The Great Escape of Martial Arts

Chapter 165

The two chatted and laughed for a while, then turned around and saw that the fisherman was still sitting upright on the bow of the boat, his fishing rod and line were still motionless.

Huang Rong said in a low voice:
"It's a good man to be patient."

A gust of wind blew, and the waves hit the bow of the boat, Huang Rong smiled sweetly:
"Fifth brother, let me sing you a song!"

Row the oars and sing:
"Let the boat go thousands of miles to Lingbo, and take a little care of Wushan. Yuntunshuifu, the waves follow the goddess, and Jiujiang flows eastward. The north guest is light, the heart is biased, and the years are coming to an end. I miss the old hermit of Yihao, the nest is from the old friend, and the dream of Nanke , as promised!"

After singing, the voice gradually turned sad.

This is a poem "Shuilong Yin", which expresses the feelings of boating on the water. She sang the first half of the song and took a break.

Wu Zhai thought to himself:

"This style is probably Huang Laoxie's favorite tone..."

Suddenly there was a desolate singing sound from the lake, the tune was exactly the same as that sung by Huang Rong, it was the second half of the song "Shuilong Yin":
"Looking back, the demon atmosphere has not been swept away, and ask where are the heroes in the world? The plot to restore the country is pitiful and useless, and the dust is white. The iron locks the Hengjiang, the brocade sails surf, and Sun Lang is suffering. But worrying about knocking on the osmanthus, lamenting about Liang's father, tears Flow like rain."

Looking from a distance, it is the fisherman who is singing.

The singing is passionate and full of spirit.

Huang Rong listened to the singing, but was in a daze, and suddenly said:
"This is the song my father usually sings. I didn't expect a fisherman on the lake to sing it. Let's take a look."

The two paddled over, only to see that the fisherman had also collected his fishing rod and rowed the boat.

When the two boats were several feet apart, the fisherman said:

"It's nice to meet good guests on the lake, how about having a drink together?"

Huang Rong was secretly amazed when she heard him talk about Fengya and replied:

"I'm afraid of disturbing the elders."

The fisherman said with a smile:
"It's rare for a guest to meet, but to meet by chance on the great lake is more satisfying, please come here soon."

After counting the oars, the two ships were approaching.

Wu Zhai tied the boat to the stern of the fishing boat, stepped onto the bow of the fishing boat, bowed to the fisherman, and the fisherman sat down and returned the salute, saying:
"Please sit down. My lower leg is sick and I can't stand up. Please forgive me."

Wu Zhai glanced at Huang Rong and said:

"You are Welcome."

The two sat down in the fishing boat, looked at the fisherman, saw that he was about forty years old, his face was thin, he seemed to be seriously ill, and he was very tall.

A boy in the stern was fanning the stove to cook wine.

Huang Rong said:

"This elder brother's surname is Zhang, and the junior's surname is Huang. On a whim, he sang in the lake uncontrollably, which would disturb the elder's elegant mood."

The fisherman said with a smile:
"I have to listen to the voiceless tone, and the dust in my chest disappears. My surname is Lu. Is this the first time for you two to visit Taihu Lake today?"

Wu Zhai said:
"Exactly."

The fisherman ordered the little boy to take out the dishes to accompany the wine and drink to persuade the guests.

Although the four dishes are not as good as Huang Rong's, the taste is also very good. The wine glasses and dishes are not all clean, as if they belonged to a wealthy family.

The three of them drank a few cups, and the fisherman said:

"The song "Shuilong Yin" sung by Ms. Shicai is full of emotion. It is really a wonderful song. It is really rare for a young girl to comprehend the deep meaning of the words at such a young age."

Huang Rong listened to his old-fashioned words, smiled slightly, and said:

"After the Song Dynasty went south, all the poets and poets felt the sorrow of their family and country."

The fisherman nodded in agreement.

Huang Rong said:
"Zhang Yuhu's "Six Continents Getou" said: "Hearing about the Central Plains, the old people often look south. Cui Bao Ni Jing. Make pedestrians here, full of anger and tears." It is exactly What does that mean?"

