Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 93

"Second brother, words are different from poems. The words used in words are not as elegant as poetry. The length of sentences is different, and the threshold is lower. effort……"

The Lin brothers closed the door to make up lessons in the room. They didn't know that a silk thread passed through the window without a sound, and Xiao Jiu opened his eyes wide under the flowers in a daze.

He is teaching his second brother to write lyrics.

He hasn't written it himself, but he speaks it decently. You should write one...

Lin Jialiang nodded and said: "Just like the butterfly love flower you wrote, every word is very common, but when combined, it has infinite meaning and rhyme. There are few willows blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world...It is so fresh and natural, and the meaning is endless. When I think about it now, I will fall into the artistic conception of your poem, and I can't jump out of it."

This is the truth, Die Lianhua is the pioneering ci work in this world, and Die Lianhua’s true debut is the pinnacle. When Lin Jialiang thinks of ci, he thinks of this song. Once he gets stuck in this song, he can’t get out. This is probably the case for everyone. A common predicament—the pioneering work is too successful, and others will be trapped in it and cannot get out.

The face of Xiaojiu outside suddenly changed, Die Lianhua?

"Butterfly Love Flower" was written by him?
really?
is this real?
That day, a mysterious person opened a new writing style with a song "Butterfly Love Flower". The singing of "Butterfly Love Flower" is indispensable at any gathering, and they have already discovered that this new style of writing is more suitable for singing than poetry, and it seems that it was born specifically for singing.

Who is this magical writer?It was also a mystery that people all over the world were struggling to pursue. Later, Deng Xianchu and Wuyueshan people went to the ancient country of Nanyang, and brought back the news that this butterfly love flower was created by a mysterious hermit "Nanchu Jushi" in the ancient country of Nanyang. The literati are infinitely sighing—the sighing of the flowers falling to other people's homes.

Fox women's love for poetry is deep in their bones. Although I heard that the Nanchu layman is 80 years old, there is still a fox girl who traveled thousands of miles to Nanyang to write a good story with this poet. The girl is the third princess—the third sister who wants to snatch it no matter what good things it is.

But why did Lin Jialiang say today, "The song "Butterfly Love Flower" written by you?"

Lin Su said: "Caught in the artistic conception of good words and can't get out... Well, that's true. Generally, beginners will have this problem. How about this, I will also open your mind. For example, the word card "Butterfly Love Flower", I will write another song for you, and you will understand after comparing it, there is a new way to open it from another angle..."

He picked up the pen, and the pen followed the dragon and the snake, and in an instant, it was another butterfly love flower...

Lin Jialiang's eyes were wide open, and he recited softly: "How deep is the courtyard, the willows are piled up with smoke, the curtains are countless, and the jade le carved saddles are wandering around, and the buildings are so tall that you can't see Zhangtai Road. The door is closed at dusk, there is no plan to stay in the spring, the tears ask the flowers without saying a word, and the chaotic red flies across the swing."

At the end of the poem, Lin Jialiang had tears in his eyes: "Third brother, if my mother reads this poem, I'm afraid she will cry again. Thinking back to March this spring, isn't it just rainy and windy, the door is closed at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring." ?”

The opening poem is Butterfly Love Flower, which is fresh and optimistic, and makes people sigh the boundless wonderland.

And this song Di Lian Hua is sad and sinking, and it is infinitely melancholy.

Different styles, each good at winning.

"Then watch this song again..."

Lin Su wrote again:

"Chrysanthemums worry about smoke and orchids weeping dew, curtains are cold, swallows fly away, the moon does not understand the pain of parting, the slanting light reaches the vermilion house, the west wind withered the green trees last night, I went up the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world, I want to send colored notes There is no ruler, but where are the mountains high and the water broad?"

Lin Jialiang was completely infatuated: "Mingyue doesn't understand the pain of parting, so she slanted to Xiaochuan Zhuhu... Third brother, the scientific examination is over, I want to go to the south to meet my elder brother."

"Okay, then we will go together!"

"I'm talking about next year! After the palace exam next year!"

"Okay! It's next year! You and I, as Jinshi, go to the battlefield to really help him out of the predicament..."

"Third brother, I understand what you mean! Don't worry, with your three wonderful poems as a foundation, I have gradually gained some knowledge. In the remaining few days, I will work hard to write lyrics, and you will correct them for me. I will try this time, and I will pass!"

The three poems, the first one is small and fresh, the second one is deeply sad, and the third one is sad but not sad. Each has its own artistic conception, but they are completely different, and the subject matter covers all aspects. Lin Jialiang really understands that flowers can bloom Ci, Moon can be used as Ci, Building can be used as Ci, Spring can be used as Ci, and Autumn can also be used as Ci, his mind is opened...

