Maoshan ghost hunter

All the way to the main building, the old servant knocked on the door three times, then nodded to the two with a smile, and retreated.

The main door opened, and a man in a black suit opened the door. When he saw Zhou Jingru, he immediately put on a smile: "Sister Xiaoru."

"Brother Xu Jun," Zhou Jingru shook hands with him, and then introduced to Ye Shaoyang: "This is Wu Xujun, the young master of the Wu family. This is my father and my good friend, Ye Shaoyang, a rookie in calligraphy, I heard that the old man has many The authentic works of calligraphy and painting, I want to visit and have a look.”

Wu Xujun reached out his hand to Ye Shaoyang very politely, "Uncle Zhou praised you very much on the phone, Mr. Ye is young and promising, it's amazing."

Ye Shaoyang stretched out his hand to shake him, and frowned secretly. Wu Xujun had already let go of his hand, stood aside and gestured for them to come in, and then exchanged greetings with Zhou Jingru.

Ye Shaoyang looked at him secretly, this guy had a good image, he looked handsome in his twenties, but his temperament was very mature and reserved, but Ye Shaoyang could see something different from him.

Because it is a bamboo building, the interior decoration of the hall is relatively simple, giving it a feeling of returning to nature. The furniture is also made of bamboo or wood, but the shape is very elegant and elegant, and it is definitely not cheaper than those metal jade wares.

Calligraphy and paintings are hung all around the walls, varying in size and layered, without appearing cluttered.

A well-dressed woman in her 40s came to make tea. The tea sets she used were also made of wood. Wu Xujun sat down and chatted with them for a while, then crossed the screen and walked up the wooden ladder. Lou, go invite the old man.

Ye Shaoyang wanted to remind Zhou Jingru something while there was no one around, but Zhou Jingru touched him lightly with her leg and continued to drink tea.

After waiting for a few minutes, footsteps came from the stairs, and an old man in a yellow robe walked down with the help of Wu Xujun. Zhou Jingru immediately stood up and greeted, "Uncle Wu!"

The person who came was Wu Lele!

Ye Shaoyang looked over, the old man was thin, his hair was all white, but very thick, not missing at all, he looked only in his sixties, his back was straight, Ye Shaoyang could tell at a glance that he was a hallucination and he had seen it in the photos The Wu happy.

Thirty years ago, the real murderer behind the scenes forced 30 people to commit suicide.

Although, his intentions may be good.

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Chapter 6 Ninety

In the past 30 years, except for his gray hair, he doesn't look too old, and his skin is still rosy and shiny. Suddenly, a ridiculous idea popped up in his heart: Does this old man take supplements such as "golden meat" every day?

After exchanging pleasantries between the two parties, Wu Lexing greeted the two of them to sit down and made a pot of Kung Fu tea for them to taste. First, he greeted Zhou Jingru's father and chatted casually. Zhou Jingru brought the topic to Ye Shaoyang. Ye Shaoyang also immediately expressed his desire to visit his collection.

"Ordinary products are not very interesting. Boy, since you are proficient in calligraphy, I recently got some incomplete posts. I just invite you to appreciate them."

Ye Shaoyang immediately said no.

Wu Lexie nodded at his son, Wu Xujun immediately went upstairs, Shaoqing came down with a bamboo box, opened it and put it on the coffee table.

The box was opened, and Wu Lele personally took out a few yellowed copybooks from inside. At first glance, they looked like antiques, most of which were fragments, with some calligraphy written on them.

Wu willingly separated the copybooks and placed them on the tea table one by one, politely asking Ye Shaoyang to appreciate them.

Ye Shaoyang looked at each copybook, and saw that there were several types of fonts on the copybooks, so he had to hurry to put them on the shelves, and choked out a few calligraphy terms.

These superficial terms, to the ears of a veteran fan like Wu Le, are simply laymen, but he just smiled and asked Ye Shaoyang to judge the author of these copybooks.

Ye Shaoyang didn't even look at it, and said, "I don't know."

When Zhou Jingru heard what he said, she couldn't help feeling a little worried. Even if it was a progressive strategy, she had to pretend to be one, so as not to be questioned by others, and it would be difficult to smooth things over.

Sure enough, Wu Yue smiled lightly and said, "Can't Mr. Ye recognize such a rich handwriting?"

Ye Shaoyang said frankly: "I can't recognize anyone's handwriting. I have never liked to practice calligraphy, and there are copybooks everywhere around me. I throw them away after practice. I have never seen who the author is, and no one told me about it."

