Chapter 11 Chapter 8: Sometimes Men Are Poor

Luo Zhongxia held "The Complete Works of Li Taibai" in his hand and weighed it repeatedly.No matter how you look at it, this is an ordinary paper printed matter with nothing special, and it is not even old enough. The back of the book clearly says that it was printed in 1977, Zhonghua Book Company, and annotated by Wang Qi from the Qing Dynasty.It is impossible to hide interlayers on every page, and the arrangement of Chinese characters does not show any special rules—this is not the Da Vinci code. "Is this what I want to practice?" He raised his head in confusion. "Yes." Xiaorong's answer was very positive.

"It's not a joke, it's not a language test." Xiao Rong seemed to have expected this kind of reaction, and stretched out a slender hand to tap his chest—this slightly ambiguous gesture made Luo Zhongxia feel a little relieved—"Your chest is Li Bai's Although the pen spirit is not perfect, it is contaminated with Li Bai's primordial spirit after all. If you want it to exert its greatest power, you must understand Li Bai's disposition, his talent, and his courage, and reading his writing is the easiest way to achieve it. pathway to this effect." "That means I should try to increase the synchronization rate between myself and Li Bai?"

"We are called pen spirits who know each other. Looking at poetry is like looking at the heart. The deeper the mutual understanding, the deeper the joy." After Xiaorong finished speaking, she pursed her lips and stopped making a sound.Luo Zhongxia stared at her perfectly shaped lips for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking, "Is it over?" "Of course, what else do you want to know?" "I mean...uh, shouldn't there be some mental methods, formulas or special moves to teach me?" "The spirit of the pen is a very personal thing, with different personalities from each other. The method used by each spirit of the pen is also unique and cannot be copied. Therefore, no one can teach you, you can only experience it yourself. All I can tell you is how much Go read the text. Familiar with the three hundred poems of the Tang Dynasty, you can recite poems even if you don’t know how to write them. Just read more poems in this collection, and ignore the fu, inscriptions, and inscriptions later.”

Luo Zhongxia shrank her neck resentfully, "Isn't that the same as saying nothing..." At this time, a school worker passed by on a bicycle. He glanced at Luo Zhongxia and Xiaorong, whistled a frivolous whistle, and walked away.Xiaorong quickly retracted the finger that was touching Luo Zhongxia's chest, a slight blush appeared on her face.As if to hide her embarrassment, she changed the subject. "You don't forget the first thing. Where's the Wuxin Sanzhuo Brush? We have to find it." Luo Zhongxia sighed: "That pen has already been given to our school teacher." Then he explained the whole incident to Xiaorong. After hearing this, Xiaorong curled her lips and said only four words : "You have to blame yourself." Because these four words were so appropriate, Luo Zhongxia was so choked that he couldn't say a word.

Under Xiaorong's urging, Luo Zhongxia simply skipped the second public class and went directly to Songtao Garden to find Ju Shigeng.Xiaorong went with him, and the two walked side by side. Passers-by who didn't know the truth cast envious and surprised looks.Along the way, Luo Zhongxia tried to find various topics to chat with Xiaorong, but only responded with a few cold words. After another topic died, Xiaorong said calmly: "Instead of looking for topics so hard, you might as well take the time to memorize more poems." "Which one is better to start with?" Luo Zhongxia didn't give up.

"The first one." This time Luo Zhongxia completely gave up. The two soon stepped into Songtao Garden again.Revisiting the old place, the tourists did not feel a little emotional, but went straight to the guest house along the gravel path.Xiaorong suddenly stood still in front of the guest house, expressing that she would not go in.Luo Zhongxia didn't want her to see him being taught a lesson by Ju Shigeng, so he didn't force it. After Luo Zhongxia left, Xiao Rong stood still with her arms folded, her head bowed in thought.She was originally a very indifferent person, but at this moment she suddenly felt uneasy.She raised her head and looked around, surrounded by weeds and green or yellow poplars standing solemnly, even if the morning sun shines on this place, it is diluted to invisible by the quiet atmosphere.

She took three steps to the right, onto the lawn.It was here that Yingtong attacked Luo Zhongxia the day before yesterday, shallow footprints could still be seen in the grass nest, square and sharp, which is a typical feature of a pen boy.She lowered her head and lowered her body slightly, and looked along the trace. A few meters in front of the footprint was a mess of footprints, and the footprints were in a mess. It was obviously left by Luo Zhongxia who was frightened and at a loss.Thinking of his performance last night, Xiao Rong couldn't help but smile. A gust of forest wind blew by, and Xiaorong focused on the farther to the right.About 20 meters away, there is an abandoned ditch about half a meter deep, half bypassing the gravel path and going deep into the forest.There is no water in the ditch, and it is filled with dense weeds. From a distance, you can only see a piece of grass swaying, and you can't find the existence of this ditch at all.

