Chapter 9 Chapter Nine Earth Tomb Three Foot Artemisia Thorn Residence

"Why is it cloudy in the blink of an eye?" Yan Zheng set up a pergola and looked into the distance. The originally clear sky in the mountains suddenly turned overcast, and a layer of inexplicable clouds floated to the mountains to block the sun at some point. A large cover was added in between.The originally quiet and verdant forest suddenly became dark and gloomy, which made people's hearts sink. "September's weather is as fickle as politics!" Yan Zheng sighed, and then found that no one responded to his joke.Er Zhuzi didn't understand these things, but he hadn't heard of them. Luo Zhongxia and Rong Yu had their own concerns, and each kept their heads down.He had no choice but to pat his head mockingly and continue walking forward.

After passing through the Yunmen Temple, they walked along a path paved with gravel towards the depths of the mountain.The road to Yunmen Temple is at the bottom of the depression, and several tall peaks of Qinwang Mountain stand on both sides, like huge ancient warriors wearing lush green armor, silently staring at the five passers-by like ants, mosquitoes and horseflies squirming on the path. move. Presumably, this mountain road was built when Yunmen Temple was prosperous in the past. It was built according to the terrain. The road surface was paved with gray gravel, and the sides were meticulously marked with white stones.The stone edges on each pavement have been smoothed, which shows the grand occasion of that year.It's a pity that it has been abandoned for a long time now, the road surface is full of fallen leaves and dust, and many places are even occupied by branches stretching from the side. There is a lot of black and yellow leaf mud accumulated between the stone crevices, making the whole road look like it is covered with gray. Alternating stripes.

The road became quieter and narrower as we walked, so narrow that all sounds were filtered out, as if leading us into another quiet world. After walking for about fifteen minutes, they turned over a high slope and finally saw the Cloud Gate Pagoda Forest that Kong Kong had mentioned—even though they had learned from Yunmen Temple, they were still taken aback. This is a stone garden with a radius of tens of meters, surrounded by low ruined walls. Only three or four pillars on the stone platform can barely see the traces of the pagoda.The body of the pagoda has already collapsed and is difficult to distinguish, only a few sections of pagoda stones are left horizontally, moss moss on them, and luxuriant plants between the rock cracks.Pushing aside the layers of weeds with your feet, you can see several hollows filled with old rainwater. This is supposed to be the underground palace where the base of the pagoda was used to store ashes.

The two pine trees in the cemetery were neglected. One grew wildly and its branches stretched wantonly; the other was mostly destroyed by thunder and fire, leaving only a dead trunk.It seems that this place has been abandoned for at least hundreds of years. It seems that it has been completely forgotten by the world. It has slowly decayed and eroded in a silent place, leaving the tower base empty and unattended, exuding a sense of nostalgia. "This, is Tallinn?" Luo Zhongxia couldn't help asking, his previous impression of Pagoda Forest was the kind of tall Buddhist pagodas in Shaolin Temple with rows of rows and multi-layered wide eaves, standing like a forest.The gap between the scene in front of you and what you imagined is actually bigger than the Niagara Falls.This place is like the city of Laputa in the "Castle in the Sky". It has died, and only empty remains are left to future generations.

The pagodas are no longer there, let alone anything else.When he thought of this, his heart suddenly sank. Could it be that this time the search was in vain?He glanced at Rong Yu, Rong Yu stood on the spot with folded arms, tapping his elbow with his index finger, with disappointment in his eyes. A gust of mountain wind blew by, but Ran Ran suddenly frowned, tilted her head as if she heard something.But everyone focused on Tallinn, and no one noticed her strangeness.Yan Zheng and Er Zhuzi looked at each other, waded into the deep grass together, walked around the Tallinn—actually it should be called the Tallinn Ruins—and went around to the emerald green pine forest behind, and suddenly shouted together: "Come and see! "

Luo Zhongxia and Rong Yu hurried over.It turns out that there is still a tomb under an ancient tree behind the ruins of Tallinn. The surrounding grass is already as high as half a person, if you don't get close, you will definitely not find it. The mound was more than half a meter high, and the mound was black, surrounded by green bricks loosely surrounding the mound, and many bricks had peeled off, exposing the black and yellow mound.In front of the grave lay a tombstone slanted down. The surface of the monument had been split into three pieces, and the handwriting was messy, but I could barely make out the three characters: Tuibizhong.

