Chapter 63 Poetry is born, Yancheng paper is expensive
"Please tell me in detail so that I can analyze it."
After listening to the words of the two siblings, I finally understood the situation roughly.
The rumors outside are nothing more than rumors that Jiang Hu used his master's poems to gain fame outside, and the rumors that he abducted the eldest daughter of the high family are even more nonsense. They also say that the young man has a crooked mouth, slanted eyes, and is ugly. They are all rumors. What else?
If you don’t mention it, it’s all fake.
There seems to be an invisible hand controlling the rumors behind the scenes.
But what should Jiang Hu fear from these market rumors?
This world is originally a world where the jungle prevails. As long as you are strong enough, you can call bad things good. Unfortunately, your cultivation level is low now and your Force power is shallow.
Therefore, I still have to stand up and refute the rumors now.
Moreover, Gao Lan'er next to her is a young lady, and her reputation cannot be tarnished.
"I have a few poems here. You can help me promote them outside."
After hearing this, the two siblings' eyes lit up and they said in unison: "Okay!"
Young people always like to brag, and besides, it is an elegant and advanced thing like promoting poetry, so naturally they are very happy and look forward to it, just like someone likes to talk about how rich and awesome his cousin is, and the situation
It's almost the same.
The two siblings have long regarded Jiang Hu as one of their own, and helping him is like helping themselves.
This is probably the youthful spirit.
Several people were sitting upright, quietly waiting for the young master's poems. Gao Lan'er was also infected by the atmosphere between the two of them, and waited motionless for the young master's poems.
The air suddenly became quiet, and the subtle breathing of several people could be heard.
Jiang Hu thought about what good poems and lyrics he could borrow from his previous life. He quickly searched for a few poems and slowly spoke out the poems.
"Stand firmly on the green mountains and never let go. The roots are still in the broken rocks. They have been strong despite being struck hard by the winds from east to west, north and south."
this poem,
It is a seven-character quatrain created by Zheng Xie, a Chinese painter from the Qing Dynasty. The poem uses objects to describe people. By praising the strong bamboo standing in the broken rock, the author expresses his noble thoughts and sentiments that he will never follow the crowd.
You can borrow this poem to show that you will stand firm and are not afraid of rumors, slander or slander.
The three friends next to him were all shocked.
The young man frowned like this, and then opened his mouth, it was like a divine intervention! Several people have finally seen what it means to be a great talent who has experienced the world, and what it means to be a great scholar with a mind of literature and ink. This is a real literary talent, and his poetic talent is simply
Ridiculously strong.
"This is the first song. You can pass on the following song. I wrote it to clear up Gao Laner's name."
A few people nodded like chickens pecking at rice,
Now Jiang Hu is free to say whatever he says, and they feel honored that Jiang Hu has taken the lead, and will not hesitate to die even if they can be so cruel.
Gao Lan'er was slightly shocked when he heard this. Although he was implicated, it was not Jiang Hu's fault, but he wrote poems for himself. This was only seen in the legendary love stories of talented men and beautiful women. He actually had
What an honor to have a talented man write a poem for himself.
Isn't this... what I thought in my dream?
The girl was a little panicked. She had nowhere to put her hands, so she could only hold each other tightly. Her eyes were slightly bright, her face was slightly red, and her ears were raised and she was listening attentively.
"Thousands of hammers have carved out the deep mountains, and the fire has burned them as if nothing happened. I am not afraid of my bones being shattered and my body being shattered. I want to leave my innocence in the world."
This poem,
It was written by Yu Qian in the Ming Dynasty. It used the tempering process of chanting lime to express the author's valuable spirit of not avoiding all kinds of dangers, having the courage to self-sacrifice, not being afraid of being broken into pieces, and maintaining a loyal and innocent character.
I borrow this poem to express that Gao Laner is as pure and white as lime, not afraid of being shattered into pieces, not afraid of being hammered into pieces, loyal and innocent, valuable and respectable.
The two brothers and sisters were shocked beyond measure. Poetry was highly valued in Huochao culture. The will expressed in these two poems was enough to respond to those with evil intentions and severely attack those people who spread rumors.
The hearts of the three of them were filled with uproar, and they expressed deep admiration for the young man.
Lingkong closed his eyes and immersed himself in the world of poetry, and slowly said: "I will not let go of the green mountains, and my roots are still in the broken rocks. I am still strong despite being beaten by the east, west, north, and south." Suddenly he opened his eyes, excited.
