Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 387: My lord, what do you want to do?

"The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year!"

Shi Lezhi wanted to show his talent, so naturally he had to explain the topic clearly, so he said: "The meaning of the poem title is that the questioner chooses a poem, and asks the answerer to use the meaning of the poem to break the question , Write poetry again!"

"The most important thing to break the title of a poem is to connect the artistic conception!"

"For example, Zhang Ruoxu's "The bright moon is born on the sea, and the sky is at this time". After many years, Su Poxian formed a wonderful artistic conception and poetry with "I hope people will live forever, and we will share the beauty of the moon"!"

"Another example is this song 'The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year'. Mr. Yan Shu once wrote a continual work of 'The flowers fall helplessly, and the swallows return like deja vu'!"

"I don't want the artistic conception to be exactly the same, but to start from this artistic conception, whether to repost or promote, to continue writing, or to prove again, it doesn't matter!"

After saying so much, Shi Lezhi smiled at Chen Luo: "Brother Liu, the question of entering the city is not common, if you want to increase your knowledge, it will be a chance."

"Brother Yu is not talented, I plan to solve this problem. If Brother Liu is interested, you can follow Brother Yu to get there!"

"In the future, it will also be a conversation with talents!"

As Shi Lezhi said, he glanced at the carriage unconsciously, and finally there was a voice in the carriage that surprised Shi Lezhi——

"Little brother, since Mr. Shi wants to show off his literary talents, you can follow along!"

"Study one or two hard, and advance to the realm of poetry as soon as possible!"

Chen Luo was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Lang Feixian who was sitting next to the car, Lang Feixian shrugged.

Understood, this old stone's eyes were dishonest, which made Sixth Senior Sister angry.

This is a death order for myself!

Shi Lezhi, on the other hand, was full of enthusiasm, and bowed towards the carriage again: "Miss Liu, don't worry, Brother Liu is a real brother at home. This time Xiaosheng breaks the problem and enters the city, he must spare time to tutor Brother Liu in poetry and prose, and help him advance to the next level." !”

Chen Luo sighed.

You can shut up!

Stop talking...

"Thank you, Mr. Shi!" Yun Siyao replied.

Where did Chen Luo know that the dignified Mr. Zhulin Liu would be angry because others looked at her more, and besides, Shi Lezhi didn't have any excessive words in his words, but instead seriously explained Chen Luo's doubts.

It's just that Yun Siyao felt a little depressed when he saw Shi Lezhi's attitude of teaching poetry in front of Chen Luo.

You can say that I can't play chess, but you can't say that my junior brother can't write poetry!

This is taboo!

…

At this time, Shi Lezhi didn't know what he was about to meet, so he rode his horse and walked beside the carriage with excitement, talking to Chen Luo about his experience in writing poems.

"In today's poetry world, apart from saints, as far as I can see, only two and a half people can be regarded as elite figures."

"Two and a half? Which two and a half?" Chen Luo was also curious and asked.

"Northern King Xin Qiji, Western King Li Qingzhao, these two words have opened up a new atmosphere, they are two people."

"Half more!" Shi Lezhi considered his sentence, "That's the current Marquis of Wu, Chen Luo and Chen Dongliu!"

"Quack? (Why is he half of one?)" Jin Guagua, who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, suddenly jumped out and landed on Chen Luo's shoulder, and asked through sound transmission.

Shi Lezhi was taken aback for a moment, then saw the emerald green frog, and immediately realized that it might be brother Liu's demon pet, and said gently to Chen Luo: "This little frog doesn't look like it's transformed yet, but it can Divine soul sound transmission has extraordinary potential!"

Speaking, he took out a red pill from the jade pendant at his waist, handed it to Jin Guagua, and said, "This is Chongxue pill, made from three hundred years of blood spirit fruit. Take it as a meeting gift, and give it to you!"

Jin Gua Gua was stunned: This is a broken thing, even if it is a marble, it is too brittle.

But Jin Guagua is a scene person after all, so he stretched out his hand and spit out a mouthful of water bubbles to wrap the elixir, which is the next step.

Don't touch it, if you touch it, you will be unclean!

Afterwards, Jin Guagua snapped his fingers, and a golden light flew out from the small bundle behind him. Jin Guagua handed over the golden pill and said, "Wow! (This is the Condensing Yuan Pill!)"