Seeing these three words, Luo Zhongxia's heart suddenly jumped wildly, and he couldn't tell whether it was because of his own mood or the Qinglian pen.The dark clouds above seem to be thicker.The surroundings fell into a strange silence for a while, and everyone felt an indescribable breath seeping out from the grave, so they turned their eyes to Luo Zhongxia in unison.Luo Zhongxia swallowed and stretched out his hand. "Don't act presumptuously, be careful." Rong Yu reminded, and his face began to show unconcealable excitement. Luo Zhongxia retracted her hands in panic, with awe on her face.At this time, Yan Zheng walked over carelessly, grabbed a handful of black soil from the grave, and felt that the soil was soft and smooth, as if covered with a layer of grease, which was quite different from the surrounding loess.Rong Yu couldn't help but said angrily: "Stop! Don't move around."

Yan Zheng shrugged, put the soil back, and found that his hands were completely black, as if he had rinsed them in an ink tank. Rong Yu glared at him, then knelt down to look at the broken monument.He carefully wiped off the dust on the stele with his hand, and found that besides the words "Tuibi Zhong", there were four small characters on the signature: "Seng Zhiyongli." There is no doubt that this is Zen Master Zhiyong's Tomb of Tuibi. There are hundreds of bald brushes in the tomb, all of which are brushes used by Zen Master.Zen Master Zhiyong, formerly known as Wang Faji, is the seventh grandson of Wang Xizhi.He lives in Yunmen Temple, uses Xizhi and Xianzhi as regular scripts, and practices diligently.Every time a brush is used, it is thrown into a large urn by the wall.After thirty years of hard work, five large urns were fully filled, so Zhiyong buried these urns in the Yunmen Pagoda Forest, and named the tomb "Tuibi Tomb", which has been more than a thousand years old.

Rong Yu grabbed the grave soil again, squeezed it vigorously in his hand, and black juice dripped slightly.It seems that the waste pens in the tomb were used to spit out the remaining ink, and finally the grave soil was dyed black, which shows the purity of Chan Master Zhiyong's hard work. The Zen master is old, but the tomb ink is still there, and people of the two eras have had a wonderful connection through these ink soils after thousands of years. But what next? Nobody knows. This scene is like a cat who got a can of sardines but couldn't eat them.Now the tomb of withdrawing the pen is in front of my eyes, but I have no way of knowing how to withdraw the pen.

"What did you say about Xiaorong's poem?" Yan Zheng rubbed his hands, then turned to ask Luo Zhongxia.Luo Zhongxia took out the plain note from his bosom, on which Xiao Rong's beautiful handwriting was still on: 〖It is better to shovel the tomb of withdrawing pens, The hops are full of spring and green. Say goodbye to all the people and go away, Qinglian embraces the slough and the autumn cicada is light. 〗 "You don't want to shovel people's graves, do you? Digging graves was considered a serious crime in the Qing Dynasty..." Yan Zheng muttered, rolling up his sleeves and looking around for tools at hand.Rong Yu sneered at this conjecture, but couldn't think of any good way to meditate on the poem.No one noticed that the surface of the water accumulated in several underground palaces under the stone base of the Talin suddenly fluctuated a little.