Praise: "Jiang Hu, you are truly a talented person. You can come up with such good words, enough to shut up those young people."
"And this one..." Lingxue also spoke slowly: "Thousands of hammers and thousands of hammers have carved out the deep mountains, and the fire has burned them as if it were nothing. I am not afraid of my bones being broken into pieces, I want to leave my innocence in the world." After reciting,
Praising again and again: "Sanlang, you are so talented! I...I want one too..."
The girl's last words were inaudible. Jiang Hu and Ling Kong could not hear them at all. Only Gao Lan'er who was close to her heard them. Gao Lan'er quickly changed the topic and said with a smile: "Will we have any great talents in the future?"
Very busy."
.......
that's all,
The two poems appeared out of nowhere in the imperial capital, resounding like thunder and fire.
These two poems shocked everyone and completely confused the literary talents.
In the streets and alleys, in teahouses and restaurants, these two poems written by Jiang Hu were all sung. The whole fire was boiling, including the Imperial Palace, Huochao Wenzong, and Huochao Wuzong were also shocked by these two poems.
For a time, paper was expensive in the imperial capital, and there was no paper in Yancheng.
The talented literati rushed to sing the two poems first, which was like a Renaissance.
Wuzong.
In the training ground, Jiang Hu's two poems were circulated in every corner, and the sound of chanting was endless.
The young man's ambition is catchy, and the disciples of Wu Zong are in high spirits. While reciting Jiang Hu's poems, they dance with guns and sticks, and they seem to be more energetic in their practice.
As soon as the song "Youth's Ambition" came out, Wu Zong was shocked by the majestic power of the youth's diction. It was quickly sung by Wu Zong's disciples. Even Tang Shiwen, the leader of Wuzong himself, was also greatly shocked by the song "Youth's Ambition".
, and even praised him greatly in front of his disciples.
The people of the Wuzong attach great importance to cultivation, and the ambition of the young man is the same as the purpose of the Wuzong, which is to encourage the world to work hard.
The two newly published poems can also be used to inspire others to practice spiritual practice, and they are also very well written.
The Wuzong was already in a state of excitement. Many young disciples were silently reciting the poems written by Jiang Hu while exercising, forming a unique scenery in the training ground.
Wuzong Hall.
Several people were discussing.
Talking about the recent efforts of young people in Wuzong, laughter continued.
Tang Shiwen, the leader of Wuzong and the general of Zhenguo, took these two poems by Jiang Hu and read them over and over again with a very serious and dignified expression.
"In the past, our sect only thought that poetry was useless, but these poems written by the eldest princess's disciples are enough to change people's views on poetry in martial arts. These things he wrote really speak to the innermost feelings of us martial arts people.
In the future, the fire tide will definitely make martial arts prosperous, hahaha..."
"What dad said is absolutely true. There is also that young man's ambition. It is really a shocking work. When a child listens to its poetry, it is better than ten years of reading poetry and books. It is a hundred times better than those elegant Wen Zong's poetry. The day he first listened to it, he
I was so excited that I couldn't sleep for three days and three nights. I worked hard every day and worked hard. Many brothers in the family worked harder than usual. They often practiced selflessly and forgot about food and sleep. Wu Zong will surely have a prosperous martial arts in the future, and the fire will last forever.
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A young man strongly agreed with his father's opinion. He was the young master of the Wuzong, Tang Youwen, a talented young man in the hot trend and a genius in the imperial capital.
Now there are rumors outside about the eldest princess's disciple Jiang Hu saying all kinds of evil things. He already admired the eldest princess, so naturally he didn't believe the rumors outside. He believed in Lingzhu's vision.
Now two poems have come out, enough to tear those rumors to pieces, enough to give those young people a loud slap in the face.
Wen Zong,
At this time, Wenzong was also greatly shocked by these two poems.
Especially Gao Feng, I couldn't believe that this was Jiang Hu's doing, but who could it be if it wasn't him? It is estimated that most of the literary talents who were originally popular would fall to Jiang Hu, but I didn't expect that he is really a great talent with world-wide knowledge.
The Juxian Pavilion was also in trouble. While many people spoke out to refute Jiang Hu's rumors, a great scholar, Li Moyan, stood up from the Juxian Pavilion and quarreled with Zhang Ting to rectify Jiang Hu's name.
