(I will get this book back tomorrow, please subscribe, ask for a monthly ticket, and pray that I will not be exchanged for a prince by a civet cat. Although the notebook is second-hand, it has never been repaired. It is all original. I am a little scared of some of the advanced methods of the masters of the Computer City, especially
It’s the 3g Kingston memory stick of this notebook...)
From the time Chen Jianchen started writing poems on the wall to the time he finished the poem and put it on the ground, the whole process did not take much time. In a short period of time, a total of three hundred poems were left on the walls around the hall and on the windows.
"Song of Righteousness" written by Chinese characters. The snakes are frightened into the grass, the dragons and snakes are flying, and they are just connected into one piece, and the writing and ink are not interrupted for a single moment.
Chen Jianchen's cursive writing is a bit sloppy, and because it is written on the wall, it is even more blurry and somewhat unclear. It does not look like a poem, but like a charm drawn by a Taoist monk.
This is quite surprising.
In fact, both Wu Yan and Huo Jun, as well as Nie Xiaoqian, found it very strange: from a purely scholarly perspective, it is understandable for a scholar to compose poems when faced with a crisis. Some people with integrity
Even if a scholar is facing a butcher's knife or facing death, he will laugh a few times, and then compose a poem on the spot with great righteousness to show that he is not afraid of power and evil.
Then, of course, there were thunderous applause and bursts of tears from the audience.
This principle is similar to that of a reckless hero shouting "I will be a good man again in fifteen years" before he dies. But of course scholars will not shout such a simple slogan-like statement.
Why express one's ambitions only by writing poems?
Chen Jianchen did not laugh when he wrote the poem, but was in a very strange state. It was so strange that Nie Xiaoqian and the others could not capture the true meaning of his behavior.
It's really hard to understand.
I remember that a long time ago, my master taught me earnestly: Everything in this world will have an answer, so what is the answer to Chen Jianchen's elegance and elegance in writing such a long poem on the wall?
Nie Xiaoqian wanted to go up and ask for details, but when she saw Chen Jianchen's pale face, she held back: at least, now is not the time to ask these questions.
Reading is exhausting, and writing poetry is equally exhausting, not to mention that Chen Jianchen is just a scholar?
Nie Xiaoqian felt as if she had been pricked by a needle, and a kind of bitter pain surged up - in fact, in the whole incident, she had nothing to do with Chen Jianchen, but such a young man was willing to risk his future to come to help.
Throughout the entire process, she did not make any bold words or swear by blood, but just low-key actions.
Undoubtedly, in Nie Xiaoqian's mind, Chen Jianchen is a low-key person. When he was in Jiangzhou Zhuangyuan Building, he was driven away by Wu Wencai through tricks. Even if he knew the truth afterwards, he didn't have much emotional reaction. It can even be said that Yun
The breeze is too light.
The young man is full of blood. If he is not a nerd who reads stupid books, he should have pride in his heart. But it is difficult to see this in Chen Jianchen. Many times, his performance is too old and he does not look like a seventeen or eight-year-old boy at all.
.This is also an aspect that Nie Xiaoqian is tempted by.
Nie Xiaoqian has practiced martial arts since she was a child. She has an active and lively temperament and is unwilling to follow the rules. She is unwilling to obey the four virtues. She is full of longing and expectations for her future. And the expectations for men are almost always those of women in this era.
Her ultimate wish is that she likes heroes, so she has always wanted to find a hero as her lifelong partner.
What is a hero?
Those who hoe the strong, support the weak, and uphold justice are heroes; those who are upright and turn the tide of the fallen are also heroes...
——Nie Xiaoqian’s idea is actually very immature. To put it more seriously, it’s just a girl’s unrealistic fantasy, with a lot of childish coloring.
Originally in Jiangzhou, if nothing unexpected happened, Nie Xiaoqian was ready to get to know Chen Jianchen well, or maybe she could stage a story like her dream in Jiangzhou.
It's just a pity that life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten.
Nie Xiaoqian's understanding of Chen Jianchen was only based on simple observations of words and deeds. Until now,
However, the more contact she had with him, the more confused Nie Xiaoqian felt: Was it Chen Jianchen's intention to cover it up? Or was it because he didn't understand enough...
She couldn't be sure in her heart.
Hiss hiss
Suddenly, there was a terrible noise outside. I don't know how to describe it. When people hear it, they can't help but get goosebumps all over their bodies.
Following the sound and looking out the window on the right, I could see traces of dark red stuff through the gaps, which looked very smooth and moved and swam, as if it was trying to swim in through the window.
Everyone's hearts tightened. Although they didn't understand what it was, as long as the other party rushed in, this place would no longer be safe, and a life-and-death fight was inevitable.
At this moment, a poem that Chen Jianchen had just written on the windowsill suddenly emitted a dense white light from several large characters. It was visible to the naked eye, as if thousands of tiny needles were pricking fiercely towards that piece of paper.
Dark red pricked through.
In the dim environment, with the bright light coming into view, everyone can see that the poem consists of five words: "Ghosts and gods cry heroic..."
ah
After being attacked by millions of rays of light, a misty howl came from the window, like a jackal that had been injured by a human being, full of bone-deep hatred: "righteousness..." After leaving two words, the dark red
It actually disappeared.
Nie Xiaoqian and others could clearly see the light emitted by the word ink ji just now. They could see it clearly, but they didn't understand it. They didn't understand what this piece of light was and what its specific function was. But the light was repulsed.
That dark red is an indisputable fact. The light comes from the pen and ink on the window sill, and the pen and ink comes from Chen Jianchen's hand——
This is an indisputable fact.
Is this the magic mastered by Chen Jianchen?
At that moment, the look in Chen Jianchen's eyes suddenly became a little complicated.
boom
The door in front of the hall was pushed hard by someone. Just when everyone was heartbroken again, they opened their eyes and recognized the person who was Yan Chixia, so they breathed a sigh of relief.
Yan Chixia stepped in, but his eyes did not stay on the others. He directly saw the words on the wall. He glanced at them and immediately praised: "Good words."
He was in quite a mess, and his face and clothes were splashed with bits and pieces of green after the battle, as if they were stained by tree sap.
"The righteousness in Liuxian's writing is like the rising sun in the east, and the strength is gradually rising, which shows that there is great progress."
Yan Chixia ignored the others and walked straight to Chen Jianchen, glanced at Ying Ning, his eyes suddenly shrank, and the sword on his back made a buzzing sound, and Wuzhu automatically screamed and shook excitedly.
There is no doubt that the Shushan swordsman knew the identity of the little fox as soon as he met him.
Chen Jianchen was startled and said hurriedly: "Brother Yan, she is my book girl, her name is Ying Ning."
"Um?"
Yan Chixia frowned, obviously a little unreasonable. He looked at Ying Ning and then at Chen Jianchen. The aura that had just risen in his body slowly subsided and said, "Liu Xian, follow me out."
After a pause, he said to Nie Xiaoqian and others: "It's already dawn. You'd better leave Lanruo Temple as soon as possible. Go as far as you want and don't look back. This matter has just begun..."
Outside the hall, the torrential wind and rain stopped at some point, and the white fish belly appeared in the east. This long night of wind and rain has finally become a thing of the past.
As soon as he sang Xiongji, the whole world became white and the sky dawned.