There are a large piece of ink marks on the painting where the white space is left. After careful identification, there are six lines in total. They look like characters but not characters. They look like paintings but not paintings. Moreover, these handwritings are not as fat as thin as thin, and they are winding and twisted, like pythons traversing branches. Occasionally, there are several strokes and strokes that are inserted out from the python's body, and they are straight like sword lights and sabers. They are thrilling.

The exclamation was made by Xiaoqing. At this moment, she opened her eyes wide. Looking at the handwriting, she seemed to have seen something rare. She was stunned and dazed.

Chang Sihao looked left and right, and it was really hard to recognize a word. Dajue was embarrassed and said, "I thought I could write it. I didn't expect it to be like this..."

Gao Yang touched his chin and murmured, "No, no, no, no, this is strange, not bad. Although I looked at it across the table, I also took a look. Your words were exactly the same as those written by Changsun Xiaochi. Hey. He wrote very quickly. When he didn't look carefully, he felt like he was scribing randomly. It looked like a ghost painting talisman. There was no big difference." As he said that, he looked up at Alliance Master Zheng and Jing Wenzhong. But he saw that both of them showed joy in their handwriting, which made him confused and a little confused.

Jing Wenzhongxiao said, "It seems that our worries are unnecessary. I also said that Mr. Xu wrote a letter a few days ago to ask others to be eunuchs on the pen. The people around him should not be in the same heart and virtue as Dongchang."

"Well. This will reduce the pain." Alliance Leader Zheng looked at the words, covered his mouth and coughed lightly, saying, "However, there are some difficult things in this word. It's very strange. Since it means to express one's will, it's said that he is himself. But what explanation is this homesickness? Is he not a member of Jiangnan, but his ancestral home in the capital?"

Gao Yangqi said: "Nest love. What kind of homesickness?"

The two ignored him and their eyes were still on the paper. Jing Wenzhong said, "It is very likely that the situation in the capital for many years has almost always referred to the upper observing pattern. However, there is such a person who went down to Jiangnan and created such a big name. This is really hard..." Gao Yang couldn't help but interrupt and said, "Wait. Don't say it down now. I don't care what he wants. Since you two have understood these words, read it first and let me know what he said. It's really uncomfortable."

Alliance Leader Zheng and Jing Wenzhong looked at each other after hearing this. Haha laughed.

Xiaoqing looked at Chang Sihao and said with a confused face, "So you don't know each other. This is a dragon-shaped macaque."

Chang Sihao Daqi: "What dragon-shaped madman?"

Jing Wenzhong explained with a smile: "The Tao is written by writing. There are calligraphers in the world. Calligraphers in the world. There are only two people who have reached the peak for thousands of years. One is the King of the Right Army and the other is the Sloppy Zhang. The Right Army. It refers to Wang Xizhi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Sloppy Zhang, which is Zhang Sanfeng at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. Wang Xizhi met a hermit in Tiantai Mountain and was taught the Taoist essence in "Huangting Jing". Since then, calligraphy has made great progress and went down the mountain. He wrote the world's number one running script, "Lanting Preface". He used Taoism's true learning. In calligraphy, Zhang Sanfeng originally practiced Shaolin boxing. He had not reached a high level. Later, he studied Taoism in Wudang Mountain. He watched eagles and snakes fight each other and realized the natural principles of nature. After more than ten years of cold and heat, he embraced the Taoist heart in martial arts. He established the internal martial arts school. His calligraphy also integrated the essence of martial arts and Taoism. The characters he wrote seemed to integrate mountains, rivers, valleys, sun, moon, stars, and calligraphy. There was also a real dragon flying around it. Its momentum was shocking the sky and stirring the sea, and it was ups and downs and magnificent. The supreme harmony. He was called the dragon-shaped cursive script."

"good."

