Chapter 2 Chapter Two

"Last year, Zuo moved to Yelang Road, and the glazed inkstones were always withered. This year, Wu Shanyang was released by imperial edict, and the Jiaolong pen was born with brilliance..." "Very well, what's next?" "Hmm... Holy, what holy..." Luo Zhongxia pretended to casually scan the receding scenery outside the carriage, scratching her ears and cheeks. Yan Zheng sat across from him holding "The Complete Works of Li Taibai", with a half-smile, "Let me give you some hints." After he finished speaking, he raised his right hand and made a gesture of grabbing forward, imitating the soldiers of the Qin army in "Heroes", "Dafeng, Dafeng!"

Luo Zhongxia slowly let out a breath from his lungs, and read out the next two sentences: "The Holy Master still listens to Zixu's fu, but Xiangru is like discussing articles." This is really ironic, Taibai's famous poems through the ages, he still has to rely on this low-level image memory method to remember.But it's no wonder Luo Zhongxia, the allusions used in these two poems will naturally remind people of Ou Zilong, who is as fierce as a wolf, and his Lingyun brush, which was made from Sima Xiangru and can control the wind and clouds. This is also a helpless move.Although the Qinglian pen residing in Luo Zhongxia's body is only a posthumous writing, after all, it inherits the spirit of Taibai. The more the host understands Taibai's poems, the closer it is to Taibai's own spirit, and the stronger the ability of the pen spirit.Luo Zhongxia's foundation in Chinese studies is too weak. If he uses the four realms of "facilitation and refinement" in Peking Opera as a metaphor, he can't even talk about "facilitation", so he has to take the most orthodox path: memorizing poems.

As the saying goes: "If you are familiar with three hundred Tang poems, you can fight without knowing how to write poems." The road ahead is uncertain, and there are many dangers.In order to save his life, Luo Zhongxia had no choice but to cheer up and obediently swallow these many poems by Li Bai first.It's a pity that no matter how he recited it, Qinglian Pen ignored it, as if he had never heard of it, as if he knew that even if his host shook his head and recited Tang poems, it would be a spring breeze. According to the hint in the poem left by Xiao Rong, there are two suspected places in the Tubi Tomb, one is the Yongxin Temple in Shaoxing, Zhejiang, and the other is the Lutian Nunnery in Changsha, Hunan.They decided to go to Shanghai first, and go to Yongxin Temple, which is the most likely place.They took the slow train and had a long journey, so they could pass the time by reciting poetry training.

"You can't go on like this. I only memorized two or three poems in a few hours." Yan Zheng kowtowed his fingers, his whole body brimming with a sense of "nothing to do with him".There is also a pen spirit in his body, but he doesn't have as many troubles as Luo Zhongxia.His pen spirit is called "Thrush", which was inspired by Zhang Chang in the Han Dynasty. As long as he respects women, he can combine his pen with his pen, and he doesn't need to memorize anything. Luo Zhongxia unscrewed the bottle of green tea annoyed, and drank a few sips: "Forget it, forget it, I won't recite this song, and I don't have much combat power, so find some high-spirited and heroic poems, such as "Manjianghong" or something of."

"<Manjianghong>, right? Wait for me to look through it and see if there is any..." Yan Zheng, who is also uneducated, opened the catalog and scanned around, "Bah, the complete works are still there, this poem is not included... ...But having said that, this article is full of traditional Chinese characters, and it is vertically arranged, which really hurts the eyes." "You can treat it with your finger." Yan Zheng's eyebrow pencil has a wonderful time-reversing effect. You can use your fingers to return the state of objects or people to an uncertain past. Each of the ten fingers is an opportunity.However, Yan Zheng has not yet learned how to control it, and the length of time and recovery speed are not very reliable.

"It can't be used indiscriminately. There are quite a few of them. I managed to recover to this level." Yan Zheng stretched out his fingers. Except for the two thumbs and the ring finger of his right hand, the other seven fingers were shrouded in a faint red light. Seeing this scene, Luo Zhongxia touched his chest subconsciously.In addition to the Qinglian pen, there is another pen spirit called "Dianyan" sleeping there.Since the pen tomb, he can be regarded as the first person to have two pen spirits in his body at the same time.Zeng Guifen was worried that the two brushes would collide with each other and cause irreversible damage to the body of the host, but these few days the finishing touch pen has remained silent and silent, as if completely suppressed by the Qinglian pen.As for the ability and temperament of this finishing touch pen, I don't know at all.