At this moment, Ran Ran, who was still in front of Tallinn, let out a scream. Only then did the crowd realize that they had left Ranran, who was blind, alone outside Tallinn.Without saying a word, Yan Zheng and Er Zhuzi turned around and ran outside. Rong Yu was about to rush over, but he glanced at Luo Zhongxia and then at Yan Zheng who had already run away, but he still didn't move. Yan Zheng rushed to the Tallinn, he couldn't help being stunned, it turned out that the one standing next to Ranran was actually Kong Kong, and one meter away from her, with his hands neatly sleeved in his robe.When Kong Kong saw Yan Zheng and Er Zhuzi appeared, he quickly put on a smile: "I was afraid that all the benefactors would get lost, so I came to see it specially, but I didn't expect to scare this young lady." Seeing that the faces of the two men were somewhat relieved, he said, "Actually, this place has been abandoned for a long time, so it's not interesting. There are still ancient places of nostalgia, such as Xianzhi's Brush Storehouse and Luyou Thatched Cottage, so I might as well take you there to have a look." "I'm sorry, we're not interested." Erzhuzi walked over and pulled Ranran over, noticing that her whole body was shaking, he wondered, "What's wrong with you, Ranran?" Ran covered her ears, her voice hurried: "I, I heard, there is danger, danger... the danger is approaching." "Can she hear danger?" Yan Zheng asked in surprise. He found that Ranran often heard something along the way, and he always felt a little strange. Er Zhuzi nodded.It turns out that Ran Ran has been blind since she was a child, but she likes watching movies the most.Although you can't see it, you can listen to it with pleasure, and you can often judge the direction of the plot just by the sound of the soundtrack.Over time, she has developed an extremely fine sensory ability to feel the subtle differences in the atmosphere of the surrounding environment and translate them into matching movie soundtracks. At this time, she suddenly heard that the background music suddenly turned low, and occasionally there was a blunt sound that was elongated, and she knew that there must be danger approaching. Yan Zheng walked forward and grabbed Kong Kong's monk's robe, angrily said, "What did you do?" Kong Kong stammered and replied: "Little monk, I didn't do anything." His eyes turned to the other side. "I made him do it." A voice suddenly interposed between the two of them, and then Zhuge Yihui walked out of the woods with his hands behind his back, the two wings of his big nose flaring open. ※※※ At the same time, Luo Zhongxia, who was still in front of the tomb of withdrawing brushes, tremblingly supported the tombstone with both hands, only feeling that the spirit of the brush was jumping wildly in his chest, as if he was about to break free.He was overjoyed and felt that there was a door, so he let go of his courage and went to learn how Rong Yu grabbed the soil from the grave. When his hands touched the graveyard, there was a sudden snap, and his fingers bounced off like an electric shock.At that moment, a ferocious face flashed through Luo Zhongxia's mind, and it was fleeting, like a glimpse of a lightning strike on a rainy night.He took a few steps back all of a sudden, the shrill scream still echoing in his head. Rong Yu saw that he was bounced back as soon as he touched the tomb, and his complexion changed a little.Whether Luo Zhongxia can successfully withdraw the pen is also related to his interests.Just as he was about to ask, his eyes suddenly froze. A sharp wind rushed from the dense jungle, menacingly.Rong Yu frowned, his clothes fluttered slightly, and two Nezha light feathers appeared in the air, cutting Ling Feng into three sections in an instant.The windy flow, once cut off, loses momentum immediately, turning into several small whirlpools and disappearing in the forest. "Come out!" Rong Yu said in a deep voice. The wind rustled in the forest, but there was no one there.Suddenly there was another gust of ling wind blowing, splitting into two groups halfway, and attacking together.Although this move couldn't hurt Rong Yu, it forced him to move his feet a little before he could stop the wind.Rong Yu knew in his heart that the enemy hid in the forest and refused to show up, and his Nezha light feather could not hurt people. If he did not go deep into the dense forest to get closer