Wu Yue said with a smile: "What's the use of practicing calligraphy without seeking the root cause?"

Ye Shaoyang also laughed: "I'm practicing calligraphy, so what are you doing? You ate an egg that tastes good, so you must know the hen that lays the egg?"

Wu Lele was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing heartily, and ordered Wu Xujun to collect all the copybooks.

Get up, spread the rice paper, and say to Ye Shaoyang, "Since Mr. Ye doesn't bother reading books, he is always good at writing books. Please write a picture for the old man to read."

Ye Shaoyang was not in a hurry, so he asked Wu Yue to write a picture first, which was regarded as a guest's respect for the host.

"Okay. The old man throws bricks to attract jade." Wu Lexi declined for a while, picked up a medium-thick pen brush from the pen holder next to the table, dipped it in ink, and finished it on the paper in one go. He smiled at Ye Shaoyang, "I'm kidding." .

When Ye Shaoyang went up to look, there were two words written on the paper: Heavenly Way.

Written in regular script, it looks very upright and very skillful.

Ye Shaoyang praised a few words from the bottom of his heart, Wu Le smiled lightly, pointed to those two words and said: "You are all written like a person, Mr. Ye, have you ever seen anything from my two words?"

Ye Shaoyang was stunned, observed carefully, and slowly said: "The font is square and regular, and it is flat and stable, which shows that the old man is honest. His writing style is restrained, tight inside and loose outside. It can be seen that the old man is full of confidence and has a strong idea in his heart."

After a pause, Ye Shaoyang continued: "The most important thing is the word chosen by the old man, the way of heaven. These two characters are very heavy in themselves. Mr. Ming is very clear about right and wrong, and has a faint ambition to do justice for heaven?"

Wu Le laughed loudly, "How can it be possible to act on behalf of the heavens? Follow the heavens, have ideals and help the world at the same time. What does Mr. Ye think?"

Ye Shaoyang felt that his words had a meaning of quoting outside the topic, so he asked a question: "How can I follow the way of heaven?"

"Clear right from wrong, suppress the strong and help the weak, the brave take the responsibility." Wu Le said, "This is only one aspect."

Looking at his determined eyes, Ye Shaoyang believed that what he said was true, and he also did so. This old man is not a bad person in essence.

Staring at Wu Lele's face, Ye Shaoyang continued to ask: "It's not easy to tell right from wrong. What is the standard? Did you set it? If so, how can you guarantee that you are right?"

Wu Le was taken aback for a moment, and said slowly: "Then how can you call yourself following the way of heaven?"

Ye Shaoyang came to the table, grabbed a pen from the pen holder, and the pen followed the dragon snake, and added two characters after the word "Heavenly Way" written by Wu Lexie.

Wu Le, father and son, and Zhou Jingru immediately came together curiously to have a look.

Ye Shaoyang wrote in cursive, wild cursive, but because the characters have few strokes, they are easy to recognize, and even Zhou Jingru is a hundred to ten thousand small at a glance! Said, he wrote two characters: people's hearts.

"The way of heaven is too perfect. It is not real enough to be perfect blindly. Therefore, I agree to start from the heart and compare the heart to people."

Wu Le is staring at the rice paper on the table. The words "Tian Dao" and "Human Heart", one in regular script, one in cursive script, one in square form, and one in freehand brushwork, have very different styles and temperaments. This comparison arouses Wu Le some thoughts.

"Good words!" Wu Lexi observed for a while, and then gave an evaluation of these two words. Without too much nonsense, these two words represent his attitude.

Ye Shaoyang took off the rice paper, took a brush in his hand, and wrote four more characters in one breath, stepped aside, and asked Wu Yue with a smile: "How about these four characters?"

Wu Lele stepped forward to take a look, and his eyelids immediately jumped up. Ye Shaoyang wrote: Ziyue Qingtian.

Wu Lexi restrained his emotions, observed for a moment, and said expressionlessly: "It's also a good word."

Ye Shaoyang curled the corners of his mouth. These four words came to him on a whim, and they were a very clear hint, but Wu Lexi's performance of pretending to be stupid made him dissatisfied. He gritted his teeth and pointed at the two "Ziyue" One word said: "Are these two words good?"

Wu Le said: "Okay."

"What did the old man think of when he saw these two words?" Finally he pierced the window paper.

Wu Lele looked down at those two words, remained silent, and his face was expressionless, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.