The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 72: Anonymous Poems
Chapter 72 Unnamed Poems
Update time: 2013-05-07
The setting sun is going down, the afterglow is faint, and the son of Luo surnames him holding a hip flask. When chatting, there are witty words. What is right and profit is not a matter of success or failure. Any layman will relax when he sees nothing in front of him, but he does not know that time is only Accident. Even Xu Fengnian, an outsider, listened with gusto, and felt that all his cheesyness suddenly disappeared.
Not to mention the two young ladies who had been secretive to Lord Luo, they could not wait to snuggle over, or simply go to the bed and listen to the teachings. Several old scholars also nod frequently, obviously showing their affection for the Luo family’s children. It was not just because his surname was Luo, just like when he met a horse thief, this person drew his sword to resist the enemy before he surrendered. Such a romantic and suave swordsman, he will certainly not be a thing in the pool in the future. There is a warm atmosphere by Luo Gongzi who is threading needles, a gifted improvisational poem, a woman surnamed Su plays the bamboo flute leisurely, and the other young men and women clap their hands or beat the dead branches to make a light drum.
The old scholar Luo, who is in a scarf and green shirt with a jade waist and a jade, looked into the distance, and said with emotion: "How big can a frog look at the sky at the bottom of the well? When you look at it, the world is broad, and the heart is bigger. Open. So you young people, you want to take advantage of your health to go out for a while. I ran north with my family. I was in turmoil along the way. I was displaced and became the people. Only then did I know the people’s sufferings and difficulties, so I came to Beimang, I Think of our group of old scholars, in general, compared with those who stayed in the Central Plains, they are much less romantic and a little more human. Our children also have fewer untimely high-ranking scholars."
Xu Fengnian twisted with two fingers, gently broke a dead branch, threw it into the campfire, smiled and nodded: "Mr. Luo's words are very reasonable."
The old scholar, who was also considered a first-class scholar in the Northern Mang and Southern Dynasties, looked back, looked at this very good-tempered young man, and laughed in a low voice: "Little brother Xu, Luo Changhe and the scholars, even though they speak I’m not very polite, and I don’t have a good face. I actually don’t feel bad about you. It’s just that there is a girl you like, and you meet a horse thief, but you’re an outsider who takes the limelight. If you can’t turn a corner, you can’t show your face, I’m here. The old man is also a person here. When he was young, he was jealous and didn’t care about being gentle, courteous and frugal. He lost his manners, so you should be considerate and considerate. Meeting is a fate, and when you return to Gusai Prefecture in the future, if you encounter difficulties, the old man can guarantee that they If I run into it, I will definitely say a few words for you quietly, but I will probably not show up and tell my brother that I will help you with this matter."
Xu Fengnian nodded. Although the old scholar around him is a high-ranking celebrity, he is willing to talk to him, an unworthy family concubine, which is enough to explain too many problems. This sixtieth old man is so sophisticated and well-versed in people's minds, and what he said and said are all justified truths. The old Confucian laughed, and finally found a clean porcelain bowl from his luggage, handed it to Xu Fengnian, and asked: "If you meet, can you drink a cup?"
Xu Fengnian squinted and smiled: "One cup is too little, as long as there is enough wine, you can have a few bowls."
The old scholar protects the deerskin wine sac with only a half-sack left, and said angrily: "I can't stand a few bowls of drinking."
Xu Fengnian smiled helplessly: "I will be in the city tomorrow, and I will give the old man a bag of good wine."
Two nearby old men who were five or six years younger than the old scholar took advantage of the fire and robbed them-, they laughed heartily and booed: "Little brother, don't favor one or the other," "This is true."