Xiao Rong slowly pushed aside the grass and came to the ditch. Her meticulous eyes can find tiny clues that ordinary people can't detect, which is comparable to CSI.Judging from the slant of the weeds and the freshness of the soil, people were once hidden here, and the time was about the same as when Luo Zhongxia was attacked.With her right hand, she brushed the few strands of hair hanging from the untied headband to her ears, bent down, and let out a slight panting. A very faint blue light slowly flowed out from the girl's light white fingertips, slowly sprinkled on the ground, and spread in all directions.In a certain place of the ditch, the original gentle blue light suddenly bounced off and diffused towards the surroundings, like a piece of blue water was thrown a stone, causing circles of ripples.Xiaorong's expression became serious.

Luo Zhongxia walked out of the guest house, empty-handed.Seeing that Xiaorong was still standing there, he hurriedly walked two steps forward and said, "That pen is no longer here." "I already know." "what?" Xiaorong raised her finger and pointed to the ditch in the distance: "I just found some clues over there. When you were attacked last night, someone was hiding next to you, and this person was holding a Wuxin Sanzhuo pen in his hand." "How are you sure?" "Wherever the pen is alive, there will always be a few traces of magic. I used the Yongxu pen to test it just now, and it was the reaction of the Wuxin Sanzhuo pen."

"Is it really Zheng He?" Luo Zhongxia asked suspiciously.Just now Ju Shigeng told him that Zheng He borrowed that pen last night and never came back. "Who is Zheng He?" "It's the guy who went to your place to buy a pineapple lacquer carving tube Langhao pen." Luo Zhongxia replied angrily, and he still broods over that matter to this day. "Oh, so it was that person, where is he now?" "Then I don't know, I have to ask." Luo Zhongxia's resentment towards Zheng He added another layer. This guy ruined his own affairs every time, and both times were related to the brush, which is really annoying.Xiaorong's pretty face was also covered with a layer of worry: the spirit of the pen is a secret, and Luo Zhongxia's involvement has already caused countless troubles, and now someone else might know about it, making the situation even more complicated .But right now they have no other choice, so they can only go back to the campus first, and go around to ask Zheng He's classmates.

