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 about to fight three questions in a row, he immediately said, "The question of entering the city is a solemn matter, not a joke!"

To be honest, if Chen Luo came here alone, it would be his own business to embarrass himself. If he went too far, he would be blasted away by the presiding officials above the city gate.

But now it represents Shi Lezhi's face, not to mention that this kid should be a legitimate son in the family, if he loses face, wouldn't it be that the girl Liu in the carriage would be angry with him invisibly?

Impossible!

Thinking in this way, Shi Lezhi quickly shouted to Chen Luo again: "Brother Liu, you are not good enough in poetry, it is rare to encounter such a good opportunity to enter the city, and focus on learning."

"I just tried my best to complete a city entry question for my brother, don't talk nonsense!"

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

"Ah, it turned out to be a big talk! Just now I heard the meaning of that, I thought it was Marquis Wu who came."

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

"Hey, today's young people are dangling around with half a bucket of water..."

Suddenly there were discussions all around.

Above the city gate, the three great Confucian scholars who were judging this time also frowned slightly. They never liked people with beautiful tongues and sloppy chests, but the presiding official touched the cold sweat on his head.

"My Wuhou, what do you want to do?"

"Fried fish pond?"

"That surnamed Shi, do you know who you are talking to again? Poetry is not enough? Aren't you pointing at Li Qinglian as illiterate?"

The official's mind was running fast; "Just now he called Mr. Wuhou Liu? It seems that Wuhou didn't reveal his identity!"

"This wave... is Wuhou Zhong 'pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger'?"

"I have to cooperate!"

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

"Threatening to break the three questions before passing one piece is a bit too loud!"

"No one is allowed to stop me, I have to listen to you, how did you solve the three questions!"

Listening to the words of the Wenchang Pavilion officials, everyone always felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't tell. On the contrary, those three great Confucian scholars were old and mature, and they heard three points of joy, three points of reverence, three points of anticipation and that one point of sternness from the stern questions of the officials of Wenchang Pavilion!

The presiding official said so, so Shi Lezhi naturally didn't want to say more, he just sighed deeply, and under the eyes of everyone, looked at Chen Luo with powerless eyes, then retreated to the side of the carriage, He whispered: "Miss Liu, I will try to save Brother Liu later."

"Thank you, no need!" Yun Siyao said lightly, "It's okay to embarrass him, and teach him a lesson!"

Shi Lezhi echoed: "That's right, young people, the more frustrated they become, the more courageous they become. When I was young, I was ridiculed by others. Later, I worked hard and made some achievements today."

It's just that these words did not attract feedback from the carriage, Shi Lezhi only thought that Miss Liu was nervous about her younger brother, so he stopped talking.

…

"Hiss—" Just as Chen Luo was seriously thinking about which poem to choose, the Daru Ge who stood in the middle took a breath, and the Daru Li and the Daru Lu who were beside him looked at Ge Daru in doubt, Voice transmission: "Brother Ge, what's wrong?"

Ge Daru whispered: "You two, look at that kid's carriage, look at that groom holding the whip!"

There was a blue light in the eyes of both of them, and when they looked at Mastiff Lingling, their pupils dilated immediately: "Demon... Yaozu?"

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

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

"Although I can't see the breath, why do I feel like my heart is jumping!"

The three looked at each other.

"Not ordinary people!"

"Master Wang knows their identities!" The three of them quickly looked at the official of Wenchang Pavilion. The official felt the eyes of the three great scholars and gave a wry smile. You can guess it!"

The three of them were taken aback for a moment, and immediately figured out the reason: it's rare to be confused!

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

Thinking about it this way, the three of them resumed their identities as judges and chatted on the tower.

"Brother Li, the old man remembers that the Cui family also dealt with this poem about time and time." Lu Daru said.

Li Daru nodded: "That's right. Cui Hu, the unicorn son of the Cui family, responded to this question and wrote a good sentence of 'I don't know where to go, but the peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze', which brought the spring breeze all over the city. Urges the peach blossoms to bloom!"

"It's interesting to say." Ge Daru said, "Actually, this poem was originally a poem that connects the artistic conception of another poem."

"What I'm dealing with is the two sentences in the "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" by Zhang Ruoxu, a great Confucian of the Spring River: Who on the riverside sees the moon for the first time, and when the moon on the river shines on people at the beginning of the year!"

"If you put it this way, Li Qinglian's song "I don't see the moon in ancient times today, but the moon in this month once shines on the ancients" is also wonderful in the same way!"

"There are also "the people in the past have gone by the yellow crane, and the Yellow Crane Tower is empty here", and Li Qinglian's artistic conception of "Phoenix Tour on the Phoenix Terrace, the phoenix goes to the empty river on the platform" are all such artistic conceptions!"

