Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 172: Yan Ti Liu Ying

"I became a saint with idle books ()"!

The cold wind is like a knife.

Han Qingzhu, the prime minister of the Great Mystery, had a blue light in his eyes. He stood on the observation deck of Wanren Mountain, frowning slightly as he looked at the blood that rose into the sky in the distance and was not blown away by the gust of wind.

"The barbarians have increased their troops again."

Han Qingzhu's voice fell, and a figure appeared behind him. The man was tall and thin, and a long white Confucian robe wafted in the wind, making noises. His cheekbones are high, and his face is cut like an axe. He looks about fifty years old, but his hair is slightly white, and the sparse stubble exudes mature vicissitudes, but his eyes are full of breathtaking light.

Zhenxuan Si, King of the North.

Xin Qiji!

Xin Qiji heard Han Qingzhu's words, and said lightly: "There is news from Lang Feixian that this time the barbarian's action is suspected to be related to the Mantian Temple, but he is still investigating the specific matter."

Han Qingzhu let out a long sigh: "Shuangshuang, hard ice."

Xin Qiji nodded, and looked at the cloud of blood in the distance.

"Only Battle!"

……

Zhongjing.

Here, you can't see the blood of the North, nor can you hear the strange howls of the barbarians on the barbarian plains, and the street is still a bustling scene.

The hawkers worked desperately to add firewood to the stove, as if a bigger fire in the stove would drive the chill out of the streets.

Xing Zao teahouses everywhere started the story of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" long ago. At this time, all the five masterpieces in the book appeared. It was the great change in Peach Blossom Island and the death of the four monsters in the south of the Yangtze River. At this moment, the teahouses everywhere wanted to talk about how Huang Rong in the Iron Spear Temple broke through Ouyang Feng's tricks step by step and returned his innocence, so it became even more popular.

Chen Luo fell asleep in the carriage and went back to sleep. He had to follow Xiao Qi who came out to sit beside Chen Luo's lap, hammering hard, looking at Ye Dafu for a while with envy.

"Xiao Qi, Fat Grandpa's shoulders are also quite sore. Come and give Fat Grandpa a squeeze."

Xiao Qiyi spread his hands: "A piece of Tiandao crystal, an hour."

Ye Dafu's heart trembled, is this a massage? This is blatant robbery!

Cannot afford to spend.

"How about one hour and a half?" Ye Dafu tried to fool Xiao Qi.

"One hundred taels is my eldest sister's price. I'll go back and tell her."

Ye Dafu instantly remembered the little girl in red who pulled the weeping willow upside down and held a large grinding plate, and quickly shook his head.

Forget it, the fat grandpa's body can't handle it.

Chen Luo opened his eyes and squinted at Ye Dafu: "Dafu, does the Yan family really mean what they say? If I restore the power of "Diaosou Tu" by writing a poem, will it be given to me?"

"Isn't it possible to regret it temporarily?"

Ye Dafu shook his head quickly: "No, no, the reputation of Yan Sheng's family is still reliable."

"The old man in "Diaosou Tu" is a self-portrait of Yan Sheng, and its power, in addition to Yan Sheng's paintings, also comes from Liu Wenzong's poems. The combination of poetry and painting has such power. Therefore, the Yan and Liu families have always taken turns holding them."

"Yan Sheng and Liu Wenzong met for half a lifetime. At that time, some people joked that 'Yan does not leave Liu, Liu does not leave Yan', "Yan's body and Liu Ying". Later, Yan Sheng fell into the trap of the barbarians in order to help Liu Wenzong to be canonized. This led to the fall of the Holy Spirit. The "Diaosou Tu" was also defiled in that battle."

"Liu Wenzong threw the painting back to the Yan family with his last breath. The Liu family then offered to give up the ownership of "Diaosou Tu" three times, but the Yan family rejected it three times."

"The Yan family is still trying to restore Liu Wenzong's poetry."

"The Yan family's words are that Yan and Liu are one, and Yan cannot become Yan without Liu."

