Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 156 Another half-word

Even if there is an excellent theme, the first half of the song should be revealed. Once the first half of the song is revealed, it will directly face the Ci sect. You need to know that the Ci sect Nanchu Layman currently dreams that Ci can be handed down to the world—his generation of Ci sect has not been handed down The words were written by an outsider instead, how could he feel so embarrassed?If there is a good idea in front of him, waiting for him to pass on to the world, how could he not seize this opportunity and go all out?

If the family of ci had been handed down to the world first, Lin Su has great abilities, and it would be too late!

In an instant, the five experienced countless twists and turns in their hearts, and finally, their cognition was strengthened.

Zhang Hong nodded: "It's a bet!"

"Okay, this is the literary contract, sign it!" Lin Su put the pen on the golden paper with one hand, and handed the contract to the five people. Lin Su wrote the first half of the poem first, and the others made up the second half. First, it is limited to two hours, if it is handed down...

Five people signed one by one...

Zhang Hong signed first, followed by Lu Yujing. When he was signing, a girl ran over and handed him a note, but Lu Yujing didn't even read it, and signed directly, which made Lu Youwei's face inside the gauze curtain change greatly, brother , why do you have to jump out to fight against him?Why do you have to go all the way?
All five people signed the contract, and the contract was handed over to Lin Su. When Lin Su picked up the pen to sign, Zhang Yiyu's voice came from next to his ear: "Have you thought it through? If you are not absolutely sure, I have an idea. You can make that Zhou Tong tell the truth!"

Lin Su raised his eyes, looked at Zhang Yiyu, smiled slightly, and wrote the pen, and the two big characters Lin Su fell, announcing the conclusion of the contract.

These two big characters are very smooth, which means that he is also in a good mood.

At the Lingyun Poetry Meeting in Zhaixinglou, he met a group of villains, but he also unexpectedly felt Yiyu's kindness. He and her had gradually drifted away, but at this moment, the familiar her seemed to come back.

"The bet is done, it's up to you now!" Zhang Hong said coldly.

"Okay, then I'll write..."

Everyone stared at Qi Ju, all staring at his pen tip.

How arrogant is it to write lyrics in public and threaten that they can be handed down to the world?How exciting is it?
Zhang Haoran held up the wine glass in his hand, completely forgetting that there was no wine in the glass. Zhang Yiyu's nose was dripping with sweat. For some reason, the moment he picked up the pen, she suddenly became nervous.

Inside the gauze curtain, Xie Xiaoyan's face was pink, and she was unparalleled at the moment. Lu Youwei's face had an extremely abnormal blush, as if she was seriously ill again, and Bi Xuanji, who was known as immovable as a mountain, had completely stopped breathing...

Half a poem directly determines everything. If the previous writing is too bad, even a sage will never want to pass it down to the world. This is the "starting point determines the end point" in the way of poetry.

But Lu Yujing, Zhang Hong and the other five sneered, they absolutely didn't believe it!Even if they beat them cold, they would never believe that he could win this bet.

Lin Su picked up the pen and wrote it in one stroke. The pen was only about seven or eight characters, and the golden light shone, the symbol of golden light words!

After writing a line, colorful light appears!
Everyone was shocked, they had never seen a poem that was not finished, but the colorful light appeared.

In a blink of an eye, the colors become colorful!
Lin Su raised his hand, and the colorful lights in his palm filled the air, and lines of large characters swept across the entire building...

"The Yangtze River is rolling in the east, the waves scouring out the heroes, success and failure turn around, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is red for several times."

Half a poem, colorful chapters!
Everyone in the building is petrified.

Zhang Haoran, Zhang Yiyu, and the three girls in the gauze curtain all have brilliant eyes...

The Yangtze River is rolling, the big waves wash the sand, heroes come out of the sky, smile at the heroes of all directions, no matter how many criticisms or right and wrong, the truth will eventually come to light, the green hills remain the same, the setting sun remains the same...

This is his criticized answer!

Wang Chengnian stared at the words in the sky for a long time, his expression changing. He taught the class all morning and talked about countless words skills. The word in front of him happened to be the ultimate in his ideal. Ordinary, but combined, it is a magnificent picture scroll, with boldness, passion, philosophy, and vicissitudes...

Everyone was shocked by this half of the words at the same time.

After a long time, Zhang Haoran sighed: "Brother Lin, this word is the same as the opening word of "Legend of the White Snake", but what is its name?"

"The title of the poem is "Linjiang Fairy"!"

"What a bold and elegant title!" Zhang Haoran said: "Since brother Lin has already written the first half of the poem, everyone can start writing."

Lin Sudao: "Mr. Wang might as well contact the Layman of Southern Chu right now and ask him if this word is written by him. If so, please make the second half of the poem public. If not, you might as well make it up. As long as the word can be handed down, It is regarded as his work, and I will never sign it."

The people in the building began to fill in the words.

Generally speaking, with the first half of the song, it is not particularly difficult to make up the second half of the song, at least it is much easier than starting a new word. Therefore, this time Lin Su competed with the Layman of Nanchu, in fact, the Layman of Nanchu took up all of them. The right time, place and people are in harmony.

