Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 18 Kaiwen Road, Butterfly Loves Flowers
Lin Su patted him on the shoulder lightly: "Second brother, don't worry, where is there no grass in the world?"

"Where there is no fragrant grass in the end of the world..." Lin Jialiang's eyes brightened: "Third brother, is this also a poem? It's really full of charm, have you written a complete poem?"

Lin Su chanted casually: "The flowers are faded and red and the green apricots are small. When swallows fly, the green water is surrounded by people. There are few willows blowing on the branches. There is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world!"

Lin Jialiang chanted silently, his eyes bright...

"Third brother's poetic talent is really unmatched! Although this poem does not conform to the rules, it is fresh and transparent, with endless charm. It seems to be a new window for poetry...Third brother, you write Come down and write on precious paper!"

"Second brother, write it!"

"How can I do that? This is the third brother's original poem. Wouldn't it be the most shameless plagiarism for a literati to write it down for my brother? Third brother, come, write it down!"

Lin Su sighed inwardly.

Second brother, I am under a lot of pressure when you say that, I have been plagiarizing all the time!
I intend to let you also leave a colorful poem, but you are too pedantic, and the bottom line of literati cannot be broken.All right, I'll do the thing that breaks the bottom line!Anyway, I am a J girl who picks up customers. I pick up once, and pick up ten times...

With the treasure pen in hand, the treasure paper is spread on the rocks...

Lin Jialiang tightly grasped the hem of his clothes, there is no such poem in this world, this is a pioneering work.

People in the world say that the literary heart is easy to get, but the literary path is hard to find. Why is it so hard to find the literary path? It is because the so-called opening a literary path means blazing a new path. There are many new paths, but each one is as difficult as reaching the blue sky. A new interpretation of the sage's commentary, for example, creates a new literary genre...

The latter is even more difficult than the former. There are thousands of literati in the world, how many of them can create a new literary genre?
It is difficult to create even for a Confucian-level figure.

For example, Deng Xianchu, a great Confucian of the generation, undoubtedly wants to create a new literary genre, but he can’t create it, stuck in the extreme state of literary mind and unable to move.

What is the third brother doing now?
He wants to create a new literary genre!
If successful, what does it mean?It means that if one day he steps into the extreme realm of literary mind, he can directly step into the realm of literary road in one step.

The insurmountable moat that others cannot overcome does not exist here!
What kind of terrifying thing is this?
The question now is whether to recognize or not to recognize this new literary genre!

Lin Su picked up the precious pen and began to write:
"The flowers are faded, red and green apricots are small. When swallows fly, the green water surrounds people. There are few willows blowing on the branches. There is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world!"

On the precious paper, the ink is flowing, but this is just the original color of the precious paper, there is not even a floating light.

Lin Jialiang's clothes were scratched by him, and his heart felt a little cold.

It's over, the Holy Will denies it!
The holy will does not recognize this genre, so the precious paper with the will of the saint directly classifies this poem as a cursive poem without giving it light.

Lin Su himself was actually a little puzzled.

Damn, there isn't even a white light, old saints, are you really not afraid that Mr. Su will jump up and hit your knees?

Just ignore him and continue: "There is a swing in the wall and a walk outside the wall. There are people walking outside the wall. The beautiful woman in the wall laughs. The laughter gradually fades away. Passionate but mercilessly annoyed!"

Lin Jialiang sighed a long time: "Third brother, although this poem is not in rhythm, it is so fresh and refined, unique and unparalleled, why is it just..."

"Second brother, I don't call it poetry, I call it Ci! The Ci card is called Die Lian Hua."

As soon as the voice fell, the earth suddenly shook!
In the clear sky, a golden light suddenly lit up across the sky. At the same time, the poem manuscript in Lin Jialiang's hand shone brightly, and the colorful rays of light shone across the river beach.

