Da Cang night watchman

Overnight, a rumor about Juxianju became popular all over the world.

There was a prodigy who participated in the recruitment of relatives, and he specially found other people who participated in the recruitment of relatives to compare his skills. This person's cultivation base was superb, his poetry level was unmatched in the world, and coupled with his clever tricks, he actually collected seven tokens!
His name is Zhuge Qingfeng.

He came from the family of the saints of poetry.

He is the only dual cultivator of the poet sage family, and he is a superstar who has risen to fame as soon as he stepped into the funeral state.

All relatives remember this name.

All the elders in Muye Villa also remembered this name.

Even in Muye's backyard, in an embroidery pavilion, three or four maids surrounded a woman in white, chattering all about Zhuge Qingfeng.

"Miss, he wrote three poems last night, and the first one won the prize! His way of poetry is really turning poetry into Taoism."

"Miss, he is still a prodigy on the path of cultivation, and it is said that he is as good as heaven and earth."

"Miss, you are the most stunning in Burial State, and only a genius like him is worthy..."

"Miss, the servant quietly went to see it, this is his projection..."

A piece of jade pendant in the girl's hand projects a group of images of people, and Zhuge Qingfeng is graceful in this image...

At this moment, if there is a vote to decide who is on the list, it is estimated that Zhuge Qingfeng will get more than half of the votes.

However, these are only the prelude after all.

The real competition is after entering the village.

At noon the next day, the sky and the earth were clear.

The gate of Muye Villa was slowly opened, and two teams of scribes entered one after another. Of course, they were recruiting troops holding marriage invitation tokens, a total of 73 people.

Everyone is an influential person who leads a generation. They are in the limelight in their family and even within a thousand miles around them. But today, most people are very low-key because they know that they are not the only protagonists today. There is absolutely no weak person beside or opposite them.

Of course, there are still a few exceptions.

The Seventh Prince Dongfang Pavilion, he is the direct prince of the buried state, he has been in a high position for a long time, so he is calm, and his amazing talent and cultivation make him never know what it is to be low-key.

Buried Confucianist Chu Sanzui, Drunk Poetry Drunk Joy Drunk Beauty, Self-named "Sanzui", his real name is actually forgotten, he seems to be drunk last night, and now he is stepping on the red carpet of the villa, his eyes are blurred, like this People naturally don't respect others, let alone get nervous.

Yan Qing, the head of the seven princes in the southeast, was a romantic poet and drinker, with a celestial appearance in the world, with an unrestrained and unrestrained temperament. Two sentences were sent back from a note: Jiang Hu has been perverse for ten years, and he is not as good as a hat to enter the court.what for?You are mixed in the rivers and lakes, no matter how flamboyant and amazing you are, you will not be on the right path of writing.Yanqing picked up the piece of paper, and continued with two sentences: Take the hat of the imperial court, and look at the number one scholar in May.

In that year (last year) of the Burial State Scientific Examination, the No. [-] Scholar was born, and it was the former flamboyant Yan Qing.The Burial Flower Pavilion was a sensation, and the top celebrity recommended himself as a pillow mat, making a great story in the literary world for a generation...

If things come to this point, it’s just a good story, but it’s not enough to show Yan Qing’s maverick. After Yan Qing slept the Qing courtier, she abandoned it like a shoe, leaving two lines of poems floating away. The poem said: I will enter the court With the crown in the hall, how can the remaining flowers and willows be climbed?

After reading this poem, the Qing people vomited three liters of blood!

Some people have a poem about it: Qing Lang was buried in the garden with his wonderful hands, and the ground was full of delicate red flowers for half a day.

This poem satirizes him. You said that you have entered the court, and you can't appreciate the remnants of flowers and willows, but you have to think about it, how did these remnants of flowers and willows come about?You turned an innocent woman into a ruined woman with your own hands, and turned your back to dislike her ruined woman, you are not authentic...

But the world of literature and Taoism doesn't talk about whether these are authentic or not, what they talk about is a willful act.

A willful person, don't expect him to be nervous on any occasion.

Of course, there is another person who is even less nervous, because he is Zhuge Qingfeng!