Xu Fengnian promised to accept it. I don’t know when there is a rule of writing a poem after drinking a bowl of alcohol. After a round of rounds, even Xu Fengnian could not escape. There were five or six people who followed the bonfire. Most of them twisted and bounced out a few slang words, which are not five or seven words, but from the mouth of the man, there is also a somewhat rough frontier style, and it cannot be said that it is deliberately embarrassing an outsider, Xu Fengnian, and everyone’s eyes are full. Next, when it was Xu Fengnian's turn, the old scholar surnamed Luo helped to pour a bowl of wine, and reminded with a smile: "You are not allowed to use the palace's quiet poems to make the scene, and you are not allowed to recite the poems of everyone in the poetry circle. OK."
Xu Fengnian thought of several waterfall watching in Wudang Hui Mountain and Jiuhua Mountain for some reason, and the tide watching on the banks of the Guangling River. He remembered many stories of old people, and he just poured a bowl of spirits into his stomach with just one mouthful. With a chopstick, tap the edge of the bowl with a dingdong sound, looking at the bonfire, he whispered: "The waterfall of lotus is smoked and green, and the waterfall of Guniu is thunderous. Only the waterfall of Jiuhua is not strange at the spine of the waterfall, like a heavenly person. Lying on the side with a big post. The force can stretch for ninety-four thousand feet, like a stack of Dunhuang flying fairy skirts. It releases the blue sky and nine galaxy white, just like the frost of the old general's temples."
The young men and women who thought this guy was going to make a fool of themselves were all stunned, and then looked at each other. Most of them read poems and books, knowing that this is the first time they raised their eyebrows, especially Luo Changhe and the women surnamed Su frowned. Chew well means. The few old scholars around Xu Fengnian didn't have that much thought. Mr. Luo followed the boy to catch his tongue, patted his thigh, squinted and took a sip of wine.
"I was here at the time of the splashing ink rain, and the two cliffs were furious with the wind tightly. The clouds surged and the floods swept the tourists road... I once watched the tide and the waterfall, and a white deer stood quietly under the waterfall. The two deer are facing each other, the Eastern Yue in the Southern Tang or the Western Shu? Later, an old monk led the deer, and then turned around and laughed... , As mighty as a river."
This poem that blurted out is too unconventional, making people unable to comment on it. I just feel that there is no breath in the chest, such as the thousand-layer waterfall falling straight down, all piled up and echoed in the deep pool. .
Finally, a scholar couldn't help but whispered: "Is this a poem or a word? It's not a donkey or a horse, I don't care about it at all."
Another scholar asked cautiously: "I don't have any physique, but does it mean something?"
Old Mr. Luo may be holding a bowl unsteadily, splashing some alcohol on his hand, and subconsciously stroking his beard, so that he wets his gray beard, and ignores these details. He smiles with the other two old scholars. It is a heartfelt reward.
After three years of travel, I asked for a bowl of wine at the wine shop at the gate of the city. After saying that Xiaoer was drinking wine, he fell asleep. Later, Emperor Wu walked with the bowl and chanted softly at the night of the grassland. Xu Fengnian felt as if she had passed away, and was stunned. He didn't hear the words of those sons and daughters. Dagger Chunlei, lying quietly on his lap, trembled. I don't know if the old sheepskin fur man's so-called "no sound in the sheath" is this artistic conception.
The old Confucian scholar seemed to be about to build a coffin and he said with a deep smile: "I wrote my mouth and said I thought, how can I be restrained by the poetic style of the predecessors. Little brother, do you have a poetry name?"
Xu Fengnian returned to his senses, and said with a shame: "Temporarily, I've never heard anything."
An old scholar took a sip of wine, slapped and slapped, and said with emotion: "Why don't you call the waterfall watching an angry song, but the literary actors who taught me to fly camp and gougou can also give birth to a few catties of righteousness."
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said: "The name is too big, I am really ashamed of it."
The other clusters of bonfires felt a little embarrassed. They left one after another. They either went for a walk under the moon or went back to the tent to rest. Only Luo Changhe and the woman surnamed Su got up and sat down. Luo Changhe laughed softly: "Xu Gongzi has a hillock in his chest, Luo Mou sighs that he is inferior."
