Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 388: This word, kills…

"Brother Liu, don't be rude!" When Shi Lezhi heard that Chen Luo was going to fight three questions in a row, he immediately said, "Entering the city is a solemn thing, don't joke!"

To be honest, if Chen Luo came alone, it would be his own business to be embarrassed. If it was too much, he would be kicked away by the presiding officer above the city gate.

But now it represents his Shi Lezhi's face, not to mention that this kid should be the heir apparent at home. If he loses his face, wouldn't that make the girl Liu in the carriage anger him?

Impossible!

Thinking like this, Shi Lezhi hurriedly shouted to Chen Luo: "Brother Liu, you don't have enough poetry. It's rare to come across a good opportunity such as entering the city, so study is the main thing."

"It's just my brother's effort to complete an entry into the city, you can't talk nonsense!"

These words could have been said by voice transmission, but for the sake of his own face and the seriousness of telling Miss Liu, Shi Lezhi almost shouted, and everyone heard Shi Lezhi's voice for a while.

"Ah, it turned out to be a big talk! I just heard that I thought it was Wuhou coming."

"Wuhou is now thousands of miles away in Dongcang City, how could he come to join in the fun?"

"Hey, today's young people, half a bucket of water is swaying..."

Suddenly there was a lot of discussion around.

Above the city gate, the three great scholars who judged this time also frowned slightly. They never liked people with beautiful tongues and straw bags in their chests and belly, but the presiding official touched the cold sweat on his forehead.

"My Wuhou, what are you trying to do?"

"Fried fish ponds?"

"That surnamed Shi, do you know who you are talking to? Poetry is not enough? Are you pointing at Li Qinglian and saying that you are illiterate?"

The official's mind was racing; "Just now he called Wuhou Liu Gongzi? It seems Wuhou did not reveal his identity!"

"This wave...is the 'playing a pig and eating a tiger' in Wuhou's novel?"

"I have to cooperate!"

Thinking about this, the Wenchang Pavilion official coughed, looked at Chen Luo, and shouted sharply: "Arrogant! Did you know that these three poems were carefully selected by Cui Shi in the city?"

"It's a bit too loud to say that the first one has not yet passed, and three questions will be broken!"

"No one is allowed to stop me, this officer has to listen, how can you solve the three questions!"

Everyone listened to the words of the Wenchang Pavilion officials, and always felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't say it. On the contrary, the three great Confucian scholars were mature and sophisticated, and they heard three points of joy, three points of reverence, three points of anticipation, and that point of sternness in the stern shouts of Wenchang Pavilion officials!

As the presiding officer said so, Shi Lezhi naturally didn't want to say more. He just sighed deeply. In front of everyone's eyes, he glanced at Chen Luo with powerless eyes, and then retreated to the side of the carriage. He whispered, "Miss Liu, I'll turn around for Brother Liu later."

"Thank you very much, no need!" Yun Siyao said lightly, "it's fine to let him lose face, teach him a lesson!"

Shi Lezhi echoed: "Yes, young people, the more frustrated they are, the more courageous they are. When I was young, I was ridiculed by others. Later, I worked hard to become stronger, and only then did I achieve today's achievements."

It's just that these words didn't attract any feedback from the carriage, so Shi Lezhi thought it was Miss Liu who was nervous about her younger brother, so he stopped talking.

……

"Hi--" Just when Chen Luo was seriously thinking about which poem to choose, Daru Ge, who was standing in the middle, took a breath, and Daru Li and Daru Lu beside him looked at Ge Daru suspiciously. Voice transmission: "Brother Ge, what's wrong?"

Ge Daru said in a soft voice: "Two people, look at that kid's carriage and the groom with the whip!"

Bright light flashed in their eyes, and when they looked at Mastiff Lingling, their pupils suddenly dilated: "Demon... Yaozu?"

"More than that! The old man can't see through his cultivation! His cultivation is definitely not weaker than mine!"

"Brother Li, look carefully, the men and women in the car!"

"Although I can't see the breath, why do I have a feeling of trembling!"

The three looked at each other.

"Not ordinary people!"

"Master Wang knows their identities!" The three quickly looked at the officials of Wenchang Pavilion, who felt the gazes of the three great Confucians, gave a wry smile, and said, "I can't tell you. I'll read the poems later, three You can guess it!"

The three of them were stunned for a moment, and immediately wanted to understand the reason: it's rare to be confused!

Whoever he is, don't be too vicious when criticizing poetry, that's fine!

Thinking like this, the three of them took on their roles as judges again and chatted on the tower.

"Brother Li, this question of the years, I remember that the Cui family has also dealt with it." Lu Daru said.

Li Daru nodded: "Exactly. Back then, when Cui Hu, the unicorn son of the Cui family responded to this question, he wrote a good sentence 'The face of a person does not know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze', which brought the spring breeze all over the city. The peach blossoms bloomed!"

"It's also interesting to say." Ge Daru said, "In fact, this poem was originally a poem with artistic conception of another poem."

"The response is to the two sentences from Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flowers and Moon Night": When the riverside sees the moon for the first time, when the Jiangyue shines at the beginning of the year!"

"If you say that, Li Qinglian's song 'Today I don't see the ancient moon, but this month once looked at the ancients' is also very similar!"

