After listening to this poem, Xie Minghe was silent for a moment, just staring at the other party.

However, Zhang Xing felt uncomfortable when he thought of going to the river to simmer. After a moment, he remembered something and quickly explained:

"Sir, thank you, this homeland is not referring to anything. The use of words, one is allusion, extension, and the other is to dispel charm and return to the original meaning of the text... The homeland is a country that once existed here in the past, and there is no point in it. Thinking about the homeland, it is just thinking about the scenery of the old country and the people of the old country... However, there are no literary inquisitions these days, so Mr. Xie is not so entangled, right?"

"I'm not entangled with this." Xie Minghe finally spoke, but sighed. "What about your poem...barely, barely...but the mountains surrounded my hometown, and the mountains surrounded my hometown were lonely and lonely... Zhang Sanlang, you are really, really... how can you call Sanlang? Do you know why I left here, and would rather travel around Bachu for many years than return home?"

Zhang Xing stood up and answered seriously: "I guessed that with Mr. Xie's age, it was nothing more than the destruction of Chen, or later Yang Bin suppressing the rebellion in Jiangdong... I killed too much, which led to some past events... So I didn't kill anyone this time, and it was indeed because of a shortage of food, and I was afraid that a large-scale recruitment from the people would lead to rebellion."

Xie Minghe shook his head: "The broken mirror can be reunited, but the dead cannot be resurrected... You did not kill people, I actually... like it very much."

Zhang Xing knew that the other party wanted to say he was very grateful, but the other party's pride did not allow him to say he was grateful. Moreover, from the other party's perspective, it was him, the imperial minion, who was trying to rob him, and it was too fucking to say this. However, he also guessed that the other party should have some friends and friends, or even confidantes, who died in the previous large-scale war, so he traveled abroad all year round...

Compared with Wang Zhongxin, the Wang family who was only practicing in the mountains and was searched, there was a bit of movement and quietness, which complemented each other.

"Let's go!"

Xie Minghe sat down for a long time, and didn't know how many times he recited secretly. As expected, his eyes were about to turn red, he suddenly sighed and reached out to grab Zhang Xing's shoulder. "Since you want to capture all the famous scenic spots in Jiangdong, how can you stay in a mere stone city?"

After saying this, he took off again.

However, by the time he landed again, the sky had already turned into twilight and there was no last sight at all. Without any surprise, Xie Minghe did not force him too much, but instead meditated on the spot, saying that it was natural to wait for the dawn. The reason why he flew over was because he couldn't hold back his emotions and was afraid of losing his attitude.

Zhang Xing had no choice but to walk around and didn't dare to run away, so he simply meditated and started to start his meridians.

I was tired all night. I cried the meridian in the first half of the night, and fell asleep under a mound in the second half of the night. However, I was awakened by the warmth of the sunlight on the second day. Zhang Xing woke up and hurried to look around, hoping that the master would have the style of a master. He got a poem and flew away by himself in the middle of the night.

It is said that I waved my sleeves and did not take away a cloud.

"What are Zhang Sanlang looking for?"

On the earth platform more than ten steps away, a man was tall and tall, sitting upright, his hair was floating like a fairy, not that Xie Minghe or someone. "But are you looking for me?"

"yes."

Zhang Xing yawned and said something. "I thought Mr. Xie would leave at night so that everyone would leave a step for each other and be good to everyone, but I don't want Mr. Xie to be here... Mr. Xie, let's not say that the weather is so clear today, how has people seen it? It is rare to be happy to meet a soulmate in the mountains and rivers, but it is rare to be happy, but Jiangdu camp, the governments of various counties, and my commander of the Yitian Sword may not know that we have become close brothers. Now, your family in Jiangning City may have been in trouble, and the other seven families of the eight families will hate you alone... Of course, that's just a misunderstanding. If Mr. Xie was not here, they would have a chance to celebrate the New Year?"

"It's right. If it weren't for me and Wang Zhongxin, how could they have the chance to celebrate the New Year?"

Xie Minghe sighed. "But to be honest, I did leave yesterday... but it was different from what you thought. I wanted to throw you directly into the river, and then throw you down the house, and then turn into a real wild crane, never returning from now on, just like a phoenix... I just remembered that your poem was pretty good, and I couldn't bear to let you sink to the bottom of the river to make a fish wonton, and then stayed."