"Quack! (It's refined from a thousand-year-old essence leaf, and it's just a gift for you!)"

Speaking, he threw the golden pill casually, jumped on his hind legs, and jumped back into the carriage.

"Hahaha... this little frog is so cute..." Shi Lezhi laughed, and took the golden pill casually, "It's so golden, it's been carefully decorated."

He only thought it was a jelly bean thrown by the little frog, and was joking with himself.

But Shi Lezhi didn't know that in Jin Guagua's eyes, he would rather die than hand over Tangdou.

Shi Lezhi casually threw the golden elixir to Qingmu Chan behind him, and said, "It's cheap for you!" Incredible expression.

Shi Lezhi didn't notice the abnormality of Qingmuchan behind him at all, and still said to Chen Luo: "As for why Wuhou is half, hahahaha..." Shi Lezhi first laughed a few times, and then he said, "There is no one else. , too ingenious!"

"I have read all of Wuhou's poems, every word and every word is excellent."

"But I personally think that, after all, I am young and have not been involved in the world deeply, so many things are based on imagination!"

"It is inevitable that the things written have a deliberate feeling, so there is some craftsmanship!"

"If you practice hard for another twenty years, you might turn from half a person into a person!"

"Cough, cough..." Lang Feixian, who was leaning against the car frame, choked on the tea, coughed twice, and said, "It's not possible."

"Why not?" Shi Lezhi said solemnly, "You have to pay attention to the charm between the words and the meaning of the words, and you have to carefully understand the meaning inside, and then you can find the flaws."

"Hey, but I also said that Marquis Wu is considered to be half the elite of the poetic world, and only people with similar ranks can notice this difference!"

Chen Luo sighed.

You are crazy!

Just say me, do you know who you are talking about now?

Li Qinglian's dream pen gave birth to the flower!

Lang Feixian nodded in conviction, and looked at Chen Luo: "Little brother, you must ask Mr. Shi for advice!"

"Yes!" Chen Luo responded, and Shi Lezhi waved his hands proudly: "It's a matter of duty, a matter of duty!"

…

After a few words, they came to the gate of the city. A demon servant opened the way, and Shi Lezhi quickly walked to the question of entering the city. All the Confucian scholars who knew Shi Lezhi immediately saluted.

"Brother Shi, long time no see!"

"Brother Shi, you are finally here!"

"Brother Shi, don't come here without any problems! Hurry up and solve the problem, and give me an idea!"

When the others heard it, they also recognized Shi Lezhi.

In fact, in Lannan area, Shi Lezhi can be regarded as a well-known Confucian scholar, with the cultivation level of Master, several poems have been circulated in Lanmo area.

"It turned out to be Mr. Shi, Xiaowuhou of Lanzhou!" Someone said in surprise, "This time, he is probably the first person to break the title and enter the city!"

"It's hard to say, the Cui family's question this time is really tricky!"

"Let's see, if it succeeds, we have an idea!"

The sound of everyone's discussion came to Shi Lezhi's ears, which made Shi Lezhi proud again. He glanced at Yun Siyao in the carriage behind him from the corner of his eye, and was a little disappointed to see that there was no response from the other party.

At this time, a familiar student stepped forward and asked, "Brother Shi, these are..." He looked at Chen Luo and the others, and Shi Lezhi hurriedly said, "My friends, come and learn more!"

"Oh! That's it." Hearing that he was the one who sneaked in, the student lost interest in making friends, and cupped his hands at Shi Lezhi: "Brother Shi, please make a move first!"

"Then I'll just throw bricks to attract jade!" Shi Lezhi nodded, and then looked at Chen Luo, "Brother Liu, feel and learn with your heart."

Speaking, Shi Lezhi got off his horse, looked up at the entrance question, and was taken aback suddenly: "Form questions?"

The so-called group questions means that there is not one topic, but at least three groups.

What Shi Lezhi sees now is a set of entry questions!

The first question: "The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year!"

Second question: "The cutting is constant, the reasoning is still chaotic, it is the sorrow of parting, not the general feeling in my heart."

Third question: "My singing moon wanders, and my dancing shadow is chaotic. When I am awake, I have **** with each other, and when I am drunk, we will disperse."

"Just now many Confucian scholars probed with righteousness, the old slave was dazzled, and only saw one question, please punish me!" the demon servant said quickly through voice transmission.

