Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 391: Bad old man is very bad

"Li Yu's words!" Chen Luo looked at Yawen flashing in front of his eyes, as if a vicissitudes and sadness appeared in his mind.

Walking up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely Wutong deep courtyard is locked in Qingqiu.

Cut constantly, and the reasoning is still chaotic.

In the previous life, the emperor in the word Chen Luo knew was similar to Zhao Ji, another literary all-rounder, Song Huizong, who could be famous for a hundred generations by his talent, but they were all emperors, which led to their tragic life.

Sure enough, no matter how high the starting point is, the same man is afraid of entering the wrong industry!

In comparison, Li Yu's fate in this world is mostly the same, but the ending is much better. When the barbarians invaded, Shenzhou, Shenzhou, and the southern peoples once formed several small courts, calling them kings but not emperors, and leading the family to continue to resist the barbarians, of which the Li Yu family was one of them.

At that time, a demon tribe took advantage of the situation to attack Xuan, and they broke Li Yu's Southern Tang regime and captured Li Yu. It was not until later that Daxuan swept the eight wastes and rescued Li Yu. At the same time, the manuscripts he wrote during his imprisonment were also circulated around the world, and were respected by scholars all over the world as "Ci Emperor".

"This question is a little difficult!" Ge Daru was the first to speak, continuing their "through the question" chat, "The most difficult thing about the words of the emperor is not the artistic conception, but the charm."

"That kind of charm that comes from the heart, but can be unmistakably expressed, is the reason why he is called the Emperor of Ci."

Li Daru nodded: "Especially this one. It's about separation, not separation from friends, it's separation from past life!"

"I am separated from myself. This kind of sadness is naturally different."

"Looks like no one has ever asked this question before!"

Lu Daru shook his head: "No, the old man has just searched his stomach and belly. It seems that only Li Qinglian's "white hair is three thousand feet long, and the sorrow is like a long" can barely match!"

Ge Daru nodded; "Yi An layman's 'No way does not destroy the soul, the curtain rolls in the west wind, and a person is thinner than a yellow flower' is also a sentence."

"I secretly thought that 'the belt is gradually widened and I will never regret it, and I will make people haggard for Iraq' is also a broken sentence." Li Daru said.

"This question is indeed a bit difficult." The three great Confucians nodded lightly.

……

In front of the city gate, all the students listened to the analysis of the great Confucian, and all of them looked solemn.

In the beginning, I only knew that this question was difficult, so everyone's direction was to solve every year, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult!

The Emperor of Ci claimed that "the bowel is a knot of sadness, and the heart is a fruit of exquisite clarity". His words are a link between the past and the next.

"I'm afraid this senior is also difficult!" Some students said that there is no priority in learning, and the one who succeeds is the first. Chen Luo wrote a song "The most unstoppable in the world", which is enough to get the audience. The respect of some students, it is also a matter of course to call Yisheng brother.

"Yeah! I'm afraid the one from Dongcang City must come in person to connect it flawlessly!"

"Have you not heard the great Confucianism? It's not just the artistic conception, the key is the charm of the words. It's the sadness of separation between yourself and yourself. I'm afraid Wuhou can't say it will be completed!"

"Don't make any noise, don't make noise, don't you see that little gentleman thinking?"

At this point, Shi Lezhi felt a little more at ease.

That makes sense.

It is a blessing to be able to write a masterpiece that has been handed down to the world. How can it be broken again.

What were you nervous about just now! That would be impossible.

He's not Wuhou Chenluo!

It seems that my attitude is lower, and I will get closer to this family in the name of learning and communicating later.

Then Miss Liu can always find out what I am good at!

Thinking of this, Shi Lezhi calmed down a bit, and said to Chen Luo: "Brother Liu, this question is very difficult, it's okay if you can't solve it, you can enter the city with brother Wei later!"

Chen Luo heard Shi Lezhi's words, smiled lightly, and said humbly, "Thank you, Brother Shi, I want to give it a try."

Speaking, looking at the carriage again: "Sixth sister, if I solve this problem, what reward will I get?"

Hearing Chen Luo's words, everyone looked at the carriage, but there was no human voice coming from the carriage, only a frog croak sounded.

"Aw! (Don't think about it, you can see it!)"

