The "Tang Law" clearly records: "If all the maids marry their daughters and who have already reported their marriage letters and will regret their marriage, they will be 60 feet tall." That is to say, as long as the two parties exchange their marriage letters, the marriage letter will have legal effect, and just like the marriage certificates obtained in later generations, they are officially recognized and protected by the law.

What the woman has been thinking about over the past six months is to make good things with Tang Que. How much self-pity has she experienced? How much despair and the torment of hope? Not to mention everything she encountered at the Tang family the night before yesterday. Although the Tang and Zhang couple had already agreed to the marriage, they were just verbally agreed, and the box in front of her was her real longing.

At this moment, the woman felt that all her strength was being taken away. When she trembled with her hands, the depression in her heart that had accumulated for unknown amounts of time finally blew away. She gently stroked the exquisite sandalwood tribute letter, and the poisonous widow murmured to herself indifferently: "I finally have a home!"

Although she had four nominal husbands, and although she had two houses in the countryside and county town, and one of the largest tung oil shops in the county, the woman in her nearly thirty years old has never really felt the smell of home since the moment she left her parents.

Home is not only money, home is not only tung oil shop, but also home is not only real estate. For a woman like her, without that man, without the child she gave birth to that man, without these people being together every day, everything she has now will never make her feel like home.

When the woman woke up from her chaotic thoughts, the first thing she did was to pick up the box containing her wedding book and run towards the study. On the way she ran over, she felt that she felt something was swelling in her heart and was about to explode. But when she stood in front of Tang Que and saw the man who was smiling at her, she couldn't even say a word.

Seeing the woman doing this, Tang Que put down the "Showing the Tie" in his hand and walked straight from behind the desk to the woman. He also said nothing. He just stretched out his arms and gently hugged the woman into his arms.

After the woman snuggled into her arms, her head leaned against his shoulder. When Tang Que looked around, he saw a smile on Li Yingwan's face that she had never seen before. This smile was very calm, calm, and at ease. Looking at such a smile, people couldn't help but feel a warm warmth from the bottom of their hearts.

Suddenly, Tang Que inexplicably felt a strange feeling, as if he had known the woman in his arms for a long time, and had lived together day and night for a long time...

After hugging each other for a long time, Tang Quecai chuckled in the woman's ear and said, "I'm ready for intermarriage letters here, but when will you take my son-in-law, to meet my father-in-law?"

It seemed that she didn't want to come out of the atmosphere just now. The woman still closed her eyes when she spoke, and her voice was soft, "I'll go back in the afternoon."

"Oh, then I'll send the wedding book with you."

"You are really a son-in-law who knows nothing!" The woman smiled affectionately after hearing this, "You think sending a wedding letter is a trivial matter? Before you come to the door with a gift letter, my house must prepare a long couch first. There must be an incense table on the couch, a water bowl and a knife. This is simple. You must prepare your wine and food carefully for entertaining you. In addition, the gifts you leave when you leave my house cannot be careless. It is also said that it is also possible to use Acheng, you have very few clothes now, so you can take this opportunity to buy a few more pieces."

Seeing that Tang Que was about to say something, the woman stretched out a hand to cover his mouth, "This clothes are not only for sending your new son-in-law to the door, but also for the decency of my family. Don't refuse. Everything else is easy to say. It takes some time to make clothes. I will go back in the afternoon and let you know when the time is set."

Because this intermarriage letter not only involves his own marriage, Tang Queshi also took this opportunity to contact Zhao Laohu, so he thought in his mind that the sooner the better. After hearing such a long story of the woman, he originally wanted to complain about something troublesome, but he finally held it back to his words.

For the woman, every trouble she saw in her eyes had a different meaning. Perhaps she could get happiness and pleasure from these trivial troubles. If you really say the troubles, you would not hurt her heart. "Okay, everything is up to you."

The woman did it as soon as she said she could do it. After leaving Tang Que, she returned to her home in Laoxi Street. She had a rare afternoon free time. Tang Que did not waste his life in the study and went out to Tianfu Temple.

Walking into the courtyard of the old monk Chengning, Tang Que looked up and saw Liu Wuya leaning over on the piano platform in the courtyard.

Seeing that he was concentrating on applying something on the paper with the pen in his hand, Tang Que went over to disturb him and went straight into the abbot.

Cheng Ning, among the abbot, also wrote something on the incense table. Although he heard the sound of Tang Que entering the door, he didn't move. Tang Que paused and walked lightly to the incense table, and saw the old monk silently:

The Buddha told Subhuti: "All Bodhisattvas and Mahasattvas should subdue their minds in this way! All sentient beings, such as eggs, fetal births, dampness, and transformation; if there is color, if there is no color; if there is thought, if there is no thought, if there is no thought, if there is no thought, if there is no thought, if there is no thought, if there is no thought, and if there is no thought, I will all enter the remaining Nirvana and be destroyed. In this way, countless sentient beings are destroyed, but there is actually no sentient beings to be destroyed. Why? Subhuti! If the Bodhisattva has the appearance of self, human appearance, sentient beings, and longevity, he is not a Bodhisattva."