Several old scholars also got up and dispersed, whether it’s the world, not to mention the Nashlin literary world. After all, young people are asked to go to the rookie to show up in the old forest, but Mr. Luo is still empathetic and quiet. The wine sac was left. Xu Fengnian shook his head and laughed at himself: "If you really say it is a good poem, it's just because you accidentally used up the little talent left in this life."
Luo Changhe smiled boldly: "The son is self-effacing, which makes Luo even more embarrassed. For example, the title of my book swordsman sounds a bit like a thing, but the origin is very unbearable. It's just spending money to help the literary world. Advocating momentum, and accidentally popping up a few poems when drinking with the famous prostitutes in the brothel, buying drunken money instead of buying meat is a true romance. Find a few soft persimmons that the common people hate and abhor, and ask Shilin celebrities to take one when they are crowned Words with far-reaching and incomparably resounding meanings have snowballed their reputation and reputation. You say that such a book swordsman is not genuine, and how many doubles can it have? This poem by Mr. Xu is going to be much more."
Xu Fengnian's mouth curled up, "Master Luo is really a very straightforward person."
Luo Changhe asked, "Being so frank, can I have a bowl of wine together?"
A woman surnamed Su with a smile on her eyebrows helped to pour the wine, Xu Fengnian and Luo Changhe drank their bowls.
Xu Feng laughed young: "Actually, my second sister is really talented when it comes to writing poetry. Before, I was not as good as Lord Luo. I only spent money on poems to fill the front. I will later realize that, now I will go back. Look, it's silly."
The woman surnamed Su sipped a drink and smiled sincerely.
Luo Changhe raised his bowl and said: "Who's a teenager is not frivolous, Luo Mou respects you a bowl for a friend, thank you for your chivalrous help a few days ago. Do it first."
each had a bowl of wine and abdomen. Luo Changhe drank his face and blushed. He got up and apologized: "I can't drink anymore."
Xu Fengnian and the woman surnamed Su got up together, and the latter softly said: "Luo Zi, walk together?"
Seeing Xu Fengnian winking quietly at himself, Luo Changhe's complexion became more rosy, and he took the beauty and went away. The hard work finally paid off, and Luo Changhe was in a good mood. Along the way, the celebrity was not able to impress the pretty young lady around him. It wasn't until the surname Xu knocked the bowl to chant poems that Luo Changhe realized that this brilliant woman did not like the chic style in the past. Luo Changhe was also decisive. I lowered my frame and put it to the end. Taking advantage of the opportunity of showing my heart with Xu, it was a miraculous effect and won the hearts of the beauties. Turning his head and seeing the young man with Xu surnamed standing in the same place with his thumb, Luo Changhe returned a gesture. , It's all in it.
Xu Fengnian took a secluded direction and walked alone, and lay down on the bank of a river.
Beimang eight prefectures, Gusai Longyao two prefectures are adjacent to Beiliang Youzhou Fengzhou, and the long and narrow Orange State borders the two Liaos in the northern part of the Liyang Dynasty. The north of Juzizhou is Jinxi. If you don’t say it, you will soon set foot. When I entered Orange Prefecture, there was Murong Baoding who was on the list of martial arts critics. Of course, Xu Fengnian didn’t have enough food to support such a big man. This trip to Beimang still has a clear line to stay in the city. It was a murder, killing the military commander Tao Qianzhi of the Zhuang faction. He was doing his best for Northern Liang. He went to Feihu City to find someone to find the man who had taught Chen Zhibao and other disciples in battle, but he seemed to be out of luck. It was supposed to go to Jinxi Prefecture to assassinate a descendant of the Yelu family, and then temporarily fled south to Orange Prefecture to find a blacksmith swordsman. No matter whether he could find it, he would then rush to the northern ice field. The old abbot of the Liangchan Temple disrupted the situation intentionally or unintentionally. Xu Fengnian almost confessed his life on the grassland, saying that hate was not enough. He always respected this old monk, not to mention taking other people’s hands and the living relics in his sleeves. Dan didn't take it for nothing, but to say how grateful he was to the old monk, it must be fake. It is not terrible to provoke the Tuoba Chunfalcon, but it will affect the Tuoba family to have endless troubles.
