Chapter 8 Origin Text

"Do you know what calligraphy is?" Meng Tian looked at Wang Ji, who was a child in front of her, and asked.

"I only know how to write, but I don't know what it really means, but I have heard it from my father. Calligraphy, calligraphy is the book of people, and law is the law of Tao. Calligraphy is the way of people. Wang Ji slowly grinds the ink and thinks of his father. At the beginning, he also helped his father grind ink like this.

Wang Mo is a master of calligraphy, and his understanding of calligraphy is extremely profound. The random writing makes Wang Ji feel as unfathomable as an abyss,

"Well, that's well said. Calligraphy is the way of people. If you don't know this, no matter how good the word is, it's just a symbol, but it can't be called calligraphy.

"The so-called human law and earth law, earth law heaven, heaven law and Taoism, Taoism nature. In the world, if you want to know the world and understand the meaning, it is nothing more than the nature of the teacher. I am a soldier. I don't want to say the words of these yin and yang families, but it is undeniable that there is indeed some truth. Everything in heaven and earth follows some rules..."

Meng Tian paused and continued to say, "The five elements of yin and yang are also confused, and this original text also comes from this. Symbols are to represent all things in heaven and earth. Naturally, it should not only have its shape, but also have its meaning. Therefore, the ancestors created words and pursued their origin. With the divine pen, one word can have a hundred righteousness. Three words can open the table of all things, and nine words can reach the origin.

smiled, and Meng Tian also shook her head: "This is the origin of the text."

Wang Ji was very surprised and remembered the meaning of the rune. Is this the original text? Just like the rune, in order to pursue the way of origin.

"So, the original text is only nine words?" Although Wang Ji has never studied runes, he has also heard that runes have 108 words. Each combination has different meanings. Often the positions of the two words are different, which will make the effect change dramatically.

However, listening to Meng Tian say this, it seems that the original text has only nine words?

"Yes, nine is the extreme of the number. The original text has only nine words, and all nine words are the way of heaven. The so-called road fifty, Tianyan forty-nine, people escape one. The original text is pursued by four or nine to break through one of them.

"It is said that the ancient Cangjie created a word, which played the whole world. It rained like rain in the daytime, and the ghosts cried and howled at night. Why? It's a blessing, but it's also a disaster. As soon as the words come out, human spirituality suddenly opens. From then on, there will be no stagnation and can become the Lord of all things. The way of heaven is complete. However, heaven and earth were originally the lord of all things, and how could they be indifferent? So the source was covered and turned into nine words.

Wang Ji was stunned. History has long shown that Cangjie's words are just a collection of folk words, and most of them were not created by him.

But today I heard such a statement, and there was also something said by Meng Tian, a famous general, who made him not know how to answer for a while.

"However, hundreds of years later, these nine characters have long been scattered. I will be now. It is the 49-character original text. I only know 24 words, and Li Si can speak 24 words.

"Isn't that only 48 words? What about one more word?" Wang Ji was stunned and said. In my heart, I thought, is the origin text a rune or not?

Meng Tian smiled and said, "There is another word in your majesty's hand. At the beginning, His Majesty got 49 words of the original script, but Li Si and I can learn it, and it is difficult for the rest of us to understand the mystery of the original script.

"But with Your Majesty's character, how can we be allowed to obtain this original text alone? It's really a pity to give up, so the two of them are divided in half, and the remaining word is in the hands of Your Majesty."

"Why does the general know that I can learn the original text?" Wang Ji himself doesn't know whether he has the talent to learn the original characters, and he doesn't know how Meng Tian knows it.

"Well, when you first started, you noticed the original text on the door, and there was a little reaction, which caused changes all over your body. Maybe you can't feel it yourself, but I have been immersed in the original text for many years, but I know it. Meng Tian said with a smile.

Wang Ji stopped grinding the ink, and the ink had been polished.

He stood up, walked to Meng Tian, and bowed down and worshiped: "The teacher is on the top. Please be worshipped by the apprentice."

Meng Tian was silent for a while, but she didn't stop it. After most of the day, she laughed: "Okay, I didn't expect to receive a disciple in this tomb. The real sky is endless for my soldiers!"

In Meng Tian's words, with a little bitterness and a little relief...

"The tomb of the sons... Yes, the tomb of the sons... In such a place, they live aimlessly. It is too cruel for those who have great wisdom, perseverance and ambition." Wang Ji thought silently.

Maybe it's because of this that they... chose to sleep one after another.

Worshiping Meng Tian as a teacher is not Wang Ji's impulse for a moment. Although he has not been together for a long time, he can see that Meng Tian is a person with wisdom and strong strength.

Meng Tian was enough to make him respect. An expedition to the Xiongnu resisted Rong Di outside the Great Wall and ** killed the bloody wind on the grassland.