Lin Su walked out of the second brother's room, it was very strange that Xiao Jiu didn't come to pester him?

He glanced at Xiaojiu's door and walked towards Sister Chen's room. Sister Chen was not in the room, but Xiaoxue was. Xiaoxue told him that Sister Chen had gone to Boss Lin.

Lin Su went back to her room, and when she entered, she glanced at Xiao Jiu's door, why is she so obedient?Xiaojiu is quiet, she must be acting like a demon!

Want to see it?
Forget it, what if this girl hooks him again?Eating but not being able to eat, I want to eat when I smell it, it’s too tortured, I’d better go back to sleep, I haven’t slept well these days.

This night was the best night Lin Su slept since he entered Huichang. What he didn't know was that the three of them didn't sleep that night.

Lin Jialiang spent the whole night writing lyrics.

As for Xiao Jiu, she copied the three Die Lian Hua and held them in her palms for a whole night. She could see that her whole body exuded a charming radiance. Although she didn't drink alcohol, she seemed very drunk. Fortunately, Lin Su didn't come here. If he came, maybe Xiaojiu would really be impulsive and send himself to Qingtan Pass for three years...

And Sister Chen didn't sleep either. She made that kind of textile machinery overnight. Last night and now, she has made three of them. The three machines started at the same time, and pieces of five-meter-long cloth were magically transformed. Lin Xiang Tao is like in a dream.There are still ten days before the delivery date. According to this schedule, even if only these three machines are needed, it will be in time. When he delivers the five-foot cloth, it will be the time to announce the arrival of the textile industry earthquake.

The next day, when Lin Su got up, Lin Jialiang strode over and brought over his poems written all night. Lin Su picked them up and read them carefully. The level was quite low. Jumping out, however, as a new word writer, it is not bad.

Lin Su's own level of poetry is another matter, but the key is that his vision is too high, so he can easily find the shortcomings in Lin Jialiang's poems, and after pointing them out to Lin Jialiang, Lin Jialiang immediately improves them. So, throughout the day, Lin Jialiang was like a demon, chanting words in the yard. At night, the four poems that had been changed beyond recognition were presented to Lin Su again. Lin Su sighed: "Second brother, you !” Stretched out a thumb.

These four poems have been improved in all aspects, and they are already good, decent.

"Third brother, don't use it as a pastime for your brother. What's the next step?"

For his brother, Lin Jialiang really admired him.

When Lin Su wrote "Butterfly Love Flower. Baijiyuan" that day, he was thinking that such an exquisite word should only be obtained by chance. , the third younger brother wrote "Die Lian Hua. No plan to stay in spring", the artistic conception is definitely not under "Baiji Plain". ", Lin Jialiang likes the song "Only Going to a High Building" the most. In his opinion, Jian Zhen is better than "Bai Ji Yuan", the pioneering work of Ci Lu.

The third younger brother, who created the way of Ci, is already a Ci sect. Under the personal guidance of a generation of Ci sects, his scientific research should never fall on Ci!

This is his firm belief.

Therefore, he has to make up lessons comprehensively, and he can't lose face to his brother!
Lin Su pondered for a moment: "You have initially understood the key points of the words, the next step is to broaden the field of words, so that you can answer no matter what kind of topic is asked, let me give you a few key words, you Write a butterfly love flower for each key word."

He gave three keywords.

Homesickness, love, ambition...

On this day, Lin Jialiang suffered from the demon again and wrote three poems of Butterfly Love Flower. Lin Su pointed out his shortcomings, and then revised it again. Until late at night, the three poems basically passed the test...

The next day, Lin Jialiang got three new keywords...

On the third day, Lin Jialiang took three new keywords...

……

At the same time, the entire Huichang City set off a craze for words.

Almost all the examinees are writing lyrics day and night. For those who are already familiar with poetry, writing lyrics is actually not particularly difficult. The difficult thing is that they don't know the level of their lyrics at all. , Discussing and communicating with each other is basically asking blind people, and all they get is meaningless applause.

There are also some rich and noble families who write their own words on gold paper with precious pens, imagining that a holy light will appear, but unfortunately, there is no!This shows that they wrote words that the Temple considered worthless.But the temple doesn't tell you where your shortcomings are.

At this time, someone was in a hurry.

Spend a lot of money to hire high-ranking people.

Deng Manjiang, a great scholar of Baishui Academy, received seventy invitations, all of which were requests for corrections of his son's poems, and the price for one revision of a poem was as high as one hundred taels of gold.

