[Comprehensive] Shining like the sun and the moon

"It's not impossible."

Jia Mingsi was immediately excited: "Really?"

Tan Zhao pursed his lips: "Naturally."

Therefore, the young man who originally decided to stay in Chang'an City was forced to embark on the road to Hongfu Temple again. After all, how he got down, he should go up, which is very reasonable.

"Why do you want to come back?"

After lunch, Jia Mingsi received the news that Mrs. Chen had brought Mrs. Chen back to Chang'an City. Although there were still official missions left in Hongfu Temple, there were not many people left.

Although he didn't know what to do, it obviously meant that the murderer was no longer in the temple.

"Find someone to meet that Qian Langjun together."

"Who are you looking for?"

It is natural to find monk Xuanzang who has already mastered the sixth sense. Young monks are not so busy in the temple, especially when lay relatives come to see each other.

"Uncle, why did you come to see each other?"

"I'm here to ask you a favor, can you go down the mountain?"

"It is possible." Buddhist practice is everywhere, and there is no rule that it must be in a temple.

Xuanzang was indifferent, but he was obsessed with Buddhism. He was compassionate, and when he heard that he was looking for him to identify the smell, he immediately followed Tan Zhao down the mountain.

Of course, this time going down the mountain, there is no "Tengyun Ladder" to sit on, and Jia Mingsi showed obvious regret on his face.

Tan Zhao pretended not to see it, and returned to Chang'an just before sunset.

Yan Xie said that he would make an appointment with Qian Jin, and Tan Zhao naturally had no doubts. Although the Yan family was not a noble family, they actually had a very wide network of people who were engaged in water transportation, and there were many friends from various religions and schools. Tan Zhaogang returned to the city not long ago. Yan Mei sent someone over.

"So fast?" Jia Mingsi couldn't help being surprised.

Qian Jin's temperament, at best, is eager to learn and persistent, at worst, he is paranoid and aloof. When he entered the Imperial College, he had a few friends because of his family's title. Now two or three years have passed, and even these few friends who meet with him there is none left.

On weekdays, he either reads in the library of the Guozijian, or studies at home, does not participate in group activities, and has no entertainment hobbies. He lives like an ascetic, but he has not seen much improvement in his studies.

Just like what Jia Mingsi said, Qian Jin's rise started from that school Cuju match.

Qian Jin suddenly changed her two-point and one-line life, filled in the vacancy of a sick classmate, galloped on the field and scored goals, and was actually three points sharper than the best Cuju player in Chang'an City.

"Someone asked him at that time, and I still remember his triumphant and disdainful look at that time!" When Yan Mei mentioned Qian Jin, she had a look of disgust.

"proud?"

"On the surface, I am modest, and I said that I didn't expect it to be so simple to play casually, but in fact, I act like someone didn't see it!" If you can read Guozijian, even if you come in under the cover, you are not a fool.

... This is forced to pretend, yes.

System: Can't compare to you as the host, if he was born in front of you, he is a scumbag.

[You suddenly blow rainbow farts, I am suddenly not used to it. ]

...it's irony!Learn about irony!

But obviously Tan Zhao didn't want to know, he felt that he could bear this praise, so he accepted it with peace of mind, turned around and whispered to his cheap nephew: "Let's pay attention to Qian Jin later, well, that's it .”

Yan Mei is a very social person, he doesn't need to show up, he finds someone to save a game, and finds a restaurant under his name to hold a poetry meeting. Tonight, there is a small lantern festival in Chang'an City. This Chang'an Night and poetry are naturally standard.

Such a good opportunity to show off, the "talented" Qian Jin is naturally unwilling to be lonely.

This is like a person who has been poor for a long time and suddenly becomes rich. It is a reason why he always wants to show off his wealth to others.

Qian Jin's appearance is ordinary, the kind of embarrassing person who has been searching for a long time and may not be able to find it. Recently, he is proud of the spring breeze, with a spring breeze on his face, a folding fan in his hand, and an autumn green round-neck brocade jacket with a ring around his waist. Ding dong, um, it's simply... an aesthetic disaster.

"...He is so dark, how could he have the courage to wear this color?" Jia Mingsi couldn't hold back, and complained.

"Probably because he was worried that others would not see him at night." Yan Mei spoke with a very poisonous mouth.

"..." Okay, okay, I know that you two have a deep hatred.

There are already many people gathered below, Chang'an is a very romantic city, half of the city is written with pen and ink and poetry, and literati and inkmen will naturally gather here when they hear that there is a poetry meeting.

This is not only a good opportunity to show off, but also a good platform to show your talents and win the eyes of noble people.

"Learn literary and martial arts, and be as good as the imperial family", this is the pursuit of every scholar, and Qian Jin is no exception, his eyes are shining, obviously with 12 points of confidence.

Before the poem bureau started, he seemed to have predicted the result, as if he was the one who won the first prize.