Everyone knows that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty sent troops into the grassland and expeditioned to the Xiongnu. But who doesn't know that a Qin general named Meng Tian once led his 300,000 army to wash the prairie.

Meng Tian Yuzhong? Maybe yes, and die because of it, but no one can say that he is not. We can only say that he left his soldiers, but he has never left his country.

Even if the man sitting in a high position killed his relatives.

Not only that, but also because the group of people represented by Meng Tian is the soul of Yanhuang!

Without them, how can Yanhuang people be called Yanhuang? The Yanhuang nation has lost too many things.

With the help of Meng Tian, Wang Ji got up and was by Meng Tian's side.

"You are my only apprentice. In the future, I will call you a lonely child. A teacher is like a father. Since you worship me as a teacher, I will naturally pass on your way as a teacher." Meng Tian said solemnly to Wang Ji.

"I have learned a lot, but after all, I am a descendant of the military family. The most important thing is the way of the military family. From tomorrow, you will come in and learn martial arts for the division. Of course, there is also this original text. You are also interested in Guzheng, and you can also take time to teach you as a teacher.

After saying that, Meng Tian picked up the pen in his hand, dipped it in ink, and clicked on the silk.

In the feeling of Wang Ji, the pen in Meng Tian's hand is full of confused colors, and every stroke is full of natural taste, as if it is not writing, but drawing a beautiful picture scroll with grass, big trees, birds, insects and fish, and everything is full of the smell of life.

"Apprentice, what do you think?" Meng Tian looked at Wang Ji's intoxicated look and couldn't help laughing.

"Master, the disciple only felt the smell of life..." Wang Ji told his feelings truthfully, but he thought in his heart, "Even the runes are not so magical."

"Well, it's okay. This word represents life, but it's not just that." Meng Tian smiled and praised and degraded, but in his heart, he praised Wang Ji's talent and realized most of the meaning of this word so simply.

"Oh, what else?" Wang Ji thought for a moment, but didn't find anything more.

"If there is life, there will be death. You only feel life, but not death. In fact, the two have always been interdependent. Originally, the two were half each. The teacher eliminated most of the death, leaving only life, so what you feel is basically the strong taste of life.

"However, you should always remember that there is never more than one Tao contained in the original text. No matter how it is stripped, it is impossible. On the contrary, the two are compatible and born with each other, so that they can give full play to the meaning of the original text. Anode yin, cathode yang, this is the right way.

Wang Ji didn't understand the original text, but he listened carefully. Although he didn't understand what these meanings represented in the original text, he nodded with approval. In this world, everything must be reversed. Where there is life, there is death. There is nothing to escape.

Wang Ji looked carefully at the words in front of him. Without many strokes, it was not difficult. But he felt that there seemed to be no word in front of him. But I can't describe what it is.

At this time, Wang Ji only felt that the scenery in front of him was getting more and more confused.

He patted his face in various ways, and suddenly, the five fingerprints on the left half of the face were extremely clear. Only then did Wang Ji wake up. Looking at Meng Tian's dull expression, Wang Ji said shyly, "Master, you are trapped in the magic barrier."

"Haha, apprentice, you are so humorous. The artistic conception of the original text, even if there is only one word, can derive countless meanings. If it is only deduced according to the perception, it will indeed be endless. Come on, I'll teach you how to write this word. If you learn how to write, it will be much easier to understand.

Humor is a new word he learned from Wang Ji...

After saying that, Meng Tian took out another piece of silk, which was exactly the same as the previous word, and even no difference. However, it did not have the feeling of life that Wang Ji felt before, but gave Wang Ji a contradictory and extremely uncomfortable feeling.

"You can try it." Meng Tian's malicious smile made Wang Ji feel that it was not as simple as Meng Tian said. But I still picked up the pen.

Flattening the silk on the table, Wang Ji wanted to write, but he couldn't pause the first stroke anyway. He only felt that as long as he had the idea of writing this word, the pen in his hand trembled uncontrollably.

The word written by Meng Tian seemed to have been branded in his mind, but he had no way to start.

"Why, it's clear that the master wrote it well." Wang Ji wanted to recall the way Meng Tian wrote, and where did he start? But there is no impression at all.

"Apprentice, how's it going?" Meng Tian looked at Wang Ji's red face and also thought it was funny and funny. Originally, when I saw Wang Ji slapped me, I also thought this disciple was funny, so I couldn't help teasing him.

It is not like the previous descendants, who are afraid of him. Wang Ji has no fear at all.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw Wang Ji heavily point down the brush in his hand, then spit out a mouthful of blood, and then the figure disappeared in the world.

What happened in an instant made Meng Tian stunned, and then laughed loudly. It spread all over this quiet mountain village.