It was after this gunshot that the originally strange atmosphere suddenly disappeared completely. The eyes suddenly lit up, and the guardian god would return to the statue. The originally dim Yanchun Hall also brightened up. More than a dozen candles were burning, emitting a sweet fragrance. This is beeswax!

The eunuchs and palace maids who had fallen asleep woke up one by one. They were so scared that their faces changed color. They fell asleep while serving the immortal master to save people, but they caused a big disaster!

Wen Fei ignored them. The huge gunshot alarmed the entire imperial city. A moment later, neat footsteps came, and a team of imperial guards drove over.

At the same time, in an abandoned temple in a corner of the garden not far away, an old Taoist sitting cross-legged in front of the Taoist altar, bleeding from his eyes, ears, nose and mouth...

On the second day, Wen Fei had just gotten up and walked around, and some people came to visit him. This man was thirty years old, with a pale face and no beard, and looked quite handsome. However, he was Liang Shicheng, the hot eunuch in the palace.

He saw Wen Fei arching to the ground from a distance: "Thank you, the Immortal Master, for speaking up for his righteousness for his father!"

Wen Fei knew that this guy's status was equivalent to that of Wei Zhongxian and Li Lianying. He would rather offend a gentleman than offend a villain. Therefore, he smiled and said, "There is no need to be too polite to be a big head. Su Xian was exiled to the mortal world and returned to the sky, so he didn't have to talk much. Although he was a bit slander now, Su Xian's reputation in the future should be as famous as Li Taibai!"

This is really not a random saying by Wen Fei. In later generations, not only China highly praised Su Dongpo, but even elementary school students knew his bold lyrics. Even those Japanese worship Su Dongpo very much. It is said that there are dozens of festivals related to Su Dongpo in Japan, such as Su Dongpo, which celebrates Su Dongpo's birthday.

Later, Su Dongpo's handwritten "Cold Food Post" was lost to Japan. In September 1923, the Tokyo earthquake in Japan was hit by a disaster, and the ancient calligraphy and paintings of famous people in his collection were almost destroyed. At that time, Kikuchi Seok-do risked his life to rescue "Cold Food Post" from the fire. At that time, Japanese newspapers directly said that even if half of Tokyo was burned out, it would be worth it as long as they could steal the Cold Food Post...

Even the Japanese are so crazy about Su Dongpo's art works, but now those people are actually thinking about banning Su Dongpo's articles and burning Su Dongpo's works. That is really a kick from the head by a donkey!

After saying this, Liang Shicheng's face shone on his face and he arched to the ground again: "Thank you, Master, for revealing the secret of heaven!"

Wen Fei smiled faintly: "It's okay, even if I go to the government, I will say this."

Liang Shicheng was overjoyed and took out a copybook carefully and handed it to Wen Fei and said, "The immortal master admires his father so much, and he should be his soulmate. This cold food post can only be in the hands of the immortal master!"

What, what? This is the Cold Food Post? Wen Fei just turned the allusion his father told him, but he didn't expect to see the real thing.

At this moment, Wen Fei's hands trembled. This is a national treasure! No, it is a national treasure among national treasures. You know, the Han Food Post is not only known as the third running script in the world!

With such a legendary story, it can be worth half of the peerless divine book in Tokyo, Japan. The value of this copybook is infinitely enhanced in Wen Fei's heart.

"I came to Huangzhou, and I have passed the three cold foods. I want to cherish spring every year, but I don't want to cherish spring. This year, I have another bitter rain, and two months of autumn..."

This is the sigh of life that Su Shi made during the Cold Food Festival in the third year of his demotion to Huangzhou. The poem is written in a desolate and passionate way, and the calligraphy of this poem is inspired by this mood and situation.

The calligraphy of the whole book is ups and downs, radiant, unrestrained, without any random pens. It is a person like Wen Fei who is not good at art. However, when you look at the scroll, you can feel a kind of desolation, melancholy, loneliness, which makes people's eyes sore and almost shed tears.

Wen Fei was still thinking about how much money could such a treasure be sold? But when he saw it, he was extremely reluctant to leave and thought to himself: Anyway, there is still a book collected in the Forbidden City in Taipei. I don’t have the seals of those collectors in later generations. If I take it out, others will say it is fake. It’s better to keep it for myself!

Seeing Wen Fei lose his composure, his hands trembled slightly. Liang Shicheng sighed: "This book is in the hands of the immortal master, and it is the right person!"

Wen Fei smiled slightly, but a trembling arises from his deep heart. It seems that he had always had an unreal feeling of dreaminess when traveling through the time and space of the Northern Song Dynasty. But now when he opened the Hanshi Post, he felt Su Dongpo's loneliness and melancholy, as if he suddenly turned the illusory world into reality.

It seems that I have really touched history for the first time...

Liang Shicheng bowed again, but stopped talking. The two of them knew the heart again and laughed at the same time. Then Liang Shicheng said: "What Han Kui said in the past was that the swaying shaking the big tree was ridiculous. There were always some treacherous villains who slandered the father in front of the official family, treated his father as a member of the Yuanyou party, and forbidden to destroy his father's articles. But a certain family wanted to borrow the words of the immortal master and tell the official family!"

Wen Fei naturally agreed at once, first, to make up Liang Shicheng, and second, to overturn the verdict of Su Dongpo, a great writer, so he naturally would not refuse.

With this relationship between the two, everyone is intimate. Liang Shicheng took a step closer and whispered: "Have the Immortal Master received the news from me that I have sent you?"

Wen Fei was stunned and then remembered the small note. It turned out that it was sent by Liang Shicheng, and he felt a little grateful and was about to thank him. But Liang Shicheng lowered his voice and said, "Wang Yuncheng found that he died in the Yuying Pavilion of Yanfu Palace this morning..."

After pausing, he knew that Wen Fei did not know where Yuying Pavilion was. Liang Shicheng lowered his voice and said, "It's not far from the Yanchun Palace where you live, only a few hundred meters away, and was blocked by the rockery palace. Wang Yuncheng is also a Taoist priest, good at magical techniques, and was named the psychic master by the official family. He is as famous as Wang Laozhi and Wang Zaixing, and are both masters of the official family. Of course, the abilities of these people are far inferior to those of the immortal masters... He died of bleeding from his seven orifices, and it seems that he was still opening an altar before his death..."

Liang Shicheng's words were obscure. Wen Fei thought about it for a long time before he understood it. He suddenly understood. Damn, it was Wang Yuncheng who plotted against Dao Ye yesterday! Yesterday, he opened the altar and used the Nightmare magic to deal with me. As a result, I was shot and shocked my soul. This time I was killed by the spell backfire! Wen Fei's speculation was not far from the truth, and he was inseparable from ten.
Chapter completed!