Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 394 Handed down Psalm of the Defeated Holy Family

The king of Zhenbei took a deep breath: "The Hejian palace values ​​the little girl, and I am deeply grateful for her. The Dacanglin family came from a long distance, and I am also grateful. Both sides are homes of the Holy Way. As for the choice of a good son-in-law, this king is really in a dilemma. This proposal of Ci Zong... Elder Mu and Mr. Lin, what do you think?"

What he said was the standard answer for the master, without any bias.

But Hong Ye, who was hiding under the window, was shocked.

Because she sensitively captured an almost impossible turning point.

That means the father is finally looking at the Lin family!
Putting the Lin family and the Hejian Palace together is to impress the Lin family!

In the past, it would never be like this. In the past, my father hated the Lin family deeply!Lin Su had quietly changed a lot with his own strength just now.

Moreover, Hongye suddenly felt a little excited. She could finally see the real literary strength of the person in front of her. In the early stage, Lin Su wrote a new poem "Tianjingsha.Autumn" and a short essay of [-] words. , made her have a great interest in Lin Su, and she eagerly wanted to know if he could create a literary legend again.

Lin Su smiled and said: "If it was the past, students would definitely not dare to meet with the top elders of the Poet Sage's family, and the seniors to make friends with poetry and discuss Taoism with literature. Since it is a good story, why would the students dare to spoil your interest? Let’s discuss the Dao with the elders and seniors.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked...

Discuss the Tao with the elders and seniors?

The object of your "discussion" actually includes Elder Mu?
What Ci Zong proposed was the great Confucianism and the eldest son in the Hejian Palace, but you, in a muddle-headed way, also included Elder Mu, who is Elder Mu?The top elder of the Holy Family of Poetry, his attainments in poetry and Taoism may not be comparable to that of a generation of Ci Zong Nan Chu Layman.

Elder Mu narrowed his eyes slightly: "Mr. Lin's object of discussion includes this old man?"

Lin Su stood up and bowed: "Elder Mu is willing to teach you, so students naturally want it!"

"Presumptuous!" A voice came from the side: "What are you? Are you worthy of discussing with Elder Mu?"

This person is the prince of Hejian. He was bullied just now and lost all face. He has been honest for a long time, and he couldn't bear it now.

Lin Su sighed softly: "The holy way is accessible, those who have achieved it first, how sacred is it to discuss the way with literature? How can there always be stupid remarks about whether it is worthy or not?"

"You..." The prince was furious.

Elder Mu's face suddenly sank: "My son, please rest!"

Forcibly pushing the Holy Son down, the Shizi's red eyes looked around, but what he met were a few pairs of disappointed eyes. Everyone was really starting to be a little disappointed in him.

You can't imitate the person in front of you if you act prestige and have no rules at all times. This person is younger than you, has a calm demeanor, is justified, well-founded and restrained. This is demeanor!
After Elder Mu controlled the situation, he said slowly: "How does Mr. Lin want to discuss the Tao?"

Lin Su said: "How about discussing Tao with poetry?"

Elder Mu was slightly startled, talking about Taoism with poetry?Poetry is his strongest, he actually chooses his strongest, is there some kind of conspiracy?
Elder Mu remained calm: "Of course it is possible, but I don't know how Mr. Lin intends to discuss poetry?"

Lin Sudao: "There is a new method that is quite popular in the Da Cang poetry world, called 'Poetry Solitaire', that is, one person writes a poem first, and the second person writes another poem with the poetic flavor of the previous person. Students and elders also play How about playing this Poetic Solitaire?"

Poetic Solitaire, this kind of gameplay is interesting.

Compared with the conventional writing of poems in the poetry world, it is much more difficult.

The core of a poem is poetry, and poetry is often not straightforward, without considerable literary background, and may even not be able to read the hidden poetry of the other party at all. If you can’t even understand the title, you will naturally avoid it later talked about.

Of course, this method also has one of the biggest disadvantages, that is, the first person to write poetry takes too much advantage.

Elder Mu smiled faintly: "Young master Lin, I understand, you have a wonderful poem, and you plan to show it to me, and then I will write another poem based on your poetry, and use this method to judge the quality of your poems and mine. "

"No!" Lin Su said: "The elder will write a poem first, and the students will continue to write another poem based on the elder's poetic meaning."

what?
Everyone was shocked.

Elder Mu wrote first?
Are you sure you've gone over your head?

Elder Mu is a person who has written colorful poems. If he writes the wonderful poems he wrote in the past but has not yet been submitted to the temple, the poem you write on the spot will be better than the poem he has polished for a long time ?
Elder Mu was also stunned. He originally imagined that Lin Su would dig a hole for him. He never thought that Lin Su would give him the opportunity to dig a hole, but he himself would become a person who "jumped into the hole" !
He sighed a long time: "This old man has just seen the demeanor of great talent today, so how about this, I write a poem, and you write another poem based on the old man's poetry, as long as your poem can reach the level of the old man's poems." Level, even if you win, the Hejian Palace will no longer mention the marriage of the princess!"

