Chapter 457 Nine Machines Determining the Troubles
After Lin Su gave a heart-warming discussion, he defeated the thirty-six top elders of White Deer Academy and broke through the discussion barrier in one step. Two people appeared on the Rainbow Bridge.
A person on the left is dressed in white as snow.
There is a person on the right wearing purple clothes like a rainbow.
The two stood on the Rainbow Bridge, like flying immortals from the sky, who turned around and landed in the world.
Both of them wore silver masks on their faces, hiding their faces tightly.
Only one pair of eyes is exposed.
As soon as Lin Su's thousand-degree pupils fell, he felt something strange. The eyes of these two people were as lively as spring water and as flawless as the autumn moon. There was no panic or even the necessary caution.
This is somewhat abnormal.
"I am inexplicably trying to block Mr. Lin's way!" The man in white on the left spoke, his voice clear and clear, spreading throughout the city through the cultural wall.
"What does Mr. Mo want to do?" Lin Su said.
“The Way of Poetry!”
As soon as these words came out, the whole city was shocked.
The way of poetry finally appeared...
Lin Su challenged White Deer Academy, and the whole city was excited. The most exciting point was the way of poetry.
Among the literary arts, poetry is the most popular. A good poem is enough to set the world ablaze, and Lin Su's poetry can become popular all over the world with just a few words.
In fact, everyone in the world really wants to know whether Bailu Academy, known as the first academy of Da Cang Wen Dao, can suppress him.
Now it's finally here.
Zhang Haoran and Huo Qi looked at each other: "Inexplicably, is there such a person in White Deer Academy? Why have I never heard of him?"
Naturally, Huo Qi had never heard of it.
No one in the city has heard of it...
He said inexplicably: "The way of poetry is also the way of development. Every mountain is higher than the other. Therefore, I have opened a new brand of poetry and asked Mr. Lin for advice!"
Lin Su's eyes lit up slightly: "Master Mo, please!"
Since the birth of the Ci genre, apart from him, who has opened a bunch of new Ci cards, no other person has opened a new Ci card. Today, it finally appeared, and he was very interested.
The whole city was even more interested.
Opening Ci cards is what most people in the world who are at the highest level of Confucianism want to do most. This is what they need to break through their bottlenecks. Who doesn't pay attention to it? However, Ci cards are not as easy as imagined. They include many factors such as rhythm, rhyme, rhythm, poetry, etc.
It's useless to open the word card blindly if the temple doesn't recognize it.
Lin Su opened and played again and again, and he had a great time opening his Ci cards. Others watched helplessly, not to mention the feeling in his heart. He was convinced, because his Ci cards were all exquisite, but there was also an element of dissatisfaction.
Why do you succeed the first time you open it, while others try to open it in vain? Are you still the biological son of the temple?
Now, I finally see someone new opening a ci card. No matter who this new person is, it is better than watching your family named Lin eating alone...
Inexplicably, he stretched out his fingers and wrote in the void...
"On the first level of the sky, there was once a red painting without makeup. The small window was cold deep in the green gauze, and the condensed waves were full of color. The jade fingers were micro-fiber, and the curtains were vaguely thin..."
The three golden lights made his mask particularly blurry...
Lin Su's eyes lit up...
As soon as the first paragraph comes out, the fresh brushstrokes and lingering emotions come to life on the page, which is quite Li Qingzhao's style.
He was impressed, let alone others.
The whole city was shocked. He was treated almost the same as Lin Su when he wrote lyrics in the past.
This is only the first paragraph!
The second part is here...
"In the second heaven, the new fragrance on the mountain complains about the cold snow. In the wind and fog, the willow silk is silky, and the slanting shadow of the jade screen is soft and dark. I can't bear to say goodbye.