The fisherman clapped a few times and sang:
"When pedestrians come here, Zhong is filled with anger and tears."

Pour three glasses of wine in a row, and drink each cup dry.

When the two talked about poetry, they were very speculative. In fact, at Huang Rong's young age, what kind of sorrow did she have for her family and country?
As for the deep meaning in the words, it is even more difficult to understand, but I heard my father said it before, and now I am quoting it, the insights in the words are refined, quite elegant and noble, the fisherman kept hitting the table to praise.

After talking for a while, I saw that the dusk was dark and the smoke on the lake was thicker.

The fisherman said:

"She's right by the lake. I don't want to be presumptuous. I want to invite the two of you to hang around for a few days."

Huang Rong said:
"Fifth Brother, how are you?"

Before Wu Zhai could answer, the fisherman said:
"There are quite a lot of mountains and mountains near the humble house. Anyway, the two of you are traveling in the mountains and rivers, so please don't give up."

Seeing that he spoke sincerely, Wu Zhai said:
"Rong'er, then let's bother Mr. Lu."

The fisherman was overjoyed and ordered Tong'er to row back.

After walking for several miles in the lake, we came to a water island and anchored on a bluestone pier.

When I got to the shore, I saw that there were many pavilions in front of me, and it turned out to be a big mansion. After crossing a big stone bridge, I saw a young man in his twenties coming to greet him, followed by five or six servants.

The young man said:

"It turns out that Daddy brought guests here. My nephew is named Guanying, and I have seen two distinguished guests!"

He was wearing a ruffled robe, his face was vaguely similar to that of the fisherman, except that he had a thick back and broad shoulders, and a strong body.

He and his servant helped his father into a soft sedan chair and went first, and then accompanied Wu and Zhai into the inner hall.

Huang Rong looked at the road layout in the village all the way, with a slight surprise on her face.

After passing through the three courtyards and coming to the back hall, the fisherman shouted through the screen:

"Come in quickly, come in quickly."

Lu Guanying said:

"My father is inconvenient in his legs, so he is waiting in the east study."

The three of them turned around the screen, and saw the door of the study room was wide open, and the fisherman was sitting on the couch in the room. At this moment, he was no longer dressed as a fisherman, but was wearing a Confucian robe and towel, holding a white goose feather fan in his hand, smiling hand over.

Wu Zhai and Huang Rong went in and sat down, but Lu Guanying didn't dare to sit down and stood aside.

Huang Rong saw that the study room was full of beautiful things, all of which were poems, books and classics. There were many bronze and jade wares on the table, which seemed to be all ancient objects. There was an ink painting on the wall, which showed a middle-aged scholar standing in the courtyard on a moonlit night. , pressing the hilt of the sword, looking up to the sky and shouting, looking lonely.

In the upper left corner is inscribed a poem:

"Last night the cold gnats could not stop singing. I was startled back to the dream of a thousand miles, and it was already three o'clock. I got up and walked around the steps alone. People were quiet, and the moon was dimly bright outside the curtain. The white head is fame. Zheng, few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken strings?"

The word Huang Rong was taught by his father once, and he knew it was Yue Fei's "Little Heavy Mountain", and saw that the next paragraph said "Graffiti in Wuhu Disabled People's Disease", so it must be the other name of the owner of the village. up.

However, the strokes in the calligraphy and pictures are rippling and dense, like swords and halberds, not only piercing through the back of the paper, it seems as if it is about to break through the paper and fly out.

Master Lu saw Huang Rong looking closely at the painting, and asked:
"How about this painting, please comment on it, both of you."

Wu Zhai laughed and said:

"The proprietor's skills are extraordinary, his brushstrokes are extremely vigorous, and his sharpness is unmistakable. It's just that he chose the wrong subject matter. If the painting is about the overlord of Western Chu looking up to the sky and screaming, his strength is overwhelming, it should be a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation!"

(End of this chapter)