Although Tang Que knew little about Buddhist scriptures, he knew that this extremely famous passage was from the Diamond Sutra. However, what interested him was not the scriptures, but the calligraphy of the old monk.

The calligraphy of the old monk Mo Jing is very strange. Overall, the characters are evenly formed. The horizontal strokes are mostly thin and gradually thicker when the stroke is finished. Its pen is very heavy, showing the momentum of the pen. The strokes are also heavy, and there is no heavy press at the turning point. There is no silkworm head and swallow tail commonly used in calligraphy in various schools. In short, it does not look like it is intentional, but it gives people a simple and unpretentious sense of peace. Yes, the most obvious feeling is peace.

Tang Que has never seen such calligraphy, at least not in the calligraphy works of the previous dynasty.

The old monk left calmly, and Tang Que did not disturb him, but just watched quietly. He was not interested in the scriptures himself, but just carefully examined Chengning's brushwork and the composition structure in the characters to compare with the Zhongshu he had learned.

I don’t know when the old monk quietly finished his pen and asked in an empty voice: “Do you like Buddhist scriptures too?”

"Ah", Tang Que woke up from his meditation, first took away his fingers that he copied unconsciously with the old monk's pen Xukong, and then smiled and said, "Students have no connection with Buddhist scriptures, just the word "Master, Master..."

After putting down the pen, Chengning looked at Tang Quezheng's hand that was withdrawn. A faint and unpredictable smile appeared on the empty face of the dead wood, "This is the 'scripture writing style', which was created specifically for copying Buddhist scriptures, and it is different from what you have learned."

Seeing that Tang Que was puzzled, the old monk explained a few words casually, "This style was created since the Wei, Jin and Six Dynasties. At that time, there were people who specialized in copying Buddhist scriptures for believers, called "Qingsheng". Their words were called "Qingshengshu". Over time, this calligraphy became a unique style, and the name "Qingshengshu". There was not much attention to the Sutra. As long as you are clear and proficient, you can be peaceful and natural."

"Been taught a lesson".

"The same pen is used, and calligraphy and painting skills are similar. Please write a few words to see." After saying that, the old monk had already moved sideways and moved away from the position in front of him.

Tang Que did not expect that the old monk would suddenly come out like this, but since the master wanted to see it, he would not refuse. He immediately stepped forward and picked up the sheep's brush and wrote the three words "Diamond Sutra".

After Tang Que finished writing, he looked at it himself, and felt that he had performed his normal level. After giving in half a step, he waited quietly for the old monk to comment. Although he was calm on his face, he was still a little expectant in his heart.

"Well, Zhong Yuanchang's eight-point regular script!" Tang Que looked forward to it, but the old monk only said these nine words to his words.

At this time, the Mo Jing on the Xiang table had already been done. Cheng Ning took it and handed it to Tang Que. "There are 5,724 words in this sutra. The fourteenth chapter of the Lixiang Nirvana is written. The rest is left to you. You only need to write two hundred words a day, but there must be no stroke or error in these two hundred words."

The old monk's explanation must be justified, but Tang Que can't understand it now. Anyway, he is practicing writing every day, and this is just a by-pass, so he agreed to take the Silent Sutra.

Chengning nodded and returned from the incense table to the futon on the couch sitting cross-legged, "You haven't come some days. Before teaching today, let's talk about Xie Xiayang's six methods first."

Xie Xiayang was a famous painter Xie He during the Six Dynasties. According to the "Continued Paintings" of Nanchen Yaozu, this person wrote about his appearance and characters "small and beautiful, with similar intentions, and no thoughts were lost." He was actually considered a master of figure painting during the Wei, Jin and Six Dynasties. Because he was from Xiayang, Chen County, later generations used to call him Xie Xiayang by his hometown. The last course was taken from his "Collection of Ancient Paintings". It was also in this book that Xie He proposed six methods of painting techniques. The old monk's move clearly meant to take the exam.

"Yes", Tang Que agreed and thought for a moment and spoke: "The so-called six methods are: one is the vivid and lively air, two is the use of the bone method to use the brush, three is the image of objects, four is the color according to the category, five is the management position, and six is ​​the transmission and writing horizontally. These six methods take the vivid and lively air, and the energy is strong, and the rhythm is unobstructed. The other five rules are divided into the basic requirements and specific methods of painting, such as brushwork, color setting, layout and copying. The use of the bone method refers to..."

Jing listened to Tang Que's talk, the old monk nodded after he finished speaking, pointed to the incense table and said, "There is a pair of ancient locust powder in the courtyard painted by me the day before yesterday. You should move the incense table out and copy another powder copy based on my powder and the actual product. Before writing, you must remember the various key points of "bone method and pen". Go, after you copy the powder copy, I will talk to you one by one."