Zhang Xing laughed dryly, then looked around, but saw a bare earthen platform and several rotten wood walls standing on the mountain, without any words, and he didn't know where it was. He was still next to the Yangtze River and could clearly see Jiangning City and Jiangxinzhou in the morning sun, which was a little relieved.

"This is the Phoenix Platform in the southwest of Jiangning City."

Xie Minghe said seriously on the stage. "When the Tang Dynasty moved south, people were at a loss. Suddenly, a phoenix appeared on this mountain, traveling around for several days, and left. At that time, Jiangning City, which was still called Jiankang, could see clearly. It was just because the true dragon was like a bird, it was called a phoenix. Most of the phoenixes were under the seat of the Red Emperor. I thought this was the explanation given by the Red Emperor. From then on, people were at peace and were assisted in the Southern Tang Dynasty royal family here to set their foundation. In fact, according to the words of my ancestors, it was said that a female saint of the True Fire Sect practiced here. When the Tang Dynasty moved south, she ordered the True Fire Sect to cross the river north, and to receive countless refugees, and settled in the Jianghuai River. She achieved great achievements and finally achieved the position of becoming a dragon and rose in the shape of a phoenix. But no matter what, it was almost five hundred years, and it had been six or seven dynasties."

After hearing this, Zhang Xing jumped up and stomped his hands and feet down the dirt platform: "Then isn't this place, or the Phoenix Tower? I think it was a grand scene back then?"

"No," Xie Minghe sighed. "There were both Phoenix Tower and Phoenix Platform here, which were destroyed and built repeatedly... but what are some suitable poems?"

"Yes." Zhang Xing was frozen all night, and he could be considered as lingering with the other party for half a day. He knew that the other party would not really kill him, but instead gradually relaxed. "There is a seven-character poem, but I am afraid that Mr. Xie will not be able to take it."

"What's the meaning?"

"Although my seven-character poem is not neat enough, it is enough to suppress all seven-character poems in the world." Zhang Xing shook his head and answered.

"Seven-character verses have been emphasized since ancient times, otherwise why would they be called seven-character verses?" Xie Minghe sneered. "If it is not neat enough, you will naturally lose three points, let alone suppress all seven-character verses in the world? Do you know that even if this Phoenix Tower is located, it has left dozens of top seven-character verses for five hundred years!"

"If this is the case, why not bet?" Zhang Xing's body was warmed up by the sun, but he felt more and more relaxed. "I think Mr. Xie is also a decent person. Whether poetry is good or not, he has his own insights; whether he recognizes it or not, he has his own temperament!"

"What are you betting on?" Xie Minghe asked in the sun. "Did you let go?"

"Is it feasible?" Zhang Xing asked back again.

"Of course it's feasible." Xie Minghe responded immediately. "You can write poetry...":.

"Dare to ask where the other side is?" Zhang Xing thought for a while, but was not in a hurry to write a poem, but instead reached out and pointed.

"Liuhe Mountain..." Xie Minghe responded with slightest. "Where King Yu died, he refused to cross the land of Jiangdong."

Zhang Xing was embarrassed and pointed at Jiang Xinzhou again: "Is this Jiang Xinzhou in front of Jiangning an alias?"

"It seems to be called Meizizhou, like a slender plum, it may also be a middle-class plum." Xie Minghe answered correctly and couldn't urge him. "Where is your seven-character poem?"

Zhang Xing did not answer directly, but took out the embroidered knife at his waist and held it backwards to the other party: "I will read it. Sir can imitate my inspection and carve it on this stage. If there is no ground on the stage, it will be engraved on the rocks."

Xie Minghe glanced at the other party, rolled the knife from the air, and laughed: "It's a bit of momentum, but unfortunately there's no wine!"

Zhang Xing shook his head coldly, and his momentum became more and more powerful: "If the poem is good, it will be enough to intoxicate."

"Come on the song! Come on the song!"

Xie Minghe jumped up, and the true energy in his left hand emerged out of thin air, like a solid vine, entangled in a rock, and luck in his right hand came out. The blade was blocked by green light, blooming green light, like running water.

Zhang Xing blurted out without hesitation:

"The people of the past have transformed into phoenixes, and there is no place where the Phoenix Tower is left.

The phoenix is ​​gone forever, and the white clouds are gone for thousands of years.

The clear rivers reveal the Liuhe trees, and the fragrant grass is lush in the plum island.

Where is the village at dusk? The smoke and waves on the river make people sad."

Xie Minghe didn't say a word, and the embroidered sword in his hand was like a dragon and a snake. After writing on the stone, he stood under the rock and said nothing for a long time.

