Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 457

Lin Su had a hearty discussion on the Dao, defeated the 36 top elders of the White Deer Academy, and broke through the Dao Discussion Pass in one step, and two people appeared on the Rainbow Bridge.

On the left is a person dressed in white as snow.

On the right is a person dressed in purple like a rainbow.

Standing on the Rainbow Bridge, the two looked like immortals flying from the sky, turning around and falling into the mortal world.

Both of them wore a silver mask on their faces, hiding their faces tightly.

Only one pair of eyes are exposed.

As soon as Lin Su's thousand-degree pupil fell, he felt something strange. The eyes of the two were as agile as spring water, as flawless as the autumn moon, without panic, and even without the necessary prudence.

This is a bit abnormal.

"I don't know why, and I want to block Mr. Lin's way!" The man in white on the left spoke, his voice was clear and clear, and it spread throughout the city through the passage wall.

"What does Mr. Mo want to do?" Lin Su asked.

"The way of poetry!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole city was shocked.

The way of poetry finally appeared...

Lin Su challenged Bailu Academy, and the whole city was excited, and the most exciting point was the way of poetry.

Among the literary ways, the way of poetry is the most popular. A good poem is enough to detonate the world, and Lin Su's poetry can become popular all over the world with just a few words.

People all over the world really want to know whether the White Deer Academy, known as the first academy of Da Cang Wendao, can hold him down.

Now it's finally here.

Zhang Haoran and Huo Qi looked at each other: "I don't know, is there such a character in Bailu Academy? Why have I never heard of it?"

Huo Qi naturally never heard of it.

No one in the city has heard of it...

Inexplicably said: "The way of poetry is also the way of pioneering. A mountain is higher than a mountain. Therefore, I open a new lyrics card and ask Mr. Lin for advice!"

Lin Su's eyes lit up slightly: "Mr. Mo, please!"

Since the birth of Ci, there has been no second person to open a new word card except for him who opened a bunch of new word cards in a row. Today, he finally has one, and he is very interested.

People in the whole city are even more interested.

Opening Cipai is what people in the world want to do the most. This is what they want to break through the bottleneck. Who doesn't pay attention?However, Cipai is not as easy as imagined. It includes many factors such as rhythm, rhyme, flatness, and poetry.

Once Lin Su opened and opened again, it was a joy to open the Ci Pai. Others watched helplessly, not to mention the feeling in their hearts. There was an element of admiration, because his Ci Pai were all extremely exquisite, but there was also an element of dissatisfaction. Why do you drive it successfully when you drive it, and it is useless for others to drive it?Are you still the son of the temple?
Now, I finally saw a newcomer opening a Cipai. No matter who the newcomer is, it's better than watching your family surnamed Lin eating alone...

Inexplicably stretched out his finger, and wrote in the void...

"The first heaven, it used to be Chuhong's plain face, the small window deep in the green gauze, the coldness of the small window, the condensed waves and colorful, the jade fingers are microfiber, and the faintly thin rolling curtain..."

Three golden lights, against which his mask is particularly blurred...

Lin Su's eyes lit up...

As soon as the first paragraph comes out, fresh brushstrokes and lingering feelings come to life on the paper, quite like Li Qingzhao.

He was moved, not to mention others.

The whole city was shocked, almost the same treatment as Lin Su's writing lyrics in the past.

This is only the first paragraph!
Here comes the second paragraph...

"In the second heaven, the fresh fragrance on the mountains resents the snow and cold, the willows are soft in the wind and mist, and the slanting shadows on the jade screen, crossing gently and darkly, I can't bear to say goodbye.

In the three heavens, the peach blossoms are dotted with new clothes, the old poems are written in the drunkenness of the spring river, the jade pot is clear and shallow, the dream of the pool returns, and the thrushes are low in the misty rain.In the four heavens, mandarin ducks have not slept in the tent, Huachuan has hated goodbye for many years, the ruler is reincarnated, fish and dragons are flying around, and I dream of Tiannan. "

The golden light suddenly retracted and turned into five colors!

The colorful light filled the sky and the earth, and everyone held their breath!
Color words!

Enter the lottery with the newly opened Cipai!
Oh my god, there is also a young genius born in Bailu Academy!
The four talented women of Xishan, no, now with a green dress, they are the five talented women. The five talented women looked at each other, and they all saw surprise and tension in each other's eyes...

Lin Su's challenge to White Deer Academy has broken through their cognition many times.

They thought that Bailu Academy would not be able to solve arithmetic problems, but they did at the first level.

They think that the way of poetry in Bailu Academy is definitely not as good as their husband... oh, no, the husband in green, but now this young man named inexplicable has opened a new word card. Lin Su is almost on par!
A legendary genius is born out of nowhere, facing the legendary Lin Da, who has long been famous all over the world, what kind of literary legend will he deduce?
The whole city reached a climax in an instant...

The inexplicable words are not finished yet, and the next five paragraphs are completed in one go...

