followed the old man. One of them looked at Chen Ao up and down and said in surprise: "You, aren't you the Young Master Chen?"

Chen Ao quickly waved his hand: "Brother, you recognize the wrong person. Mr. Chen knows me, but I don't know him. Could it be that I look like Mr. Shen? No, Mr. Chen is so handsome and handsome, known as the little white dragon in jade face, but is far inferior to him."

No matter how stupid Chen Ao is, he dare not compare with Yan Zhenqing. Most of Yan Zhenqing's fans are identified here. If someone points out, it is very likely to lead to violent incidents. A gentleman does not stand a dangerous wall, and he cannot count on the aura of a turtle, so it is better to firmly deny it.

Kong Jing raised her eyes and her eyes fell on Shen Ao. Seeing that Chen Ao was about to withdraw, she said, "So Young Master Chen is here too."

At this moment, Chen Ao couldn't leave even if he wanted to leave. He gritted his teeth and saw countless people watching, and laughed dryly: "Hello Zen Master, where is Shi Xiaohu? Why didn't I see him? You wait a moment, I'll come to find him. Remember to wait for me, and I will come back if I go."

"Let's go!" The old man blew his beard and blocked him, and the crowd surrounded Chen Ao's way.

When a disaster comes, Chen Ao has no choice but to stop and say, "I wonder what sir has to do?"

The old man said, "My surname is Zhang. Can you ask if you are Mr. Chen?"

Chen Ao smiled and said, "It turns out that it is Senior Zhang. He has lost respect and respect. He has long admired his reputation, which is like thunder. When he sees him today, it is like the spring breeze blowing on his face, which makes the students' tiger body refresh. The students are Chen Ao, and I don't know what the seniors have to teach him."

The old man named Zhang said, "Senior, I dare not be accused of it. Just call me Zhang Qi. I heard that Mr. Chen's running script is not as good as Mr. Yan Lu, so I want to ask for advice."

At this time, the more reserved he is, the better. In front of Shen Ao, he was neither the prince nor the dead eunuch named Liang, so there was no need to speak loudly and offend others. Chen Ao said modestly: "Duke Yan Lu? I don't know where to start with this sentence for seniors. Students admire Yan Lu Gong the most. Yan Lu Gong's running script is a role model for students. It is too late to copy and appreciate it day and night. As for the difference between him, it is something that even I dare not think about."

Seeing that he was humble, Zhang Qi suddenly reduced his hostility and finally squeezed out some smiles and said, "No matter what, you have learned running script, so why not let us open our eyes?"

I am afraid that these people will not give up today, Chen Ao smiled slightly and said, "I am afraid that everyone will laugh, but Senior Zhang is hard to let down, and Chen Ao is not allowed to show his shame." When he walked to the desk, he picked up his pen in front of everyone, changed to a piece of rice paper, and said, "Please give advice from two Zen masters and Senior Zhang."

Zhang Qi's favor for him increased a little, and he stopped being aggressive, stroked his beard and said, "Young Master Chen, please write."

Chen Ao dipped ink, focused a little, then he started writing, moved his wrist lightly, and began to write. Zhang Qi looked at it intently, and when he looked, he felt that Chen Ao’s layout was unique and had never seen it in his life, but he couldn’t tell the difference in this layout.

Among the masters, you can see the general strength of the other party just by looking at the layout. Zhang Qi couldn't help but shout, "Young Master Chen is young and has such achievements. Although he is not as good as Mr. Yan Lu, it is already very rare. The younger generation is terrifying, and the younger generation is terrifying."

Chen Ao continued to write, but he used cursive script, and he dared not use regular script. Just now, people mentioned Yan Zhenqing, the ancestor of regular script. If he used regular script himself, he would inevitably be provocative. He just wanted to come here to drink tea and eat some pastries, but he didn't dare to cause trouble anymore.

Chen Ao's running script also has a big and wide-ranging attitude. In addition, the book written is cursive. After writing it automatically, he kept writing it in one go. He wrote on the paper: "As long as you have a righteous life, you will live a life of loyal brothers and brothers throughout the ages; loyalty, filial piety, gods and immortals have no different principles, and you will become famous in the world and heaven."

The last word "name" ended, and some cold sweat had already oozed out from Chen Ao's forehead. Finally, he let out a sigh and put down his pen and said, "Please offer ugly, offer ugly."

Everyone first read the poem. The rhythm of this poem is good, but the poetic meaning is a bit plain. However, when they look at it, many people said: "This poem is right for the life of Shang Yan Lu Gong, Mr. Chen, this poem is well written."

When Yan Zhenqing was alive, he was repeatedly excluded because of his integrity and integrity. After the Anshi Rebellion, he contacted his elder brother Yan Gaoqing to raise an army to resist. The seventeen nearby counties responded and were promoted to the leader of the alliance. He combined 200,000 troops, which made An Lushan dare not rush to attack Tongguan, so he was ordered to be the crown prince's grand tutor and Duke of Lu. In his later years, the governor of Huaixi Li Xilie rebelled. The treacherous prime minister Lu Qi took the opportunity to kill him with the hand of Li Xilie and sent him to persuade him. Although Yan Zhenqing knew that he was dead, he still went forward and accepted the mission. He went to the rebel camp and was hanged by the rebel general Li Xilie.
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