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In the eyes of many outsiders, this day starts from the east, and within a moment, the golden light vision shrouded in the entire Dunhuang City lasts for a long time.

Ancient Buddha manifested his saints.

The road comes to pay homage.

Among the ancient books and objects that are so far away that they cannot be found in real or falsehood, it is not completely unrecorded.

The few words that only exist on the simplified script and even the turtle's back and shell are depicted in a very strange way. Even if mortals who do not understand martial arts and do not understand immortal arts, most of them will be unable to help but yearn for it, which means pilgrimage.

The mind moves for a moment, and the mind rises for a moment.

The strange phenomena depicted in the characters are also born and scattered at the same time, like a flash in the pan.

However, Zhang Chengfeng's Buddhist calligraphy was drawn by the pen, and the light of gold surrounds Dunhuang. He used the name of Buddha to act in demons. Not to mention that it has never been said to have never been seen in ancient times, but the four words "rare in the world" were absolutely unavoidable.

Rare people naturally have rare luck.

For example, the tens of thousands of soldiers and people in the city could not see the dragon shape hidden under the grand cloak of Buddhism, and could not hear the dragon sound, but Zhang Chengfeng could see and hear clearly.

Although he paid a considerable price for this.

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There is a word in the temple without Buddha.

The way that looks like Buddha but not Buddha.

The mysterious word "Dao" is just like immortality. For thousands of years, one person has been exploring and exploring it tirelessly, but it is difficult to understand and gain something.

In addition to Zhang Chengfeng, who could write the word Tao in Buddhism, he dared not say how profound his understanding of Tao was.

But until the golden light dissipated and the temple's vibration subsided, his fingers were still firmly trapped on the roll of snow-white rice paper, embellished by the crimson red marks stained by blood, and this finger was even more like a brand.

The place where he bleeds the most was not his fingertips.

The thousand-year-old bones turn into yin wind, and the five-finger orchid fragrance locks the pipa. Although it failed to stop Zhang Chengfeng from writing quickly, Lan Gu's trick was still very useful. At least, she successfully made the word "Tao", which should have been vividly flowing on rice paper, become squeamish, with four twists and eight twists, and there was no running script or official script, and there was only a little cursive meaning.

The two saints in the grass are dangling Zhang Zuisu.

Zhang Chengfeng happened to be surnamed Zhang, but if he really wanted to trace the root of the source, he really didn't have much connection with the true and romantic cursive saint Zhang Xu.

Besides, even if there is one, most of them are due to Lan Gu’s previous “inspiration”.

"Your, aren't you going to take it away from my shoulder?"

The dust settled, and only the remaining charm would be left, and it would soon dissipate. Perhaps he gradually realized that his blood could no longer be integrated with his fingers, and achieved the sharp pen tip of writing the road. Zhang Chengfeng, who poked a hole in the back of the rice paper with his fingers alone, finally showed signs of loosening his fingers and asked Lan Gu like this.

His expression did not appear to be distorted by the pain, and his tone could not hear the ruthless coldness of treating the enemy. After Lan Gu heard this, her eyes quickly lost consciousness and her body staggered back unconsciously. After she saw her blood-stained right out of the corner of her eyes, her whole body trembled like a cold.

“I…I…I didn’t mean it…”

Zhang Chengfeng looked at her, his face was as deep as water, and said calmly: "It's just bleeding, why bother so much? You were not like this before."

Lan Gu's mind was gradually calm, but she still felt a little uneasy when she spoke, "You... weren't as crazy as you did just now."

Zhang Chengfeng smiled and said, "If this can be considered crazy, there are still many lunatics in the world."

Lan Gu's expression changed and suddenly shouted at him: "Zhang Chengfeng, do you really think that if you abandon Buddhism, you can't compete with the great way?! You must know that there are gods three feet above your head. You are just a person, but you write more than just a word!"

Zhang Chengfeng said calmly: "The so-called gods above three feet are not as clean and neat as the three-foot green edge that everyone can hold. Not to mention a merely silence of Buddhas in Dunhuang City, even if all the Buddhas in Dunhuang City are sages and enter the world, I must write the word Tao here just now, otherwise how could I see the dragon's shape by relying on the conflict between Buddhas and Taos?"