Zhuge Qingfeng, there was no order at this time yesterday, but today there are six orders for entering the park (there is a token, which he used to exchange for a mirror), and he directly made a subtraction for the participants. He walked into the park with a smile on his face. The few people outside were looking at his back and gnashing their teeth, but he didn't notice it at all.

This person looked around and saw Lin Su walking side by side with Aunt Yao, and he warmly greeted: "Brother, the mirror you gave to my younger brother is really extraordinary. When you face the mirror with yellow decals, you will never forget Xiongtai."

Lin Su raised his eyes and smiled faintly: "You are right about this point, I think you will never forget it in your whole life!"

Zhuge Qingfeng laughed and strode away.

He didn't understand the meaning of Lin Su's words.

But Aunt Yao heard it...

Of all the people in the world, no one who competes with Lin Su on the same stage can probably forget him.

He is everyone's nightmare...

When I first entered Muye Villa, I only felt its elegance.

After entering, one realizes its subtlety.

Every plant, every tree, every brick, every stone, every pavilion and every pavilion, reveals the vicissitudes of time, but also permeates the core of elegance.

For example, in the plum garden in front, the plum blossoms are not there at this time of year, but its diameter spans the sky, and every minute and every inch falling on it is poetry and painting in the eyes of many literati...

If it weren't for the upcoming challenges, these literati and poets would probably write poems right now...

Yaogu looked around, and a voice came into Lin Su's ear quietly: "Everything here seems to coincide with the time of a thousand years. The main building should be a thousand years old, and that ancient tree should be a thousand years old. This pavilion is also a millennium, and the pool under the pavilion is also a thousand years old. Is this a one-stop design, or is it a reminder to the people in the villa? Reminding them that they have been away from home for thousands of years?"

Only those who have a certain degree of insight into the current situation will put forward such a deep proposition...

"Maybe it is!" Lin Su said via voice transmission: "Have you noticed that the plants and trees in this garden are really special?"

"It's like poetry and picturesque, elegant to the extreme!" Aunt Yao said.

"In the eyes of literati, this is elegant, in the eyes of military strategists, this is soldiers!" Lin Su said: "The design of the pavilions is consistent with the Nine Palaces, and the design of the courtyard is gossip. Just activate the formation eyes, and the entire manor will become countless large formations."

Aunt Yao's heart skipped a beat...

"The formation is not activated at the moment, and they obviously don't want to startle the snake. Let's wait and see."

Aunt Yao said, "What do you need me to do?"

"Brew a pot of good tea, warm a pot of old wine, sit back and watch!"

"Brewing tea and warming wine seems to be too leisurely. I see that the villa doesn't seem to have any plans to let you take a breath..."

"Exactly, when you enter the park, you will enter the examination room. The time rhythm is so tightly controlled, they are also worried that we will see more clues in the villa!"

While speaking, a group of people had already arrived in front of the main building. In front of the main building, a long row of old people dressed in festive costumes stood on a high platform. As soon as Lin Su and others arrived, the tokens in their hands were drawn, and they all went to the front of the platform and sat down , while the rest of the followers without tokens, sat on the promenade.

Numerous beautiful maids shuttled back and forth, delivering fragrant tea to all distinguished guests.

An old man on the high platform took three steps, and a literati saluted: "Old Elder Jiang Hao of Muye Villa, on behalf of the head of the family, I would like to thank all the distinguished guests. Thank you for coming from afar, and thank you for your importance to our village!"

Everyone below stood up and bowed in return.

The great elder said: "Today's grand meeting, all distinguished guests already know that it is the meeting for the fourth lady of the villa to choose her son-in-law. Our fourth lady of the village is a person in the middle of practice, and her cultivation has reached the level of heaven and earth. Chess, calligraphy and painting are all fine, with lofty aspirations, not in the cliché, insisting on being able to choose a son-in-law, the owner of the villa knows his love for his granddaughter, so he obeys his wish..."

After some introduction, everyone's hearts were shocked.

In fact, they all know that Muye Villa is the headquarters of the military family. The military family was originally one of the holy families. Wenlu realm or literary world.