Wang Chengnian is known as the Great Confucianist of Dacang's poetry and Taoism, and has a very good relationship with the laymen of Southern Chu. They communicate with each other all the time. At this moment, of course, he did not neglect and immediately started the Wendao Wanli message.

With a stream of light, the Southern Chu layman appeared in front of Wang Chengnian. Almost at the same time, Wang Chengnian also stepped into another space. The two stood face to face with thousands of miles away.

"Layman, there is a person who wrote half of the poem, and the whole world is asking for the second half. He threatened that this poem can be handed down to the world. Once it is handed down, the person who fills in the vacancy will sign it, and he will not sign it."

"Hehe..." Nanchu Layman smiled lightly: "Where is the madman, who is handed down so often?"

"Layman might as well take a look and talk about it." Wang Chengnian tapped his hand, and half of the poem appeared in front of the Layman of Nanchu.

The Layman of Nanchu's gaze was fixed, and he was completely dumbfounded...

For about a quarter of an hour, the Nanchu layman exhaled slowly: "Who did it?"

"Lin Su!"

The eyes of the Layman of Nanchu were full of splendor: "Just wait for me for an hour!"

He turned and disappeared.

The next moment, the layman of Nanchu appeared on the top of the highest mountain in Baiji Plain, looking up at the sunset, half an hour, three quarters of an hour, the layman of Nanchu raised his hand, and wrote half a poem in the void:
"Where does a generation of heroes go? Let's say that the autumn rain is cold, in the barren mountains, ancient tombs and old mountains, the way is in the sky, and I am happy to meet in the world."

Together with the first half of the prime minister, the layman of Nanchu stared closely at the gold paper in front of him. The colorful light on the gold paper fluctuated and finally showed five colors.

colorful words!
It has achieved the highest point of his poetry, but the layman of Nanchu is as cold as water. The first half of the poem is already colorful, but he forced the second half of it to become colorful. What does this mean?It shows that his continuation of the lyrics has lowered the level of the whole poem!

Come again!

Said it was one hour, but when it was close to two hours, the Layman of Nanchu exhausted all his brain cells, and he just managed to bring the words to Qicai, which could not be handed down no matter what.

Nearly two hours later, Wang Chengnian, who had been waiting for the cat to catch him, finally arrived at the Layman of Nanchu. The Layman of Nanchu gave him half a poem and told him an answer. This poem is a colorful poem and cannot be handed down.

When Wang Chengnian saw the poems written by the Layman of Southern Chu, he was already convinced. He deserved to be called the sect of Ci.

Thanks!Go back to the Star Picking Building.

Upstairs in Zhaixing Building, the time leak has just passed two hours.

"time up!"

All the heroes in the building are writing lyrics, most of them are Yinguang Ci, a few are Jinguang Ci, including Qiu Zixiu who once wrote two colorful poems, and the second half of the continuation is only Jinguang Ci. Facts have proved that he is not Not good at such words, he is better at ethereal words and poems.

From the perspective of a student, being able to write a white light poem is something to be proud of, let alone silver light and golden light words?Today they all wrote the light, theoretically it should be a happy situation for everyone, but everyone is downcast, because the first half of the poem is colorful, they add their own, it becomes silver light and golden light, which seriously lowers the whole poem. Level, this is a serious setback for them!
The appearance of Wang Chengnian injected something called excitement into the others.

Is the dictionary continued?
Is it handed down?

Wang Chengnian said: "The Layman of Southern Chu has continued his poems, everyone please read them!"

As soon as his words came out, colorful lights filled the sky and the earth, three points thicker than before...

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, the waves wash away the heroes, right and wrong are turned away, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is red for a few times. Where does a generation of heroes go? Let's talk about autumn rain and phoenix trees, barren mountains, ancient tombs and wild mountains. Happy to meet again."

"Good! Great words!" Everyone was excited at the same time.

"Where does a generation of heroes go? How heroic and lonely? Let's talk about the autumn rain and phoenix tree, but how sad it is, which fits perfectly with the first half of the song."

"Is it confirmed now? You stole this half of the poem from a layman in Nanchu!" Zhang Hong said sharply.

Lin Su laughed out loud...

Zhang Haoran's heart almost stopped beating, what do you mean?
Lin Sudao: "It was originally a heroic and open-minded poem, but he forcibly continued it for me into desolation and loneliness, and lost all the purpose of open-mindedness, so he can't pass it on to the world!"

"The Layman of Southern Chu said, this is the first colorful word..." Wang Chengnian said.

Lin Su sneered: "Mr. Wang, you are also a member of Da Cang, do you really hope that I can't continue, so that all the students of Da Cang look up to the ancient country of Nanyang, and you will be satisfied?"

Pick up the pen!

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, the waves wash away the heroes, right and wrong are turned away, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is red for a few times. On the river, the white-haired fishermen and woodcutters are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A cup of turbid wine is happy to meet each other. There are so many things in ancient and modern times. It's all a joke!"

When the pen falls, the colorful rays of light suddenly disappear, and on the tower of picking stars, there are thousands of blue lights, and the lotus blossoms are competing to bloom...