In the third heaven, peach blossoms are falling on new clothes, while drunkenly composing old poems on the spring river, the jade pot is clear, the pond is dreaming of clouds, and the thrush is low in the misty rain. In the fourth heaven, the mandarin ducks have not yet fallen asleep in the tents, the flowers and rivers hate to say goodbye and have passed through the years, and the ruler is reincarnated.
, fishes and dragons flew around, and I dreamed of reaching the south of the sky."
The golden light suddenly disappeared and turned into five colors!
Colorful lights filled the sky and earth, and everyone held their breath!
Colorful words!
Win the lottery with the newly opened word card!
Oh my God, there is also a young genius from White Deer Academy!
The four talented women in Xishan, no, now there is a green one, they are the five talented women. The five talented women looked at each other, and they all saw surprise and nervousness in each other's eyes...
Lin Su's challenge to White Deer Academy has exceeded their knowledge many times.
They thought that White Deer Academy would not be able to solve arithmetic problems, but they failed at the first level.
They think that White Deer Academy’s poetry skills are definitely not as good as their husband-in-law... Oh, no, the husband-in-law in green, but now this young man named inexplicable has opened a new word card, and he has won the lottery before finishing the poem.
Lin Su is almost on par!
A legendary genius emerges from nowhere and faces off against the legendary Lin Da, who is already famous all over the world. What kind of literary legend will he interpret?
The whole city instantly reached a climax...
The inexplicable words are not finished yet, the next five paragraphs are finished in one stroke...
"In the fifth heaven, my heart is full of obsessions in my dreams. My clothes are wet with rain in the night in Wushan. Outside the golden window, in the mist. In the depths of the dawn cold, I dare not ask about my return date. In the sixth heaven, it is already cool in autumn. I am afraid of the full moon. The spring breeze does not cross Lao Shaoguan. The incense burner
The paper is thin, the tea in the red pot is cold, and it is hard to beat the coldness of the fifth night. The seventh heaven, at night, I send a voice to tell my farewell, the rising moon of Nanjiang covers the east bed, three thousand miles away, thousands of lovesickness, with the moon, the West Fang. The eighth heaven, the third autumn tea
In the smoke at midnight, my beloved returns home hand in hand with others. The mountains are far away. I can see my clothes flying in the distance. I am so drunk that my eyebrows are thrushed. In the ninth heaven, life is like a boat sailing on water. It is a deep sleep in the spring. The years are easy to pass. It is rare to see even an inch of grass. I sigh for the old days.
Allow."
The last word is written, and the colorful light fills the world!
The whole city was in an uproar!
"New Ci brand, colorful Ci chapter!" Zhang Haoran said: "Apart from him, another poetry genius in Da Cang has been officially born!"
His voice was so excited.
Even if this person is Lin Su's opponent at the moment, it doesn't seem to be important in front of Wen Dao's true love. The important thing is that another star rises in the sky!
Huo Qiye said: "In the past thousand years, there have been less than three hundred people who have written colorful poems, right? We have witnessed history today."
Beside Zhang Juzheng, Qu Wendong's eyes flashed: "Brother Juzheng, inexplicable... is this name true or false?"
Zhang Juzheng turned slightly sideways: "You care whether he is real or not, but I care whether he is from White Deer Academy or not!"
Qu Wendong suddenly turned sideways and stared at Zhang Juzheng, with a horrified expression on his face...
On the Rainbow Bridge, Lin Su slowly raised his gaze, and there was light in his eyes: "Good words! What kind of word is Mr. Mo's word?"
"The name of the word brand is "Nine Heavens"! It was created by me!" He said inexplicably: "Master Lin, you might as well surpass it!"
As soon as his voice fell, the nine paragraphs of poems changed unpredictably in the air, and suddenly they were layered one on top of another, forming nine steps at his feet. In an instant, he was high up, straight up to the sky, and Lin Su became a little ant under his feet.
Lin Su raised his head high and said: "What a great song for "Nine Heavens", I will answer your song with "Nine Zhangji"!"
Pick up the pen and write in the void...
