Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

"Li Yu's words!" Chen Luo looked at Yawen flashing in front of him, as if a vicissitudes and sadness appeared in his mind.

Wu Yan went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely Wutong deep courtyard was locked in Qingqiu.

The cutting is constant, the rationale is still chaotic, it is the sorrow of separation, and there is no ordinary taste in my heart.

In the previous life, the emperor in the word Chen Luo knew was similar to Zhao Ji, another literary and artistic all-rounder, Song Huizong. He could have been famous for centuries by his talent, but they were all emperors, which led to their tragic life.

Sure enough, no matter how high the starting point is, the same men are afraid of entering the wrong industry!

In comparison, Li Yu's fate in this world is mostly the same, but the ending is much better. When the barbarians invaded, Shenzhou, Shenzhou, and the southern peoples once formed several small courts, calling them kings but not emperors, and leading the family to continue to resist the barbarians, of which the Li Yu family was one of them.

At that time, there were monsters who took advantage of the situation to attack Xuan, and they broke Li Yu's Southern Tang regime and captured Li Yu. It was not until later that Daxuan swept the eight wastes and rescued Li Yu. At the same time, the manuscripts he wrote during his imprisonment were also circulated around the world, and were respected by scholars all over the world as "Ci Emperor".

"This question is a bit difficult!" Ge Daru was the first to speak, continuing their "through the question" chat, "The most difficult thing about the words of the emperor is not the artistic conception, but the charm."

"The charm that comes from the heart, but can be unmistakably expressed, is the reason why he is called the Emperor of Ci."

Li Daru nodded: "Especially this one. It's about separation, but it's not separation from friends, it's separation from past life for a long time!"

"I am separated from myself. This kind of worry is naturally different."

"It seems that no one has ever asked this question before!"

Lu Daru shook his head: "No, the old man has just searched his intestines and belly, it seems that only Li Qinglian's "white hair is three thousand feet, and fate is like a long" can barely match!"

Ge Daru nodded; "Yi An's layman's 'No Dao does not destroy the soul, the curtain rolls in the west wind, and the person is thinner than the yellow flower' is also a sentence."

"I secretly thought that 'the belt is gradually widening and I will never regret it, and I will make people haggard for Yixiao' is also a broken sentence." Li Daru said.

"This question is indeed a bit difficult." The three great Confucians nodded lightly.

...

In front of the city gate, all the students listened to the analysis of the great Confucian, and all of them looked solemn.

At the beginning, I only knew that this question was difficult, so everyone's direction was to ask the question every year, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult!

The Emperor Ci said that "the intestines are a knot of sorrow, and the heart is a fruit of exquisite clarity." His words are a link between the previous and the next, and the atmosphere is self-opening. Sure enough, not everyone can even write poetry.

"I'm afraid this fellow student is also difficult!" Some students said that there is no priority in learning, and the one who succeeds is the first. Chen Luo wrote a song "The most unstoppable in the world", which is enough to get most of the students present. Respect, and calling Yisheng brother is also a matter of course.

"Yeah! I'm afraid that the person from Dongcangcheng will come in person to connect it flawlessly!"

"Didn't you hear what the great Confucian said? It's not just the artistic conception, but the charm of the words. It's the sadness between yourself and yourself. I'm afraid Wuhou can't say that it will be completed!"

"Don't make any noise, don't make any noise, don't you see that little gentleman thinking?"

At this moment, Shi Lezhi felt a little more at ease.

That's reasonable.

It is a blessing to be able to write a masterpiece that has been handed down to the world, how can it be broken again.

What were you nervous about just now? That would be impossible.

He is not Wuhou Chenluo!

It seems that his attitude is lower, and he will be closer to this family in the name of exchange and exchange later.

That Miss Liu can always find out what's good about me, someone!

Thinking of this, Shi Lezhi calmed down a bit, and said to Chen Luo: "Brother Liu, this question is very difficult, it's okay if you can't solve it, you can enter the city with brother Wei later!"

When Chen Luo heard Shi Lezhi's words, he smiled lightly and said humbly, "Thank you Brother Shi, I want to give it a try."

After speaking, he looked at the carriage again: "Sixth sister, if I solve this problem, what reward will I get?"

Hearing Chen Luo's words, everyone looked at the carriage, but no human voice came from the carriage, only a frog croaked.