"Later Liu's family went to disaster in a savage disaster, and the Yan family was even more reluctant to monopolize this "Diaosou Tu", so they advertised all over the world, whoever could restore the "Diaosou Tu" with pictures. gift."

"So, as long as you can write a poem comparable to Liu Wenzong, brother, you can take that half-sacred treasure."

Chen Luo nodded slightly, saying that, the Yan family would rather give up a half-sacred Wenbao than leave a little point that might make people criticize the friendship between the Yan and Liu families in the description of future generations.

As expected of a family of saints.

"But, aren't there other great scholars or semi-sages who are tempted?" Chen Luo asked.

There are characters like Li Bai, Su Dongpo, Li Qingzhao, and Liu Sanbian in this world. He really doesn't believe that "Diaosou Tu" has been unable to find a matching poem, waiting for him to find out.

"It's not that there is no half-sage end, but the strange thing is that at most, the "Diaosou Tu" can only be elevated to the level of a great scholar's literary treasure."

"It is said that there was a half-sage who was half-written, and suddenly said 'Yan Ti Liu Ying', put down the pen, and left directly."

"Since then, no demigod has attempted to complete it."

After hearing this, Chen Luo was stunned, this is clearly a hole in it!

Hey, forget it, the big deal is that I can't write it down. Anyway, the lost registration fee was paid by Ye Dafu.

Well, when I think about it this way, I feel a lot calmer.

I was called out early in the morning, make up for sleep first!

……

Fifty miles south of the city, there is a Danqing Village, which is where the other courtyard of the Yan Sheng family is located.

Poems will be held here.

At this time, in Danqing Village, in addition to the head of the Yan Sheng family and several foreigners, there were also many great scholars who were invited to witness.

"Blacksmith Yan, do the people who came to write poems today like it?" A great Confucian asked the head of the Yan family. The head of the Yan family, whose real name is Yan Tianbing, is the best at painting all kinds of weapons. He often unfolds the picture scroll, and all of a sudden, there are golden horses and arrows in the picture scroll, so he is also nicknamed "Yan Blacksmith" by his friends.

"Wan Anbo Chen Luo will also come today." Yan Tianbing said with a smile, "This old man thinks he should be able to pass the first test."

"Chen Luo?" A Confucian scholar heard the words, showing a look of surprise, "Yeah, your Yan family should have invited Chen Luo to come over and try."

The person who spoke was none other than Leng Hanbing, the Confucian scholar of Wenchang Pavilion who was protecting Zhaixinglou that day.

Yan Tianbing smiled lightly: "You old man, don't think that the old man doesn't know, you have Wan Anbo's handwritten "Jianghu Xing" in your house, and people visit every day, you naturally say that he has a hundred Alright."

"It's not me, he's really good! In my opinion, after Su Poxian, Chen Luodang is the first in poetry, lyrics and music." Leng Hanbing said.

"Brother Leng is exaggerating." Another great Confucian interjected, "The article is born in nature, and it is obtained by chance. Then Chen Luo did write a few wonderful poems, and the poems can overwhelm the contemporary age. But after all, he is young, Maybe one day the thinking will be exhausted. 'It takes three days to burn the jade, and it takes seven years to distinguish the material'."

"It's only been a few months, so it's too early to be the first."

Leng Hanbing glanced at the other party, this person is none other than the great scholar in the main hall, Qi Kexiu.

I heard that this Qi Kexiu was beaten by Chen Luo's fourth senior brother, it seems that this rumor is true.

"In this case, Qi Daru, how about we make a bet?" Leng Hanbing said directly, disdainfully arguing with him.

Qi Kexiu frowned: "What are you betting on?"

Leng Hanbing stretched out his hand, a ray of light flickered on his hand, and a small bracelet like ice jade appeared.

"This is my Confucian scholar, Han Xuehuan. How about betting against your great Confucian scholar?"

"Let's take a bet on Chen Luo today, whether there are any handed down poems published!" Leng Hanbing smiled lightly. To be honest, he was full of inexplicable confidence in Chen Luo.

