Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 392 Original holy light like a sharp sword

"Cough... Master, do you want to meet him?" Chu Feng had mixed feelings when he heard this name. He was not willing to mention Lin Su's Qinglian Dao. Lin Su received ten times more green lotus than him. The number one young talent in the eyes of his teacher disappeared, and the eyes of this charming little "teacher's wife" in front of him changed.

Layman Nanchu said slowly, "Please come in!"

The two characters passed through the ten-mile void and diverged above the Wenxian Pavilion.

The two disciples stood up at the same time, facing north and bowing.

Lin Su and Li Guihan stepped on the ground, stepped into the air, and shot towards the thatched hut on the distant hillside.

In front of the thatched hut, a figure in light yellow clothes stood quietly, it was the fourth prince Chu Feng.

Lin Su fell into the air.

Chu Feng took a step forward and arched his hands together: "Brother Lin, my younger brother invited you to talk about it the day before yesterday. Unexpectedly, something happened unexpectedly. I thought that Brother Lin had already returned to Dacang. I was so regretful. I didn't expect that Brother Lin was still in Nanyang. What a blessing!"

Lin Su also bowed back: "Has your Highness recovered?"

"Don't dare to worry about Brother Lin, my little brother has already recovered by [-]%..." Chu Feng pointed inside: "Master is waiting inside, Brother Lin, please!"

Lin Su stepped into the hut, while Li Guihan and Chu Feng were on the periphery.

Inside the thatched cottage, there is a circle of its own.

After approaching the hillside, an old man was sitting on the edge of the slope. In front of him was a small table. On the table, there was a pot of tea and two teacups, which was extremely simple.

Lin Su strode away, and the old man in front slowly raised his head.

"Lin Su met the Layman of Southern Chu!" Lin Su bowed slightly.

"There is Hainingzi today, and the world hears about it!" Nanchu Layman smiled slightly: "I have lived in Baijiyuan for a long time, and today I finally see a great talent in the world. How lucky is it?"

"Senior's award!"

"sit!"

Lin Su sat down in front of him.

"Please use tea!"

Lin Su picked up the teacup.

"Mr. Lin came here, why do you not know?"

Lin Sudao: "There is one presumptuous matter, please ask for it abruptly, Senior Wanwang will allow it."

"Come on!"

Lin Su said: "Su has an elder brother who is far away at the border of Blood Rain..."

He got straight to the point and mentioned the matter directly.

Layman Nanchu listened quietly, with a smile on his face...

After Lin Su finished speaking, the Southern Chu layman said: "I originally thought that Mr. Lin came here today to discuss some poetry with me. I never thought that I would ask you to ask for marriage on behalf of your brother. I have lived in Baiji Plain for a long time and devoted myself to poetry. I have long forgotten the ways of the world, Mr. Lin's request, and please forgive me for being helpless."

The Layman of Nanchu directly refused, and he refused very simply.

He is a member of the Holy Family of Poetry, and the Holy Family of Poetry has a very close relationship with the royal family of the ancient Nanyang Kingdom. How could he not know about the palace?Zhenbei Prince's Mansion is going to be married to Hejian Prince's Mansion, and there is His Majesty's approval behind it. Anyone who wants to play tricks is sick!

If a young man comes from another country and asks the old man to go through this chimney, what is it to be an old man?fool?
Lin Su smiled softly: "This matter is Su Menglang's. Since seniors don't want to talk about this matter, how dare Su force it?... Should we return to Ci Dao?"

Nanchu Layman's heart skipped a beat: "Young Master Lin has a shocking new work, do you want to show this old man?"

Lin Su said: "How dare! How dare!... In front of a generation of poets, why would Lin dare to talk about new works? I only wish to write down the pioneering works of my predecessors and present them in front of my predecessors to show my respect to the generation of poets!"

Nanchu Layman was greatly surprised.

The meeting between Lin Su and him was destined to be a collision of sparks flying everywhere.

Many people speculated that Lin Su was asking to see the senior as a junior?Or rely on the combat power of Qingci to challenge his peak?
When he said the words "Return to Ci Dao" just now, the Southern Chu layman was sensitively aware that this was the beginning of the war, but now Lin Su told him that Lin Su wanted to write the first poem "Butterfly Love Flower" by himself. .Baijiyuan", presented to him as a show of respect!
Writing your own poems for others to read may have the meaning of competition, but writing the poems of the laymen of Nanchu and giving them to the laymen of Nanchu is the highest respect for the laymen of Nanchu!

Lin Su raises his hand, the gold paper comes out, and the precious pen falls!

Write down "Butterfly Love Flower. Baijiyuan", and present it to the Layman of Southern Chu respectfully.

At this moment, the layman Nanchu swelled up!
Da Cang, a literary and dao genius who wrote several poems handed down from generation to generation, wrote "Butterfly Love Flower. Baijiyuan" with his own hands and presented it to him respectfully. , who is the sect!
He took the manuscript, pretending to smile indifferently, and could no longer hide the ecstasy in his heart, but suddenly, his hand trembled...