"A machine is used to pick mulberry trees and try out spring clothes on the street. The wind is sunny and the sun is warm and languid. On the peach blossom branches, the orioles are singing, refusing to let people go home.
There are two machines, and pedestrians are hesitant to immediately take action. They can’t bear to pay lightly. They look back and smile, returning among the flowers, for fear of being known by the flowers. There are three machines, and there is a playing flower in the center. It is red, tender and green, and the spring is bright. Jun
It must be folded early, a branch is rich and beautiful, don't wait for Fangfei. With four machines, the mandarin ducks want to fly together. Poor old man is graying out before he is old. Spring waves are green and green, deep in the cold dawn, each other is bathed in red. Five machines, the love is close to each other.
Qiaoxin period. On the branches of the acacia tree, under the double-headed flower, at the two concentric places, a pair of transformed children. Six looms, woven horizontally with Lin Lang's poem. No one understands the central sentence. No words of sorrow and hatred, no words of haggard.
, just to express my love. With seven machines, everything is playing with flowers. There are two butterflies among the flowers. I stopped for a while, watching alone in the shadow of the window for a long time. With eight machines, the mandarin ducks weaved and hesitated. Only
Afraid of being cut lightly. Split into two places. After a separation and hatred, there is no plan to follow each other again. Nine machines, double flowers, double leaves and double branches. Thin love has been separated since ancient times. From the beginning to the end, the heart is tied, through a
Silk."
As soon as the pen was written down, the colorful rays of light appeared, and the layers under Lin Su's feet also formed nine steps. In the blink of an eye, they went up through the air and stood at the same height again inexplicably.
Everyone in the city went crazy...
The inexplicable poem "Nine Heavens" is a newly opened poem. The number of words in the poem is unprecedented, reaching an insane 270 words, which is longer than Lin Su's longest poem in the past, "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night". Moreover, the words are colorful and every word is precious.
Such words are difficult to achieve in a lifetime.
And Lin Su, in the blink of an eye, a song "Nine Zhang Ji" came out. The same words were pearls, the same colorful words, the same 270 words, and the format was exactly the same as "Nine Heavens".
What kind of talent is this?
In the Hanlin Academy, an old Hanlin sighed: "No matter who wins or loses in this battle, they have already bloomed their most beautiful flower of literature!"
"Yes, yes, a competition, two long colorful poems, where in the world can they be seen? There are also good stories about literature and morality! There are great stories about literature and morality!"
An old man who was looking at the literary wall from a distance slowly turned back: "Now do you believe that not allowing him to be granted the title of bachelor of the Hanlin Academy is the biggest mistake the Hanlin Academy has ever made?"
He, Chen Geng, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, had been out of isolation for a month, and his complexion looked even more haggard than when he left isolation.
…
Outside the Rainbow Bridge, the city was filled with madness.
On the Rainbow Bridge, the two faced each other, but they remained as calm as ever...
Inexplicably, he said lightly: "Master Lin is indeed an amazing talent. In just a short time, he wrote a song called "Nine Zhang Ji" according to the rules of "Nine Heavens". If you and I were drinking tea and chatting at this moment, it would be extremely comfortable. However,
You and I are having a debate right now!"
"yes!"
"Then the question is, two poems, the same meter, the same grade, you and I are arguing, who is superior and who is inferior?"
The whole city was shocked at the same time...
Zhang Haoran's heart suddenly sank...
The hearts of the five girls in Xishan also sank to the bottom at the same time...
Just now, everyone was obsessed with the exquisiteness of the words, and was fascinated by the charm of literature. They all ignored one problem, that is, they were debating!
Lin Su challenges White Deer Academy. If he succeeds, it will create a new situation, and his situation in the capital will be opened up. If he fails, the consequences will be extremely serious. His literary name will suffer a heavy setback, and he will have to wear a hat.
The label of overestimating one's abilities has become a joke in the world, and he will have no place in the capital.
In terms of the argument alone, he lost!