This kind of confidence will never be understood by those who haven't seen Chen Luo Kai's poetry and Taoism with their own eyes.

Betting on Chen Luo will reap the rewards!

Believe in Chen Luo, you are in control!

Qi Kexiu was startled, he just subconsciously sighed, didn't expect Leng Hanbing to be so arrogant?

Are all the great scholars in Wenchang Pavilion so bachelor?

But at this time, as the cold snow ring appeared, the pressure of a great scholar Wenbao dissipated, and immediately attracted the attention of all the great scholars present.

Qi Kexiu gritted his teeth, blushed, and said, "What is it to write a poem at will, let's bet whether Chen Luo can take "Diaosou Tu" away today!"

When Qi Kexiu finished speaking, he also carried a storage bag with him, and he held a Confucian scholar pen in his hand.

"Interesting, interesting!" Before Leng Hanbing could speak, Sima Lie suddenly appeared, shaking his wrist, holding a crystal clear fruit in his hand.

"The old man's Spring and Autumn Pen has to be kept for writing history books, so it can't be used for gambling, but this Jiaziguo is also a bit valuable. Half-sages can take three pieces in their lifetime, and each piece can prolong life by 20 years, which is equivalent to one piece. There should be no problem with the great Confucian Wenbao. I bet that Chen Luo can win."

Leng Han Bing gave Sima Lie a white look, what are you doing to join in the fun? I plan to win a bet.

At this moment, another cold voice came: "A complete hide of a wild beast in the third-rank barbarian king realm, I bet Chen Luo failed."

Everyone turned their heads and looked at it. It was a great scholar with a raw face, but Sima Lie changed his mind slightly and recognized it. The other party was the disciple of Fang Huaji, the old Fang clan in Mozhou. night.

"Why is it so lively?" Yan Tianbing entertained him for a while, walked over, and said with a smile, "It would be unreasonable for me, the host, to not participate in such a bet."

"That's it, the Yan family's ink plum blossom."

"My Yan family invites someone to write a poem. Naturally, I have to be a little sincere. I'll bet that Chen Luo will succeed."

"If Chen Luo succeeds, this ink plum blossom will be given to Chen Luo, and if Chen Luo fails, it will be handed over to Brother Qi and Brother Lin, how?"

Qi Kexiu: "The old man has no opinion"

Lin Zhiye also nodded: "Yes!"

At this time, the housekeeper ran in and said a few words to Yan Tianbing. Yan Tianbing smiled at everyone: "Everyone is here, it's time to start..."

……

Chen Luo sat on the seat and took a sip from the teacup.

He didn't expect that it was just a poem, why so many people came?

When Leng Bingbing passed him, he gave himself a wink!

It looks like we have a tacit understanding.

And that old man Sima Lie, why is he everywhere?

Are all history writers so busy?

Then Chen Luo turned his gaze to his side again. There were five people beside him, including Confucian scholars and masters. It is also this time that I came to participate in the poem.

In the words of Ye Dafu, it is a big deal.

Ye Dafu is different, it is called reasonable investment.

"You are willing to come and complete the poems for "Diaosou Tu", and Yan is very grateful on behalf of Yan." Yan Tianbing bowed his hands to Chen Luo and others, and Chen Luo and others hurriedly returned the salute.

Then Yan Tianbing went on to say: "But I have one more step before I write the "Diaosou Tu"."

After he finished speaking, Yan Tianbing clapped his hands, and one of the Yan family children walked into the hall holding a picture scroll. The Yan family child opened the picture scroll, and saw a pavilion on the picture scroll, and a woman was sitting on the pavilion, overlooking the distant picture.

"This is the great Confucian painting "Spring Boudoir", "Diaosou Tu" was stained with blood by the barbarian gods. In order to avoid any damage, please write a poem on this painting first, so as to obtain the protection of the painting soul."

Chen Luo naturally knew this process from Ye Dafu before.