Give yourself a gear!
What is self-contained first gear?
In other words, if the poems he wrote were colorful, Lin Su only needed five colors to beat him!

If his poems are multicolored, Lin Su only needs golden light poems to beat him!

Once he wins, the Hejian Palace will withdraw from the marriage of the princess!
This is a promise!

This kind of promise is not guaranteed. Elder Mu would never say it out loud. Now he said it because he is [-]% sure that he will win.

Let him write the poem first, and let Lin Su continue the poem. He took advantage of too much. Even if he gambled with the Ci master in front of him and offered the same downgrade conditions, he still had an [-]% chance of winning!
He did not despise Lin Su.

He was entrusted by King Hejian, and he has the halo of the top elder of the Holy Family of Poetry. Everything does not allow him to underestimate his opponent.

Lin Su: "If I lose, I will immediately withdraw from the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion. From then on, members of the Lin family will not enter Nanyang."

"A word is settled!"

"A word is settled!"

The agreement is reached!

There is no need to make a written oath, just opening your mouth is a promise!
The audience was tense.

The most nervous thing is Hong Ye hiding under the window.

She is a scholar of literature and Taoism, she is proficient in poetry, she knows how much advantage Elder Mu has taken, even if Elder Mu seems to be high-spirited and upright, but he is downgraded, but still cannot bridge the gap between the "problem maker" and the "problem solver" huge gap.

Even if his poetic attainments are as good as Elder Mu's, even if he can drop a notch, his chances of losing still account for [-]% of the odds!

If he loses, he will leave, Second Sister... What about Second Sister?
With Elder Mu's hands together, a piece of gold paper was drawn out, the precious brush fell down, and he began to write poems...

Put pen to paper with three white lights!

Soon, the white light will turn to silver!
Jier is golden!

Hong Ye held his chest tightly and shouted desperately, stop!Don't show off, don't...

As the most loyal lover of poetry, it was the first time that she was so eager that other people's poems collapsed.

At this moment, colorful lights filled the air, and then, colorful lights covered the entire Jingxian Pavilion!
The whole pavilion cheered, and the sound shook the world.

Outside the window, Hong Ye's body softened and she slid down against the wall. Her mind was blank, only two large gray characters were hovering: It's over!
Colorful poems!
His continued poems must be at least colorful, and they must be written according to Elder Mu's poetry. A person may occasionally find a good sentence and have an opportunity to make a colorful poem, but on the spot, writing poems based on other people's poetry can make a colorful poem. , How many people can there be in the world?Even the top masters may not be able to do it.

"Miss, why did you come out..." Xing'er's voice came from Hong Ye's ear: "Miss, why is your face so pale? Are you sick?"

……

In the Jingxian Pavilion, the cheers were still there. Lin Su raised his eyes and looked at a poem freshly released by Elder Mu, the original Holy Light and the first work of Holy Light. Everything complied with the regulations, indicating that this poem was written by him, This is the first time I have written it publicly—of course, it is not a test to see if I have had a belly draft before.

The poem goes: "In the old mountain village at the sunset in Cangshan Mountain, there are dark crows and broken trees and roadside graves, and the wind knocks on the firewood gate. Suspected visitors come, and I like to call my son's name with a dry stick."

The Southern Chu layman frowned, what he read out of a colorful poem was full of insidiousness!

What a bleak scene in the old mountain village at the setting sun in Cangshan Mountain, the roadside graves with faint crows and broken trees?

The wind blows the gate, and the old man inside is holding a dry crutch, calling his son's name, and running over happily to see, what kind of loneliness and longing is portrayed?

Poetry is definitely good poetry, top-notch poetry.

But when used here, it is definitely full of malice.

Why?How old are people? At the age of 20, you let people write poems following your lonely and desolate mood?Poetry is the voice of the heart. People of every age group have different perceptions. A young man in high spirits can't write about loneliness and desolation even if he is killed!

You are a dignified top elder of the Holy Family, how shameless you are to play this trick with a brat?
Elder Mu raised his eyes and smiled, "Mr. Lin, can you decipher the meaning of this?"

Lin Su sighed: "Naturally!"

"Then please!"

Lin Su raised his hand, and the gold paper came out...

All the people in the audience were staring at his pen tip...

Hong Ye outside the window also broke free from Xing'er's embrace, his eyes widened, staring at the figure inside the window and the pen in his hand.

What poetry could he write?
Blessed by the saint of poetry, he writes colorful!

poet...