Shi Lezhi frowned slightly. After all, these demon servants of his own were not raised by the big family, and they were still a little lazy, but there was a large audience, so they couldn't say anything, they could only wave their hands to show that they were fine.

"Mr. Shi, if you break one of the three poems, you will be considered a success. I don't know which one Mr. Shi will choose?" On the gate of the city, an official dressed in Wenchang Pavilion's clothes said with a smile, "Whether it is successful or not? It was decided jointly by Li and Lu and Ge Daru from Qingning Academy that the Cui family was the author of the question, so the Cui family's great scholars avoided suspicion and did not attend!"

This is not only for Shi Lezhi, but also for all other Confucian scholars who are trying to solve the problem.

"Understood!" Shi Lezhi nodded, bowed to the three great Confucians on the tower, and then said directly, "Students want to challenge the first question!"

"Yes!"

In an instant, the other two questions dissipated, and only one poem remained on the city wall.

"The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year!"

Shi Lezhi looked at Chen Luo: "Brother Liu, this poem was written by the former master Liu Xiyi. It is a pity that Master Liu died young, otherwise our human race will have one more top scholar!"

"Flowers are similar, but people are different. Sigh the vicissitudes of time, things are different!"

"This is my solution!"

After finishing speaking, Shi Lezhi wrote on the city wall——

The peach blossoms have fallen to the willows,

Outside of Qingshan House under the clouds.

I saw that the hatchet was empty and rusted,

No one lifts the arrow and returns to the mountain.

The peach blossoms are gone, the willows are silky, and the green hills outside the house are still there. I came to the Orion Courtyard where I was once entertained, but now the hatchets in the yard are rusty, so why haven’t the people who went hunting in the mountains come back yet?

After finishing the poem, one of the three Confucian scholars on the city wall frowned, and the other two nodded slightly.

"Not so good!"

"The literary talent is a bit weak, the artistic conception is a bit far away, barely!"

"It's also considered quick-witted, yes!"

After the words of the three great Confucians fell, the Wenchang Pavilion official shouted loudly: "Shi Lezhi, you have successfully solved the problem!"

Speaking, he looked at Shi Lezhi again: "Master Shi, are you willing to try the second question again?"

Shi Lezhi shook his head slightly: "Articles are made naturally, and you can get them by chance! One poem a day is my rule, so I won't challenge it anymore!"

After finishing speaking, Shi Lezhi looked at Chen Luo and the carriage behind the car with confidence again: "Brother Liu, Miss Liu, Shi Lezhi is lucky to live up to his fate!"

At this time, Yun Siyao said lightly: "Little brother! Master Shi taught you, have you learned it?"

"If you learn it, try it!"

"Don't be afraid of shame!"

Chen Luo looked at Yun Siyao, shrugged lightly, and bowed his hands to Shi Lezhi: "Brother Shi, don't blame me!"

Shi Lezhi frowned slightly, but quickly figured it out, maybe Brother Liu was worried that his writing was too bad, which would hurt his reputation, so he quickly waved his hand: "It's okay, Brother Liu, go ahead and try!"

"Well, I'll try my best!"

Chen Luo jumped off the carriage and walked towards the city gate.

Seeing Shi Lezhi's success, other students were already ready to move, but at this moment they all saw Chen Luo walking towards the question, and stopped one by one.

It's hard to say what relationship that young master has with Shi Lezhi, it's okay for everyone to wait a little longer!

Chen Luo walked under the city wall and raised his head: "I'm not talented, I want to try three consecutive questions!"

When you say it, there is an uproar!

On the other hand, the officials of Wenchang Pavilion on the city wall were startled when they saw Chen Luo.

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

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Sent today at three o'clock.

The one in the morning was owed yesterday, so I made it up.

Eighty thousand, make up for the little prince!

…………………

I don't think I've seen this kind of gameplay before!

Let’s guess ~IndoMTL.com~ Those three poems, which three poems Chen Luo used to connect!

The artistic conception does not have to be exactly the same, it can be suddenly changed, carried forward, and continued.

A couple of digressions:

Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year. From Liu Xiyi's "Sorrowful Pulsatilla".

Liu Xiyi was thirty years old when he died. It is said that his uncle Song Zhiwen killed Liu Xiyi in order to **** these two lines of poems!

Then I changed a few words and published it.

But this matter was exposed, so we know that the author of this poem is Liu Xiyi.

Purple Pen Literature

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