On the lyrics of the song "Butterfly Love Flower. Baijiyuan", there is a holy light, which is the original holy light!

The heart of the Layman of Nanchu was instantly thundered...

Only when the original author writes this poem, will he bring the original holy light. This is an unchangeable and iron rule!
"Butterfly Love Flower. Baiji Plain" was written by Lin Su!

As long as you take this piece of paper outside, people all over the world will know that Lin Su is the master of poetry, and that he, a layman in Southern Chu, is a literary thief who deceives the world and steals his name!

A generation of Ci is a joke!

The whole family of poets and saints is a joke!
Nanyang Ancient Country is a joke!
The consequences are serious, ten times and a hundred times more serious than the sky falling!
He, a layman in Southern Chu, can swear to God, he really didn't claim to be a generation of poets at the beginning, and it was others who forced him to do so.

But he also had to admit that he didn't deny it.

why?As a literati, no one can resist this hat, and no one can give up this honor, especially when His Majesty the Emperor personally visits, the fourth prince worships him as a teacher, and the third princess rushes thousands of miles to be his concubine for an 80-year-old man. After the Patriarch of the Holy Family expressed his respect for him, he was swept deeper and deeper into this whirlpool of glory, and he was completely unable to extricate himself.

But now, he clearly knows that there is only a thin piece of paper between his brilliant poet and a ruined literary thief!
His back was instantly covered in cold sweat.

Lin Su's voice came: "Senior claims to be ignorant of the world, but that's just self-effacing. As a generation of poets, he is well-versed in world affairs, and the warmth and coldness of human relationships. How can he be ignorant? If Su can be perfected once, Su will be happy Repay Li, and I will definitely not disappoint the seniors in the future."

Layman Nanchu's heart skipped a beat...

What do you mean?
As long as he helps him once, can Lin Su not expose this matter?Even perfect for him?

is it possible?

It is definitely impossible for ordinary people, but Lin Su is an exception, why?Because he has already opened the novel, his glory is already enough, and the seven words of "I will not let my predecessors down" I promised with my own words made the laymen of Nanchu suddenly feel like they were saved from a desperate situation.

The layman of Nanchu slowly raised his head, his expression changed, and he sighed: "Mr. Lin has traveled thousands of miles just to fulfill the wishes of his relatives. He has worked hard with good intentions and deep affection. It is touching... Let it go, the old man will accompany you on this journey. "

Lin Su was overjoyed: "Then I would like to thank Ci Zong."

Take a deep bow...

The layman of Nanchu came out of the thatched hut, beckoned to the third princess, and said: "Sanniang, I will go out with this young master.

Everyone was shocked.

Li Guihan's eyes sparkled, he actually invited Ci Zong!Was it smashed with the white cloud again?From her point of view, this may be the only answer.

The third princess looked at Lin Su's face, and she was also surprised. She didn't have any impression of Lin Su. After she came to Baiji Plain, she cut off the news from Da Cang and devoted herself to adding fragrance to the red sleeves beside the "Gen Cizong" , I don't even know who Lin Su is.She was surprised, how could this young man have such a big face?
The layman of Southern Chu confessed a few words, and left with Lin Su and Li Guihan.

There were only two people left on the hillside, Sanniang and Chu Feng.

Sanniang's wonderful eyes turned slightly, meeting Chu Feng's gaze, and Sanniang smiled lightly: "Your Highness, let's go in, how about playing the piano as Your Highness?"

Under her gaze, Chu Feng's whole body became limp, and he entered the room in a daze...

The Layman of Nanchu would never have imagined that on his business trip, whether he wore the hat of "a generation of poets" on his head was another matter. There was another hat that was obviously worn tight, and this hat was... green.

Zhenbei Wangfu.

It was already sunset.

The gatekeeper looked at Jinyue Mountain in the distance, and the setting sun was shining golden. He suddenly had the illusion that today's setting sun was so golden that it seemed to be brighter than before.

At this moment, two figures from the sky came through the sky and landed in front of the palace gate.

The doorman stood up abruptly.

The literati who can break through the sky can only be great scholars, and the two people in front of them are all high-end VIPs.

"Please inform the lord, the Layman of Nanchu is here to visit!"

The gatekeeper suddenly trembled, and he was stunned...

Inside the palace...

King Zhenbei stood up abruptly, completely in disbelief: "You're talking about... a generation of Ci Zong Nanchu Layman?"

Yes!
The king of Zhenbei bounced up suddenly, reached the door in one step, and stopped suddenly: "Order, prepare the best food and wine, open the Jingxian Pavilion, and immediately..."

Before the words were muted, people had already rushed out.

Zhenbei Wangfu, the middle door is wide open, the prince walks in the front, his three brothers are behind him, and there is a long line of various people behind him, the sons of the palace, a large group of princes, 21 great scholars in the mansion, four masters, There are 18 maids.

All the high-end people in the Zhenbei Palace were dispatched to welcome a generation of poets.