"There are also 'people in the past have gone on a yellow crane, here is a vacant Yellow Crane Tower', and Li Qinglian's artistic conception poem 'Phoenix on the Phoenix Stage, the phoenix goes to the Taikong River Artesian' are such artistic conceptions!"

"But there is nothing new in writing such poems. The eternal sigh of the vicissitudes of the world is turned to be a thing. The first one is amazing, but the later one can only be brilliant if they work **** the words and phrases."

The conversations between the great Confucians did not shy away, and the Confucian scholars present were all ears and eyes, and all the content of these conversations were included in their ears, and they were all shocked.

Where are these three great Confucians chatting, they are clearly trying to understand the topic!

Didn't you hear it? As long as you find an eternal thing, lament the vicissitudes of the world, and use some thought in words, this question will be solved!

For a moment, everyone's mind was running around.

There is a knack for writing poetry. For example, this eternal thing, the sun, moon, stars, rivers, lakes and seas, can all be included in poetry.

Write about parents, write about love, write about friends, and sigh about right and wrong.

In an instant, many students had ideas of poetry in their minds. At this time, they looked at Chen Luo one by one, and they felt that this person was so dawdling. He quickly finished writing it down, and let them go up and show his style!

……

Chen Luo frowned slightly at this time: This mood does not have to be exactly the same, just hold the word time.

If you say that time changes, the world is vicissitudes, the open-minded person sighs, the sentimental person is sentimental, in the end, it all turns into regret.

"If I have one more ticket, will you come with me!"

The cruelest thing time does to life is not to let life have an end, but to let life have regrets, looking back on the past, helpless, powerless.

If I had been braver...

If I could have said it at the time...

If I had opened my arms...

If I didn't turn around and left...

Because there are ifs, it will be a pity.

Chen Luo finally picked up the pen and wrote the first broken word on the city wall——

After reading the end of the world, the bitterness of parting, and returning without a word, is like a scattered flower.

The bottom of the flower is speechless, and the green window springs with the sky.

Waiting for the Acacia lamp to be appealed, there will be a thousand strands of new love and a thousand strands of old hatred.

The most important thing is that I can't keep it in the world.

In an instant, Ruo Wu Ruo Wu's sadness spread out from the poems, and in an instant, it filled the nearby hundred miles. Everyone inexplicably felt a wave of sadness in their hearts, but this sadness had nowhere to go.

"A hundred miles of poetry!" Some students responded, "It's a hundred miles of poetry!"

"It is a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation!"

"Who is he? This gentleman... no, who is this gentleman!"

All the Confucian scholars were excited for a while, they had just witnessed the birth of a masterpiece.

Shi Lezhi opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Obviously he's a playboy, how could he have such a poetic heart?

But "Poems of a Hundred Miles" can only be triggered by the first work, so it can't be prepared in advance.

"Fantastic hand! Odd!" Shi Lezhi kept comforting himself in his heart, a stiff smile appeared on his face.

"Three great Confucians, how about this poem?" Someone raised his head and shouted, and everyone turned their attention to the three great Confucians.

This shout finally called out the three great scholars from the immersion of the masterpiece.

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"Alas..." Li Daru spoke first, first with a long sigh, "Life is already hard, why do you want me to see such words?"

"I thought that after parting, my heart was like stone. But when I returned to my hometown, the old people had withered like flowers. When we parted, we whispered before the flowers. Now only the green windows and blue sky are the same as before, but it is no longer the scenery we saw together at that time. The first half of the que is enough to connect the mood.”

"Let's look at the second half... ah..." Having said this, Li Daru sighed again, unable to continue.

"The second half of the queer, murderous intentions!" Lu Daru said, "When the Acacia lamp is to be appealed, I thought it was a good time, and it was considered a long-awaited reunion, and we could talk to each other, but we came here. The new love one after another brought back thousands of old hatreds."

"If the original...if I come back...the good times have passed, how can this little new love make up for the thousands of old hatreds that separated the time!"

"But it's not as painful as the last sentence!"

Ge Daru nodded: "The most important thing is that I can't keep it in the world, Zhu Yan Cijingjinghua Cishu! This old man loves and hates this word very much!"

"What's the excuse? I used to drink wine with you, lived and died with you, walked with you for a period of time, and spent a period of time with you!"

"Then leave and never come back."

"If you can't keep a word, it won't come again!"

"The flower has a re-opening day, and no one is young again!"

"There are flowers that can be folded straight and must be folded, don't wait until there are no flowers to break the branches!"

"This little gentleman, you say this, let me wait for these old people ~IndoMTL.com~ how to face it again!"

……

Hearing the comments of the three great scholars, Chen Luo bowed and bowed: "It's a shame!"

Afterwards, he looked at Shi Lezhi with a stiff smile: "Brother Shi, I succeeded!"

Shi Lezhi nodded awkwardly: "Liu... Brother Liu is amazing!"

At this time, the Wenchang Pavilion official, who seemed to have seen through everything, finally said, "Three great Confucians, can this word be considered a breakthrough?"

"Break the question? What are you kidding? It's okay to break the city!"

"I've been through, this little...you said that I want to break three questions, hurry up and start the next one!"

"That's right, announce it!"

The official of Wenchang Pavilion looked at Chen Luo: "Do you want to continue to solve the second question?"

Chen Luo nodded, the official patted the city wall, and the second line of the poem immediately emerged——

"It's a matter of grief. It's not a normal feeling in my heart."