Great Blue Night Watchman

Madam, I... came here for your son today. The son wrote two colorful poems yesterday. The poetry is like a holy teaching and cannot be buried. However, after all, he has not received the guidance of a famous teacher. The road to scientific examination is still difficult. I am not talented. I hope Give me some directions.

Mother Lin almost fainted with joy. She knew that her son was talented in poetry, but she also knew how difficult the scientific examination was. That's why she was so eager to exploit her second son and made it clear that in three years' time, if he failed the provincial examination, , take you to ask.

Although her second son was helping her wholeheartedly, and her third son had a higher starting point than ordinary people, her third son was still just a scholar after all. She thought about it for half the night last night, hoping to find a better teacher for her third son, such as a scholar.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, a famous person from all over the world came!

A true celebrity in the world!

Mr. Baoshan is a Jinshi!

Have a literary heart!

Such a person is more than a hundred times more powerful than Juren who possesses Wenshan?

With the current financial resources and status of the Lin family, they are simply not worthy of anyone with a literary heart, and they cannot even talk to him. However, Mr. Baoshan came straight to the point and took the initiative to accept Saburo.

Ancestors, look at it, the Lin family is really full of happy events...

Sanlang, come here quickly and meet your mentor!

Lin Su took one step forward and came to his mother. He said respectfully, Mom, Mr. Baoshan, a famous celebrity in the world, has always been informal. Mr. Baoshan, don't you think so?

Mr. Baoshan looked at him with a smile, noncommittal.

Mother Lin was anxious. Why couldn't this stupid son wake up? Why don’t you get down on your knees quickly? Let’s talk about cooking the uncooked rice into cooked rice?

Lin Su stretched out his hand directly: Mr. Baoshan, I have made some fresh food. Come and try it...

This time Baoshan finally lost Yun Dan Fengqing and was pulled away by him...

Drinkers are often also foodies. This is the conclusion Lin Su brought from that world.

The conclusion is valid!

If Baoshan had never tasted a steamed bun, he probably wouldn't be attracted to his food. The problem is that if he tasted it, the taste would be incomparable. How about fresh food? With just this sentence, his attention was completely diverted...

He ate eight out of ten buns!

And one by one, Lin Su was speechless. Are you a literary genius from the human race, or a demon race? Is this mouth too big?

He ate three bowls of noodles!

He put down the last half bowl of noodles. He couldn't eat anymore, right?

No, he took out the wine bottle.

Lin Su couldn't help it: Mr. Baoshan, do you drink it in the morning?

With such delicious food, how can we not have wine?

Baoshan picked up the cup Lin Su was drinking tea from, poured it out with a whoosh, and poured the wine in the pot into the cup. The pot didn't look big, but after pouring three cups in a row, the mouth of the pot was still the same as when he started pouring. Keep the same incline.

This is strange.

Baoshan noticed his gaze and smiled slightly: The treasure of literature and art contains the universe. The wine in my jug used to be three hundred kilograms, but now I only have ten kilograms left. No one can drink from me. Half a glass!”

Take a sip of wine and eat a sip of noodles. It’s like having noodles with wine. The more you drink, the more delicious it becomes.

Sir, please taste the wine first as a token of respect! Lin Jialiang held up the cup, took a sip, and shouted: Good wine! This wine is the best of all the wines I have tasted in my life!

Baoshan looked at him with a strange expression, and his eyes fell on Lin Su's face: You should try it too!

Lin Su imitated his brother's example, held up the wine glass, and took a sip. The expression on his face was very strange. This was completely different from wine. The alcohol content was much higher than wine, but why didn't it have the aroma of wine? Instead, it smells weird? Is this called good wine? Isn't this obviously fake wine mixed with alcohol in modern society? There's cold water, holy shit! You old man is so awesome, you brought 300 kilograms of low-quality fake wine with you and drank only ten kilograms of it, and you're still alive?

How is it? Baoshan held up the wine glass and asked lightly, with a very Versailles temperament.

It's different from... wine!

That's natural. How can my strong wine be compared to the wine of old man Ding Hai? Fruit wine is only a woman's wine, but this wine is a strong wine for men!

That's true, that wine, it's still a compliment to say it's a woman's wine, it's just sour plum soup...

Ha ha ha ha……

Holding the mountain and looking up to the sky, he smiled with high spirits. Suddenly his smile dropped: Do you feel poetic after drinking this wine?

have! I want to write a poem against counterfeiting...

Of course, Lin Su couldn't say this out loud. I was still paying close attention to this place. It would be bad if the old man flipped the table.

Lin Su hesitated for a moment: Mr. Baoshan, do you really like the poem about wine?