"Huh! (Don't think about it, you can see it!

Chen Luo smiled, he naturally knew that this was what Yun Siyao said in the car before. She was embarrassed to say it herself, and asked Jinguagua to help.

"I've broken this question!" Chen Luo turned around, the expression on his face instantly saddened, the whole person exuded an indescribable charm, and lifted the brush.

"Mr. started writing!"

"So fast! Shouldn't it be a slap in the face!"

"Don't make any noise, you'll know when you look at it."

At the same time, the three great Confucians on the city wall also focused their attention and looked at Chen Luo.

They were also curious about what kind of poems Chen Luo would write to break the question.

Hope they don't disappoint.

...

Chen Luo picked up the brush.

Life is hard, and the hardest thing is to be affectionate but to complain to the ruthless.

Life is hard, and the hardest thing is that things are like a dream, but you open your eyes.

Passionate and hateful since ancient times, the origin of good dreams is the easiest to wake up.

Chen Luo took a deep breath, raised his hand, and wrote—

Can Xue Ninghui draws the screen coldly, the falling plum flute has been updated three times, and no one is in the moonlight.

I am a melancholy guest in the world. I know what happened to you, and I am in tears. I recall my life in the sound of heartbroken.

When Chen Luo's last word fell, the words on the city wall suddenly trembled, and then a flower bud emerged from the font, and the flowers bloomed in an instant, and a scent filled the air.

"Walking a pen makes a flower!" This time, Shi Lezhi was the first to shout out. He rubbed his eyes, yes, it was a painting that made a flower!

This is a vision that the rhythm in the poem is too heavy, and it is enough to condense. The flowers in the poem are the condensation of the rhythm and rhythm in the poem.

If you pick one and send it to Mengtong, it will be of great benefit to her enlightenment.

In an instant, there was silence!

But then, there were exclamations!

"The problem is broken! The problem is broken!"

"A work of flowers! Little gentleman, I just had a child. It would be nice to send me a poem and flower!"

"Mr. Liu, there is a younger sister in my family who has entered the realm of writing at the age of ten. I will exchange Hanguang ink ingots for one to help her enter the realm of poetry!"

"Mr. Liu, I am the eldest son of the Zhou clan in Yunguang City, can this word be rubbed into a copy of the family's ancestry! I have an isolated copy of a great Confucian scholar who seeks the realm in my family. If you go to Yunguang City, you can borrow it from Mr. A day of reading!"

For a while there was a lot of noise at the city gate. At this time, Shi Lezhi was stunned, staring at the words of flowers without blinking.

"I am a melancholy guest in the world..."

After all, he was a little-known talent. At this time, Shi Lezhi still didn't understand that he was being teased.

This Liu brother is clearly a great talent!

Brother Liu said "don't blame" before, not because he was worried about holding him back, but because he apologized in advance.

Shi Lezhi recalled what he had said before, and his face suddenly felt hot.

He actually taught the other party the truth of poetry!

It's no wonder that Miss Liu must let Brother Liu break into the city!

This is to teach myself a lesson.

My father was right. If you don't come out and take a look, you will always be a frog at the bottom of the well no matter how much you read.

Thinking of this, Shi Lezhi gave a respectful salute to the carriage: "Xiaosheng has no eyes, it's abrupt."

Yun Siyao didn't answer, but Lang Feixian laughed: "It's okay, it's just a little game!"

"It's no shame to lose to my junior brother!"

"Little Junior Brother?" Shi Lezhi was taken aback, they were not a family!

So the identity is fake?

Shi Lezhi suddenly looked at Chen Luo in his heart: Brother Liu, who are you?

...

"Quiet!" The Wenchang Pavilion official felt a sense of pride in his heart, and the sound transmission suppressed the noise of the students outside the city gate, "The matter of poetry and flowers will be dealt with later."

After speaking, he looked at the three great Confucians again: "Three words please!"

The three great Confucians looked at each other with clear affection in their eyes and excitement on their faces.

I know who you are, but I won't say it!

Being able to judge the words of that person first is also an elegant thing that can be written into the family chronicle.

Li Daru was the first to speak: "The love that turns a thousand times is a sad and sad rhyme."

"This word describes the scenery on the top, Canxue, Ninghui, Luomei, Sanguang, Moonlight, these words create a cold and lonely scene, one person, one lamp, one snow and one month, as if it is right in front of you."