Chen Luo smiled, he naturally knew that this was what Yun Siyao said in the car before. She was embarrassed to say it herself, and asked Jinguagua to help.

"I have broken this question!" Chen Luo turned around, the expression on his face instantly saddened, his whole person exuded an indescribable charm, and he lifted the brush.

"Mr. started writing!"

"So fast! It's not a waste of money!"

"Don't make any noise, you'll know after watching."

At the same time, the three great Confucians on the city wall also focused their attention and looked at Chen Luo.

They were also curious about what kind of poems Chen Luo would write to break the question.

Hopefully don't let them down.

……

Chen Luo picked up the brush.

Life is hard, and the hardest thing is being sentient but complaining to the ruthless.

Life is hard. The hardest thing is that the world is like a dream, but I open my eyes.

Amorous feelings have been spared since ancient times, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up from.

Chen Luo took a deep breath, raised his hand, and wrote—

Can Xue condensed brilliance and painted the screen coldly.

I am a melancholy guest in the world. I know what happened to you in tears, and I recall my whole life in the sound of heartbroken.

When Chen Luo's last word fell, the words on the city wall suddenly trembled, and then a flower bud emerged from the font, and the flowers bloomed in an instant, and a scent filled the air.

"Walking a pen makes a flower!" This time, Shi Lezhi was the first to shout out, and he rubbed his eyes, yes, it is a painting that makes a flower!

This is a vision that the rhythm in the poem is too heavy, and it is enough to condense. The flowers in the poem are the condensation of the rhythm and rhythm in the poem.

If you pick a flower and send it to Mengtong, it will be of great benefit to her enlightenment.

In an instant, there was silence!

But then, there were exclamations!

"Broken! Problem!"

"A work of flowers! Little gentleman, I just had a baby. It would be nice to send me a poem and flower!"

"Mr. Liu, there is a young sister in my family who has entered the realm of writing at the age of ten. I will exchange a cold light ink ingot for one to help her enter the realm of poetry!"

"Mr. Liu, I am the eldest son of the Zhou family in Yunguang City. Can this word be rubbed into a copy of the family's ancestry! I have an isolated copy of a great Confucian who seeks the realm in my family. If you go to Yunguang City, Mr. You can borrow Mr. to read for a day!"

There was a lot of noise at the city gate for a while. At this time, Shi Lezhi froze in place, staring at the words of flowers without blinking.

"I am a melancholy guest..."

After all, he is a well-known talent. At this time, Shi Lezhi still didn't understand that he was being teased.

Brother Liu is clearly a great talent!

Brother Liu said "Don't blame" before, not because he was worried about holding him back, but because he apologized in advance.

Shi Lezhi recalled what he had said before, and his face suddenly felt hot.

I actually taught the other party the truth of poetry!

It's no wonder that Miss Liu must let Brother Liu break into the city!

This is to teach myself a lesson.

Father is right, if you don't come out and take a look, no matter how many books you read, you will always be a frog in the bottom of the well.

Thinking of this, Shi Lezhi gave a respectful salute to the carriage: "Xiaosheng has no eyes, it's abrupt."

Yun Siyao didn't answer, but Lang Feixian laughed: "It's okay, it's just a little game!"

"It's not ashamed to lose to my junior brother!"

"Little Junior Brother?" Shi Lezhi was taken aback, they are not family!

So, the identity is fake?

Shi Lezhi suddenly looked at Chen Luo: Brother Liu, who are you?

……

"Quiet!" Wenchang Pavilion officials felt a sense of pride in their hearts, and the sound transmission suppressed the noise of the students outside the city gate, "The matter of poetry and flowers will be dealt with later."

After speaking, I looked at the three great Confucians again: "Please three words!"

The three great Confucians looked at each other with clear affection in their eyes and excitement on their faces.

I know who you are, but I won't say it!

Being able to judge that person's words first is an elegant thing that can be written into the family chronicle.

Li Daru was the first to speak: "A thousand turns of love, a mournful and sad rhyme."