Tan Zhao is a cultivator who sees things in the dark as in the daytime, so naturally he will not miss the expression on Qian Jin's face, let alone Mrs. Chen's eyes, this person is not a good match.

"You Guozijian, is the recruitment standard so low now?"

Yan Mei fell silent at the right time, because he also agreed with it very much.

"How?" Tan Zhao turned his head and whispered to the young monk sitting by the window chanting sutras.

Hearing this, the young monk stopped his hand to move the beads, and shook his head: "It's too far away, there's not even a trace."

Tan Zhao himself didn't feel anything, but felt that Qian Jin had a slight sense of disobedience. As for the evil spirit, he didn't have the slightest bit of evil spirit: "If not, shall we go to the poetry meeting?"

Xuanzang issued a soul torture: "Can uncle be good at writing poems?"

"..." This cheap nephew seems to be unacceptable, can you stop making trouble like this, can't compose poetry, can't you go to attend and study?

Of course, Tan Zhao can actually compose poems. What’s more, he is also a person who has passed the imperial examination. The imperial examinations of the Song and Ming dynasties required students to compose poems, especially for the Luming Banquet. Hard requirements.

But compared with the poets of the Tang Dynasty with his meager poetic ability, well, he is still very self-aware.

"It's not stipulated that you have to write poetry when you enter the venue, right?"

Yan Mei raised her hand at the right time: "It is necessary to enter the hall."

The two dudes in the dandy world fell silent.

But in the end, the four of them entered the venue very smoothly. After all, this is the place of the Yan family. Of course, it is very reasonable for the young master to bring a few people in.

"How is it?"

The shopkeeper briefly explained the situation, saying that there are only six talents on the field to compete.

"Wait a minute, take this note down, say it's the last game, and write a poem based on it, just say that..." Yan Mei handed over the topics and poems she had prepared in advance to the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper's wishes were all natural. It should be, and went down with a note.

Qian Jin was naturally one of the six, and his poems were also presented.

Although Tan's writing is not very good, he can read it: "Good poems and good sentences, but the style has changed a bit."

Xuanzang frowned slightly when he saw the pen and ink that hadn't been completely dried.

"Scholar Qian really wrote such beautiful poems? Didn't he stay at home all day?" Jia Mingsi's eyes widened.

Yan Mei thought of her inexplicably changed article, and couldn't help showing a sarcasm: "It can't be said that our talented man is wandering in Chang'an at night."

Just in time, the shopkeeper revealed the title of the last game "climbing high" below.

The topic of ascending the heights is very simple, but a simple topic means that it is very difficult to be successful. The six people on the stage were thinking hard, but the shopkeeper suddenly took out a pair of poems and hung them in the hall, saying that the poem was written by the person who wrote the poem. As long as anyone writes more poems than this poem, he will be considered the top poem tonight.

This is different from the agreement, but there are no rules about poetry.

The crowd gathered around and read the hanging poems, all of them mesmerized, saying bluntly that the poetic mood is excellent, which makes people open-minded and strive hard.

The self-confidence on Qian Jin's face suddenly fell silent, but soon a force burst out from him.

Tan Zhao and Xuanzang stood up together almost at the moment when this force rose. They glanced at each other, pushed the other two down, and walked downstairs quickly.

But at this moment on the stage, the strength has gradually emerged in its original form.

Tan Zhao has the Chaos Orb on his body, and Xuanzang is just a mortal at this moment. When they landed, this force bypassed them without any awareness. Know.

After just a few breaths, Tan Zhao raised his head again, and the poem hanging in the hall had changed its appearance. What artistic conception, what kind of heart, it was just a popular rhyme that any scholar who came here could compose it.

Tan Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a rare expression of disgust.

Qian Jin, who was originally worried, raised his brows suddenly. While the other five talented scholars were still deliberating on their words, he took a step forward and read out a seven-character quatrain.

This seven-character quatrain has an excellent artistic conception, bold and fresh words, it is really a superb work, isn't it just the one hanging in the hall just now.

After Qian Jin finished this poem, the house was full of applause and applause, and the other five talents showed signs of despair.

This scene is weird and real, what is unreal, what is real, the lights are hidden, the world is lively, everything just now, no one present seems to think it is wrong.

Qian Jin was sought after by others, and his face was beaming with joy. He spoke modestly, and when he explained the poem, he even paraphrased the words of a literati who commented on the poem just now.

Tan Zhao immediately had a good understanding of his thick skin.

The young monk also fell into silence. He stood in a secluded place, watching the commotion on the platform. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he probably would never have believed it.

But this is exactly what he saw with his own eyes and heard with his own ears. Human desires are horrific: "Benefactor Yin, in his heart lives a ferocious beast, Amitabha."

beast?It's a very appropriate adjective.

This is indeed not a demon, nor an evil, nor is it a monster of heaven and earth. This is a fierce beast that is infinitely magnified in people's hearts.