to the enemy, he would not be able to drag him into his own field to fight back, so he could only be passive. Defensive, it's really not in his personality. He glanced at Luo Zhongxia, and said in a stern tone: "Stay here and don't move!" Then he moved, as fast as a ghost, and disappeared into the forest in the blink of an eye. At this time, Luo Zhongxia was the only one left in front of the tomb.Knowing that a strong enemy has arrived, he couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive.The Tubi Tomb is right in front of you, but you can't get in through it.As long as he touched the grave, he would be bounced back by a force, and at the same time, a hideous face flashed in his mind, as if he had accumulated endless resentment.In fact, ever since Luo Zhongxia stepped into the Tallinn, he felt depressed all around, which was very similar to the feeling of being restrained by deep resentment in Fayuan Temple last time. He raised his head and looked at the sky, the sky was already covered by a mountain cloud, and it seemed that the mountain rain was about to come.Luo Zhongxia sighed, and patted the broken stele beside him, hoping that Zen Master Zhiyong could leave a few more words to give himself some hints. At this time, he heard a sound of thin footsteps coming from the side. Luo Zhongxia thought it was Yan Zheng or Rong Yu, but when he turned around, he was surprised to see a pale woman.The woman was wearing a black suit, her eyes were full of hatred, and her long hair fluttered with a murderous look. "Is the finishing touch pen here?" Nineteen's voice was deep and sharp. Luo Zhongxia nodded subconsciously. "Die!" A flash of saber light suddenly flashed across Luo Zhongxia's neck.Relying on a momentary intuition, he leaned back and managed to avoid it, even so, there was still a bloodstain on his neck.Although Luo Zhongxia had suffered many battles since Qinglian penned him, it was the first time that he was so clearly on the verge of death, with cold sweat gushing down his spine. "Hey... I don't even know you!" Luo Zhongxia yelled, his body was stuck to the tomb of the pen, and there was no way out. Nineteen didn't answer, and swish, swish, and slashed with three knives again. "Captive arrows are like sand and shoot golden armor!" In desperation, Luo Zhongxia casually grabbed a sentence.The Qinglian pen immediately protruded from her chest, and a layer of golden armor gathered in front of her.He only heard three sounds of Dang, Dang, Dang, and forcefully executed these three killer moves.It's just that it happened suddenly, the golden armor was not yet fully formed, and it shattered under three blows.Luo Zhongxia only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and couldn't help moaning. "Don't you dare to use dots?" Nineteen sneered, "That's right, how are you worthy!" He raised his knife and slashed again. "Once fly to the blue clouds!" Luo Zhongxia reluctantly slapped the ground with both hands, and his whole body flew up with a huff, barely avoiding the blade, and flew two meters away before falling.The buttocks and back were covered with black ink stains because they were close to the pen-rejecting mound just now, which looked quite funny. He turned his head and looked around. There was no sound in the forest or outside the tower. Rong Yu, Yan Zheng, Er Zhuzi and Ranran seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. "Don't try to ask for help, just go to hell and atone for your sins obediently!" Nineteen slowly raised the blade and pointed it at the enemy.Only then did Luo Zhongxia see clearly that she was holding a lancet in her hand. The blade was slender and gleaming, and it was obviously a real weapon that had already been sharpened. "Hey... I don't know you at all." Luo Zhongxia repeated again, and the Qinglian pen floated in the air.For no reason, he was slashed across the head and face, regardless of life or death, he must know the reason. "You know it yourself!" Nineteen's lancet struck again.Luo Zhongxia sighed, what he was most afraid of was this most unreasonable answer.He first yelled "Autumn grass and autumn moths fly", jumped a few meters away with the power of his pen, and then said "Smog rises from the mountains", the lotus flower at the end of the Qinglian pen flourished, and a layer of mist rose . With Luo Zhongxia's level, it is almost impossible to memorize hundreds of Taibai poems and master