The next time Luo Zhongxia had a very good time - at least on the surface - Xiao Rong followed him wherever he went, and Xiao Rong was waiting at the door when he was in class; Both going in and out of the small restaurant next to the school made the eyes of Luo Zhongxia's brothers burst into flames.And Lao Li didn't see any movement at all, as if he had already forgotten about Luo Zhongxia.This made Luo Zhongxia even more uneasy, and he finally deeply understood the meaning of the phrase "Don't be afraid of being stolen by thieves, but be afraid of being missed by thieves". There is another thing in his heart, but if Xiao Rong is by his side, there is no way to do this thing. Luo Zhongxia asked a few of Zheng He's classmates, and they all said they didn't know where that guy went; they also said that Zheng He was absent from today's class, and his cell phone was turned off, so they couldn't be contacted.He also took Xiaorong to several places where Zheng He often appeared, and Xiaorong did not find any traces of Wuxin Sanzhuo brushes there. Luo Zhongxia was tired from running, so he went to a canteen and ordered two bottles of soda, leaned against the railing to rest, and asked casually, "I said, what is Wuxin Sanzhuo? The name sounds very martial." Xiao Rong touched the mouth of the bottle with her lips, and hesitated a little. Luo Zhongxia urged her again and again, and then she said slowly: "During the Han and Jin Dynasties, the strokes of ancient brushes were relatively short, and most of the bristles used graphite as the core, which was convenient for ink storage. , is called Zaoxin; later in the Song Dynasty, when the brush strokes became longer and softer, there was no need for the ink core to exist, so it was called Wuxin. In this way, the characters can be written freely, which is suitable for writing cursive script." Luo Zhongxia nodded half-understood, and asked again: "Then can you sense the breath of Wuxin Sanzhuo?" "It's almost impossible if you don't get close. In fact, the connection between the pen spirits is not strong. You see, the last time Ou Zilong and I met face to face, we didn't even know the existence of the other party's pen spirit." "Then on the other hand, it's not so easy for people from Zhuge's family to find me?" Luo Zhongxia carefully guided the conversation in the direction he wanted. Xiaorong pondered for a while, then replied: "Yes, but they already know that you are in this university, maybe someone is following you now." Luo Zhongxia immediately climbed up the pole, "Then let's reverse our thinking and leave this university?" Xiao Rong looked at him in surprise, "Leaving the university?" "That's right, after I leave the university, it will be difficult for them to find me, so you don't have to work hard to protect me, we can split up to find Zheng He, what do you think?" Xiao Rong looked at Luo Zhongxia's eloquent talk and was not moved at all, "There is no need to do anything extra, we will wait on campus." "But what if Zheng He doesn't find it, and the enemy calls again?" "Since grandpa arranged it this way, it's definitely right." Xiao Rong easily rejected Luo Zhongxia's proposal.Luo Zhongxia shook his head in disappointment, and sighed, "Then we'll have to stay in the school Internet cafe that night." "Internet cafe? Why do you go there? You should have evening self-study?" "...Uh, yes, but..." "Don't bully me for not going to college, classmate." It was the first time that Xiaorong smiled in front of him, and this smile made Luo Zhongxia feel ashamed.For some reason, in front of her, he couldn't even utter a word of counterattack. When it was time for evening self-study, Luo Zhongxia was forced to bring Xiao Rong to the lecture theater, and a hundred of them reluctantly read the "Complete Works of Li Taibai"; Xiao Rong sat next to him, quietly flipping through fashion magazines, The curves of the silhouette are quiet and elegant.Needless to say, this caused a group of people around who didn't know the truth to whisper. Luo Zhongxia didn't know that he had become a scene on the campus today. He frowningly flipped through the book in his hand, watching the lines of text slip past his eyes, and then slipped away gently, leaving nothing in his mind.The spirit of the pen in his chest seemed to be asleep, without any response. He actually knows a lot of Li Bai's poems, such as "Moonlight in front of the bed", "Flying down three thousand feet", "I am born to be useful".Among so many poets in ancient China, I am afraid that he remembers Li Bai's poems the most—relatively speaking.However, these poems are in the minority in the complete anthology, and he often couldn't find a familiar one even after turning over more than ten pages. Xiaorong watched Luo Zhongxia's twisting left and right very impatiently, leaned his head over and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, the ancients said: "Writing is based on Qi." You don't have to understand word by word, you just need to understand the meaning of the poem. The momentum and strength of character will naturally resonate with the spirit of the pen. Even if you are perfunctory yourself, how can you relax the spirit of the pen if you don't understand it deeply?" Luo Zhongxia smiled wryly, thinking to speak lightly, feeling that this thing is false in the first place, how can it be said that you can feel it when you feel it?But he didn't want to show weakness in front of Xiao Rong, so he had to keep turning the pages. The pages of the book were turned in a hurry, and how many colorful sentences of Li Taibai disappeared in a flash, but they were nothing more than Dan Qing gifting the blind, silk and bamboo to deafness; in the end, to show Luo Zhongxia that Li Bai was really Ke Zhen'e's eyes—blind up.Only forty minutes had passed, and the only two sentences Luo Zhongxia could see were "in the vast dream, I am the only one who sees first", and he was so sleepy that he couldn't stop fighting with his upper and lower eyelids.Suddenly, the pen in his chest trembled violently, causing Luo Zhongxia's whole body to tremble.Luo Zhongxia was shocked, at first he thought it was an enemy attack, but when he saw Xiao Rong was still sitting beside him, he regained his composure. "Strange, could it be that I just found some poem that resonated with me?" Luo Zhongxia thought to himself, this sounds reasonable.He used his thumb as a bookmark to stick in the pages, and slowly turned back page by page to see which poem could arouse the passion of the pen. After turning less than ten pages, the pen spirit seemed to be connected to an electric shock coil, suddenly soared into the air, circled several times in the body, flowed through the limbs and bones, and the whole nervous system trembled with the pen spirit.Xiao Rong noticed the strange phenomenon, and quickly reached out to hold Luo Zhongxia's wrist, and followed the latter's eyes to look at the open book. This page happened to be printed with that deadly poem: 〖The great roc flies and vibrates the eight descendants, but the sky is destroyed and the strength is exhausted.The rest of the wind stirs the world, and the hibiscus is hung with stone sleeves.Later generations got it and passed it on, who is crying when Zhongni died. 