Since there is a soul of poetry, there is naturally a soul of painting. According to Ye Dafu, if the great Confucian and the following wanted to complete the "Diaosou Tu", they would be impacted by the power of blood. Therefore, first write a poem on a painting of a great Confucianism, and temporarily obtain the protection of the painting soul in the painting, which can block the power of blood.

Of course, this also contains the meaning of comparison. If the poems and prose are not recognized by the great Confucian paintings, then don't think about writing poems and half-sage paintings.

Basically, as long as the person in the painting moves after the poem is written, such as a nod or a salute, even if it is successful, this is often an elegant play among literati.

……

"It's "Spring Bodhisattva", but it's easy." A great Confucian commented, "This kind of painting, as long as the feeling of longing is written, it can be echoed by the soul of the painting."

"It's not and it's not." You Da Ru shook his head, "I know that this painting was made by Yan Liben of the Yan family. It is one of the paintings that are most often used to pave the way for "The Fishing Old Man". There are countless poems, and the requirements of this painting soul are also much stricter.”

"If it weren't for the handed down poetry, the painting soul wouldn't react."

After hearing this great Confucianism's explanation, some people who don't understand it understand the mystery.

At this time, Qi Kexiu turned his head and looked at Leng Bingbing, who was sitting across from him, and said with a voice transmission: "Leng Daru, do you want to bet one more game? The old man bet you with "Quick Snow and Clear Post". "Jianghu Xing", how about betting on whether the painting soul will come out to worship each other?"

Leng Hanbing frowned slightly.

This painting soul approves, nodding and saluting, it is the first floor; paying homage, it is the second floor; if the painting soul escapes the scenery in the painting and comes to pay homage in front of the painting, it is the third floor.

Qi Kexiu's bet is whether Chen Luo's poem can make the painting soul pay homage in front of the painting.

Leng Hanbing snorted.

You don't know anything about Wan Amber's strength.

Leng Bingbing nodded: "bet!"

……

"Poems inscribed on such paintings, Wang Shaobo once had excellent works." A great scholar pinched his beard.

"The young woman in the boudoir doesn't know her sorrows, she wears makeup on the green building in spring."

"The branches on the street are the color of willows and willows. I regret teaching my husband and son-in-law to find a marquis."

"When a poem is published, it is also a good story to visit before painting the soul painting."

Sima Lie shook his head slightly: "If you want to trace it back, the most outstanding poem of this type is Li Qinglian's—"

"Beauty rolls the beaded curtain, sits upright and frowns."

"But I don't know who I hate when I see tears."

"It is very, very good, but Li Qinglian's poem is so well written that the person who resented the painting soul became Li Qinglian, so she turned around and turned her back to Li Qinglian, but she achieved a famous painting "Bad Heart Li Qinglian" !”

"Hahahaha..." Everyone burst into laughter.

……

During the discussion between the great Confucians, other people also came forward and finished writing poems. Among them, only one of the Master's poems made the beautiful woman in the painting look at him sideways and nodded lightly. .

In the blink of an eye, Chen Luo was the last person left.

It wasn't that Chen Luo was interested in the finale, the main reason was that the other party seemed to know about this great Confucian painting, so he was well prepared and left him at the end.

Chen Luo stood up and walked to the painting. At this time, the poems he had written before had been erased, leaving the inscription blank.

Chen Luo looked at the painting again. The woman in the painting looked at the sky through the window of the pavilion, her brows furrowed. Outside the terrace, it was drizzling.

Seeing Chen Luo pick up the pen, all the Confucian scholars stopped joking and chatting, and their eyes were all focused on Chen Luo.

Qi Kexiu clenched his fists and stared at Leng Hanbingyuan.

Sima Lie squeezed his beard and squinted, while Lin Zhiye frowned and looked on coldly.

Only Yan Tianbing sat aside with a smile, as if the whole thing had nothing to do with him.

Chen Luo took a deep breath and wrote down——

"The rain hit the pear blossoms and closed the door, forgetting the youth, missing the youth."