"Five heavens, my heart is insane in all kinds of dreams, Wushan is wet with rain at night, outside the golden window, in the depths of Xiaohan, I dare not ask the date of return. Sixth heaven, it has come to cool autumn and fear the full moon, the spring breeze does not pass through old Shaoguan, incense burner The paper is thin, the tea in the red pot is cold, and it is difficult to beat the coldness of the fifth watch. Seventh heaven, sound transmission at night to tell you not to hurt, Nanjiang Xiaoyue covers the east bed, three thousand miles away, thousands of lovesickness, breaks the west square with the moon. Eighth heaven, three autumn tea At noon, my beloved goes back with others, the mountains are far away, I look at Yifei in the distance, and I get drunk to thrush my eyebrows. In Jiuchongtian, life is like a boat sailing on water. It is a boudoir who sleeps heavily in spring. The years are easy to pass, and every inch of grass is hard to come by. Allow."

When the last word is written, colorful light fills the world!
The whole city is in an uproar!

"New Ci Pai, colorful Ci Zhang!" Zhang Haoran said: "Besides him, another poet genius in Da Cang was officially born!"

His voice was so excited.

Even if this person is Lin Su's opponent at the moment, it doesn't seem to be important in front of Wen Dao's true love. The important thing is that Da Cang has another star rising from the sky!

Huo Qi also said: "For thousands of years, there are less than 300 people who have written colorful poems, right? We have witnessed history today."

Beside Zhang Juzheng, Qu Wendong's eyes flickered: "Brother Juzheng, inexplicable...is this name real or fake?"

Zhang Juzheng turned slightly sideways: "You are concerned about whether he is true or not, but the old man is more concerned about whether he is from Bailu Academy or not!"

Qu Wendong suddenly turned sideways, staring at Zhang Juzheng with a horrified expression on his face...

On the Rainbow Bridge, Lin Su looked up slowly, and there was a gleam in his eyes: "Good word! What kind of word card is this word of Mr. Mo?"

"The name of the Cipai is "Jiuzhongtian"! It was created by me!" Inexplicably said: "Young Master Lin, you might as well go beyond it!"

As soon as his voice fell, the nine-paragraph poems were unpredictable in the air, and suddenly there were layers upon layers, forming nine steps under his feet. In an instant, he was high above the sky, and Lin Su turned into a small ant under his feet.

Lin Su raised his head high: "What a "Nine Heavens", I will answer you with "Nine Zhangji"!"

Pick up the pen and write in the void...

"A chance to try on spring clothes on the mulberry moor. The wind is sunny and the day is warm and weak. On the peach blossom branches, warblers are singing and swallows are refusing to let people go home.

With two planes, pedestrians immediately hesitated.I can't bear to pay lightly.Turn your head and smile, go back to the flowers, lest you be known by the flowers.There are three machines with a flower in the center.Delicate red tender green spring bright.You must fold it early, a rich and colorful branch, don't wait for Fang Fei.Four machines, Yuanyang weaving wants to fly together.The poor old man is white first, with spring waves and green grass, in the depths of dawn cold, facing each other in red clothes.Five cards, the period of intimacy and ingenuity.The branches of the Albizia Julibrissin tree are connected together, and the double-headed flowers are under the ground. At the two concentric places, a pair of metamorphosis children.Lin Lang's poems are woven with six sheets of machine in horizontal weave.No one will understand the central sentence.Don't say sorrow or hatred, don't say haggard, just send lovesickness.Seven cards, every move is just playing tricks.There are even more butterflies among the flowers.Stopping the shuttle for a while, I watched for a long time alone in the shadow of the window.Eight machines, Yuanyangzhi hesitated again.For fear of being lightly cropped.Flying in two places, a separation of hatred, what plan to follow each other again.Nine machines, double flowers, double leaves and double branches.Since ancient times, there have been many farewells.From the beginning to the end, tie the heart and thread it through a thread. "

As soon as the pen was written down, colorful rays of light appeared, and Lin Su's feet were layered on top of each other to form nine steps. In a blink of an eye, he went up through the air, and stood at the same height as Mo Ming again.

Everyone in the city is crazy...

The inexplicable song "Nine Heavens" is a newly opened Cipai with an unprecedented number of words, reaching a frenzied 270 characters, which is longer than Lin Su's longest poem "Chunjiang Huayueye".And the words are colorful.Every word is pearls.

Such a word is difficult to achieve in a lifetime.

As for Lin Su, in an instant, a song "Nine Zhangji" came out, with the same words, the same colorful words, the same 270 characters, and the format was exactly the same as "Nine Heavens".

What kind of talent is this?
In the Hanlin Academy, an old Hanlin sighed: "No matter who wins or loses in this battle, they have already bloomed their most beautiful flower of literature and Taoism!"

"Yes, yes, a competition, two colorful long poems, where in the world can we see them? It's also a good story about literature and Taoism! It's a good story about literature and Taoism!"

An old man who looked at Wen Daobi from a distance turned his head slowly: "Now, can you believe that not allowing him to be awarded the title of Bachelor of the Imperial Academy is the biggest mistake made by the Imperial Academy?"

He is Chen Geng, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy. He has been out of customs for a month, and his complexion is even more haggard than when he left the customs.