She clasped her hands in front of her chest, praying devoutly, obviously forgot to ask a question, if the poet sage really blesses, will he bless his direct descendants, or will he bless him, an outsider?

Lin Su raised his hand, and the gold paper stood in emptiness. His pen fell down, and five words appeared:

"Tianjingsha. Autumn Thoughts"...

Hong Ye's face outside the window suddenly turned red, oh my god, what poem is he going to write?
This word has been verified, it is colorful!

But, no...

The poetry of this Tianjingsha does not match the desolation, loneliness, and lovesickness, my God, it is wrong!wrong!

Her heart was trembling wildly, wishing she could rush into Jingxian Pavilion...

Just when she was in a frenzy, the first line appeared...

"Withered vines, old trees, faint crows..."

Not the original one!
Hong Ye grabbed Xing'er's shoulder suddenly, and Xing'er's mouth cracked...

"Little bridge and flowing water..."

Layman Nanchu's complexion changed, at first he couldn't bear to look directly at him, but now his eyes are wide open...

What's this?word?What word card?
"The west wind on the ancient road is thin, and the sun is setting..."

Elder Mu's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt a sense of fear. The depiction of this scene is absolutely perfect, just like a painting, and the desolate and lonely theme is in line with his poetic flavor. A touch of the sun: I miss my loved ones!This clear stroke is called poetry eye!

Without a poetic eye, you can't win the prize...

The last sentence came out: "The heartbroken man is at the end of the world!"

Elder Mu felt a sudden chill in his heart...

The arena was filled with colorful lights, and everyone was shocked, but if they win, it means that Lin Su has won...

He actually won!
The colorful light in the arena seemed to be multicolored and colorful, and it seemed to be lingering. All the people in the Hejian Palace shouted in their hearts: quickly fade away the colors, don’t get into the color, don’t get into the color...

The colorful light suddenly closed, and the blue light filled the sky and the earth, and the blossoming green lotus bloomed in the wind, and a blue lotus light belt in the sky stretched for hundreds of miles...

The brains of the four great Confucians went blank.

There is no colored light, but there is blue light, my God, what a hell, and what I saw was a big-headed ghost...

"Handed down Qing Ci!" Nanchu Layman jumped up.

With a click, the wine glass in Elder Mu's hand was crushed to pieces.

Outside the window, Hong Ye suddenly turned around, staring at Xing'er, her mouth trembling slightly: "Handed down?"

Xing'er yelled: "Handed down Qingci, Miss, it's Handed down Qingci..."

He hugged Hongye and shook it violently.

The sacred voice in the air came: "The handed down green poem "Tianjingsha. Autumn Thoughts", withered vines, old trees, dark crows, small bridges and flowing water, people on the ancient road, west wind and thin horses, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Lyricist, Da Canglin Sue!"

"Lin Su!" Elder Mu suddenly stood up: "Are you Lin Su?"

The name he called out at this moment is not only a name, but also a legend. He has written nearly ten poems and poems handed down to the world, and created a novel road. He also knows that in the just-concluded Qinglian Discussion, Lin Su, alone With great strength, he seized [-] green lotuses, forcibly suppressing all the six holy families, nine kingdoms, and seven states.

This person is already a legend in the world!
"Yes!" Lin Su replied with a bow, still polite.

Elder Mu's face was crossed with black lines, and his heart was racing, but what can he do at this moment?

He took the lead in Poetic Solitaire, even if Lin Su was in the first place, he took advantage.

But Lin Su wrote another word based on his poetic flavor, but the word was handed down to the world, which in turn surpassed him by a notch.

The gap is so big that a blind person can see it clearly!

He lost, lost without dispute!

With his defeat, the Hejian Palace lost the battle for princess!

Forget it, go rest, rest...

Elder Mu heaved a long sigh: "My lord, I'm leaving!"

Five words, Elder Mu lightly waved his hand, and five people in the field disappeared with him at the same time. Shizi faintly called out in the air, and quickly disappeared without a trace.

Outside the window, Hongye's big eyes stared at Xing'er, motionless...

"Miss……"

"Lin Su? The Lin Su who wrote "A Dream of Red Mansions"? It's him, it's really him..." Her voice trembled slightly, and her face was as red as a cloud at this moment.Like countless women, "A Dream of Red Mansions" is also her favorite. She can't remember how many times she has read it, but she still feels amazing every time. She also wants to meet the author of the Red Mansion countless times, but the author of the Red Mansion is far away thousands of miles away. Another country in the world, she knew that she might never see it in her whole life...

Now, the author of the Red Mansion came to her side inadvertently, and suddenly had a close relationship with Zhenbei Wangfu.

Her heart was beating so fast it almost jumped out of her chest
(End of this chapter)