Mirror of the Sky

Zhang Huansheng pursues the great supernatural powers and great freedom that great power attributes to himself. Occasionally, he also picks up ancient geographical maps and records in his literary studies, the sages and sages of learning from nature, and the practical classics of benefiting the people from the world. To make a fuss about excerpts and to write poetry and prose in a coquettish manner is really no interest.

Therefore, when he heard Zhang Maosong's words, he seemed to be deaf. He just stood respectfully and didn't say a word at all.

While Zhang still didn't make a sound, there were voices in the study. Zhang Kuangqi, the youngest in the crowd, said without hesitation, "Grandfather, grandfather, I have a sentence that can be used as a reference, 'Bone is fragrant and tender. What do you think?"

This chanting plum is really excellent, but because it's too good, it really doesn't look like a childish boy can figure it out in a few breaths. Zhang Maosong's face sank after hearing this, and he reprimanded: "The old sentence of the predecessors. I also came to show off, but I can’t stop talking.”

As the saying goes, grandparents love children.

Zhang Zhang Qi is the youngest grandson of Xiong Jing Zhang's direct line. He was originally the most favored by Zhang Maosong. He couldn't help but flatten his mouth, his eyes turned red, and he sobbed softly, but because of the strict family rules, he didn't dare to make the slightest sound.

The elder sister Zhang Juwan on the side saw it, lest the younger brother would be reprimanded again, and hurriedly said aloud: "Grandfather, I thought of a few words and sentences, can you listen to them properly?" Wash Meiqing'."

"That's a good sentence," Zhang Maosong said, frowning after hearing this, "It's just that my painting has no craggy peaks, two no axis clouds, three no deep docks, where did you wash Mei Qing?", As he said that, he pointed to Zhang Kuangqi, who was already crying beside him, "I'm afraid it's an old sentence written in the past when we were enjoying plum blossoms in the mountains, so let's use it as an emergency now."

"Grandfather forgive me." Zhang Juwan did not argue after hearing this, but bowed his head respectfully and confessed.

"Forget it, you are also out of the love of your compatriots, so how can I blame you?" Zhang Maosong shook his head and said, then looked at Zhang Fenghua and said, "Fenghua, can you come up with a good sentence?"

"The grandson is stupid, so I can only say one sentence," Zhang Fenghua said respectfully, "The ancient flowers are swaying, the cold crickets are all over the ground, and the plum blossoms are old."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone in the room felt their eyes lit up, and the middle-aged nobles around Zhang Maosong applauded and praised: "This sentence makes me feel that my lips and teeth are fragrant.

There is a Liner in the family of Mr. Maosong, and it can be said that the young Feng is clearer than the old Fengsheng. "

"All the censors have won the award." Zhang Maosong waved his hand with a light smile when he heard the words, his eyes suddenly turned to Zhang Juansheng, "Juansheng, what about you, can you come up with any inscription worthy of my solitary plum picture?"

Although Zhang Huansheng didn't like poetry, but when he experienced the red dust in his dreams at Daxumi Temple, he vaguely remembered many good poems about plum blossoms, such as "Knowing from a distance is not snow, but for the sake of dark fragrance", "I have no intention of fighting hard." In the spring, any one of Qunfang's jealousy' and 'the new wind is as comprehensible as it is to be easily destroyed' can all be used to suit the occasion.

It's just at this moment that he had an internal injury in his chest, and there was a faint pain that lingered. He couldn't help thinking that the world in the land of Yan and Huang was full of disasters and disasters. When the imperial army was helpless;

In the vast wilderness, the enemy states are rampant, and the people of Linjian, Quanrong and Xiongze have repeatedly violated the border, burned and killed Wuji, and regarded the people of Chu as pigs and dogs to be slaughtered, but the court has no way to deal with it.

But at this time, the dignitaries of Da Chu were still interested in showing off their elegance and painting Mei Shiyong, which made Zhang Huansheng feel an inexplicable anger in his heart. There was a song that I remembered in my dream. It was originally an anti-poem about chrysanthemums. I changed it a little and blurted out: "On the third of January next year, after the flowers bloom, I will kill all the flowers, and the fragrance will burst into the sky..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly felt inappropriate, Zhang Huansheng opened his mouth, swallowed the last sentence into his belly, suppressed his anger, and said to himself with a dry smile: "This is the end of Shixing, I really can't take it anymore. Now, in fact, promotion is not about writing poetry, just take one sentence, and then use the sentence 'After my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will kill', what does grandfather think?"

Zhang Huansheng's half of the poem, but in terms of rhythm and realm, it's just a bummer, and the first sentence seems mindless and abrupt.

You can just choose a sentence, 'I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom', savoring it carefully, in response to Zhang Maosong's picture scroll with only a few lonely plums, but at once gave birth to the meaning of endless chill.

"Yongmei is an elegant thing, how can you use such a fierce and eloquent sentence, it's really nondescript." Zhang Maosong was stunned when he heard the words, his face showed a mixed look, and he reprimanded in a low voice, then he pondered for a while, and then asked again Said: "I heard that you were in the suburbs of Beijing a few days ago, and you did a righteous act and helped Chi Xiongwei to rescue the daughter of the Gongshu family who was kidnapped by the gangsters, right?"

"It's just a chance encounter. Seeing the injustice on the road, I drew my sword to help," Zhang Huansheng bowed and replied, "It's not really a righteous act."

"It's good for you to have such a humble heart~www.wuxiahere.com~ But being able to help save people from the hands of 'those people' in the age of dancing elephants is indeed not an easy task, but it is also worth being proud of. "Hearing this, Zhang Maosong's gloomy face finally eased, and he boasted vaguely.

Then he asked: "According to the people of Chixiongwei, when you blocked the gangster, you used the supernatural power of the 'Black Nikkei of Big Disaster', and it was quite popular, right?"

"Yes," Zhang Huansheng nodded and said, "I fit in very well with the exercises in "The Black Nikkei of the Great Calamity", and I got some results after practicing."

"The rogue is rumored to be a master of the earth," Zhang Maosong looked at Zhang Shangsheng with a more complicated expression, and asked again, "But you hurt his magic weapon with one move, and continued to pick it up head-to-head. An all-out effort, isn't it?"

Zhang Huansheng frowned and said, "What level of cultivator is that wicked person? My knowledge is shallow and I can't recognize it. I only know that it is a great shame to be defeated by one of his moves.

If there is a chance in the future, I must ask for it back. "

"You don't want to admit defeat." Zhang Maosong pondered for a moment, and said suddenly: "Since this is the case, let me see if there is a chance in the future, and now I will show the supernatural power of the 'Black Nikkei'. Can defeat that earth-level master to take revenge."

In the study room in front of the foreign guests, let his eldest grandson perform martial arts, which is not in line with the etiquette. When Zhang Huansheng heard this, he was slightly stunned, but then he smiled casually, and said nothing, his mind turned. Below, visualized the shape of the candle dragon, and performed the method recorded in the "Black Nikkei of Great Disaster".

In an instant, the chaotic power contained in all parts of his body turned into mist, which flourished from the billions of pores, rolled around his body and turned into the shape of a human head and a dragon body, filling most of the study room, surrounded by Zhang Huan. He rose from the ground and stood in the air.