"Who's talking about having fun? Ecstasy under the flowers, and ecstasy under the moon."

"Sorrowful gathering on the peak of the eyebrows, frowning all day long, a thousand sing marks, ten thousand sing marks."

"Look at the sky at dawn and at the clouds at dusk, think of you when you walk, and think of you when you sit."

After writing a poem, the whole room was silent.

I saw that the person in the painting slowly turned his head and looked at Chen Luo.

Afterwards, the beauty in the painting turned around, went down the pavilion, walked out despite the wind and rain, pushed open the courtyard door, and walked all the way to the front of the painting.

Qi Kexiu was shocked and shouted in his heart: "Don't! Don't!"

Leng Hanbing smiled slightly: "The Posts of Fast Snow and Clear Time", get it!

But just when everyone thought that the person in the painting was going to worship each other in front of the painting, the person in the painting kept walking, and when he lifted his leg, he walked down from the painting and turned into a delicate and beautiful woman. .

In an instant, the black and white turned into full of color, and a faint fragrance filled the hall.

Vibrant and fragrant.

The person in the painting greeted Chen Luoying with blessings, with a three-point sadness and three-point surprise in his tone: "Lang Jun, I have missed you for a long time."

Yan Tianbing patted his forehead: It's over.

You may not believe it when you say it.

Your paintings are not yours anymore.

……

After a lot of fun, the matter was finally settled satisfactorily.

Yan Tianbing gave this pair of "Spring Girl" to Chen Luo on the spot.

Actually, although the woman in the painting came out of the painting, she was actually a phantom, and her body was still the painting.

True·holographic·red sleeves add fragrance.

However, everyone couldn't help but raise their expectations for Chen Luo's next performance, and even Yan Tianbing had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

"Next, it's "Fishing Old Man"." Yan Tianbing said to Chen Luo and another person who passed the test.

The man smiled wryly, knowing that he was running with him this time, he waved his hand embarrassedly, and withdrew from the poem titled "Diaosou Tu", which was not surprising to everyone.

Yan Tianbing patted the storage bag, and suddenly a scroll appeared. Everyone looked at the scroll, as if seeing blood dripping from the scroll, making people dizzy.

The bloodstained power of the barbarian gods.

The painting girl raised her legs and walked into Chen Luo's body instantly, and Chen Luo's mind suddenly became clear. Looking at the scroll again, there was nothing different about the scroll.

Seeing that Chen Luo was back to normal, Yan Tianbing nodded and slowly opened the picture scroll.

According to Ye Dafu's description, the original picture of fishing old man should be a picture of fishing alone in a snowy night.

On the cold river, there was only an old man wearing a hat, with a pot of old wine beside him, with a fishing rod in his hand, fishing for river snow at night.

It's no wonder that there is a poem titled "Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of people disappear in all directions, a lonely boat is a dwarf man, and I fish alone in the cold river and snow".

It is the meaning of this winter's silent killing that created the semi-sacred Wenbao power of "Diaosou Tu".

But now, what Chen Luo saw was a completely different painting.

The snow and ice have long since dissipated, and the green hills in the distance are faintly visible. A sunset in the sky shone on the old man who was alone, and the whole painting revealed a sense of twilight.

The setting sun is the blood of the barbarian gods. The barbarian blood turns into a sunset, which shatters the murderous intention of the night, melts the ice and snow, and turns the whole painting into a picture of late autumn and sunset, thus transforming a semi-sacred Wenbao is completely defiled.

Chen Luo looked at the picture of the old man and pondered slightly.

What poem should I ask?

Chen Luo pondered for a moment and lifted the pen.

"One minnow, one hat and one small boat,"

"One foot of silk and one inch of hook."

"One song and one bottle of wine,"

"One person is fishing alone."

Only halfway through writing the word "Autumn", Chen Luo stopped writing.

"No, I seem to have overlooked something." Chen Luo frowned, and at this time everyone looked at the poem Chen Luo wrote.

"The last word of this poem should be the word for autumn, right?" said a great Confucian.