However, now the Great Elder told them that Miss Jiang Si is a person on the path of cultivation, and has already cultivated to the realm of heavenly law.

It was beyond their expectations.

But it also seems reasonable.

Because Muye Villa is clearly not a Bingsheng Holy Family, and it does not enjoy the ranks granted by the temple. It is impossible for its daughters to obtain ranks.

The temple closed the door for Miss Jiang Si to enter the literary way.

She actually opened the window on the path of practice, and went directly to Xiangtianfadi, which is a cultivation level comparable to that of the literary world!
Such a woman is truly amazing.

The Great Elder changed the subject: "Today the house is full of guests and heroes, but the Fourth Miss can only choose one of them. Therefore, the villa has set up two checkpoints. Only those who can pass this checkpoint can enter the Fourth Miss's eyes. Three passes, I will meet you all, personally choose a husband and son-in-law, and take care of him for life, I hope you will be tolerant of the contempt of the villa..."

Bow again.

Everyone saluted again...

You have to pass two tests first, and then you are eligible to enter the hall and get the qualification for the Fourth Miss to personally test.

These two levels are not difficult in theory...

After all, it shouldn't be too difficult for anyone to enter the hall...

However, as soon as the rules of the first level were announced, everyone's hearts jumped...

Only those who write a poem or a poem and get silver light or above can enter the second level!
Writing poems is brilliant, in Lin Su's dictionary it is pure writing collapse, but you can't say it is not difficult, it is actually extremely difficult!
It is necessary to know that Lin Jialiang, Lin Su’s second elder brother, before Lin Su appeared, wrote the best poems, which were nothing more than white light poems, and he wrote them out of a sudden inspiration. He was also included in the song because of this white light poem Ten show in the state.

That's white light!

That is Da Cang Quzhou, a land of literary talent and elegance!
In the burial place where the culture is not prosperous, a poem of white light will be sung in a city, let alone silver light?
What's more, it was written in a hurry?

What's more, it's still a proposition?

As soon as this topic came up, at least a dozen people in Lin Su's team had different expressions. Although they claimed to be literary geniuses, and most of them had written silver light poems or even golden light poems, they wrote a silver light poem in a hurry. Poetry, for them, depends on luck...

Eighteen maids passed by one left and one right, and under each token, a piece of white paper, a pen, and an inkstone were placed.

All are ordinary pen, ink and paper, that is to say, no matter what kind of poems you write, you will not have the vision of writing in the first place, so as not to disturb others.

In the end, under the Wenbao, everyone recited the poems and chapters of each person in public, and the grade of the poems naturally appeared.

The long wind is hunting, and the white clouds are long.

In the thousand-year-old manor, 73 young men in long gowns, holding writing brushes, with white paper splashing in front of them.

However, everyone was a little nervous.

For those who are not particularly accomplished in poetry, please don't be too biased in the topics you ask from your heart. At least let them write silver poems, and don't be eliminated at the first meeting.

People with deep knowledge in poetry are also nervous, because they regard this move as an opportunity to gain fame and gain power. They hope that they can beat the crowd of sages, but no one knows who the people who come are.

There are probably only three or five people who are really not nervous. The seventh prince has a temperament based on his long-term high position. Chu Sanzui probably drank too much. Yan Qing probably has such a kind of debauchery in his bones. Confidence, as for Lin Su, he is probably out of his mind...

How little does he understand...

My name was not revealed, so I just stood in the examination room?It's not so convenient for me to take part in Xiasanluan's broken country test. At least they have to check your real name and surname, and at least they have a qualification comparison for the quasi-participation.

I didn't even report my name.

No one asked about the pseudonym Su San.

Just give me a pen and paper and let me compete?

Excuse me, are you a bit of a "tiger", or do you have another article?
The Great Elder smiled and said: "This time I am recruiting relatives, so I need to know something about you. It is better to show yourself than to make a side note. Please write a poem and show it to yourself!"

Here comes the title, a poem of self-disclosure!

What is self-disclosure is self-introduction.