Xu Fengnian took out a square wooden box, held it in front of his eyes, and then rotated it at his fingertips. Cao Changqing said that his whereabouts had been leaked. Two people smelled the breath and wanted to kill themselves. One of them was the fifth among the top ten monsters. The female blind luthier, who is good at killing King Kong? Since it is beyond the Diamond Profound Realm, why are you good at it? It means that this woman is the hardest and most familiar woman to kill the Diamond Realm master?
Xu Fengnian bounced the small wooden box and shook his head, not worrying about these troubles that can’t come up with answers, and some look forward to seeing the swordsmith who is hiding in the wells of the Spring and Autumn Period in the well of Orange City. The realm reached by the old Western Chu grandma, Sun Xiji and the like, is hidden in the wild, lectures in the academy, and escape to the Zen mountains. , Seems to be the most unrooted and highly popular, but Xu Fengnian is relieved when he thinks of the identity of the figure that the blacksmith wants to protect. It is a feat to survive in itself. The king of Xishu has a sword emperor. In Beiliang Iron Hoof, the king died in battle, and the emperor guarded the gate of the country and ended in martyrdom.
But the young prince was still stolen by two loyal officials desperately. He has one man and one martial artist. The literati is Chunqiu Hongru Zhao Dingxiu. The name of the general is unknown. He only knows that he cast and held the sword for the Sword Emperor of Xishu. Sword for more than ten years. It is said that a group of people fled to the Nanhai cliff and died by jumping off the cliff. Xu Fengnian knew that this was not the case before he left Beiliang. The last time he found someone in Feihu City, it was Xu Xiao who asked him to speak. This time it was replaced by master Li Yishan. This means that the four-hundred-year-old kingdom of Xishu can continue to stretch. The premise is that the prince who should be in his 20s go to Beiliang. Xu Fengnian is a little bit unsure. Xishu is the imperial palace that was trampled by Beiliang iron. Guo Zuo, can this kind of thing be negotiated? That swordsmith wouldn't kill people with red eyes as soon as they meet? But I think Master must have a countermeasure in Tingchao Pavilion~ IndoMTL.com~ For this kind of undercurrent surging temple latitude and longitude, the sky fell in the past anyway, Xu Fengnian, who was carried by Xu Xiao, has not been very caring, but after all, he has been in this large In the dyeing vat, the ears and eyes were touched, saying that Xu Fengnian was a layman in the officialdom, and he really underestimated the seemingly infamous His Royal Highness.
Xu Fengnian sat up, put away the living relics, flipped his fingers and settled.
The few remaining veterans of the Northern Liang Army, the largest of the backbone forces is probably Xu Xiao’s six sons. Chen Zhibao will not say more. The loyalty of Yuan Zuozong is beyond doubt. Ye Xi, who has the reputation of "Little Zhao Changling", is really good at it. Yang Mou, personality is also upright, but the relationship with His Royal Highness can only be regarded as sparse. Yao Jian, who is good at finding Longchasha, is the closest to himself except Chu Lushan. When he was young, he followed his **** to the north. As for Lu Qiu'er, Xu Fengnian sighed. Perhaps Xu Xiao could see through this fat man's mind, and he was still too bad. Next is Ning Emei's hero Wei Fucheng and other generals and assistants. They are all distinguished. They either stand on their own or are attached to one of the six righteous sons, and these people naturally have their own small mountain camps, which are very intertwined. , But compared to the court hall of the Liyang Dynasty, it is still cleaner after all. The civil servant group led by Li Hanlin's greedy father Li Gongde is still far from being able to challenge the Northern Liang Army, and can only maintain politics while observing its words and colors.
Xu Feng’s years have been counted, and there seems to be only one Guoyi Duwei Huangfu who is worthy of his family’s life.
Xu Fengnian looked down at the lonely finger symbolizing only one confidant, and said to himself: "It's so bleak."