At this time, Er Zhuzi came over with two bowls of steaming hot Master Kong, walking very steadily in the narrow aisle.Yan Zheng and Luo Zhongxia memorized poems for noon, and they were already hungry, so they quickly took the bowl of noodles, put them on the hard table, and waited for three minutes.Luo Zhongxia found that there were only two bowls, so he asked Erzhuzi, "I said Zhuzi, don't you want to eat?" "Oh, I'll eat this." Erzhuzi smiled foolishly, took out two white steamed buns from his arms, and started chewing without any. Monk Peter returned to Wei Zhuang, and Master Zeng Guifen was sick in bed, so he was sent to follow Luo and Yan.Erzhuzi's real name is Wei Caiyong, but because the name is hard to pronounce and difficult to remember, both Luo and Yan feel that Erzhuzi's name is easy to pronounce.

Luo Zhongxia put the steel spoon on top of the bowl and pressed it down, and asked casually, "Speaking of which, you don't have any pen skills?" Er Zhuzi swallowed a mouthful of steamed buns, and replied, "Grandma said that the ones selected by the pen spirit are all talented people. I am stupid, and I am not a material for reading, haha." At this point, he smirked and scratched his head. , "I used to go to school in Weizhuang, and later my family sent me to Henan Martial Arts School. Grandma said that if I learn boxing honestly, I will be able to achieve success in the future, and I don't have to squeeze into the single-plank bridge of being a pen official."

Yan Zheng said sternly: "Teacher Zeng is right. The great American wrestler Brock Lesnar has a saying, "Fist is afraid of youth and strength is fear of hard work." With your solid foundation, as long as you don't enter the Wushu Association, Sooner or later, you will achieve great success. I think you, like me, are born with the destiny to be a martial artist." Luo Zhongxia said sadly: "That's right, learning boxing is much better than being a pen official, there is not so much right and wrong..." He touched his pocket, where there was the driver's license of Fang Bin, the previous owner of the dotting pen. .He and Fang Bin have never lived in life, and he has no idea of ​​what happened to him before him.However, Luo Zhongxia saw him being killed by Ou Zilong because of his pen spirit, so he couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic.Keeping this driver's license can be regarded as a little memory.

At this moment, the speed of the scenery outside the window slowed down, and the car broadcast said that it was about to arrive at Jinan Station ahead, and it would stop for ten minutes.Yan Zheng lifted the lid of the bowl, and a scent wafted into his nostrils. He took a deep breath and said happily, "The timing is just right, we can eat in peace." The three of them stopped talking, each bowed their heads and began to eat, sweeping away the dull atmosphere of reciting poems and reciting Fu just now.Er Zhuzi looked out of the window curiously while chewing on the steamed buns.Jinan is the capital of Shandong Province, and it is a large station. The platform is densely packed with passengers carrying luggage on their shoulders, all of them with their wives and young children, staring at each other.Small vendors pushing their carts have already seized the favorable terrain, and the cries of "Dezhou Braised Chicken" and "Jinan Bacon" are endless.