them. Therefore, before leaving, Monk Peter taught him a tricky way, which is to pick out some verses that are good for actual combat, and only recite these—although It may not be able to win, but self-protection is barely enough.So on the train, he casually flipped through a few poems with simple meaning and easy to remember. There is a saying in poetry that "poetry cannot be repeated". Inspiration blooms in an instant, and it is impossible to fully reproduce this scene in the future.The Qinglian pen also has this characteristic, and a poem that has been used once within a certain period of time cannot be visualized again.Luo Zhongxia didn't know this principle, but he knew this law, so he found a dozen lines of poems with "fly", "fog", "wind" and "teng" in one breath and recited them by heart - in Yan Zheng's words, " They are all ways to escape.” Now this method has actually achieved results. Nineteen has practiced swordsmanship since he was a child, but now he is facing a club that even skipped college physical education class, but he has missed several hits.Seeing that the Qinglian pen had been fully activated, she couldn't help but slow down her attack, her pale lips were tightly pressed, and her long hair in a ponytail tied tightly behind her head was disheveled. A curtain of fog rises around the Tomb of Tuibi, and the black tomb is looming in it.Through the heavy fog, Luo Zhongxia huddled in the fog, and said to Shijiu seriously: "I have Qinglian pen, you can't beat mine, you can go." "Ridiculous." Nineteen just said two words, swung the lancet and slashed at the void, the illusory mountain fog was cut into two by the real blade, and even the grave mound of Tuibi Tomb was cut out. fissure. Luo Zhongxia jumped up in fright, still in shock, but saw an even more shocking scene: she saw Nineteen soaring into the air, and beside her was a purple-colored Hawthorn pen. The tip of the Hawthorn pen is extremely thick, thick and thick, and it is designed for writing large characters. Because it is too big to be held by hand, it can only be grasped, so it is also called "grabbing pen".This hawthorn pen-shaped pen spirit is particularly huge, and it can be called Sumei in the pen: the tip of the pen is as long as the body of the pen, but it is more than ten times wider, and the sharp edge is dense and purple; down.The air around the tomb of withdrawing pens suddenly condensed, as if shocked by this amazing momentum. Such a huge pen appeared beside Shijiu's petite body, which seemed particularly incongruous. Luo Zhongxia licked his lips and sighed secretly.Compared with this huge brush, the Qinglian pen is like a kitten in front of a tiger. "Are you afraid?" Nineteen's voice couldn't tell whether it was ridicule or complacency. Luo Zhongxia didn't answer, but secretly recited a line from "Shangyunle" "The dragon flies into Xianyang". He didn't expect that he could really fly to Xianyang all at once, as long as he could fly a few meters away and leave the battlefield. At the very least, contact Yan Zheng, Er Zhuzi or Rong Yu. A small dragon roared out from the Qinglian brush.Luo Zhongxia was overjoyed, he straddled the dragon's spine with one leg, and made a gesture to leave.It was too late to say it, but it was so fast at that time, the giant pen shook the body of the pen slightly, and the pen hairs danced like the tentacles of an octopus.Nineteen swung his saber vigorously, and the wind of the saber rushed rapidly. Her saber wind could only reach the surrounding area by a few centimeters, but suddenly its power soared, showing a half-moon ripple visible to the naked eye, cutting towards Luo Zhongxia. "Oops!" Luo Zhongxia hurriedly rolled off the dragon, Xiaolong screamed miserably, and several cedar trees in front of him were cut in half, and even a corner of the brush-removing mound next to him was cut off, and a handful of ink soil flowed obliquely.The power of this humble lancet was magnified to such an extent by a giant pen. "What kind of pen is this...?" Nineteen's voice grew louder, as if it was also amplified by his own pen spirit, as straight as Huang Zhong Dalu, which made Luo Zhongxia's eardrums hum with pain. "It's like a giant pen, do you know it's dead?" "Ruyu Pen" was refined from Wang Xun, a famous calligrapher in the Jin Dynasty.This person was very famous, and Qianlong Sanxitang was named after his "Boyuan Tie", Wang Xizhi's "Quick Snow and Sunny