Zheng looked at the handwriting on the paper and said with emotion: "Wang Youjun entered the Tao with literature and carried Tao in calligraphy. His calligraphy has been a masterpiece for thousands of years. Zhang Zhenren entered the Tao with martial arts and merged Tao with martial arts. His martial arts was a masterpiece for all generations. For him, calligraphy was just a small slab by the river. He was a big tree and a slender branch. People in the world practiced calligraphy. Most of them entered from the side door and had not obtained the true teachings of Xuanmen. How could they understand Zhang Zhenren's calligraphy, which was the most learned from the world. Many people admired the Youjun. Few people understood the real people. They were really tall and slutty. However, even if they knew the good calligraphy of the Youjun and pursued the words, they were also going the wrong direction for the whole life. They could not catch up with it no matter what."

Jing Wenzhong said, "Yes. This is exactly the same as the saying, "If you look for Buddhism from paper, dig the pen tip to Dongting Lake." The Right Army made a book because of the enlightenment. But people in the world wrote for books. Naturally, it was difficult to go north. Alas. I just didn't expect that Changsun Xiaochi was a gangster hero. The true meaning of dragon-shaped cursive script in his words is. He should not be underestimated."

Gao Yang stared at him for a long time. The two of them were still talking about calligraphy and not mentioning the content. He couldn't help but get angry so that his nostrils became wider and thicker.

Xiaoqing smiled and said, "Okay, okay. As soon as you talk about calligraphy, you will be more and more excited. Uncle Gao. They don't take the talent. Don't be angry. I'll read it for you. I'll write a song later. Let's sing together. Don't take them." This sentence made Zheng and Jing laugh.

Xiaoqing picked up her pen and cleared her throat. She recited it word by word: "The angry sea is flat and the sky is soaring in the clouds. The turbid waves fly. The west wind is strong. The black clothes are like waves like iron. I don't move. I hear the sound of the gulls. I've been separated for many disasters. People and myself are old. The hometown feelings are timid. The beautiful rivers and mountains are red dragons. The demons are rampant. People and ghosts share the world. The ancestral temple is tilted. The fog locks the Chinese. The blood of the nine provinces is crying. I wish to be like Pangu's no magic axe. I shake my clothes and shake my eyebrows. I borrow it from the sky with my hands." She read in her mouth. The pen moves with the sound. The same six lines of small regular script was translated under the six lines of dragon-shaped cursive script.

The regular script is clear and concise. Chang Sihao can understand it. After a look, I feel that Xiaoqing's calligraphy is beautiful, exquisite and regular. It seems that she has put in a lot of effort. As for the lyrics of Changsun Xiaochi, I don't think it is good to write it. Gao Yang looked at the words and sentences and was silent. Jing Wenzhong pointed at the two words and said, "You have thought of what you think of when you look at these two words."

The word "red dragon" on his finger was exactly the word "red dragon". Chang Sihao thought: "It is common to write dragons and phoenixes in poetry. What can I think of? Ah..." He said in a lost voice: "Yes. Since ancient times, it has been said that the emperor is a dragon species. Since it is said that 'the great rivers and mountains are red dragons', it has led to 'demons' rampant'. Could Changsun Xiaochi blame the Ming Dynasty for its beautiful country and the emperor is not a good emperor. Do you want to rebel?"

Gao Yang smiled and said, "Wrong, wrong. Red means red. Red is red. Red dragon is red. The great rivers and mountains are red dragons. It is said that the Red Dragon system of the Dongchang is a mighty and a blessing to the world."

Halfway through his words, Chang Sihao had already reacted. He thought to himself: "Yes. Xiaoyu said the two major systems of Dongchang. They are divided into red dragons and ghost fog. Why did I forget?" He looked at the lyrics and suddenly realized his heart. He thought: "The following sentence 'Mist locks on China'. Naturally, it is said to ghost fog. The ancestral temple refers to the country and court. Loyal ministers and good generals are on the stage. They have always been compared to the white jade pillars of the sky. The purple gold and beams of the sea are as follows:

Yes. 'Yuzhu Slanting' means that loyal ministers were killed. Changsun Xiaochi said the two major systems of Red Dragon and Ghost Fog separately. In fact, the spearhead clearly pointed to the Dongchang. It means that the country is destroyed and the destruction is at the hands of the Dongchang. If they do evil, the people will naturally 'Jiuzhou crying blood' and 'the world of humans and ghosts'. No wonder the Alliance Leader Zheng and Director Jing said they were relieved as soon as they saw it. They thought he would not be with the Dongchang."