It's natural! It's known to the whole world that Mr. Baoshan only likes to drink food in his life, and he also likes to drink and write poems. His second brother interjected. At this moment, he also hoped that his third brother would like him.

Mr. Baoshan said: What Mr. Jialiang said is true. I do like the things in the cup, and I like the poetry in the wine. But do you know why I like it?

Why?

Does an alcoholic need a reason?

Lin Su frowned...

Lin Jialiang doesn't understand either.

Do you know what my Wengen is? It's really interesting. My Wengen looks like this...

He picked up the wine bottle on the table.

Lin Su's eyes widened, C! Your Wengen is actually a hip flask?

I said my own Wengen is already weird, but yours is even weirder?

My literary roots are not of the highest grade. Those who are not of the highest grade are hard to find in the extreme realm! Mr. Baoshan said: I have been at the pinnacle of literary heart for ten years, but I cannot get a glimpse of the secrets of the extreme realm.

Lin Su's eyes flashed: Do I need to gain enlightenment?

Enlightenment? Although these words are new, they are also appropriate. Baoshan said: In the past, Deng Xianchu was watching a strange painting from outside the world, and he was inspired to set foot in the extreme realm. He took painting as his literary root, and finally used painting to enter the Tao. Is it similar to a monk’s enlightenment?”

Deng Xianchu's literary root is painting. When he finds a good painting, he reaches the extreme level.

The old man Baoshan takes the wine pot as his root, so...

Lin Su pondered for a moment: So, you want me to write a wine poem for you because you want to understand some new artistic conception from the poem?

I got your poem yesterday. I watched it in the middle of the night, and I felt that the bottleneck of not having any movement in ten years has been loosened. It is really a strange thing for the ages.

Therefore, he came here today, hoping to get more poems to help him reach the ultimate state of literary mind.

The Wenxin Ultimate Realm is a very special level. Although overall it is still a small level in the Wenxin class, it has hindered the vast majority of literary masters.

The so-called literary mind is easy to find, but extreme circumstances are hard to find.

The extreme realm is more like a qualification test. Only after passing the extreme realm can you be qualified to step into the literary path. What is the literary path? It is your own path!

There are many people in the world who have a literary mind, but only one in ten can create a literary path. It is the mysterious level of the extreme realm that blocks more than 90% of people.

After enlightenment, Lin Su had to admit that he didn't understand at all, but he did understand that poetry could produce poetic meaning. With this illusory poetic meaning, could he unlock the literary realm of the top masters? Why is it so unreliable?

While Lin Su was deep in thought, Mr. Baoshan was sipping the wine, seemingly unconcerned, but from the way he drank, it could be seen that he actually cared very much, because he didn't make any sound while drinking. Normally, he would drink three feet away. You can hear the gurgling sound...

Lin Su slowly raised his head: Mr. Baoshan, have you ever thought about another possibility?

What?

“Maybe what you need is not wine poetry, but really good wine.”

His Wengen is too weird, like a wine pot, and the Wen Dao Ultimate Realm, as the name suggests, is to make the whole body reach a perfect state. How can it be perfect if there is only a wine pot and no good wine?

Mr. Baoshan said: I naturally know this, so in the past ten years, I have visited all over the world, and the wine in front of me flows from the Holy Land of the Monster Clan.

Lin Jialiang said: It is said that the Holy Land of Yaochi in the West contains the real nectar of heaven and earth. I wonder if you have asked for it.

I've been there three times, but couldn't get in all three times. But with the help of an old friend, I was lucky enough to taste it once. But it was just a monk's wine. It was full of wonders from heaven and earth. It was more about improving the monk's cultivation. , is not the same as wine in the world.”

After actually drinking it, Lin Jialiang was impressed. The path of a literary master was beyond his imagination. He no longer had any knowledge...

Lin Sudao: Give me some time, I'll brew some wine for you sir to try.

Lin Jialiang was surprised. He just said yesterday that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen, and a gentleman should stay away from the wine shop. Therefore, among the literati, who can make wine? Third brother, you haven’t even had a few drinks, how can you still make wine?

Mr. Baoshan’s eyes lit up: “You can also make wine?”

I know a little.

Can you brew a better wine than this demon clan's wine?

Lin Su held up the glass of wine and said, Mr. Baoshan, do you want to hear a very cruel word?

cruel?

Baoshan laughed loudly: Tell me about it!

Your demon clan's wine is, to put it mildly, not very good.

Baoshan's eyes bulged: Are you saying this politely? What if you're not polite?

To put it bluntly, this wine... is worse than the tea you poured out just now! I would rather drink ten pounds of tea than this glass of wine...

This is the truth.