Zhang Haoran jumped up: "Handed down! The light passed down!"

Zhang Yiyu's face, which was always calm and unwavering, suddenly bloomed red...

Inside the gauze curtain, Xie Xiaoyan jumped up suddenly, Bi Xuanji's eyes were as bright as autumn water, staring at Lin Su firmly, while Lu Youwei groaned softly, and fell softly on Bi Xuanji's shoulder, her eyes were full of tears...

The green lotus bloomed, seemingly with endless joy. Lin Su stared at the green lotus, as if feeling the relief of the temple. In the past two hours, countless people in the world have written this poem of Linjiang fairy The gold paper was reported to the temple for approval. Finally, the temple got the most perfect answer, which was the second half of Lin Su's continuation.

If a word handed down from generation to generation has life, at this moment, the word has a soul.

Shengyin spreads hundreds of miles: "The new word "Linjiang Fairy" handed down from generation to generation, the rolling waters of the Yangtze River to the east, the waves wash away the heroes, the success or failure is turned away, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is red for several times. The white-haired fishermen on the river, I am used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze, happy meeting with a cup of turbid wine, so many things in ancient and modern times are all jokes! The lyricist, Da Cang Lin Su!"

The dark night in the sky looked at the blue lotus in the sky, with tears in his eyes.

In the Qu mansion, Lvyi and Sister Chen hugged each other tightly, Lin Jialiang and Qu Zhe were looking towards the direction of the Zhaixing Tower, and shouted at the same time, the old man of the Qu family jumped up and went up to the sky, as if he wanted to set foot on Qingyun Road.

Above the golden palace, the emperor also looked into the distance, his expression changing...

In Baijiyuan, an ancient country in Nanyang, a layman of Nanchu stared blankly at the words transmitted from the video, and suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood...

The students on the third floor of the Zhaixing Building all jumped into the sky and looked at the fifth floor from the windows.

On the fifth floor, the faces of the five people were ashen, and their bodies were trembling.

The words handed down from generation to generation reappeared, they would never lose the gamble, and they still lost after all. This loss, they lost half their lives!

As soon as the blue light was absorbed, it shot into Lin Su's body, and a blue sapling suddenly appeared on his Wenshan Mountain, and the holy voice came into his mind: "Cicheng is handed down, and I will give you the 'Rejuvenation Seedling'!"

Words handed down from generation to generation are rewarded generously. The last time Lin Su wrote the sapphire case, he was given a thousand-degree pupil. This pupil technique is extremely mysterious, and everything in the world seems to appear in his eyes.

This time, what is the rejuvenating seedling he received as a gift?Lin Suwengen explored it and interpreted its magical function.

Rejuvenating seedlings, the meaning of rejuvenation by the wonderful hand, has extremely bizarre and terrifying functions. First, if he uses the power of Wen Dao to fight, his recovery speed is ten times that of others.Second, he can cure diseases, regardless of external injuries, internal injuries, poisonous injuries, all can be cured, and the effect is extremely exaggerated.

The first thing Lin Su thought of was Sister Chen. Can Sister Chen's leg be cured?

Together with this idea, he became excited, and wished he could go home immediately and try it on Sister Chen.

"Brother Lin, congratulations!" Zhang Haoran beamed with joy.

"Thank you, brother Zhang!" Lin Su smiled and turned to Zhang Yiyu: "Yiyu, you are also very cute today."

Zhang Yiyu was originally smiling, but as soon as the words hit her ears, she immediately gritted her teeth. Today is cute, does it mean that she was not cute before?It's cute to help you, isn't it?

Lin Su stopped messing with her, and turned to Young Master Huo and his companions: "I wonder if the two young masters are..."

"Huo Qi in Youzhou!" Mr. Huo greeted him.

Another young master also saluted: "Li Yangxin from Lanzhou, I am so lucky to meet a great talent today!"

Lin Su bowed deeply: "I have to meet two young masters today. Lin Su Sansheng is very lucky. If you are free, why not come to the place where I borrowed."

"Brother Lin is staying at someone else's house. It's inconvenient for us to visit. Why don't we go to Xishan to enjoy the flowers on Qingming Festival?"

Tomb-sweeping day, three days left!

The peach blossoms in Xishan are the most beautiful during the Qingming Festival. After the Qingming Festival, they will slowly wither. Therefore, Qingming Festival is the best time to enjoy flowers in Xishan.

Lin Su nodded: "Okay! Brother Zhang, let's join together!"

Zhang Haoran said: "When the time comes, bring a bottle of Spring Tears and an altar of Grade A white clouds for each of us!"

"You're a big man who keeps saying you want to cry, is it a T? I'm leaving!"

Lin Su turned and went downstairs, Zhang Haoran chased after him with big strides: "Wait a minute, you haven't agreed yet..."

"Ten bottles of spring tears for one person, ten altars beside the white clouds, let's do it!"

"keep your word!"

"What a big deal, who do you look down on? You can insult my character, but not my financial resources..."

The voices of the two went far away. On the fifth floor, a group of people were stunned.

(End of this chapter)