Zhou Yunzhi, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites of the capital, invited Li Pingbo, a great Confucian at the Gongyuan Academy in the capital, to come to Huichang to instruct his nephew Zhou Liangcheng on his Ci poems. On the ground, kneeling to see, holding the poem with both hands, please take a look.

Li Pingbo only raised a word in his hand, and left through the air, landing at Zhou's house.

Zhou Liangcheng, with uncombed hair and unwashed face, was sitting on the gazebo muttering something. When Li Pingbo approached, he heard him mumbling: I am a waste...

Li Pingbo turned his face on the spot: "Although Lord Shangshu invites you, there are hidden cracks in the literary world, and you are mentally disturbed. How do you write lyrics? Farewell, old man!"

Zhou Luofu hurried to catch up. A maid next to him knelt down and lifted a huge tray of red cloth in her hand. The golden gold and dazzling jewels finally left behind his footsteps.

He circled around Zhou Liangcheng three times, and sighed a long time: "The old man can at most heal this son's literary wounds, let him reluctantly participate in this scientific examination, and for the next three days, he can only rest in peace and rest, and he must not think about sharpening his gun in front of the battle Otherwise, the root of the text will be broken, and there will be endless troubles!"

Zhou Luofu was overjoyed: "It's a blessing to be so, sir, please help me, the Zhou family also has a big thank you..."

Li Pingbo stayed at Zhou's house. When the sun was setting, he burned incense and bathed in foam. He raised his hand and wrote a long article in emptiness. This article is called "Qingping Sacrifice"...

The word 720 turned into golden light and shot between Zhou Liangcheng's eyebrows. Zhou Liangcheng's whole body was filled with golden light. The black line above the literary world slowly dissipated, and the cracks in the literary world slowly closed. In the early morning, the golden light on Zhou Liangcheng's body disappeared and he fell slowly.

Li Pingbo opened the door exhaustedly, and saw Zhou Luofu who looked hopeful: "Mr. Pingbo..."

Li Pingbo nodded lightly: "Fortunately, your son's injury has healed. It should not be a big problem to rest until the exam begins... I really don't know why your son is injured like this?"

Gritting his teeth, Zhou Luofu recounted what happened that day.

Li Pingbo nodded when he heard it: "That's right! This old man has also heard about him in the capital, and they all say that he is a genius of poetry and Taoism. The poems he wrote shock the world and weep ghosts and gods. There is no bottom line in the collusion of the monster race, how can such a violent person enter the holy way? Duke Zhou need not worry."

Zhou Luofu was overjoyed, and with a wave of his hand, another plate of gold was added!
All the bosses in the capital have made this assertion, no matter how good you Lin Su are, how far can you go?
Even if you pass the test this time, you won't even be able to enter the palace test!
Li Pingbo took his leave and left the Zhou Mansion. There was already a sedan chair waiting outside the door. He boarded the sedan chair, and the sedan chair soared into the sky. One circled and landed in a small private courtyard. In the small courtyard, a person knelt down to greet him: "Grandson!" Welcome Seventh Grandpa!"

Li Pingbo got off the sedan chair: "Ye Zhou, where does your Ci work come from?"

The young man in front was Li Yezhou, a science madman. He smiled and said, "Last night, a new poem by my grandson has been revealed."

"Good!" Li Pingbo was overjoyed.

Until now, he has never heard of anyone whose lyrics had a holy light. He never thought that his own grandson would actually have a holy light!
"Ye Zhou, for this scientific examination, you must win Huiyuan!"

"Grandson understands that this meeting is none other than me! This is an important task that I must fulfill as a descendant of the Li family."

Everyone in the world thinks that Li Yezhou is a madman in scientific research and insists on getting Huiyuan, but few people know why he is so paranoid.

There is only one reason for his paranoia, his surname is Li!
What happened to the surname Li?
Taoist sage is also surnamed Li.

His family was expelled from the Taoist orthodoxy 300 years ago, and has since been unable to claim to be the direct line of the Taoist.

To change this fate, the only way is to enter the temple through the main entrance and go to the Lingyan Pavilion to continue incense for the ancestors.

And the rule of the temple is: only the three elements must be united in order to be eligible to enter the temple through the main entrance.

What is ternary normalization?

Jieyuan, Huiyuan, champion!
He has obtained the rank of understanding Yuan, he needs the rank of Hui Yuan, if it is not for the promotion of Hui Yuan, even if he is the number one scholar in high school, he still cannot enter the temple through the main gate, and he cannot bring the Li family into the orthodoxy.

Therefore, he would rather delay the two terms, but also take the first place, and the Li family will devote all their efforts to help him
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(End of this chapter)