Chapter 609: The Immortal in White

Jiang Fan circled around the big stone twice, stood there and thought for a moment, and finally took out a copper teapot from the carriage and started tapping it on the big stone.

After seven strikes, there was no movement for a while. Jiang Fan was just thinking about whether to strike a few more times, when suddenly a woman's voice sounded vaguely.

"Who is knocking on the mountain——"

Jiang Fan cupped his hands and said, "Jiang Fan, I'm here to pay my respects to the mountain. I want to see the Lord of Shushan. Please let me know."

The female voice said: "There are no foreigners in Shushan. Your Excellency, please come back."

Jiang Fan immediately said: "I am a friend of Taihua Gu Qingshan."

The female voice said unceremoniously: "Even the young master himself is not allowed to enter the mountain without permission."

Jiang Fan rolled his eyes. Poor, your family is quite weird.

Turning his eyes, Jiang Fan said loudly: "I'm here to deliver a box of ancient books. Please be accommodating."

This box was originally received as a gift from Dafo Mountain, just in time to lend flowers to the Buddha.

The female voice was a little impatient: "I have the most collection of books in the world, so please don't disturb me."

What this means is, come on, we have all the books from outside, so stop beeping.

Jiang Fan frowned slightly, he was really difficult to deal with. But he came prepared, how could he back down so easily?

Then he said loudly: "I have a handwritten letter. Please give it to the mountain owner. If you still can't see it after reading it, I should leave."

The female voice became impatient: "We don't see outsiders in Shushan, and we don't accept letters. Your Excellency, please come back!"

Jiang Fan was not annoyed: "May I ask, how can I climb a mountain?"

The female voice said: "There is a path to Shushan, but ordinary people can't find it. If you find it, you can climb the mountain. If you can't find it, don't get entangled. If you want to climb the mountain, do you know the path to Shushan?"

Jiang Fan couldn't help but laugh: "There is a road in the mountain of books, so you must work hard to find it. There is no limit to the sea of ​​learning, so you have to work hard to build the boat. Do you have to work hard to open up a mountain climbing path?"

The female voice slightly let out a sigh after hearing this, but no matter what Jiang Fan said, no one answered.

hehe? Jiang Fan still doesn't believe in this evil, why is he trying to be a big name like me?

After pondering for a moment, he raised the corner of his mouth, suddenly mobilized his true energy, and said proudly: "I once wrote the poem "The Wine Will Come in" in Kuang cursive script. I once gave Gu Qingshan five of them, which are unprecedented in the world. I don’t know how many classics there are. Shushan’s calligraphy is excellent. I would like to ask, have you ever heard of Kuangcao? Have you ever heard of Shoujin? Although Shushan has many books, have you ever heard of the Book of Changes? "

Lang Lang's voice echoed across the mountains, and Jiang Fan stood with his hands behind his back, a bit arrogant and conceited.

Suddenly, a voice seemed to come from the top of the mountain: "Bring me the letter."

Jiang Fan smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and threw the letter into the mountain.

However, the letter just flashed and then disappeared, as if it had entered another space.

Jiang Fan was stunned. There was indeed something strange about this mountain of books.

After the letter was delivered, Jiang Fan was no longer anxious. He was very confident that the other party would definitely see him when he saw it.

If nothing else, he wrote this text message in the five calligraphy styles given to Gu Qingshan, all of which were unprecedented in the world. Unless the mountain is not a book fanatic, there is no doubt that it is true.

Sure enough, within a moment, the boulder with the word "Shu Shan" engraved on it started to rotate and made a rumbling sound.

Then the wild grass and ancient trees parted, and a path up the mountain was revealed.

And standing quietly at the entrance was a young woman in plain clothes.

"It turns out that the poet sage is here. I didn't know it until now. I offended you so much. Please climb the mountain."

He didn't call him King Xiaoyao. Obviously, his two names are more useful here than the so-called prince.

Jiang Fan smiled slightly, said nothing, passed by the woman, and walked straight into the mountain.

The woman actually didn't feel dissatisfied and followed closely behind.

You are crazy, I am crazier than you. Since being polite is not enough, Jiang Fan doesn't care about that. In short, in today's world, if you are pretending to be thirteen in terms of literature, one of them will count as one, and they will all be killed instantly. So what if you are a book fanatic? Master Wen Sheng Yan and I know all about it!

Only this Shushan formation made Jiang Fan a little frightened.

He entered the mountain gate and walked no more than ten steps, as if he had passed through ten invisible waves. The next moment, I found myself in front of a wooden building.

Look around, this is actually the top of the mountain.

Ten steps to climb the mountain?

The woman spoke slowly: "Mr. Jiang, this is the mountain master's study, please come in."

This wooden building is not big, with only three floors, and its appearance is very simple. On the lintel are engraved two words "Study."

It's quite simple, unlike many people who give it nice and elegant names like so-and-so small building, so-and-so elegant residence, so-and-so pavilion or so-called hall.

There is a large pool next to it. The only strange thing is that the water in the pool is as dark as ink. Seeing a stone next to it with the words "Brush Washing Pool" engraved on it, Jiang Fan suddenly realized that it was probably used for washing brushes and inkstones. No wonder the water in the pool was dark.

Jiang Fan shook his head and smiled softly, and told Ying Wuming to wait outside. He stepped up the steps and walked in.

As soon as I entered, I was a little confused.

It seems like another world here.

What you see in front of you is a hundred times wider and taller than what you see from the outside?

There are white curtains hanging everywhere, filled with writing, and countless digital paintings hanging on the walls. Even the ground is covered with white cloth, and a few large pens are randomly thrown on the floor.

Only in a corner by the window, there is a desk measuring ten feet long. A woman is barefooted, with one foot on the chair, a large pen in her mouth, and she is splashing ink with a bow left and right in her hand.

She was dressed in white, but it was splattered with ink spots, and there were a few scratches on her face.

Completely casual and unrestrained.

"But Shanzhu Zhang?"

Jiang Fan smiled and bowed, but the woman was unaware of it. She stared at the table with her eyes fixed on it, writing non-stop.

Jiang Fan called her twice again, but she still ignored him, so he walked over curiously.

But he found that the letter on the table was actually his own letter, and the woman was copying it with two pens in her hands.

She is really crazy about books.

Jiang Fan sighed a little. No matter what era, such a fool would be a true genius.

She was writing furiously, and Jiang Fan did not disturb her. He just watched and looked at the woman beside her.

This must be the owner of the Book Mountain, the book fanatic, and the mother of Gu Qingshan.

But...

Jiang Fan felt it was a bit outrageous. This old woman was too young. She looked like she was about the same age as Gu Qingshan. She was wearing a loose white dress, her skin was as white as snow, her hair was like a waterfall, but her facial features were a bit tough.

But she was really beautiful, and the more you look at her, the more you like her. She was the kind of woman with a very unique style. No wonder Gu Qingshan looks good even though she is poor.

In fact, at first, Jiang Fan secretly thought that a woman named Zhang Kuang would have excessive male hormone secretion, and she would probably be eight feet tall, with a palm-wide hair, sideburns, and at least a green stubble...

I really didn't expect her to look like this, the kind that makes people impressed at first sight, and the more they look at her, the more they can't take their eyes off her.

This is not a lunatic, but a fairy in the book.

However, as a junior, how can I stare at her mother all the time? So I turned my attention to her calligraphy.

It's better not to look at it. The more I look at it, the more surprised I am. The book is like the person. The more I look at it, the more I can't take my eyes off it.

The woman wrote more and more fluently, and later she had full power. In calligraphy alone, she has surpassed me.

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