……

Outside the Rainbow Bridge, the city is crazy.

On the Rainbow Bridge, the two faced each other, but they were as calm as before...

Inexplicably said indifferently: "Mr. Lin is indeed an amazing talent. He wrote the song "Nine Zhangji" according to the law of "Nine Heavens" in a short time. If you and I are drinking tea and chatting right now, it should be very pleasant. However, You and I are arguing right now!"

"Yes!"

"Then here comes the question, two poems, the same meter, and the same level of colorful, you and I debate, who is superior and who is inferior?"

The whole city shook at the same time...

Zhang Haoran's heart sank suddenly...

The hearts of the five girls from Xishan sank to the bottom at the same time...

Just now, everyone was obsessed with the exquisiteness of the poems, and was fascinated by the charm of the writing. They all ignored one problem, that is, they were debating!
Lin Su challenged the White Deer Academy. If he succeeds, it will create a new situation, and his pattern in the capital will be opened accordingly. If he fails, the consequences will be extremely serious. The hat of self-reliance has become a joke in the world, and he will have no foothold in the capital.

In terms of debate alone, he lost!

why?
Because "Nine Zhang Ji" is imitated "Nine Heavens".

Inexplicably created a new lyrics card, and he only mixed a song in this new song card. In terms of literary contribution, he is obviously not as good as inexplicable.

Lin Su smiled: "A debate? No! It wasn't a debate just now."

"Isn't it a debate?" He smiled inexplicably and contemptuously: "Maybe Mr. Lin is used to the role of the winner in the way of poetry, and whenever he encounters a situation where he doesn't win, he intends to cheat?"

As soon as these words came out, the lethality was extremely great, and everyone in the city felt the same...

As a literati, it is contemptible for anyone to emphasize the name of the literary name and to cheat.

Lin Su said: "I'm just using "Nine Zhang Ji" to tell you that your "Nine Heavens" still has slight flaws, and there is room for improvement."

The hearts of all the people in the city were beating wildly...

Do you want to be so cruel?

Facing the creator of Ci Pai, directly say that his Ci Pai is not good!

What is your way of doing?

Digging people's ancestral graves!

Even the five daughters of Xishan immediately felt that their family... oh, no, the husband of the Lvyi family is too much, is it easy for them to open a Ci card?You come here...

Inexplicably, my heart was on fire. If it was just a literary game just now, now it has risen to a life-and-death battle. The Ci Pai Temple I created is recognized, you don’t recognize it!I rely on!That's not how things are done, and that's not how people...

"The creation of Cipai has its own rules. It doesn't matter what the name is. The important thing is that your Cipai needs to be inherited in one continuous line. You are forced to put the first heaven, the second heaven to the ninth heaven into the whole Ci. It is quite reluctant... ..."

Inexplicably, my heart shook...

Forcibly blend in!

Yes!
This is the biggest flaw of this poem. Not many people can see this flaw, but the people in front of it can see it.

And he fixed it too!
His "Nine Zhang Ji" is the revision of "Nine Heavens".

One loom, two looms, until nine looms, it looks no different from Jiuchongtian, but in fact there is a big difference. The nine looms he said are "looms", and the weaving women he said in his words are also descended from the same strain. .

As for myself, what are the first to ninth heavens?A very illusory concept, not directly related to the meaning of the word to be expressed in the word...

His back was sweating, but how could he admit defeat in front of so many people?

Inexplicably took a deep breath: "Mr. Lin needs to know that literature is like the sea, and it is the right way to absorb everything. How can there be absolute right or wrong? Mr. Lin is the only one who respects himself in the text, and he does not leave any room for things. He is not afraid of the storm and the waves. Under it, it's hard to stay an inch?"

As soon as these words came out, all the senior officials in the city almost applauded.

Inexplicably speaking their common aspirations.

Lin Su looked up to the sky and smiled: "Don't care about the thousands of waves, I will take a walk from the leisure pavilion! A new poem "Setting the Storm" is for you!"

He raised his hand abruptly, and the Weiyang Brush appeared in his palm...

write in vain...

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why don't you sing and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mans shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid?

It is expected that the spring breeze blows and wakes up.Looking back at the place that has always been bleak, when I go back, there is no wind or rain. "

Pen stop!

The blue light rises, and the blossoming green lotus descends from the sky. The green lotus is like rain and mist, and there is misty rain below Jiangnan.

Lin Su stood in the misty rain, let the wind and rain blow, his hair fluttered, and faced thousands of people, he wrote his strongest answer to the turbulent waves in words: Who is afraid?A misty rain Ren Pingsheng!

A shocking cry sounded from an alleyway in the city: "Handed down Qing Ci!"

The whole city exploded...

Another handed down Qingci was born!
And as soon as the writing of this poem stopped, Qinglian appeared. Obviously, for the judges of the temple, this poem did not need to be considered at all, as long as it was born, it would be a green poem!
Only because of the open-mindedness in the words, only because of the clarity and strangeness in the words, and only because of the uniqueness of this poem!

Such a word is unparalleled in heaven and earth!
(End of this chapter)