On the golden road in the void, a line of large characters appeared:
Butterfly loves flowers. Bletilla striata, the flowers fade to red and the green apricots are small, when the swallows fly, the green water is surrounded by people, the willows on the branches are few, and there are no fragrant grasses in the end of the world...

The sacred music sounded: On the Wen Road, a new door was opened, named: Ci, Kaishan Ci brand: Die Lian Hua.

Lin Su's mouth was wide open, Lin Jialiang knelt down abruptly, holding up the manuscript in his hands, tears streaming down his face.

Thousands of miles across the sky, the holy voice instantly spread across nine kingdoms and thirteen continents...

On the top of a big mountain, two people are playing chess, and one of them is Deng Xianchu.

He suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky...

"Butterfly loves flowers. Bletilla striata, the flowers fade to red and the green apricots are small, when the swallows fly, the green water is surrounded by people, the willows on the branches are few, and there are no fragrant grasses in the end of the world..."

With a click, the chess pieces at his fingertips shattered into powder.

"Who opened the Wendao road?" The Wen road is also divided into major roads and small roads. The holy sound of the small road spreads for hundreds of miles, and the holy voice of the big road spreads throughout the nine countries and thirteen states. There are small roads every year, how often do you hear about the big road?

"Du Tiange? Jin Yekong? Xu Jiangke?" The old man next to him said three names, all of them were great Confucian scholars who had already stepped into the extreme realm of literary mind.

"Die Lianhua. Baijiyuan! No matter who he is, he must have been in Baijiyuan just now! Go..."

When the wind picked up, the two went straight to the sky.

On the outskirts of the capital city, a beautiful woman was holding a Yaoqin, silently, staring at the sky in a daze.

"Flowers fade to red and green apricots are small. When swallows fly, green water is surrounded by people. There are few willows blowing on the branches. There is no fragrant grass in the end of the world... Who is it? Who can write such beautiful poems? Who can penetrate thousands of miles of emptiness. My regards?……"

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"Third brother!" Lin Jialiang hugged Lin Su tightly and spun around there three times.

Lin Su sighed again, the second brother is really powerful.

"Third brother, you have not entered the literary world, so you should open up a literary road first, and it is also a road that has attracted the attention of all generations... Let's go home, and mother has to worship the ancestors again... Hahahaha..."

He was as happy as a child.

Lin Su hurriedly stopped, second brother, have you noticed a problem?What's the reason why Shengyin only spread the new way of writing to the world without mentioning the name of the person?

No saint wants me to be famous in the world!
Glory is a double-edged sword. At this moment, I still can't bear the weight of fame.

Lin Jialiang stopped abruptly.

That's right, what a terrifying thing to do, it has never happened in the entire Cang for hundreds of years. The third brother is currently just a small character, insignificant, and under his great reputation, it is actually hard to live up to it. How many people would be dissatisfied with the spread of the matter?What's even more frightening is that the races such as the demon race and the demon race who have been opposed to the human race for a long time do not want the human race to produce another literary genius, and will try to kill him in every possible way.The other Eight Kingdoms also don't want Da Cang to produce such a genius, and they also want to destroy him.

"The third brother is right, you must keep this matter secret! Let's go home immediately..."

"That's not necessary, let's continue our journey."

The two picked up the bags and continued on their way.

Just after leaving, there were two rays of light in the sky, two old men appeared in the void, looking down at the surroundings, it was Deng Xianchu and his chess friend Wuyueshanren.

"Baiji Plain, there is no reason for great Confucianism to appear." Deng Xianchu said: "There is also a Baiji Plain in the ancient country of Nanyang. I heard that there is a mysterious Confucian who has lived in seclusion for ten years. Could it be him?"

In a circle of sunlight, the two disappeared at the same time.

Just as Lin Su expected, the high-ranking Confucian-level figures, after all, do not have the little ants in the ground in their eyes. They would never have thought that the mysterious figure who opened the way of writing and spread the holy voice everywhere would be a person from the Baiji Plain. A man who first got Wengen.

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(End of this chapter)