"I have seen a generation of Ci masters!" The prince bowed deeply.

"See a generation of Ci masters!" Everyone behind him bowed at the same time.

"I've seen the prince!" Nanchu Layman also returned the gift.

The prince hurriedly supported him: "Cizong came to our mansion, our mansion is truly magnificent, please enter Jingxian Pavilion..."

Under the setting sun, a group of people passed through the palace and headed for Jingxian Pavilion.

In the backyard, Hongye also jumped up suddenly: "You said... Cizong is really here?" Her voice was extremely excited.

Xing'er blushed, "Really! Miss, the lord just brought a bunch of people to meet him in person and sent them to Jingxian Pavilion. It's messed up outside. Many people want to see it..."

"You go too! You go to Jingxian Pavilion to serve them. If you have anything to say, please send it to me."

"Yes!"

Myolie went.

As soon as she left, Hong Ye also came to the door, and walked around the door three times, as if she couldn't make up her mind where to go. Finally, she changed into a maid's clothes, and slipped out of the room...

In the Jingxian Pavilion, the prince lives in the main seat, No. 1 on the left is the layman of Nanchu, Lin Su sits under the layman of Nanchu, and on the opposite side are the sons and princes of Zhenbei Wangfu. Layman Chu is a generation of poets in the same family. Everyone is very excited, but they still show their good upbringing and politeness.

After drinking a cup of tea and tasting a few rare fruits brought from the Yaozu, it was time to talk about things.

Layman Nanchu was a bit awkward to speak, the palace respected him too much, almost everyone in the palace could come, and the degree of attention was unprecedented, but it was not convenient to talk about things, so we had to wait until after the banquet.

After chatting for a while, the maid came to announce that the banquet can begin...

At this moment, another maid came to report: "Your Majesty, Elder Mu, the top elder of the Holy Family of Poetry, accompanied the son of the Hejian Palace to visit."

what?
The prince was shocked, what happened today?A Ci sect came just now, and then came a top elder of the holy family of poets?Cizong is also the elder of the Holy Family, did you two come together?

He turned his eyes to the layman of Nanchu, but the layman of Nanchu turned his gaze to Lin Su.

Lin Su's brows were furrowed. He had just invited the Layman of Nanchu into the palace. Hejian Palace had invited another top elder from the Poet Sage's family to the palace.

Why such a coincidence?

Why do I feel someone tipped off?

Please!

The prince went out to greet him in person, and soon, a group of people also came to the Jingxian Pavilion. The person in the front was also an old man with a fairy demeanor. When he saw the layman of Nanchu, he smiled slightly: "The old man said, why is the prince so happy today? It turned out that it was a generation of Ci Zong Nanchu elders who came to the palace, what a coincidence."

Layman Nanchu stood up and bowed to him: "Elder Mu!"

Although he bears the name of a generation of poets and his reputation is earth-shattering, his status is not as good as that of Mu Renqing among the poetry sages. Mu Renqing is a top elder, and he is only a high-level elder. In the family, the hierarchy is strict, he must first salute to Mu Renqing.

Mu Renqing smiled slightly and accepted his salute frankly.

A group of people behind him also came forward to salute the Layman of Southern Chu. Among them, there were four middle-aged Confucian scholars who were introduced to be the most famous group of Confucian scholars in the Hejian Palace. The young man in the middle was none other than He The eldest son of Jian Wangfu, he was considered a good-looking talent, but his face was quite drunk and a little pale. He was just a human being, and he behaved quite humbly among a group of great Confucians.

There is a new batch of guests, and the seats need to be rearranged.

Mu Renqing made a symbolic concession and took the chief seat, the layman of Nanchu took the second place, and the others took their seats one by one. placed at the end.

The Layman of Nanchu looked over, but Lin Su still had a smile on his face, and sat calmly in the last seat.

The wine and dishes were served, the wine was the most high-end Bauhinia wine in the ancient Nanyang country, and the dishes were the most high-end Nanyang Eighteen Plates. The prince toasted with a red face: "Today is full of high-ranking sages, and our house is full of splendor. I would like to take a glass of thin wine to respect all the great sages." !"

Lift your neck and drink it.

Everyone toasted, saluted, and drank it all in one gulp.

Mu Renqing put down his wine glass and said, "Your Majesty, the former king of Hejian met with his lord Hetai and intended to marry the two surnames. The king of Hejian mentioned this to the old man and entrusted the old man to come and make a formal engagement. As soon as the old man heard about it, he readily agreed, the marriage between the two kings, the marriage of the two kings, the perfect combination, the beauty of the talent, the grand event in Nanyang, how could it not happen?... Come, give the prince a gift card!"

The next great Confucian held a gift sticker with both hands and sent it to the prince.

Just as the lord was about to take it over, the Nanchu layman suddenly said, "My lord, I came here today because I was entrusted by someone, and I also intend to make the two surnames happy."

The prince was slightly startled.

(End of this chapter)