Why?
Because "Nine Zhangji" is imitated from "Nine Heavens".
Inexplicable created a new Ci Pai, and he just co-wrote one song in this new Ci Pai. In terms of literary contribution, he is obviously not as good as Mo Mi.
Lin Su smiled: "A debate? No! It was not a debate just now."
"Isn't it a polemic?" He smiled inexplicably and contemptuously: "Maybe Mr. Lin is accustomed to the role of the winner in poetry, and whenever he encounters a situation where he doesn't win, he plans to cheat?"
As soon as these words came out, they were extremely lethal, and everyone in the city felt the same way...
Literary people value their literary reputation, and cheating when they lose is a disgrace to anyone.
Lin Sudao: "I just used "Jiu Zhangji" to tell you that your "Nine Heavens" still has slight flaws and there is room for improvement."
The hearts of people all over the city were beating...
Do you want to be so cruel?
When facing the founder of Cipai, just say that his Cipai is not good!
What is your method of doing this called?
Dig up people’s ancestral graves!
Even the five girls in Xishan suddenly felt that their own... Oh, no, the husband of the Luyi family had gone too far. Is it easy for someone to open a word card? You do this...
Inexplicably, the fire in my heart rose to the sky. If it was just a literary game just now, now it has risen to a life and death battle. The Cipai Temple I founded has all recognized it, but you don’t recognize it! Damn it! That’s not the case.
That's not what people do...
"The creation of Ci Pai has its own rules. It doesn't matter what the name is. What's important is that your poems need to be in the same line. It's really reluctant for you to force the first, second, and ninth heavens into the whole poem...
…”
My heart suddenly shook for no reason...
Forced integration!
yes!
This is the biggest flaw of this poem. Not many people can see this flaw, but the people in front of me can.
And he corrected it too!
His "Nine Zhang Ji" is a revision of "Nine Heavens".
One loom, two looms, and finally nine looms, they look no different from Jiuchongtian, but in fact they are very different. The nine looms he mentioned are "looms", and the weavers he mentioned in his poems are also the same.
.
As for myself, what are the first to ninth heavens? It is a very illusory concept and has no direct correlation with the meaning of the words to be expressed...
His back was sweating, but in front of so many people, how could he admit defeat?
Inexplicably, he took a deep breath: "Young Master Lin needs to know that literature is like the ocean. Only by embracing everything is the right path. How can there be absolute right or wrong? Mr. Lin is a self-centered person in literature and leaves no room for things. He is not afraid of strong winds and waves that will sweep you up in the waves.
It’s hard to save even an inch of bones?”
As soon as these words came out, all the high-ranking officials in the city almost applauded.
Inexplicably speaking out their common thoughts.
Lin Su looked up to the sky and smiled: "No matter how heavy the waves are, I am just walking in the pavilion! A new poem "Ding Feng Bo" is given to you!"
His hand suddenly rose, and the Weiyang pen appeared in his palm...
Written in emptiness...
"Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. The bamboo stick and mango shoes are lighter than the horse, who is afraid? You can live your whole life in the misty rain.
The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, and it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back to the desolate place, when I return, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine. "
Stop writing!
Green light rises, and green lotuses fall from the sky. The green lotuses are like rain and mist, and there is a misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River below.
Lin Su stood in the mist and rain, letting the wind and rain blow, his hair flying, facing millions of people, and wrote his strongest answer to the stormy sea with words: Who is afraid? You can live your whole life in the mist and rain!
An earth-shattering shout rang out from an alleyway in the city: "Legendary words passed down from generation to generation!"
The whole city exploded...
Another legendary poem is born!
Moreover, as soon as the writing of this poem stopped, Qinglian appeared. Obviously, for the judges of the temple, this poem did not need to be considered at all. As long as it was born, it was Qingci!
Just because of the open-mindedness of the words, just because of the strangeness of the words, just because of the unparalleled simplicity of this poem!