Lan Gu was angry and felt guilty in her heart. "Even if you can see the dragon shape and hear the dragon roar, you can still follow the boat and get the dragon vein?!"

Zhang Chengfeng's lips opened slightly, but he did not make a sound. Instead, he pointed a finger and signaled Lan Gu to look at the roll of red and white rice paper.

Lan Gu snorted, her eyes turned away, and her expression of surprise instantly overwhelmed her words.

It turns out that the twisted word "Tao" has been dismantled at some point, and the red dots gather and disperse, appearing on paper and vivid in the boundaries. From lines to pictures, first, mountains, rivers, lakes, stars, sun and moon are all in it. Before a moment, from the macro to the slightest, from large to small, all the Tao rhymes are revealed on a long river.

"Is this the dragon vein you are thinking about?"

Zhang Chengfeng shook his head straightforwardly and said, "No, but there is a person on this river who often rafts and ferries. You can help me find the dragon veins."

Lan Gu was half-believing and half-doubted, "Emperors of the Tang Dynasty could not find the dragon vein at a specific location. Are you sure that someone who lives by carrying passengers across the river and crossing the river can help you find it?"

Zhang Chengfeng said: "If the rumors are correct and I remember correctly, Wang Yanzhang, the Hun Iron Gun, also flew on the rivers before serving Zhu Wen."

Lan Gu sneered: "Carrying the passengers? It's almost the same for that guy Wang Tieqin to rob him. Otherwise, who would have been bored and put a big hat of a water thief on him? But then again, putting aside this hat, that guy is really capable. Except for the Flying Tiger General back then, almost no one can subdue him on the battlefield. Can the person you mentioned really compare with him?"

Zhang Chengfeng said confidently: "It was incomparable in the past, but now, at least some aspects can be compared."

"for example?"

"name."

Lan Gu smiled and was about to get angry. When she thought about it, she changed her mouth and asked, "What's his name?"

"Zhenjianghuai."

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Nanjiang, Beihe.

North of the Yellow River, there are countless other river basins, with many huge dragons and few flat streams.

As an important transportation route between the east and west, the eight Xings in Taihang, which has been famous for a long time, has been cut into many rivers such as the Juma River, Hutuo River, Zhang River, Qin River, Dan River, etc.

Because the Taihang Mountains are steep in the east and slow in the west, the rivers often enter the Hebei Plain and flow into the Haihe River system after they are turned. Among them, the Hutuo River, which is one of the two tributaries of the Ziya River, is particularly outstanding.

The two characters Hutuo have the same pronunciation very wide. Some people call it Hutuo, while others call it Futao.

The Gaishui River stretched from Jin to Hebei, with fish and shrimp sinking to the bottom, and passers-by discussing and walking, and there was no shortage of fun.

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A winter moon that is easy to fall in snow and a river surface that is easy to freeze.

A ferryman who is not easy to move and is not proficient in flexibility came.

The straw raincoat was covered with felt shirts, and a straw hat on his head was no different from the ferrymen who often appeared around the river. However, the wooden boat he was riding had so many traces of repairing and patchwork, it was like a crucian carp crossing the river. Although he could not tell at first glance, the excessive density almost made people feel dizzy immediately.

Even if you watch this, how many people will unknowingly board the boat and experience it yourself?

So his business has been not very good.

Often, ten days and half a month may not be able to successfully carry a person across the river, and survive until now without starving to death. To be honest, his fishing skills have taken great contributions when rowing.

But since the weather is so cold that even the river surface begins to bloom, the fish and shrimps lurking in the water will not be so bold that they have the idea of ​​swimming up and shaving ice.

Fish are not bold, but people are bold.

No matter what happened before, he had just watched but did not take action. After his eyes touched the flying pigeon that had come from afar, hiding a little black in the snow white, carrying a little red in the ink black, and hovering in the sky for a long time, he made a decision.

If a boat can cross the river, it is like a boat to cross.

If you can't, just walk!

Although there is an endless, hard and fragile glacier ahead.

