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It was almost dusk, the sun was setting in the west, and the sky was filled with red clouds, making it very solemn and solemn.
"The evening mood is full of smoke, Xiao Xiaodeng is steep; the sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk..."
Wu Wencai's reciting voice came out in such an environment, and it perfectly matched the current artistic conception. Everyone listened, and there were inexplicable feelings flowing in their hearts——
What a poem!
Especially the conclusion, although it is simple and simple and seems to come out casually, it expresses a philosophy of life that can resonate with everyone.
Several gentlemen from Minghua Academy showed expressions of surprise and looked at each other. They never expected that Chen Jianchen could write such a classic poem of five unique features.
They chewed these four lines of poetry involuntarily in their mouths, and the more they thought about it, the less simple it became. The faint sighs and sorrows in them seemed to be the thoughts of those who have experienced vicissitudes of life, and were not like what a young scholar of only seventeen years old could write.
Got it.
It's just that the facts are in front of them, and they can't help but not believe it.
In this case, it can only be explained by "accidentally obtained by clever hands".
“What a poem!”
But Nie Xiaoqian was the first to applaud, and immediately there was a wave of applause.
Such an enthusiastic reaction made Wu Wencai seem helpless and a little embarrassed, but he was filled with hatred: he never expected that he would set a stumbling block for the other party and not trip up Chen Jianchen, but would instead make him famous.
In the Tiantong Dynasty, the literary style was at its peak. The classics and meanings of the time were one thing, while the poems and songs were another. Often a good poem could be spread all over the country at a very fast speed and become known all over the world. But some were not good.
In order to have a good future, poets of classics will also painstakingly write poems and give them to the powerful to read in order to be appreciated. Those who have no access will even sing loudly while riding a boat or at other appropriate times.
If you read your own works aloud and are heard by "Bole", you will also get the opportunity to be recommended.
Now that Chen Jianchen has created this five unique songs, I believe it will not take long for it to spread throughout the world and be talked about by people. Now, he has naturally become a "celebrity" and is surrounded by a group of female students from Qingxue College, asking him to continue
Write some good poems.
When Wang Fu saw it over there, he wanted to "replace him", but he was more self-aware, so he thought: Liu Xian has a deep friendship with him, Liu Xian is talented and has a bright future, so wouldn't he be able to ascend to heaven...
The outing between the two colleges ended in a bustle, and everyone took the carriage down the mountain and took the carriage back to Jiangzhou.
However, Chen Jianchen still chose to walk. Before he left, he glanced back and saw Mr. Huang clearing the chairs and tables. A thought flashed through his mind, but he stopped and walked down the mountain.
At this time, on the top of Beacon Mountain, all the tourists dispersed.
The sun gradually sets in the west, and the sky becomes darker little by little.
In the tea shop, Huang Laoer suddenly stood up, his body straightened suddenly, and he no longer looked slightly hunched in front of everyone. He walked with his hands behind his back and walked to the pillar to read the poem left by Chen Jianchen.
Buzz!
A strange change occurred. On the ink of the article, the last word: "Ti" suddenly glowed with light.
The light was like numbness, suddenly forming two rays, shooting towards Huang Laoer's eyes respectively like acupuncture.
Huh!
Huang Lao'er let out an exclamation, his eyelids quickly drooped, and he closed his eyes.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Two rays of white light hit his dry-looking eyelids. They were like hitting a stone, with a loud sound, and were instantly knocked away, leaving no trace behind.
"Righteous?"
Huang Laoer suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils shot out. How could he look like an old man in the sunset? His expression was ferocious, as if he wanted to eat people.
"Is he the scholar who has condensed his righteousness as mentioned by the God of Stone Mountain?"
Huang Lao'er muttered to himself, his face quickly returned to normal, and after pondering for a long time, he slowly walked back to the tea shop and sat down at a table.
There was a pot of tea on the table, which was filled with steam. There was a teacup in front of Mr. Huang, and there was also a teacup opposite him, which was empty.
This scene seemed like he was waiting for a guest to arrive.
The setting sun finally fell completely, and the night swept over, scattering a few stars and a bright moon.
"You came."
Huang Laoer suddenly spoke.
"I am coming."
Someone answered on the other side, but no one could be seen.
call!
At this time, the teapot on the table suddenly moved out of thin air, as if a hand was holding it in the void. He first poured a cup of tea into the teacup in front of Huang Laoer, then turned back and poured tea into the teacup on the other side.
"I gotta go……"
Huang Laoer picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Are you serious?"
The human voice in the void was ethereal and lively, and seemed to have no emotion at all.
"Well, today, I met the scholar you mentioned. He wrote a poem on a pillar, and one of the words contained righteousness."
"But you weren't hurt."
"It's just close."
There was silence for a while, then the voice asked faintly again: "Where are you going?"
Huang Laoer's eyes wandered and he said: "I heard that there is an abandoned temple over there in Zhezhou. It is quite large. I can take my body there and settle down."
"Is that so... Hey, it seems it will be difficult for us to get together for tea again in the future."
Huang Laoer said: "You are a mountain god and you are not allowed to leave your position without authorization. However, after I have mastered the Dharma form, I can come and see you at will."
"Haha, the body of the Dharma is easy to say, but it is difficult. Although you have been practicing for nearly a thousand years, it is still difficult."
Huang Laoer hummed and said: "There will always be a day when we can achieve it."
"I hope that day can come sooner."
Huang Lao'er changed the topic: "After suffering such a big loss, your company will really stop dealing with that scholar? This is not like Wang Chenghuang's style."
"What can we do? He won't have a hard time if trouble comes. Besides, Guanghan's bull nose has come forward. His cultivation is unfathomable, and he is an elder of Laoshan. This reputation cannot be ignored."
Huang Laoer's eyes flashed: "That scholar actually has a relationship with Guang Han?"
"I don't know. It is said that Guang Han wanted to recruit scholars as his disciples, but I don't know why he failed to do so. But no matter what, the good karma is there, and it is not easy for the City God to be a bad person."
Huang Laoer smiled brightly and said leisurely: "It doesn't matter, I'm leaving anyway, but I'm too lazy to take care of this matter."
The voice suddenly said: "Actually, it's a good choice for you to leave. Today, I saw a Shushan swordsman floating on the Jianjiang River. If you are here, he will find you sooner or later."
"Swordsmen from Shushan? Are some of them even born? This world is really going to be in chaos."
"Whether it's troubled times or prosperous times, it's the same to you and me... Well, by the way, what's the name of the Zhezhou temple you're going to? If I have a chance someday, I can go there and visit."