The train stopped firmly next to the platform with a bang, and the flight attendants in each carriage opened the doors, and the already impatient passengers rushed in, and the originally relatively loose carriages were immediately squeezed to the brim.Those who call for companions, those who are looking for seats, those who drop off at the station without buying a platform ticket, and those who carry oversized luggage divide the carriage into countless small and narrow spaces. This chaos lasted for seven or eight minutes before returning to normal order.A few lucky passengers found vacant seats, but most of them squeezed into the aisle, or sat on their own luggage, or assumed a posture that was more suitable for standing for a long time.An old man tried to take out a cigarette, but a young man next to him said displeasedly: "Smoking is prohibited here, if you want to smoke, please go out!" The uncle took a look at the young man and found that he was a head taller than himself, so he had to put the cigarette away in resentment. go back. The whistle sounded for a long time, and the train started slowly again with a jolt.Yan Zheng and Er Zhuzi had already finished eating, and they were lying on the side of the car window looking out. It is said that in a few minutes, they will be able to see the most famous Baotu Spring in Quancheng.Luo Zhongxia was the only one left to stir the bottom of the bowl with a small plastic fork, hoping to find a few more stalks of whiskers that had been missed. Suddenly, a chant came from the turbulent crowd: "This pavilion on the right side of the sea is ancient, and there are many famous people in Jinan." Luo Zhongxia didn't know that this was Du Fu's famous quote, but thought it was a local Jinan bragging, so he sneered and ignored it.Unexpectedly, the voice gradually approached, and the chanter had already squeezed to the side: "What's your name, sir?" Luo Zhongxia looked up and saw a young man who had just gotten into the car.This man had a good figure for playing basketball, and he was condescending when talking to Luo Zhongxia. There were still a few strands of white hair floating on his forehead, but his chin was sharp, and he always raised it unconsciously, showing a bit of arrogance. Luo Zhongxia hated this kind of guys the most—especially handsome ones—so without raising his eyelids, he reluctantly replied out of politeness: "My surname is Luo..." As soon as the word "Luo" was uttered, the surroundings instantly became quiet, as if an invisible soundproof wall fell down in an instant. Luo Zhongxia thought it was his own illusion at first, but after a few seconds, he began to realize that something was wrong: not only the sound, but also the light, smell, temperature and even gravity were swallowed up at once, and the body seemed to be completely thrown into it all at once. The field of "nothing". All of this happened too suddenly. He was eating noodles on the noisy train a second ago, but now he is deeply trapped here. Luo Zhongxia was completely unprepared for this, and couldn't help but look around in horror.But he only saw boundless and deep darkness, and it was very sticky.Luo Zhongxia tried to swing his arms, but found that his body was in a wonderful floating state, with no top or bottom. After an unknown amount of time, a layer of faint cyan fluorescence emerged from his chest, gradually covering his whole body.This little light was insignificant in the endless darkness, but it made Luo Zhongxia feel more at ease.This is human nature, where there is light, there is hope.Soon the fluorescent light wrapped his whole body, and Luo Zhongxia found that his body was slowly melted by this layer of light, and his body changed strangely. He becomes a pen. Zhuang Sheng turned into a butterfly, Laozi turned into a Hu, Mendeleev turned into chemistry, and now Luo Zhongxia turned into a Qinglian pen.At the end of the pen is a green lotus, full of fine details, full of brilliance. After all, Luo Zhongxia also experienced a few tough battles, and quickly calmed down from the initial panic.The current situation is unclear, and the only thing that is certain is that a new official has appeared.Luo Zhongxia did not expect the enemy to come to him so quickly. Seeing the darkness, he suddenly wondered whether this new enemy, like the five-color pen before, could seal the surrounding environment in darkness and not be affected by the outside world?However, there are still some differences between these two kinds of darkness. The darkness of the five-color pen is only a physical cover, while the darkness in front of him seems to deprive him of all feelings. At this moment, a ray of light flashed in the distance, like a shooting star piercing the sky in the middle of the night, and a voice sounded from all directions. "Luo Zhongxia, welcome to my 'realm'." The sound did not pass through the eardrum, but directly hit the brain, so Luo Zhongxia could only understand the meaning, but could not judge the characteristics of the sound. "Damn, I don't want to come!" he yelled, opening his mouth, regardless of whether opening his mouth actually helped. "When you answered my words, it was already doomed, and you did it voluntarily." The voice replied. "Voluntary? Is your family voluntary like this?" "I set up a rhyme in Dushi's poems in advance. Once activated, as long as you speak the words of the same rhyme, you will be sucked into my domain immediately. This is a necessary condition for you