Introduce what kind of person you are and what kind of background you have.

This introduction is unique and very targeted. However, people are under pressure. Literati, of course, cannot avoid self-introduction. Almost everyone has self-deprecating and self-deprecating sentences. However, these good sentences are mostly jokes. When a poetry party gathers, a casual chanting can also change people's smiles. How can you be in the hall of elegance?How to turn it into a complete poem and win the glory of literature and Taoism?

The Great Elder asked a question, as expected——to get to know you better, you need to introduce yourself.

But it was unexpected—because the introduction must be poetry, and the poetry itself needs to reach the level of silver light poetry.

Playing this hand is called high-end!

"Interesting and interesting, can I start writing?" Zhuge Qingfeng laughed.

Only he can laugh.

The Great Elder smiled faintly: "The timer starts, the limit is a quarter of an hour!"

All the students raised their heads together, looked up at the sky and began to think...

Only one person, Zhuge Qingfeng, started to write without seeming to even think about it.

In an attic in the distance, a woman in white has eyes like autumn water, and the water flows eastward. As far as her eyes can see, this is the world. A waiter in Tsing Yi next to her said softly: "Miss, look, that Zhuge Qingfeng actually wrote directly!" , if it still shines this time, I don't think Miss should think of others."

The lady smiled lightly: "It's interesting!"

"You think he's interesting too?" The girl was a little excited.

The young lady said: "Zhuge Qingfeng is indeed quite interesting. His writing is successful, he is successful in cultivating the Tao, and he can achieve such accomplishments in both literature and Taoism. However, he is not the only one who is interesting!"

"Who else?"

"Zhang Xiushui from the Southern Region, Li Yangchun from the Northern Region, Wang Yiwen from the Western Region, and that man, who is this young man in purple next to Zhuge Qingfeng?"

The lady randomly selected four people, and the girl's eyes widened: "Miss, why do you pay attention to Zhang Xiushui, Li Yangchun and Wang Yiwen? It's a far cry from that."

The young lady smiled lightly: "I have taught you before, you can know the big things by seeing the small things... These three people are indeed inferior to these people in terms of reputation and status alone, but they came from defeating the original token holders." .”

The tokens, issued by Muye Villa, are only issued to the major families. The major families determine the participants in the first round, and these three people are not among them. However, they defeated the members determined by the family, stood out, and got the tokens. What does it mean? ?First, these three people are strong enough, even without the support of the family, they can still win by their own strength; second, these three people are decisive enough to act, brave and promising, and dare to think and do.

The girl seemed to understand but half understood: "Miss knows everything from small details, and the whole family knows it. Miss said that they have strength, so it must be true, but what about the fourth person? Is it because he is the most beautiful?"

The lady put her finger on the girl's forehead lightly, and smiled: "You little girl, you think me too shallowly. Although his appearance is the crown of all sages, these are not enough to attract my attention. I pay attention to it." What is more important is: does the person who came with him know who she is?"

"Who?" The girl didn't understand.

"Jia Xianyao, the saint of the peasant family!" The young lady said, "I can make the saint of the peasant family wear the maid's attire and follow the people around me, I can't imagine who it would be!"

……

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the half-time people had already started writing.

Lin Su finally started to write too. Once he moved the pen, he quickly closed it.

When half a quarter of an hour was up, the papers in front of everyone were turned over, and the time for writing poems was over, and the verification period began.

Zhuge Qingfeng cast his eyes to the left: "The prodigal son Yanqing, is it?"

"Yan Qing is Yan Qing, what is a prodigal son?" Yan Qing glanced at him lazily.

"Prodigal sons, their minds are wandering, and their hearts are not yet settled. How can people be settled?"

Yan Qing laughed: "Your Excellency's words are novel, but a man is established in the world, his studies are always excellent, his career is always new, and his sacred heart is moving forward step by step. What's wrong?"

"Sure! Your studies are wandering every day, and you are always new and no one says you are wrong." Zhuge Qingfeng smiled and said: "It's just that you participated in today's recruiting, in my opinion, it is quite inappropriate."

Yan Qing raised her eyebrows and said, "What do you mean?"