Tie" and Wang Xianzhi's "Mid-Autumn Tie" written by Wang's father and son.Legend has it that in his dream he was taught a large brush by a god and man, named "Ru rafters". After waking up, he said to others: "It seems that this is a matter of using a large brush." ​​As a result, the emperor died soon, and all He drafted the eulogy edicts required for funerals, including the selection of posthumous titles. The rafter-like gigantic pen he obtained is strong, powerful and imposing, and can magnify any intangible thing several times.Nineteen's intensive study of knife techniques, combined with this rafter-like pen, is extremely lethal. Luo Zhongxia doesn't know the allusion, but he knows the danger.Just barely escaped the catastrophe, the nineteenth offensive has been continuous, dozens of half-moon knife winds have been indulged by the pen, their sustaining power and destructive power have been infinitely magnified, sweeping away everything along the way like a hurricane, and the entire forest has become A small garden ravaged by giants.Luo Zhongxia chanted a sentence just now, "Captive arrows are like sand and shoot golden armor", which can be regarded as a prophecy.He fell on the ground and kept rolling, and he had to watch out for the fallen trees, which was extremely embarrassing.The wind pressure generated by the blade was so great that he couldn't even open his mouth to chant poems. Qinglian pen is originally a spirit body, not afraid of these attacks, but its master is incompetent, so it can only sing in vain in mid-air.He stared at this small guy like a rafter pen, curling up his pen calmly, like a pianist stroking his elegant and slender fingers. The wind and rain of the knife continued, and suddenly a blade pierced through the tomb, and with a bang, it cut off the top of the entire tomb.For a while, black soil was flying, and brick tombs were flying everywhere.This thousand-year-old Tomb of Tuibi was destroyed in this way. The moment the tomb was lifted, the smoldering cloud in midair suddenly shrank.Nineteen, who was already a little red-eyed, didn't notice the abnormal situation around him, and still waved the lancet frantically. boom! A huge roar suddenly exploded from the top of the small tomb, resounding for several miles; inexplicable power was released from the remnant mound instantly like a volcanic eruption, and the surrounding air was shaken out in circles of ripples, as if the surface of the water was rising. Spectacular ripples.Accompanied by the black soil covering the sky and the sun and the shrill screams, the dark clouds in the mid-air were shaken.At the same time, the rain-soaked underground palace in the ruins of Tallinn also began to make weird gurgling sounds. Only then did Shijiu realize something strange, the ink soil that was shaken fell from mid-air crackling and hit her on the head.She had to stop the knife, brushed off the dirt from her head, and looked towards the tomb of retreating pens in surprise.Luo Zhongxia, who was lying on the ground, also looked at the sky in bewilderment, not knowing whether to run or stay. At this time, the black air sprayed out from the tomb of retreating pens had already soared upwards, and was thrown high into the extremely high clouds by the violent explosion, reaching the sky, then turned around suddenly, and the top turned into a ferocious human head, flying in mid-air Drawing an arc, roaring and rushing towards her from top to bottom. Nineteen was holding the knife, and for a while he stood still and couldn't move, letting the black air on the head roar from the sky. "Be careful!" For some unknown reason, Luo Zhongxia suddenly rushed over, hugged Shijiu, and the two of them rolled on the grass a few times.The cloud of black air slammed heavily on the place where Shijiu was originally standing, the ground shook violently, the grass immediately split to pieces, and more black air came out from the gap.The holders of the Qinglian pen and the giant Ru rafter pen trembled slightly, and they seemed to be terrified. Hei Qi missed a hit, and immediately raised his head to attack again.At this time, Luo Zhongxia and Shijiu had already fallen to the ground, and there was no way to escape. Suddenly, a flash of spiritual light flashed, and a slender pen stood proudly between the monk's head and the two of them.It's not the Qinglian pen, nor is it the giant Ru rafter pen. It is the finishing touch.