Chapter 1122 The flowing sand gently covers the fragrance of ink

"Damn, it won't be such a big scene, will it?"

Zhuang Rui looked at the helicopter hovering in the sky, looking for the landing site, and was stunned. This is not an American blockbuster such as Scorpion King. As for the military?

If he hadn't seen Peng Fei wad to himself in a helicopter, Zhuang Rui might have thought it was a movie.

"Erdan, Xiaoyan, take a good look at the books in the hall. I'll go out and have a look..."

After looking at the river, Zhuang Rui ordered the two of them, and then ran out of Hu Yanglin with the helicopter and waved his hand up to indicate that the helicopter could land.

"Fuck, what's wrong with me? Wait for them to land here..."

The helicopter slowly landed not far from Zhuang Rui, and the propeller drove the yellow sand on the ground to form a small whirlpool, wrapping Zhuang Rui's whole body in it.

After the helicopter stopped completely, Zhuang Rui simply became a sand man. Not to mention a layer of yellow sand on his face, even in his nostrils and ears, it was also blocked with sand.

Zhuang Rui jumped in place for a long time. After shaking off the yellow sand on his body, he happened to see Peng Fei coming up from the helicopter. He quickly grabbed him and asked, "Bad boy, how did you find it here?"

The area of the Gobi Desert in the north is very large. It is not too much to call it a sand sea, and the terrain in the desert is changeable. Even if there are fierce people pointing the way in the air, I'm afraid it's easy to go astray. Zhuang Rui didn't expect that they would come by helicopter.

According to Zhuang Rui's previous estimate, Peng Fei and other people's garrison will have to wait another two days to arrive.

"Brother Zhuang, didn't I leave the satellite phone for you? Isn't the locked signal..., y

Peng Fei curled his lips and despised Zhuang Rui very much. What era is this? He doesn't even understand such basic electronic common sense?

"You are much more, bring me the water" I rinse my mouth...

Zhuang Rui knocked on Peng Fei's head angrily, picked up Peng Fei's military kettle and rinsed it. After that, he continued, "As for such an exaggeration? It's just an ordinary archaeology. Even the military aircraft has been moved out. Peng Fei, you are not looking for my eldest brother, are you?

Zhuang Rui thought that Peng Fei was afraid of an accident in the desert, so he found the military to borrow the helicopter. Although it is common to send troops to assist in archaeological work, it is not possible for ordinary people to get out of such equipment as helicopters.

Before Peng Fei could answer, a voice sounded behind him: "It's not an exaggeration at all. I called this helicopter, Xiaozhuang, do you know what the appearance of Dunhuang literature" represents?"

"Teacher, you are here too..."

Hearing Professor Meng's voice, Zhuang Rui knew that he had wronged Peng Fei. As an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences elected last year, Professor Meng could completely ask the local garrison to assist him in his archaeological work, and it was reasonable to use military helicopters.

After Professor Meng, there are several familiar faces of Zhuang Rui, all of whom are famous archaeological and historical experts in China. Zhuang Rui has heard a lot of their public classes and hurried to say hello to several people.

"Oced up, don't do those fake ones. Xiao Ren said that there are still two Buddha statues that have not been broken. Let's go and have a look..."

Professor Meng couldn't see many people talking there. He grabbed Zhuang Rui and walked in the direction of Hu Yanglin. As he walked, he said, "Zhuang Rui" has gone through more than ten dynasties such as the Three Kingdoms, the Two Jin Dynasties, the Northern Wei Dynasty, the Western Wei Dynasty, Dozens of kinds, and the prevalence of handwritten scrolls, has also spawned the largest calligraphy group in the history of Chinese calligraphy, forming a calligraphy school.

These important discoveries, whether it is the investigation of some gaps in history or the filling of some suspicious cases in archaeology, are crucial. One less is a crime against the country..................

Zhuang Rui didn't know that after Professor Meng received a phone call from Dr. Ren in Beijing a few days ago, he fell off his chair excitedly at that time, and even booked a flight from Beijing to Dunhuang overnight. After hearing the news, the old man couldn't wait for a moment.

Even if there is such a rare natural landscape as the dead poplar forest in front of him, Professor Meng couldn't take his eyes off and walked directly in the direction of the temple. He had already seen the direction when he was in the helicopter just now.

Zhuang Rui was stunned when he heard the words. As he walked past Hu Yanglin with the teacher, he asked strangely, "Calligraphy? I haven't heard of "..." Zhuang Rui knows that most of the scriptures unearthed in Dunhuang Tibetan Sutra Cave are manuscripts, but they are basically based on official script and regular script. Like the calligraphy of the thin gold body Lou, which is famous in later generations, he has not heard of it.

"Zhuang Rui, if you have nothing to do, calm down and practice calligraphy, you will know the influence of Dunhuang calligraphy...

Professor Meng looked at Zhuang Rui and shook his head. Speaking of Zhuang Rui's appreciation of antique jade, he is definitely a master figure in China. Due to the unearthing of Liu Xiu's tomb, Zhuang Rui has also made great achievements in archaeology.