Zhuge Qingfeng said: "You used to mess around with innocence and dislike people's innocence. I'm afraid the lady of Muye Villa will also have some concerns. Will you repeat the old tricks in Muye Villa..."

Yan Qing's face darkened...

Because Zhuge Qingfeng hit one of his sore spots, he thought that the other party's broken flower was ruined when he was chasing the oiran back then. It was quite a pleasure to do this, and there was a kind of pleasure of "you looked down on me back then, but today I will make you regret it" However, all kinds of evaluation afterwards made him feel ashamed.

Today is a relative meeting, and I am very sensitive about this kind of thing.

Especially men and women.

Yan Qing could play tricks on the innocent oiran in the past, so will she do it again on the lady of Muye Villa?
Value you first, then insult you...

Sacred incense curls up, light up!
Lin Su looked at this holy incense, like looking at the bastard in the pool next door...

how to say?

The holy incense, at least in Lin Su's heart, has gone through a few rounds of twists and turns. At the beginning, he had infinite respect for this holy incense, because in his limited experience, this holy incense is unparalleled.

But later, as the mysterious veil of the temple was gradually lifted in front of him, Shengxiang also slowly changed his appearance in front of him.

Especially after stepping into the state of burial and knowing about the military family, he felt that there was endless dirt behind the holy incense.

However, in any case, this thing is quite reliable at the level of testing poetry.

About the grade of the poems, no matter what, it will not affect the rule of the temple, so, on this side issue, it is fair.

That's enough...

The Great Elder walked to the front of the team and read the first poem...

"The Heishan family in the depths of Heishan, with a tree in the setting sun and half a tree of flowers, a poor family in Kyoto for ten years, and now a seal in Nanhua." The inscription is Li Ruoming, the prefect of Nanhua.

After the poem was read, white light floated, extremely intense, with a faint silver edge.

Everyone stared at the Great Elder...

The Great Elder sighed softly: "Master Li, the magistrate of Nanhua, it's really rare to write a self-proclaimed poem to describe his counterattack. However, the poem is only a half-step silver light. According to the rules, Master Li can go back!"

The first contestant, the dignified magistrate, was eliminated by half a step!

This person covered his face and rose straight into the sky.

The second person: ""Butterfly Love Flower" Liu Feng's house deep in the white clouds, the fleeting years are like water, the ink is full of youth, thirty generals in the war of thousands of years, the green warbler on the flag and the flower on the top..."

After reading the words, the silver light shone and passed the test smoothly.

Contestant No.2 smiled and bowed in thanks!The name of this person is Wang Yibo, he was born in the royal family, he is brave and invincible, and has made countless achievements. It is true that there are blue orioles on the flag and blue and white flowers on the top.This time when he received the invitation card from Muye Mountain Villa, the clan originally confirmed that it was his elder brother, but Wang Yibo bravely stood up and said that the elder brother is better than the classics, and his poetic attainment is still inexperienced. After many discussions, all the children of the younger generation were finally gathered together for a competition of writing and Taoism. Wang Yibo beat his brothers and won the order.

This time, he has made enemies from all directions in the family, and he is also under tremendous pressure.

If he can't pass the first level, he will face ridicule and ridicule when he returns home. Fortunately, he passed.

No.3 Contestant: "On the bank of Lishan Mountain, Gujiang flows, and Moshe is chasing endlessly..."

silver light!

Pass!

Contestant No.4: "Why did Chunfeng ask the name? Is Liuyun just a comment from everyone..."

He has initially shown his wild side, which means that the origin and name are not important at all. In a sense, it is an implicit counterattack against the competition used to determine the winner or loser.

As long as his poems are written in a silver light, the organizers of this kind of wildness will have to listen to them, but when his writing collapses, the poems are just a faint smear of white light.

Kung fu in one breath, more than ten poems.

As far as poetry alone is concerned, it is really eye-opening. Every poem has its own advantages. Except for one poem without holy light, the rest of the poems have holy light, either white or silver. The silver stays.

After reading the poems of 17 people, eight left and nine remained. (end of this chapter)