〗 Luo Zhongxia only felt a sense of desolation surging out of his chest, and a tragic emotion that shouldn't belong to him suddenly rose, which completely immersed the whole person in it.The trembling of the pen spirit is becoming more and more frequent, affecting my soul to fluctuate with every line of poetry and every word, like a shattered holographic photo, each fragment contains all the talent of the author, transparently.The poetic style that is no longer entangled in words and sentences rises out of thin air with infinite momentum, entering from the spirit of the pen and coming out from Luo Zhongxia. Suddenly, the whole world was taken away in an instant, leaving only the vast black night around him, and his mind wandered into the universe.Between the countless gaps, he seemed to see the misery of the swaying rainy night, the sorrow of the dying immortal, as if he was his own body. It took an unknown number of snaps before Luo Zhongxia suddenly woke up from the illusion. Looking around, it was still the self-study classroom, Xiao Rong was still by her side, only a few seconds passed, but she clearly felt as if she had passed away. "Are you okay?" Xiaorong asked anxiously, shaking his shoulders.She didn't expect that Qinglian's posthumous pen was so full of emotion, it easily pulled the host into the illusion of pen spirit.Her Yongxu pen is restrained and deep, far from being so strong. It seems that different people who practice pens have different styles. Luo Zhongxia slowly opened his mouth and said two words: "It's okay." There was still some confusion in his mind. Xiao Rong quietly handed him a light blue handkerchief, and asked him to wipe the thin layer of sweat from his forehead, before asking, "What happened just now?" "...Uh... It's hard to say, it's probably like some kind of conditioned reflex. When I opened this page, the pen spirit immediately bounced, and then many strange things appeared..." Luo Zhongxia whispered Answering, using the index finger to slide gently on the paper of those few lines of poems, the expression is not as tired and lazy as before, but there is a kind of tranquility after a catastrophe. "I don't know why... I understand this poem now, I understand it all. I understand its unwillingness, its helplessness, and its pride. It is very strange, and there is no explanation. It is just pure and transparent, as if As written by hand.” Luo Zhongxia turned to other pages and looked at it for a few more times, then shook his head: "The other things are not enough, I still don't feel anything." Xiao Rong'e frowned slightly, bit her lips and thought for a while, then said softly: "I understand!" "Oh?" "Your pen is not the real Qinglian pen, but Taibai's last pen before his death. It is because most of the poems in the last pen are poured into the pen, and there are not many other leisure and leisure. So you read There was no response to other poems, but the pen spirit reacted so strongly when I saw this one.” Luo Zhongxia let out a "hmm" and immersed himself in the atmosphere just now. Xiaorong said happily: "This is a good breakthrough. You might as well take this as an opportunity to find out the nature of the pen. It will be beneficial to read other poems in the future." "The nature of the pen spirit... I just need to think about the deadly poem in my mind, and the pen spirit will immediately revive and rush around in my body." "Very well, the human pen has echoed, this is the first step. Next, you just need to learn how to follow the spirit of the pen." Luo Zhongxia lowered his head, and found that his chest was faintly glowing with the color of a green lotus, and he thought to himself that if this was seen by others, he didn't know what kind of discussion it would cause.With a thought, the brilliance suddenly converges, and returns to dim, it's like twiddling your fingers.He suddenly remembered the scene at the Normal University that day, turned his head and told Xiaorong what happened that day, and asked her what is the magical function of this green lotus pen. Xiaorong said that no one has ever been possessed or possessed by this pen before, and he doesn't know what the specific effect is.But she said that Taibai poems are famous for their elegance, and the spirit of the pens refined must be light and flexible. It is up to him to dig deeper and experience it himself. "How did you cultivate your Yongxu pen at that time?" Xiaorong was taken aback for a moment, and then replied: "When I was young, I was very quiet and didn't move. I just stared at the sky every day, and I often didn't move for three or four hours. My grandfather said that when the mind is concentrated, it is calm, and when the heart is calm, it is cool. Yong Xu's writing style Quiet, after a long time, the human and the pen will naturally become one." Luo Zhongxia curled her lips: "It turns out that being in a daze is also a kind of cultivation, so you can save a lot of trouble than me..." These words made Xiao Rong giggle, and he slapped Luo Zhongxia's arm lightly with his right hand, seemingly annoyed Seems strange.The hard-working student next to them rolled their eyes at the two of them: "Hey! You two, this is the self-study classroom, flirting and going to the botanical garden!" Both of them had hot faces, they turned around quickly and continued to study hard.Luo Zhongxia's confidence was greatly boosted by the mental journey just now. He reopened the Taibai poetry anthology to read, and he felt more than before.Although he still can't understand many poems, he can feel the flavor of them to some extent.This collection of poems is still annotated by contemporary people. If you have any questions or difficulties, you can seek answers. While watching the excitement, a voice in Luo Zhongxia's heart sounded: "What are you doing?" He was startled suddenly, and his mood fell immediately.I originally tried everything possible to get rid of these weirdos, why now I am keen to study these things again?Isn't it getting deeper and deeper? Thinking of this, he slammed the book shut and became bored again.