But for some very basic common sense knowledge, Zhuang Rui often makes jokes. Professor Meng is also very confused. Zhuang Rui knows nothing about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but why can he identify the authenticity of the object?

Professor Meng was obviously very talkative, and then said, "Zhuang Rui, do you know whose words I found in the scriptures that Xiao Ren first shipped out?", "Whose words?" Is this scripture written by celebrities?" Zhuang Rui really doesn't know much about calligraphy. Ancient calligraphers knew Wang Xizhi, Wang Xianzhi, Zhang Xu, Huai Su and Yan Zhenqing and others. In modern times, in addition to the teacher of Jin Pangzi, Zhuang Rui's eyes were blackened.

"Of course, only from an oil paper bag, I found 30 volumes of Cao Sheng's handwritten scriptures. Do you know that even if it is in the Dunhuang literature stranded abroad, there are only a few volumes..." Professor Meng is obviously extremely excited. When he speaks, his hands are waving, and Professor Meng has been writing calligraphy since he Although it is not as good as the master's position in the calligraphy industry, it is still in the eyes of appreciation of calligraphy.

"Zhang Xu? Well...that's worth the old money..."

Zhuang Rui was stunned when he heard the words. He didn't expect that there was everyone's handwriting in this Dunhuang literature. Out of habit, Zhuang Rui couldn't help thinking about the price of Zhang Xu's works, but after thinking about it for a long time, it seemed that he had not heard that Zhang Xu's works had been auctioned

"You...you boy, no learning..."

After Professor Meng heard Zhuang Rui's words, he was careless and staggered by the withered branches of the poplar under his feet. He simply stopped and looked at Zhuang Rui and said, "What I'm talking about is not Zhang Xu, but Zhang Zhi..." Zhuang Rui's face was a little confused and shook his head I haven't heard of..." "You... I see you go back to study with undergraduates for a period of time, even Zhang Zhi doesn't know..." Professor Meng couldn't laugh or cry at himself as a proud disciple, so he had to dispel Zhuang Rui and tell Zhang Zhiping briefly.

Professor Meng said that Zhang Zhi is a famous calligrapher in the Eastern Han Dynasty and a native of Dunhuang, Gansu Province.

During the period of Zhang Zhi's life, the slow-moving official script and the independent Zhangcao with official script could no longer meet people's needs. On the basis of inheriting the chapter, Zhang Zhi got rid of the old customs and created the original one for the cursive script!

Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy, should be modest to Zhang Zhi. He once said, "Zhong Zhangxin is excellent, and the rest is not good", that is to say, in ancient and modern calligraphy, Wang Xizhi only pays attention to Zhong Yu and Zhang Zhi.

In the history of [Zhong] Chinese calligraphy, Zhang Zhi and Huaisu reflected back and forth, representing the two monuments in the prevalence of cursive calligraphy in the Han and Tang Dynasties. It can be said that Wang Xizhi, Wang Xianzhi, Zhang Xu and Huaisu, all of whom were taught by Zhang Zhi, the first giant in

It's just the era of Zhang Zhi's life, which is still earlier than Wang Xizhi and others, and there are very few authentic works handed down. Even in several foreign books suspected to be Zhang Zhi's manuscripts, there is no signature. It is a person outside the calligraphy world, and I haven't heard much about his name.

While waiting for the military helicopter, Professor Meng roughly sorted out the handwritten scriptures, but accidentally found Zhang Zhi's well products. At that time, he treated these grass holy relics with a pilgrimage mentality.

After introducing Zhang Zhi's situation, Professor Meng said with emotion, "Xiao Zhuang, I'm sure that if the master in Beijing sees Zhang Zhi's handwriting, he will close his eyes." Zhuang Rui knows who Professor Meng is talking about. The master is old this year, although Zhuang Rui will visit the old man from time to time. Help him sort out his body, but his aura is not omnipotent. The old man's health is getting worse and worse, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to live this winter.

While talking, a group led by Professor Meng had stepped into the ancient temple and saw the ancient books that had been disassembled and put back into the oil paper by Zhuang Rui. Professor Meng quickly put on gloves and looked at them.

After a long time, Professor Meng raised his head, gently rubbed the scroll with his hand, and said with emotion, "I didn't expect that so many precious cultural relics could be preserved in the desert yellow sand. This is really quicksand to cover the fragrance of ink..." Zhuang Rui said with a smile, "Teacher, what you said is intentional. The situation..."

"Xiaozhuang, the teacher wants to thank you. If it weren't for you, the teacher might not have seen these Dunhuang documents submerged in the desert and yellow sand in his life..." When Professor Meng spoke, he actually stood up and bowed to Zhuang Rui. He was so scared that Zhuang Rui quickly waved his hand and said, "No, teacher I can't afford to live. These were found together with Brother Ren and Xiao Jia..."

"Your names will be remembered by future generations..." Professor Meng looked at Zhuang Rui with relief and said, "Okay, you can clean up these scrolls on the ground. Prepare and open the other two Buddha statues to see if there are any scrolls in it?"