“And another style?”

Zhao Yushi, Zhao Kangping, Qiu Dingli and others were all very surprised and turned their attention to Wu Jianguo.

Wu Jianguo nodded and spread the waste paper on the long table, with a poem by Tao Yuanming's "Drinking".

"Building a hut is in the human world, but there is no noise from the carriages and horses. How can you? The heart is far away and the earth is far away. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains. The mountain is beautiful day and night, and the birds return together. There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten my words if I want to distinguish it."

"This is running script, with a elegant and elegant writing, which fully demonstrates Tao Yuanming's indifferent fame and fortune and transcends the seclusion feelings of transcendence in "Drinking" must be written by the masters of running script, but the writing style is very different from the previous Liu style, and it is very likely that it is not written by the same person!"

Zhao Kangping devoted himself to this letter, and could not move his eyes away. His heart was as refreshing as if he had drunk sweet spring, and even had the idea of ​​abandoning his official position and returning to the countryside.

"Does there be two people living in this academy? It is assumed that the Liu style was written by Mr. Mu, then this running script was written by another person. In turn, it may be the Liu style written by another person, and the running script written by Mr. Mu! But in any case, it is really strange that there are two calligraphers in this academy in the deep mountains!"

Qiu Dingli read "Bamboo and Stone" written in Liu style for a while, and read "Drinking" written in running for a while, and was surprised while loving it.

"The calligraphy is profound and profound, your understanding is still too shallow! A person who is proficient in regular script can also be proficient in running script. Although the writing style of this running script is very different from the previous Liu style regular script, it is surprisingly consistent in the cloth white. I am basically sure that these two characters are from the same person!"

Experts can tell if there is any one at a time. Zhao Yushi enjoys a high reputation in the calligraphy world of Ze'an City, and he deserves it. He said with a very sharp eye.

"The calligraphy of this running script is quite unrestrained and unrestrained, and it has the meaning of Yan Zhenqing's "Draft of Memorial to Nephew". It is very different from Liu Gongquan's style. Is it really done by one person?" Zhao Kangping asked in disbelief.

"It's strange here. "Bamboo and Stone" writes the Liu style to the extreme. "Drinking Wine" has won the essence of the world's second-running script "Draft of Memorial to Nephew", but this is written by the same person. It's like ice and fire. I can only say that Mr. Mu is really a genius in the calligraphy world!"

Zhao Yushi's eyes were bright and shining with bright colors, as if he saw the most beautiful scenery in the world, and said with infinite emotion.

The sun gradually sets in the west, and the sky gradually becomes a little darker.

"It's already three o'clock in the afternoon. If we wait any longer, we can only go down the mountain in the dark. The mountains are high and dense, and it's very dangerous. Let's go down the mountain now?"

Wu Jianguo looked up at the sky, looked at the time of his phone again, and reminded him.

"Then let's go. Although I didn't see Mr. Mu, I earned it when I saw these two words!"

Zhao Kangping is busy with official business and it is extremely difficult to take time to come, but he feels lucky at this time.

"The Tiannan Mountain is too big. We really want to wait here for a while. Let's go down the mountain!"

In order to thank Mu Zhengyang for his life-saving grace, Zhao Yushi specially ran from the county to Tiannan Mountain in person. Now that he has seen Mu Zhengyang's calligraphy, he wants to see Mu Zhengyang even more. However, there is no time today, so he has made up his mind to find time to come again in a few days.

Mu Zhengyang was fascinated by reading books on the big tree. He didn't realize it was already evening until he couldn't read the words on the book.

The others were unable to move in the dark woods, but Mu Zhengyang took Sun Xiaosheng and easily returned to the academy as if nothing had happened. The two pieces of waste paper he had discarded in the wastebasket were placed flat on the table.

Mu Zhengyang inspected the inside and outside of the yard. Judging from the traces left on the ground, at least five or six people had entered the yard, but they did not lose anything, and even these two pieces of waste paper were not taken away.

"Oh oh oh..." Sun Xiaosheng woke up and screamed hungry again.

Mu Zhengyang simply ignored these things. Anyway, there was no other valuable place in his academy except books. He skillfully prepared a pot of water to boil and mixed it with the nectar in the Yujing bottle for Sun Xiaosheng to brew milk powder.

After Mu Zhengyang's feeding these days, Sun Xiaosheng's big round eyes became more and more agile, his golden hair became more and more shiny, and his appetite increased to three bottles of milk per meal, but his physique grew a circle at a speed visible to the naked eye. According to this trend, he could look as huge as his mother in one or two years.

After Mu Zhengyang handled Sun Xiaosheng's affairs, he began to read "Qin Cao" by Cai Yong of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

"The first time Fuxi used to play the piano, so he used evil spirits to prevent lust and lust, to cultivate his self-rationality, and to rebel against his innocence. The piano was three feet, six inches and six minutes long, which was three hundred and sixty days long; it was wide and six inches wide, which was like six-mile. The upper part was called the pond, the lower part was called the rock, the lower part was called the rock, the water, which was called the flatness. The lower part was called the bin, the bin, the guest, which was called the ward. The front was wide and the back was narrow, which was like the esteemed and the inferior. The upper part was round and the lower part was about heaven and earth. The five string palace was like the five elements..."

After dawn.

Mu Zhengyang was thinking about making incense. There is a fragrance recipe in his "Nanshan Incense Point", called [Dongpo Sings the Incense].

Su Dongpo is a famous master of Hexiang in history. He is a master of Xiangshu. Dongpo Yin Sixiang is his masterpiece of incense. He loves incense all his life. Whether he was an official in the court, exiled to Hainan, or demoted to Huangzhou, he never left Xiang for a moment.

Singing and scenting fragrance was made by Su Shi when he was the prefect of Hangzhou. The materials were carefully used, the rigorous combination was used, the meridians were clear, the nature and the spirit were nourished, the fragrance was luxurious, and the spirit was solemn. It was agile and hidden in peace and harmony, allowing people to obtain the essence of existence and non-existence in listening and thinking.

The fragrance is as fragrant as the text, with deep rhyme and long meaning, refreshing the heart.

The raw materials for Dongpo Wensixiang include sandalwood, Yuanshen, clove, fragrant aconite, Jiangzhenxiang, cardamom, and so on. Although some people know the recipe for Dongpo Wensixiang, the specific configuration ratio has long been lost.

Moreover, in the traditional incense making process, the ingredients of incense are the most critical.

The proportion of various spice powders is very particular in how to mix and what proportion of the sticky powders are added. If not too much, the effect will be difficult to find. If too much, the nature and taste will be lost. Whether the ratio is appropriate or not will directly affect the quality of the fragrance.

Mu Zhengyang himself used books to deduce [Dongpo Wensixiang] and had mastered its production method, but various raw materials were scarce.

Especially the sandalwood in the formula, also known as sandalwood and white sandalwood, is an ancient and mysterious rare tree species. Sandalwood has a mellow fragrance and has a long-lasting fragrance. It is known as the "King of Spices" and is very rare.
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