"Is it done?" Zhang Xing urged. "Can you let me go?"

"A good poem, but there are three phoenixes in succession, and the words and sentences are repeated, which obviously ruins the rhythm." Xie Minghe hesitated for a moment, and then looked back. "Do you want another poem?"

"Sir, it's too much."

Zhang Xing was finally furious... He couldn't do it because he really couldn't remember Li Taibai's other song "Phoenix"... so he quickly changed the topic.

"I know Mr. Xie is angry. The incident of the house search this time was indeed the abuse and oppression of Jiangdong by the Great Wei court, but how did this matter count as a group of hawks? We were ordered to come to Jiangdong to collect grain, almost put ourselves in our shoes, and chose the best way to solve the problem. And what about Mr.? Mr. Wang Zhongxin, who was only capable and resentful, could not violate the overall situation of the north and south, nor could he stop his own fish countryside, but could only find me, Baishou, to vent his anger... If Mr. Wang Zhongxin, who was sitting on Jingting Mountain, knew, he would be laughing at you."

"In this way, you and me have snatched my house, but it's all my fault?" Xie Minghe finally disappeared from the depression he had last night, and just wrote this seven-character verse and laughed with a knife...

"No, of course I am wrong. My fault is that even though I know that the court has abused the people of Jiangdong too much, but I am in a situation, and the people are weak and unable to resist, so I can only paste them in time and take a handful of Shizhi Valley into the chicken coop of Zun's family to save Shizhi Valley."

Zhang Xingran answered with confidence. "But Mr. Xie has more mistakes than me...

"First of all, Mr. Xie's mistake is the same as mine. He knew it was the fault of the Great Wei court, but he could not resist it.

"Secondly, the Great Wei abused Jiangdong mainly torture local common people. The Eight Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great Great

"In the end, it was Mr. Xie's attitude, and his ability was his, but he escaped everywhere, and he hid on the left and shook his right... as if he was ignoring the world... But in fact, he still came to Shitou City in the middle of the night and cried like a woman in secret; he lost some gold, silver and food, and was a little angry, and he had to show off his skills, and used a person who had no power to resist, but he didn't know what the use of doing this?"

Let me say that at first, Zhang Xing just didn't want to continue writing poetry, and wanted the other party to admit defeat and let him go, but for some reason, after he scolded him one by one, he might have realized that the other party was not a corrupt person, but gradually became stronger and really got angry.

"I won't say the previous words for now, and I don't want to say the next words, because it's hard to say them after all." Xie Minghe was silent for a long time and asked seriously. "You said that my family adds fuel to the fire and makes the people of Jiangdong feel like they are in the face of water and fire. Is there any evidence?"

"Is it counting to put the seal money? All the seal money in Jiangdong is made from the manors below the Eight families. Zhenhuo Temple is afraid of violating the taboo of the Supreme Queen, so she dare not do it!" Zhang Xing immediately retorted and almost blurted out. "Southern Chen forgot twenty years. Has the Zun family stopped making the people's blood, sweat and wealth in half a day?"

Xie Minghe was slightly stunned.

"This is a big one, and I don't have time to rectify it." Zhang Xing became more angry when he saw the other party's confused attitude, and continued to sneer. "Another thing, I was planning to do before the trip... The imperial court's taxes were harsh, and the people were suffering. At this time, the river bank, the seaside tidal flats, and the mountains and grasslands were places for the people to pick wild vegetables and pick up water to survive. However, in several counties in Jiangdong, who was surrounded by this mountain to see the scenery, who was surrounded by that beach to raise geese and cranes... Is this a virtue?"

"Raising geese..."

"I certainly know what raising geese is for!" Zhang Xing scolded sternly. "It's for the elegant taste of practicing calligraphy! Why are raising cranes? I also know that it was because of the five hundred years of the Southern Dynasties that a cultural atmosphere of using cranes to describe noble people. Do the great families of aristocratic families use cranes to show off their face and rush to catch up with the trend? Isn't this how Mr. Xie's name comes from? Isn't your family not surrounded? And for these messy things, they have to use cranes and gooses to kill people. The Jiangdong family is also worthy of being a Northern Army Han, holding their heads up and raising their chests in front of me, a northern army, and complaining about themselves. I have already given you a face to write poems and humiliate you! If I had known that you were so shameless, I would not leave you alone, so I would have no place to cry when you come back!"