"That's right, I'm catching a river of autumn alone." A great Confucian said immediately, "As expected of Wan Anbo, the nine words are embedded in the poem. In the end, it's not autumn, but a river of autumn. And lonely."

"It is a perfect match for the smeared "Diaosou Tu". Just why did Wan Anbo stop writing?"

Sima Lie sighed: "This poem is excellent, but it doesn't have the power of Liu Wenzong's poem. If it's finished, it will be at the level of a great scholar's literary treasure at most."

Qi Kexiu breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a smile, "I said long ago that Wan Anbo's poetry is extraordinary, but if he wants to restore "Diaosou Tu", he is still a little too strong! Brother Leng, let's go first Thank you for your great Confucianism!"

Although I lost "Kai Xue Qing Shi Tie", I still made a lot of money if I could get a piece of Confucianism.

Leng Binghan snorted: "It's not over yet, you don't have to come to a conclusion."

Qi Kexiu shook his head slightly: "Then let's wait, let's see how Chen Luo can turn things around."

……

At this time, Chen Luo's mind was spinning rapidly. He recalled what Ye Dafu and himself had said about "Diaosou Tu", especially the half-sage's sentence "Yan Ti Liu Ying".

He looked at the painting again, at this time he looked carefully, and found that there was a faint black shadow under the old man.

It's a shadow!

The original version of "Diaosou Tu" is a night scene, and there is no shadow.

In the current version, if the shadow of the **** sunset, it cannot be from such an angle.

Chen Luo suddenly thought that Ye Dafu had said that it was Liu Wenzong who used his last breath to throw this picture across thousands of miles and threw it back to the Yan family.

"Yan does not leave Liu, Liu does not leave Yan!"

"Yan Ti Liu Ying!"

Chen Luo's heart moved, and a poem suddenly appeared in his mind.

Chen Luo waved his hand and directly erased the poem "Nine Day Fishing Old Man".

"What is Wan Anbo doing?" A great scholar frowned, "Do you want to redo a song?"

"The song just now is also a rare masterpiece, the new poem may not be as good as the original poem!"

There was a lot of discussion among the Confucian scholars present, and even Yan Tianbing frowned slightly. Logically, one person can only write one poem at a time, but just now Chen Luo did not finish the last word. within the rules.

I don't know what new poem he's going to write.

Bewildered by Chen Luo's actions, all eyes held their breath and fell on the tip of Chen Luo's pen.

Chen Luo has a plan at this time, and writes with a pen——

The rolling water of the Yangtze River runs east,

The waves wash away the heroes.

Success or failure turns empty,

The green hills are still there,

A few degrees of sunset red.

The white-haired fisherman on the river Nagisa,

I used to watch the autumn moon and the spring breeze.

A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet,

How many things have happened in the past and present,

It's all a joke!

……

Before everyone realized this time, everyone suddenly discovered that the remaining shadow of the old man gradually elongated, and it seemed to have turned into a figure completely different from the old man.

I saw the shadow stand up from the boat and sat opposite the old man. Between the two, it happened to be the pot of old wine.

"A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet!" Yan Tianbing's eyes suddenly became sour, "Yan Ti Liuying, Yan Ti Liuying, Liu Shi no longer, but Yan Liu will always meet!"

"So it is, so it is!"

Everyone understands at this time~IndoMTL.com~ It is no wonder that even the semi-sage cannot restore the power of the semi-sage Wenbao in "Diaosou Tu". It turns out that Yan Liu must be reappeared.

A confidant is hard to find, never give up!

"No, no!" Qi Kexiu said suddenly, "This Wenbao has not been restored to the semi-sacred..."

Just before Qi Kexiu finished his words, a mighty aura suddenly swept out from the "Diaosou Tu" upload, and the majesty of the saint descended, and all the great Confucians were shocked.

Only Sima Lie stood up abruptly, with an incredible look in his eyes, looking at the picture of the old man, he was shocked—

"Year...the power of years!"

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