Gao Yang murmured, "Looking like this, Changsun Xiaochi is determined to break the chaos and return to justice in the world. Haha. His ambition is quite large."

Alliance Leader Zheng nodded and said, "These are easy to understand. What's strange is the middle sentence. Changsun Xiaochi's identity is mysterious. Everything is a mystery. Over the years, no one has known where his ancestral home, who are his parents, whether he has brothers and sisters, and where his masters are. If you want to find out his origin, you have no way to start. I believe that even the people from Dongchang will not know more than we do. What this word says is clearly saying that he is going back to his hometown this time. Based on this inference, he is mostly from the capital. Or he lived in Beijing in his early years. This is somewhat unexpected."

Jing Wenzhong said, "Yes. Judging from his meaning, he should have experienced many hardships before going to the south. Now that he is back, he is full of strangers, which makes him feel at a loss."

Xiaoqing was a little puzzled: "Uncle Gao. You said that Changsun Xiaochi was not old at most. He was at most thirty-one or two years old. If the person in the poem was talking about himself, then that would be considered as 'the person is old'."

Gao Yang thought for a while and said, "That's not what it means. A man is a real man who sighs when he is free when he is free. Isn't it sad? Changsun Xiaochi is a person after all. He must not have been like this. Maybe he was still very young when he went to the south. He was thirty years old. His vision of things will change. It's not surprising to recall his childhood in the past. You, Uncle Jing, sighed just now. Didn't he sigh that he was old? Where is he old? Sometimes this thing depends on his mood."

Alliance Leader Zheng said: "Just words, it is difficult to explain his life experience. It is better not to say it. Changsun Xiaochi's attitude towards Dongchang directly affects the direction of the situation. We must observe it carefully. Think about it. If his lyrics were sung by Shui Yanxiang, what would Zeng Shiquan react? Even if Xu Ge Lao was the backer, it would not be a comfortable thing to have a bond with Dongchang. Changsun Xiaochi's mentality is really uneasy."

Gao Yang said: "They were polite to the people in the East Factory on the surface and contempt in their hearts. They were just pretending to be slandering at the dinner table. The most obvious one was Zhu Qing. He scolded him indirectly. He seemed to only treat the other party as an ordinary stinger and didn't take it seriously at all. Jiang Wan also teased him. Occasionally, they tried to smooth things over. Although they pretended to be literati and scholars, they were all crazy. Changsun Xiaochi was no exception. He had always been indulging in Zhu Qing's excessiveness and had never stopped him. I see that in their hearts, Juhao Pavilion's current strength is their capital that they are fearless."

Alliance Leader Zheng nodded: "It's not that Zeng Shiquan doesn't understand some words. It's just that he is treacherous and cautious in doing things. If Cao Xiangfei were there, I'm afraid he'd already beaten Ranma people."

Xiaoqing smiled and said, "Dad, why are you worried that Changsun Xiao is late? If they fight, isn't that a good thing? In the past two years, Dongchang's suppression of us has gradually increased. Frictions have occurred from time to time. In the end, you still want us to deal with Juhao Pavilion. If Changsun Xiaochi and Dongchang first take over, won't we be quiet?"

"What does a child know? He just talks nonsense." Zheng League Leader glared at her reproachfully, and then glanced at Chang Sihao for a moment. He was silent for a moment, saying: "Changsun Xiaochi's desire to support the country is just a thought. He is a fellow patriot in our league."

Gao Yang frowned slightly and said, "Leader. Several years have passed. Haven't your original idea changed yet? What is a lyric? The people of the country and anyone can hang it out as a guise to deceive people. In the past, you wrote less persuasion letters? He did not do the same thing. He said that his invincible intention was to turn the enemy into friends. But if this is true, how could he slaughter the martial arts world in the south of the Yangtze River and unify the underworld. No matter when and where he went, he and us would not be fellow disciples. Changsun Xiaochi believed it. Only fists."

Jing Wenzhong nodded: "Gong Lie said it well. There are some things. We can't think too naively."
Chapter completed!