After Tang Que took off all the things on it, he moved Xiang Ke and took Bi Mo out of the yard to settle it. Liu Wuya seemed to have sunk in. After Tang Que made such a big noise, he leaned over on the piano stage without turning his head and looking at it.

As early as in the last course, Tang Que knew that painting in this era was far from what he thought of as Chinese landscapes. The "ink-breaking method" and "smudged method" that later generations were well-known to later generations before they developed slowly after Wang Wei, the founder of literati paintings came out. The paintings before the prosperous Tang Dynasty were similar to those of later generations, that is, first use ink brush to outline the appearance of the objects painted, and then set colors based on them. Therefore, at this time, even the paintings in the previous dynasties were all colored paintings, rather than just black and white like the Chinese paintings in later generations.

In this way, although he learned to paint without "breaking ink" and "smudge" methods, he had to spend a lot of effort on fine brushwork and coloring. The original painting without color is called a pink one.

"If I had known that I would have traveled to Tang for time, how good would I learn to describe and write in later generations? Or would I grab Wang Wei's limelight and get out the ink and wash techniques before this?" Tang Que was still uneasy when he set up the incense table, and these strange ideas inevitably arose.

But it was useless to think about it. Now I can't wear it anymore. As for stealing Wang Wei's limelight, it's a joke. Wang Wei has achieved pioneering achievements based on absorbing senior painters. He didn't understand any painting skills before. Even though he knew the rough idea of ​​painting methods in later generations, he would not have thought of creating such things without any foundation.

This is like everyone in later generations knows that Einstein's theory of relativity is very classic, but if you do not have solid physics knowledge as the foundation, you will not even know the general theory of relativity, and you will not really explain it clearly. To achieve this, you must first lay the foundation of basic physics before proceeding step by step.

A towering building starts from the ground, which means the importance of the foundation.

Tang Que naturally understood this principle. He just imagined it just a moment of random imagination. After he slowly calmed down, he began a solid and long foundation work on Chengning's pink book and the prototype of the locust tree.

Once a person sinks into something, time always passes quickly, let alone Tang Que is a person who is particularly easy to focus on doing things. When he finishes the last stroke, he breathes out a long breath and raises his head, he finds that he is too focused and does not notice that a large number of brilliant and brilliant fire clouds have emerged in the sky at some point. The sky is almost dusk.

One and a half hours passed in an instant.

When Tang Que got up and moved his stiff and sore body, he found that Liu Wuya, who was originally leaning on the piano platform in the yard, had left early. Thinking about Liu Wuya's concentration when he came, he couldn't help but smile.

After Tang Que moved his waist and legs, rubbed his wrists, and after Tang Que moved his body, he moved the desk and returned to the abbot.

The old monk Chengning was not only a high monk, but also a good master who was good at teaching disciples. He had no extra empty words, but he only took Tang Que's pink books to point out the mistakes one by one, and combined with examples to tell the "six methods" again. In this way, Tang Que's listening was targeted, and he gained much greater than listening to the empty talk alone.

This is Tang Que's first time painting a powder book, so there are naturally many problems. Even though the old monk was single-handedly trying to talk about the most basic one, it took nearly an hour to finish the lecture. Then he assigned a "home homework" to Tang Que. After he brought a new powder book next time he came, he waved his hand to let him go.

When Tang Que walked out of the abbot, the beautiful fire clouds in the sky had long disappeared. A narrow crescent moon as narrow as a boat had just hung on the branches of the big locust tree in the yard. Under the hazy moonlight, the sky was simple and quiet. The sound of the evening class bell at the gate of the temple in front came from a distant place, adding a bit of ethereal and ethereal meaning to the quietness.

He looked up at the crescent moon, and Tang Que slowly walked out of the temple with his moonlight bathed in the ethereal bell.

The noisy street market during the day is now much deserted. Through the wide open doors, the lights of thousands of families lit up in the yard areas on both sides can be clearly seen. In order to save the oil of lamps, civilian families are not very bright, and they are not as bright as the neon lights of the nights in later generations. They only sway through the paper-paste windows.

Such lights are far less radiant than the neon lights of later generations, but they show a warm feeling that is easy to get close to. Tang Que looked at the windows illuminated by the lights, listened to the faint laughter, crying, and children's playful sounds, and his mind was always flying in his mind to think about the people in the window and the stories in the window.

I lived in the steel and cement forest in later generations for too long. At this time, I was strolling in this small town and market that was 1,300 years ago. The feeling of ubiquitous "home" silently wrapped it warmly.

In later generations, what Tang Que lacked the most and wanted most was this kind of home feeling. Even if it was not gorgeous enough, as long as it was as warm as these oil lamps. If he was addicted to such an atmosphere, his originally hurried steps were already slower and slower without realizing it.
Chapter completed!