to enter here." Luo Zhongxia recalled the scene just now, the man said out of nowhere, "There is an ancient pavilion on the right side of the sea, there are many famous people in Jinan", it seems that it was a trap laid at that time.He was not on guard, and casually replied, "My surname is Luo." The word "Luo" and the word "Duo" belong to the rhyme of Pingwu Ge, so... It seems that this enemy already knew his details, and deliberately set up a poem that rhymes with the word "Luo". Fooled. "……Who are you?" "In this realm, it doesn't matter who we are, what matters is them." With the vibration of the voice, another ball of light appeared far away in the darkness. A brush was vaguely wrapped in the ball of light, which was transformed into Luo Zhongxia's. Qinglian pen echoes each other from afar. The voice said: "You and I are now in the realm of pure spiritual formation, which is completely opposite to the physical world. You can understand this as a materialization of the "realm of thought". The only entity here is the pen spirit—— The spirit of the pen resides in you, and here your spirit is contained by the spirit of the pen.” "Okay, so what kind of pen are you?" "Canglang pen." This name couldn't move Luo Zhongxia in any way, he simply said "oh", and wanted to ask more questions.But before he could open his mouth, the Canglang brush in the distance suddenly became brighter, and a piece of light was squeezed out from the brush, which was shaped like a feather and sharp as a sword.As soon as the light feather left the Canglang pen, it immediately stabbed at Luo Zhongxia, like a torpedo glowing in the dark black. Luo Zhongxia frantically swung his arms, trying to avoid it, but his body that had turned into Qinglian Pen couldn't move at all, so he could only watch the feather of light cut in front of him, and it exploded with a "bang".His mind was dizzy, but his body didn't feel any pain, but his mind was slackened for a while, as if he was briefly absent-minded. "It's useless to try to dodge. In this "realm", everything has only a spiritual meaning. The weapon I can fight against you is consciousness; the shield you can resist is only talent." Another two light feathers flew over. "Don't take chances just because of this. I can't kill you, but I can beat you to a mental breakdown at this level." Luo Zhongxia was irritated by the other party's arrogance. He had defeated Qin Yi's Linjiao pen before, and had a tie with Ou Zilong's Lingyun pen. "Then let you see who will have a mental breakdown!" No need to think about it, he immediately started to activate "Wang Lushan Waterfall". This poem has been tried and tested, and it is really the most convenient weapon in Luo Zhongxia's hands. However, these four lines of poems did not turn into poetic imagery as he expected, but turned into four wisps of blue smoke, floating out from his body, indistinct in the darkness, and he could even vaguely see the blue smoke from his body. The veins of the smoke distinguish the words in the poem. "Stupid." The voice commented coldly: "I have already said that this is the realm of thought, and only the spirit is concrete. All you can rely on is the artistic conception of the poem itself and your comprehension. Before you could It’s not so flattering to rely on “poetic concreteness” today.” Luo Zhongxia didn't answer, but desperately drove the four wisps of blue poetry smoke towards the two light feathers. "Wanglushan Waterfall" The poems are wonderful, but the meaning is very simple. With Luo Zhongxia's cultivation of Chinese culture, he can barely use his fingers. Seeing Shiyan meeting Guangyu, Luo Zhongxia suddenly concentrated his consciousness, and Shiyan immediately condensed like a chain, binding Guangyu tightly.The voice was not surprised at all, but teased: "It's good, it seems that you can read some words. It's a pity that you can memorize proficiently, but you may not be able to understand the beauty of the poem." As soon as the words fell, the light feathers flew up and down, cutting the four pillars of green smoke into pieces, turning them into strands of fragments and floating in the darkness.Luo Zhongxia felt dizzy again after being hit by this blow, almost lost consciousness, even the Qinglian pen itself was shocked. "It's ridiculous to show off these things in front of Canglang Pen." "Canglang Pen..." "That's right, Yan Yu Canglang, analyzing thousands of poems, you have met your nemesis today." Luo Zhongxia's understanding of poetry is limited to a few celebrities, and he has not yet reached the realm of commenting on poetry and Taoism, so he is naturally not familiar with Yan Yu.If it was Monk Peter or Wei Xiaorong, they would immediately guess that the source of this money was refined from Yan Yu in the Southern Song Dynasty.Yan Yu's poetic talent is not high, but he is good at analyzing reasoning and outlining key points. He once wrote "Canglang Poetry Talk" to criticize poets of all dynasties, and was honored as the ancestor of poetry criticism by later generations. Therefore, the Canglang brush he refined can do little in reality, but it can rely on its own ability to create a pure spiritual realm, using its own strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses, and relying on the ability to interpret poems and rhymes, Dedicated to breaking the poet's pen spirit. Those light feathers are called "Nezha".Yan Yu was quite content with his poems. He once said: "When I talk about poems, if Prince