The dramatic thing is that when he was waiting patiently, few people were willing to board his wooden boat. When he made a decision and no longer had time as free as before, a young man rushed towards here quickly, which was full of dust that could not be covered by the ice and snow.

"Brother! Boss! Go slowly...wait for me..."

The storm was out of breath, and the intermittent sound suddenly came to his ears. The ferry man who had already pressed on the squats subconsciously narrowed his eyes and looked back and saw a young figure who surprised him.

The young man seemed to have noticed his throwing eyes, shouting endlessly, and his legs and feet were running faster and faster, and he was almost tripped by the stones along the way.

Seeing the young man's figures approaching, it was not like a joke. After he hesitating for a moment, he simply put down his oars and sat on the wooden boat casually. When the boy was only a short distance from him, he immediately spoke, "You little brother is very strange."

The breathless boy wiped the sweat beads on his face with his back, then looked up his head and carefully looked at his face under his hat. He suddenly realized that he had made a vain gift, "Oh, it turns out that he is an uncle. We called you old just now, don't blame me, don't blame me!"

The ferryman said casually: "It's not too bad to call me a father-in-law, but little brother, your outfit is really eye-catching."

The young man seemed to have expected him to say this, and his face remained unchanged: "The rich have the way to wear the rich, and the poor have the way to wear the poor. Our family is not in a good condition and cannot buy a few cotton coats. Even if we occasionally encounter a good harvest, we can buy one or two pieces of clothing, and we have to give it to our family. Let's find a few single clothes to make do with and wrap it around."

The man nodded and asked, "So, are you an authentic farmer's son?"

The boy patted his chest, and his face was filled with a little boldness, "That's right, it's like a fake one!"

The man smiled and said, "Haha. There are all kinds of wonders in the world. This is true. I have been ferrying in the upper reaches of the Hutuo River for some years. Although the business is not good, I have seen many people coming and going. However, it is the first time I have seen you from a farmer like you who come from a farmer and you can generously admit that you are proud of yourself."

When the young farmer saw him laughing out loud, he couldn't help laughing and walked onto the wooden boat. "It's not a shameful thing to do farming, what's inconvenient to admit? The various schools of thought that active in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period are a bit far away. Let's not talk about the farmer's house there, so we will talk closer. The Huang Chao and Huang Jutian, who was famous, powerful and almost completely overturned the Tang Dynasty for hundreds of years, relied on a group of peasant rebels to conquer Chang'an and establish Da Qi?"

Although words are not without reason, they fall into the eyes of those who are interested, every sentence is a heart-wrenching statement.

After hearing this, the man on the ferry did not react much strangely, and his smile still existed. Although he turned his head and looked at the farmer's teenager, his tone was still like chatting, "Little brother, have you learned these words after reading a lot of books, or have you recorded them after listening to a gentleman's story?"

At this time, the young man had already removed the heavy bags on his shoulders and lay freely on the not-so-wide wooden boat. Looking at the sky blue sky above, he suddenly blew a breath, and there was movement, but not loud.

"The money in your pocket is only a little bit, of course you can only daydream and listen to storytelling, and live a life of just living like this. Daddy, oh no, uncle, let's say something to you to be heart-wrenching. Listen to others' stories, it's not only cheap, but also wonderful, so exciting that you can often feel that you are somebody there. Either you wear a blue shirt and a sword or wear armor to kill the enemy, which is so happy!"

The man was about to speak, but the young man added first, "Hehe, the next dozen words can also be heard."

He suddenly fell into silence and didn't know what to say.

The boy was very active in his mind. He lay on the wooden boat, crossed his legs, and said to himself: "We come from Pingshan and go to Qinzhou. We either go to the world or simply find a girl. Either they can catch up with relatives, make a marriage, or get a waste, and just end in these ways. Uncle, you don't have many choices, either drive me away or take me away. There are some silver in the bag, the kind that is fine, you can weigh it before making a decision."

He still didn't say anything, but Shuang held the sculls again.

The sharp-eyed boy quickly turned over with a carp, patted his shoulder and said, "Our surname is Fang, and the word "Yuan" is not the round cake, but the fate of fate. Good uncle, can you reveal your name?"

After a while, he finally spoke again, but only a few words were written.

"inconvenient."
Chapter completed!