Lu Daru nodded: "Xiaque turned to writing love, I am a melancholy guest in the world. This sentence can be called a stroke from heaven. I was originally a guest in the world, but it is also a melancholy guest. Su Poxian said, 'This place where my heart is at ease is my hometown', This is uneasy, and it is naturally a guest."

"Not only that. The last sentence, Zhijun, is full of tears, not to talk to others, but to talk to yourself."

"I am a melancholy guest, and I am in tears. However, everything is only me."

"The last sentence, 'I remember my life in the heartbroken voice', really brought tears to my eyes. If you are alone, you can only be alone, and how lonely it is."

Lu Daru glared at the two of them.

You're all done, what can I say?

Lu Daru raised his eyes with a righteous look, and suddenly tears flickered in his eyes, and Lu Daru raised his hand to wipe the tears.

"This word is deeply rooted in my heart, and I can no longer comment on it!"

"Melancholy words in Qingning city, Huaying's green shirt on the city is wet!"

Ge Daru, whose full name is Ge Huaiying.

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar under the city gate.

I actually made Da Confucian cry!

What a poet!

At this time, Ge Daru laughed secretly in his heart.

In this way, as long as people say this poem, they can think of my comment!

Fight with me, you two are still a little tender.

The two great Confucians of this poem, Li and Lu, looked at Ge Daru in shock.

Play tricks! You don't talk about martial arts!

Bad old man is very bad!

Seeing that the two great Confucians had bad eyes, Ge Huaiying quickly changed the subject: "Master Wang, this word has been broken successfully!"

"Let's start the next question!"

...

The light above the city wall flickered, and soon, the third question emerged.

The students quieted down for a moment, and all looked at the third poem title—

"I sing the moon wandering, and my dancing shadows are messy. When I wake up, I have **** at the same time, and when I get drunk, I separate."

"It's Li Qinglian's poem!" The students began to discuss again, "These few lines are not as popular as the poem 'Raising a glass to invite the bright moon, and Yingcheng three people'."

"The difference between Xiongtai's words, the opening of this poem is 'a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without blind date', obviously drinking alone, Li Qinglian, but the month and the shadow as the object of drinking."

"In this case, isn't that the title of the poem?"

Shi Lezhi had also calmed down at this time, participated in the discussion, and said: "The most important thing in Qinglian's poem is the elusive spirit. This poem uses the moon as a friend and a friend as a companion. , which is a little more difficult than the previous question.”

Another student nodded: "Yes, the word emperor is rare, but there are always heroes in the word, such as Liu Jingzhuang, who can't lose the word emperor. But Su Poxian once said that poetry is a green lotus through the ages!"

"The title of this poem is the dashingness of Qinglian, the heroism of wine fairy, and the romance of moon shadow. It is like a picture of drinking under the moon, standing in front of my eyes!"

"How is this going to be linked? How can it be linked?"

Because of Shihua's matter, everyone was already standing on Chen Luo's point of view. At this time, they frowned and looked at Chen Luo.

Three poems, one is more difficult than the other, can this little gentleman still do it?

Chen Luo didn't panic, he turned around and smiled at Lang Feixian.

Brother Alian, not an outsider!

Poems of your own home!

Lang Feixian nodded towards Chen Luo~www.wuxiamtl.com~ with a wave of his hand, he threw a jug to Chen Luo.

Chen Luo took the jug, removed the cork, and took a few sips with his head up.

Good wine!

Wine is fire in water, and it can make one's heart warm!

Chen Luo abandoned his pen and drew his sword, and the tip of the sword was on top of the city wall.

Jingzhou has a lake, No. 800-mile Dongting;

Qu Yuan wrote poems and wrote nine songs of Mrs. Xiang.

Chen Luo waving his sword and writing poems——

The west wind blows the old Dongting waves, and all night Xiangjun has gray hair.

After being drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the stars are overwhelmed.

After writing, there was a crisp sound, the long sword collapsed, the sword body turned into wisps of debris like starlight shot into the poem, the sound of the mighty water rose out of thin air, the phantom of the galaxy on the city wall appeared, and a small boat could be seen in the distance. Waves come.

The world is hidden in the poem, so I use the poetry to draw the meaning of the painting!

Poetry, out!