"However, there is nothing new in writing this kind of poems. It is amazing to use one thing for eternity to lament the vicissitudes of the world at first, but the latecomers can only be brilliant if they work **** words and sentences."

There was no taboo in the conversation between the Confucian scholars. The Confucian scholars present were all ears and eyesight, and they all received the content of these conversations, and their spirits were greatly shaken.

These three great Confucian scholars are not chatting, they are clearly talking about the topic!

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

For a while, everyone's minds were wandering.

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

Write about parents, write about admiration, write about friends, and lament that things are right and wrong, wouldn't that break the topic?

In an instant, many students had the idea of ​​poetry in their minds. At this moment, they looked at Chen Luo one by one, thinking why this person was so slow, so they quickly finished writing and let them go up to show off their demeanor!

…

Chen Luo frowned slightly at this time: This artistic conception does not have to be completely consistent, just stick to the word time.

If time changes, the world is vicissitudes, open-minded people sigh, sentimental people are sad, in the end, they all turn into regrets.

"If I have an extra ticket, will you come with me!"

The cruelest thing that time does to life is not to let life have an end, but to make life have regrets. Looking back on the past, there is nothing you can do, powerless.

If I had been braver then...

If I could say it...

If you opened your arms at that time...

If you didn't turn around and walk away...

Because there is an if, it will be a pity.

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

Read all the pain of parting in the end of the world, return without a way, like scattered flowers.

Looking at the bottom of the flower, there is no word, and the green window spring and the sky are at dusk.

Wait to put down the lovesickness lamp, a strand of new love, thousands of strands of old hatred.

The most difficult thing to keep in the world, Zhu Yan Ci Jing Hua Ci Shu!

In an instant, vague sadness spread out from the poem, and it permeated the surrounding hundreds of miles in an instant. Everyone inexplicably felt a surge of sadness welling up in their hearts, but there was nowhere to dispel this sadness.

"Hundred miles of poetry!" A student responded, "It's a hundred miles of poetry!"

"Using poetry to draw hundreds of miles of empathy, this is a work handed down from generation to generation!"

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

All Confucian scholars were excited for a while, they had just witnessed the birth of a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

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

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

He is obviously a playboy, how could he have such a poetic heart?

But "Hundred Miles of Poetry" can only be triggered by the first work, so it cannot be prepared in advance.

"Once upon a time! Occasionally!" Shi Lezhi kept comforting himself in his heart, with a stiff smile appearing on his face.

"Three Great Confucians, how about this poem?" Someone raised their heads and shouted, and everyone looked at the three Great Confucians.

With this cry, the three great Confucians were finally called out from the immersion in the masterpiece.

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

"I thought that after parting, my heart is as hard as a stone. But when I return to my hometown, the old man has withered like a flower. When we parted, we whispered before the flowers. Now only the green windows and the blue sky are the same, but it is no longer the scenery we saw together at that time. Just The upper half of the Que is enough to connect the artistic conception.”

"Let's look at the second half... Alas..." After saying this, Li Daru let out another long sigh, but couldn't continue.

"The second half, murderous heart!" Lu Daru continued, "I waited to appeal the lovesickness lamp, I thought this place was safe and sound, and it was a reunion after a long absence, so we could tell each other about the past, but why did I come here? Every sentence of new love brought back thousands of strands of old hatred."

"If back then...if we start again...the good times have already passed away, how can this little new love make up for the thousands of old hatreds of the parting time!"

"But nothing compares to the heart-wrenching pain of the last sentence!"

Ge Daru nodded: "The world can't keep it, Zhu Yan's Cijinghuacishu! This old man loves and hates this word very much!"

"What's the word? I used to drink wine with you, share life and death with you, and spent a lifetime with you, and spent a period of time with you!"

"Then left and never came back."

"If you can't keep one sentence, you won't come again!"

"Flowers will bloom again, but people will never be young again!"

"There are flowers that can be broken straight, don't wait for no flowers to break branches!"

"Little gentleman, you say this, let me wait for these old people, how can I face it again!"

…

Hearing the comments of the three great Confucians, Chen Luo bowed and said, "You're showing your ugliness!"

Then ~IndoMTL.com~ looked at Shi Lezhi with a stiff smile on his face: "Brother Shi, I succeeded!"

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

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

"Crack the problem? What are you kidding? You can break the city!"

"Come on, this little... friend said that he wants to solve three questions, so hurry up and start the next one!"

"Exactly, hurry up and announce!"

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

Chen Luo nodded, and the official slapped the city wall, and the second line of the poem appeared——

"Continuous cutting, the reason is still chaotic, it is the sorrow of parting. Don't let the general feeling be in your heart."

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