Li Moyan's prestige is no worse than Zhang Ting's, and he is an upright person. His literary spirit is as majestic as the sea, and his runic power is unfathomable, enough to intimidate all the young people present.
The Juxian Hall immediately split into two parties. The voices of one party supported Jiang Hu and believed that what he said was right and justified his words. The voices of the other party denied Jiang Hu and believed that the young Jiang Hu was just a robber who took advantage of his elders.
The princess's poems deceived everyone.
Of course, there were still many voices in the Juxian Hall criticizing Jiang Hu.
Jiang Hu's poems made the whole fire boil again.
The common people who were watching the excitement did not think it was a big deal. Some said good things about this person, and some said bad things about him.
Anyway, you can say it’s lively.
In the flower shop, the lights are bright and bustling.
There is a mixture of fish and dragons here, and the three religions and nine streams gather here. The most favorite place for literati is to recite poems and lyrics and look for flowers and willows.
The flower shop's business has now picked up, and it is no longer as bleak as it was when Boy's Ambition first came out. Some people who were brainwashed by Boy's Ambition will never come back, but if the old people don't come, new people will naturally take their place.
Inside the Xiaoxiang Pavilion,
The place was bustling with people, and the sound of singing and dancing could be heard endlessly. But for some reason, countless distinguished guests came to the door, but Zhao Yingying, the oiran, closed the door and did not see any guests.
"No, Holy Aunt, just stay here. You can't sing and dance for these filths."
Miao Xiaoli had already put on a white dress. She was as beautiful as a flower and as delicate as the sun, with bright eyes and white teeth as beautiful as a picture scroll, and her ice-cold muscles and jade bones were incomparable. But this extremely beautiful girl had no sense of shame and disregarded her image. She hugged Zhao Yingying's thigh, no matter what
Let him go out to pick up guests.
"Of course they are filth. If they were not filthy, they would not come here. Just let them go. I will come as soon as I can."
Zhao Yingying had a headache, why was this little girl acting like a mangy dog, relying on her not to let go.
"No, they don't deserve it."
"Then what kind of match is suitable?"
Zhao Yingying smiled: "That Jiang Hu Sanlang who couldn't be stabbed to death by your sword? Hehe, he wouldn't come to a place like this." In her heart, the great talent Jiang Hu is a man of excellent character.
A proud man, of course he would not come to a place like this.
If he comes, he will definitely receive him personally to see if he is unwilling. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.
The young man's poem not only surprised me, but also the little girl said that she would not be willing to kill him next time.
"Tch, next time I'll poke a hundred transparent holes in him and see how he survives." The girl pursed her lips and said she didn't care. What's wrong with knowing how to read poetry? It's indeed a pity to kill her, but she will show no mercy when it's time to strike...
..
"Didn't you say you were reluctant to kill him? Why did you stab him with a hundred swords again?"
"You're actually making fun of me. Anyway, I'm... not afraid of being shattered into pieces, and I'm not afraid of letting go of your thighs."
"Pfft, cluck..."
After hearing this, the woman laughed. This little girl must have learned too quickly. She is still learning and selling it now. She is not afraid of being shattered into pieces. She is not afraid of hugging your thighs and not relaxing. It's a shame she can think of it.
This time the girl came down the mountain to practice, but it was a pity that she messed up the first task. Fortunately, she was a saint of the Holy Spirit, so she would not be punished.
If it's someone else who fails the mission, he or she will shed his skin even if he doesn't die.
He touched the girl's hair lovingly. I wonder how the young lady is doing now. She ran away from home in anger because the Holy Lord usurped the throne. When she was brought back, she was pregnant with Miao Xiaoli. In the end, she didn't expect that the Holy Lord would be happy.
As a father, he tolerated the young lady giving birth to a girl, and even allowed the girl to become a saint.
All these are enough to prove the Holy Lord's sincerity towards the young lady.
Unfortunately,
The young lady swore to die to disobey the Holy Lord and is still being imprisoned on the Holy Spirit Mountain.
Perhaps when the Holy Spirit Mountain unifies the original realm, the young lady can regain her freedom.
"How is the Holy Mother lately?" Thinking of the lady, Zhao Yingying felt a little sad. She wondered how the lady was doing at Holy Spirit Mountain.
"My mother is doing very well, but she is often in a daze. I don't know what she is thinking..."