Nezha dissects the bones and returns to his father, and dissects his flesh to return to his mother." Fortunately, Luo Zhongxia used Li Bai's poems, Qinglian herself is incomparable; if It is an ordinary poem, I am afraid that it has been criticized by "Nezha" Guangyu long ago, and it has been broken. Even so, Luo Zhongxia was still hit by "Nezha" again and again.Qinglianbi is like the Yamato Japanese ship that was bombed by the US military. It was under the attack of many light feathers in the dark, and its relatively huge body vibrated from time to time, making Luo Zhongxia's consciousness waking up and fainting. Luo Zhongxia tried to release a few poems that he had memorized on the train, but in the end, he was just cramming. He couldn't understand the deep meaning in the poems, but was beheaded again and again, and was criticized by Canglang pen. After an unknown amount of time, the attack stopped abruptly.Luo Zhongxia was still panting, almost going crazy, but the voice sounded again, with contemptuous words: "Maybe I will give you one last chance." Luo Zhongxia managed to pull himself together, and saw the light feathers in front of him flying together, forming a layer upon layer of curtains around him, with many Chinese characters of different lengths faintly written on the curtain. "This is called Lianmu. Each heavy curtain is a line of poetry. These words were refined by the poets of the past dynasties exhaustively. Every word is precise. The only way to break it is to see through the refined words in the curtain. If you can break If you win, you will be able to break the refining curtain, and I will let you live." Luo Zhongxia was confused, he only knew that he had to find the words in order to break through the barrier and escape.He quickly regained his energy and looked at it intently.Sure enough, there is no need to read the poems on each curtain of the curtain, the sentences are clear. The curtain closest to Luo Zhongxia floated by, with a line of writing floating on it: "The dream soul wants to go to the boundless, afraid that the dream will be covered by sorrow." He didn't know the beauty of "refining characters" in the poem, so he thought that the word "du" might be used well.As soon as the spiritual consciousness moved, the Qinglian pen flew out, and the pen brush lightly tapped the word "Du" on the middle screen.The entire refining screen was shaken violently, and with a bang, the Qinglian pen was shaken back. The originally soft and silky curtain suddenly condensed into a lead gray color, gloomy and hard like an iron curtain. "Damn it, it's no different from buying a lottery ticket!" Luo Zhongxia gritted his teeth secretly, and chose another piece of "Liaoluo Ancient Palace, Palace Flower Lonely Red". This sentence is shorter, and the probability of guessing it may be higher. The word "flower" looks bright, and I think it is the eye of poetry. The word "flower" in Qinglian's pen was snapped back immediately.The voice sneered: "Vulgar." Luo Zhongxia clicked again and again, but never clicked correctly.Seeing that half of the layers of refining curtains had changed color, he was so shocked that he had no way out.In desperation, he had no choice but to choose a shorter sentence, "The moon enters the singing fan, and the flowers bear the festival drum".A total of eight characters, the probability is 12.5%, which is already very high.Luo Zhongxia had already lost confidence in his own appreciation ability, and he gave up the right to choose to his intuition. Just the second one. When the pen touches the word "in", the curtain makes a crisp sound of tearing silk, and disappears into the darkness in pieces. It worked! Luo Zhongxia burst into ecstasy, but his voice said: "It's just a coincidence, how long can you be lucky?" After he reminded, Luo Zhongxia remembered that the refining curtain was getting tighter and tighter, and it was already close to the tip of the nose, and there was no room left.He clicked in a hurry, hoping to repeat the old trick.It's just that this time he didn't have the luck he had just now, and his hard work only made Lianmu change color faster. After several struggles, the Iron Curtain took shape, and heavy black shadows covered the sky and covered the sun, heading towards Luo Zhongxia who had turned into a green lotus pen.Luo Zhongxia felt endless pressure, as if being entangled by a giant python.He subconsciously stretched out his hands for support, but was exhausted.Only a loud bang was heard, and Qinglian's light was finally swept away by the iron curtain, and went out with a snap in the darkness... ……what! ! Luo Zhongxia screamed from his seat, startling the people around him.Yan Zheng on the opposite side asked strangely: "People asked your name, why are you screaming?" Luo Zhongxia calmed down, looked around, and suddenly found that he was back on the train, the moment he lost his mind and fell into the "realm". Less than a second passed. "...Uh uh." Luo Zhongxia was dripping with cold sweat, not knowing what to say, turned his head to look, and happened to meet the eyes of the young man who asked his name. The corners of the young man's mouth curled slightly, and a trace of disdain appeared on his fair face.He lightly stroked his white eyebrows, without looking at Luo Zhongxia, stared at Er Zhuzi and said, "I don't know what kind of character the Qinglian Bi official can be, but he is just an ignorant layman. We Wei He has a rich family, how can he be with him."