At this point, Zhang Xing's tone was extremely intense:

"The Eight Great Masters of Jiangdong are destined to die. Mr. should have known it long ago, but now he has gotten a bargain, how can he still pretend to be sour?!"

After speaking in anger, Zhang Xing looked at the other person's knife like green water, and was shocked and naturally felt regretful. He only said something he had just started to scold, but he was not easy to pretend to be cowardly, so he had to stand there with his hands raised his head, his chest and abdomen, as if he was disdainful.

But I didn't dare to say a word anymore.

On the other hand, after hearing this, Xie Minghe sighed, but turned around and left the signature for the poem with a knife, and tried his best to write Zhang Xing.

After writing, he threw the knife over again, and then he plucked his sleeves and closed his hands and said:

"Zhang Sanlang said it well... I have never thought about some things, it was my fault; but I have thought about them for a long time, but it is really hard to correct them for a while... Moreover, if we throw these angry words today, you will insult my family first. Can't say that I have completely lost my reason, right?"

Zhang Xing could only be embarrassed. How could he not know that he was the one who started to laugh at him first?

"But, I am indeed a person who likes to learn poetry and prose, so that we will have the fate of one night and one day." Xie Minghe smiled instead. "It's better, I have already realized Zhang Sanlang's poetic spirit. If you come with me, as long as it is not a very bad... Not only will I let you go, I will also have a relationship with you, take you to my house for a drink, worship three flashes and four souls together, and establish a friend of mine."

After hearing this, Zhang Xing thought for a long time, he suddenly asked, "How many years have Brother Xie started traveling all year round?"

"It has been twenty-one years since the destruction of the State of Chen." Xie Minghe sighed slightly. "At that time, I was younger than you. It was here that I saw Yang Bin heading south on a tower boat, showing off his might, like a river god, and then extinguished the last bit of fighting."

"I remember there was an allusion in Jiangdong. One was to dance cranes to hang old friends, and the other was to watch chess for a hundred years and to make a bad boy?" Zhang Xing continued to ask.

"The former is an allusion of Huaibei, and it was before the southward transition. The latter has similar legends from all over the world." Xie Minghe continued to hold his hands together to answer. "How? Can the words be properly prepared?"

"If Brother Xie believes in me, and take me home, there is no need to hold a banquet, and then I will just go to the ancestral hall and give a greeting!" Zhang Xing didn't know why, but the other party had already gone down the steps, so he simply leaned over and picked up the sword and responded slowly. "When we have a good friendship, the poem can be written well. When I leave, my brother will not eat it."

Xie Minghe nodded, stretched out his hand, soared into the air, and in a moment, he had already turned back to Jiangdong Mansion.

There was already a lot of tension, and when the Jinyi patrolman who stayed here saw Zhang Xing return together, he hurriedly sent someone to ask for his own inspection.

However, since the two of them landed, they didn't care about the crossbows, arrows and swords in the front yard, but went to the ancestral hall. Then, in the silence of the Xie family and the Danyang officials and the patrol officers in the brocade clothes, they first bowed three times to the Sanhui Golden Pillar, and each of them bowed one by one, then bowed one by one in the hall, then called people to bring wine and drink one by one, and they made an eight-day friendship in public.

After the ceremony was completed, Zhang Xing called Qin Bao opposite him, took out the white paper and charcoal pen with the patrol rider, then wrote a poem on the spot, folded it, stuffed it into Xie Minghe's sleeve, and bowed to say goodbye.

Seeing Zhang Sanlang go out and greet the officers and soldiers to stay away, Xie Minghe then opened the paper, but it was silent for three times.

It turns out that the charcoal pen is in a hurry, but I still get a poem:

"The Bashan and Chu River are desolate, abandoned for twenty-one years.

Nostalgia is a poem about walking cranes, but when you go to the hometown, you look like a rotten person.

Thousands of sails pass by the sunken boat, and thousands of trees are spring in front of the sick tree.

Today I will give you a poem, and I will gain a spirit with a glass of wine."

Xie Minghe looked at it for a long time and suddenly moved his feet, but he couldn't help but shed tears on the spot.

It also made the onlookers of the Xie clan even more terrifying.

PS: Thank you for being cute again in the Bachelor Armor, I am so grateful... Then continue to pay homage to everyone's early years... Really 2-in-1... Good night everyone. Provide you with the fastest update on the Dragon Destroy, Chapter 89: Cooking Crane (18) (5k2-in-1) for free reading.:.
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