“This word describes the scenery on the top of the tower. Canxue, Ninghui, Luomei, Sanguang, Moonlight, these words create a cold and lonely scene. One person, one lamp, one snow, one month, as if it is right in front of you.” /

Lu Daru nodded: "Xia Que turned to writing love, I am a melancholy guest in the world. This sentence can be called a stroke from heaven. I was originally a guest in the world, but it is also a melancholy guest. Su Poxian said, 'This is where my heart is at ease. Township', this uneasy heart is naturally a guest."

"Not only that. The last sentence, Zhijun, is full of tears, not to talk to others, but to talk to himself."

"I am a melancholy guest, I am in tears. However, everything is just me."

"The last sentence 'I remember my life in the heartbroken voice' really brought tears to my eyes. If you are alone, you can only be alone, and how lonely it is."

Lu Daru glared at the two of them.

You've all finished the analysis, what more can I say?

Daru Lu raised his eyes with a righteous look, and suddenly tears flashed in his eyes. Daru Lu raised his hand to wipe the tears.

"This word is so deep in my heart that I can no longer comment!"

"The melancholy words in the city of Qingning, and the wet clothes of Huaying in the city!"

Ge Daru, full name Ge Huaiying.

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar under the city gate.

I actually made Da Confucian cry!

What a poetic talent!

At this time, Ge Daru sneered in his heart.

In this way, as long as people say this poem, they can think of my comment!

Fight me, you two are still a little tender.

The two great scholars of this poem, Li and Lu, looked at Ge Daru in shock.

Play tricks! You don't talk about martial arts!

Bad old man is very bad!

Seeing that the two Confucian scholars had bad eyes, Ge Huaiying quickly changed the subject: "Master Wang, this word has been successfully solved!"

"Let's go to the next question!"

……

The light above the city wall flickered, and soon, the third question emerged.

The students fell silent for a moment, and all looked at the third poem—

"I sing the moon wandering, and I dance in chaos. When I wake up, I have sex, and when I get drunk, I separate."

"It's Li Qinglian's poem!" The students began to discuss again, "These few lines are not as popular as the poem 'Raising a glass to invite the bright moon, to the shadows of three people'."

"The difference between Xiongtai's words, this poem begins with 'a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date'. Obviously, Li Qinglian is drinking alone, but Li Qinglian is the object of drinking that month and shadow."

"So, isn't that the title of the poem?"

Shi Lezhi has also calmed down at this time, participated in the discussion, and said: "The most important thing in Qinglian's poem is the elusive air. This poem uses the moon as a friend, a friend as a companion, and a drinker. It's a little more difficult than the previous question."

Another student nodded: "Yes, the word emperor is rare, but there are always heroes in the word, such as Liu Jingzhuang, who will not lose to the word emperor. But Su Poxian once said that poetry is a green lotus through the ages!"

"The title of this poem is the dashingness of Qinglian, the heroism of wine fairy, and the romance of moon shadow. It is like a picture of drinking under the moon, standing in front of my eyes!"

"How do you connect with this? How do you connect?"

Because of Shihua's matter, everyone had already stood on Chen Luo's point of view. At this time, they all frowned and looked at Chen Luo.

Three poems, one is more difficult than the other, can this little gentleman still do it?

Chen Luo didn't panic, he turned around and smiled at Lang Feixian.

Brother Alian, not an outsider!

Poems from my own home!

Lang Feixian nodded towards Chen Luo ~IndoMTL.com~ with a wave of her hand, she threw a jug to Chen Luo.

Chen Luo took the jug, uncorked the bottle, raised his head and took a few sips.

Good wine!

Wine is a fire in water, and it can make one's heart warm!

Chen Luo abandoned his pen and drew his sword, and the tip of the sword was on top of the city wall.

There is a lake in Jingzhou, No. 800 Li Dongting;

Qu Yuanyuan wrote nine songs of Mrs. Xiang.

Chen Luo wields his sword and writes poems——

The west wind blows waves in the old Dongting, and all night Xiangjun has gray hair.

After being drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the stars are overwhelmed.

After writing, there was a crisp sound, the long sword disintegrated, the sword body turned into wisps of debris, like starlight shooting into the poem, the sound of the mighty water rose out of thin air, and the phantom of the galaxy on the city wall emerged, and a distant view could be seen. Ye Xiaozhou floated with the waves.

The world is hidden in the poem, so I use the poetry to draw the picture!

Poems and paintings, out!