Of course, one's own men must be protected by one's own family.
She put down the paper and said, "It's okay. Maybe I heard a few words from the senior in the door, and then added a complete one myself."
She is not only being modest, but also trying to lower expectations.
Lu Bai couldn't understand the classical Chinese, and anyone who made a slight mistake would be blinded. This would give him an excuse and room for maneuver if his timidity showed up on some occasion in the future.
"That's amazing." Luo Wang's biological mother murmured, "Others laugh at me because I'm crazy, but I laugh at others because they can't see through it - it takes a person of such a high standard to say this."
She put down the paper and said firmly: "Needless to say, with just this sentence, Lu Zhenfu will also take the first place and become the chief poet of the Qingming Poetry Society."
Lu Qing smiled happily and said nothing on the surface, but in his heart he felt that this poem was good and he didn't know where Lu Bai got it.
Did she know that Lu Bai didn't have the coolness of "If flowers and wine are compared to chariots and horses, he has to drive and I have nothing to do", and he couldn't write such a state of mind and such a poem.
She guessed that this poem might have been written on the waterfall.
The Taoist priest practicing on the waterfall definitely has such a transcendent state of mind and experience.
While Gu Qinghuan was meditating, King Luo's biological mother had already passed on this poem.
Different from the young talents gathered in front of it, almost all the people gathered here were family members of aristocratic families and officials. They were full of praise when they circulated the poem, and some of them even tried to talk matchmakers.
Lu Bai was a hot commodity in the capital, and many unmarried girls were watching him. It was not easy to meet Lu Qinghuan once. If he didn't take this opportunity to get closer, how long would he wait?
**
"The peach blossoms in the mountain temple are only half red, and the branches are already buzzing with bees. There is a slanting wind and a drizzle -" Wang Changkang considered it. He hadn't written poetry for a long time, but fortunately he often wrote plays, so this skill was not new to him.
However, he wanted to write a poem that could surpass Lu Bai's "Qingming", so he kept thinking about it and never put it to paper.
However, just when he was undecided about his move, news came from the outside, "Lu Bai wrote a poem at the Xishan Poetry Meeting. I heard that he outshone the talents of Xishan, and he has already determined that this poem is the best poet."
"It's Lu Bai again."
"A poem about the Qingming Festival has made the Beijing Poetry Society dare not use the Qingming Festival as its title. I don't know what this poem will be like. It's quite exciting."
"I wrote this poem just after the poetry meeting started. I must have prepared it in advance. It's boring. How can I compete with this poem?" Someone lost his pen and stopped writing.
"I want to see what good poems this country boy like him can write this time."
"Hey, what are you talking about? Miss Gu Si personally trained me. Even if I grew up among monsters, not to mention in the countryside, I'm no worse than you."
The talented people talked a lot.
But after King Kang took the copied poem, they stopped and pricked up their ears to listen.
I have to admit that they are all people who know how to write poetry. Lu Bai’s previous Qingming song shocked them, and they didn’t know what this one would be like.
Wang Changkang also withdrew his eyes from the peach blossom forest and looked at King Kang quietly.
When it comes to talent, he thinks he can't lose to anyone, even Lu Bai. He would like to see what Lu Bai writes.
King Kang glanced at the paper and narrowed his eyes, then handed the paper to the little eunuch beside him and asked him to read it.
This is what the little eunuch does exclusively.
He took the paper, cleared his throat and read aloud, "In Taohuawu, there is Peach Blossom Temple, and there is Peach Blossom Fairy in Peach Blossom Temple. Peach Blossom Fairy grows peach trees and picks peach blossoms for wine money——"
Wang Changkang frowned.
Just these two sentences, in plain Chinese without any modification, make a transcendental peach blossom fairy appear on the page, which shows the poet's skill.
Wang Changkang is a spiritual practitioner.
As a disciple of Liyuan, when he first entered Liyuan, he thought that he was facing some aloof and accomplished people, but after getting along with him for a long time, he realized that these people were also very vulgar.
It's just that their custom lies in practice.
In order to practice cultivation, they will fight for resources by any means, and even exchange bad words and fight.
At first, Wang Changkang was disappointed because this was not the practice he imagined. These people did not have a trace of fairy spirit at all. Later, Wang Changkang gradually integrated into them.
Because he knows that what people call practice is just seeking immortality, and seeking immortality is just coveting the world and refusing to close your eyes. Cultivation itself is an act of greed.
In this case, intrigues among practitioners have become natural.
Over time, even Wang Changkang forgot what he imagined a practitioner to look like. Until today, a poem by Lu Bai was pushed in front of him.
"Others laugh at me because I'm crazy, but when I laugh at them they can't see through it." Wang Changkang muttered, his heart full of appreciation, but after his hand subconsciously touched his cheek, Wang Changkang's face changed.
The shame and humiliation must be avenged!
It doesn't matter that Lu Bai has poetry, Wang Changkang will trample him under his feet and make him regret for what he has done.
Of course, there is no rush now.
Their drama bet has just begun.
However, it is still possible to write a poem that overshadows Lu Bai.
Therefore, Wang Changkang no longer paid attention to the exclamations, surprises and jealousies of King Kang and everyone present, but turned around and continued to look at the drizzle, the peach blossoms and fell into deep thought.
Compared with the romance of the mountains full of peach blossoms in the Imperial Mansion, Qinhuai in the drizzle has a unique charm.
A boat floats on the misty Qinhuai River.
The red girl danced gracefully to the music of the piano, standing on the bow of the boat in a red dress. Behind her were the drizzle falling, the smoked willows caged by the river, the green waves of the Qinhuai River, and the ducks floating on the river. They
In the ripples caused by the drizzle, sometimes they dive down to look for food, sometimes they flutter their feathers in the drizzle, causing more ripples.
Just one song, and the red girl's dance also stopped.
In an instant, the boat became quiet, leaving only the sound of drizzle, like a lover whispering softly in their ears, making everyone feel more affectionate towards the rain.
"good!"
After a while, everyone cheered loudly.
Miss Hong bowed and said, "Young masters, I have danced well now, and my morale has been improved by you. Now you have to look at your own abilities."
The young masters closed their fans and reassured Miss Hong, "Half of the talented people on the Qinhuai River are here today. Don't worry, Miss Hong, we will definitely be able to write an excellent poem."
By then, not only will the Red Mansion Poetry Society be famous, but the participants will also be remembered in the history books.
The title of the poem had already been chosen, and it was named Yanliu.
Just as everyone was about to pick up their pens to write, a awning boat quickly rowed over from the shore. A boy came out of the cabin and got onto the boat and handed a piece of paper to Miss Hong.
Miss Hong took it and looked at it, then said softly "Huh", lowered her head and read it carefully.
Everyone saw him silent and looked over together.
The young master of the Lu family asked: "Miss Hong, what's wrong? What masterpieces have come out of other poetry festivals? Read it to us soon."
Miss Hong said: "Master Lu is really clever. There was indeed an extraordinary poem produced at other poetry conferences. It may not be as good as the allusion and literary talent, but the artistic conception can be said to be otherworldly and impressive.
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When the red girl said this, everyone's curiosity was aroused.
When writing poetry, no matter how gorgeous the words are, if there is no artistic conception, everything is in vain.
They told Miss Hong to read it quickly,
Miss Hong didn't refuse. After scanning the poem, she read it softly. The first sentence at the beginning shocked people, "In Taohuawu, there is Peach Blossom Temple, and there is Peach Blossom Fairy in Peach Blossom Temple. Isn't this talking about Peach Blossom Temple?"
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After the poem was completely recited, all the young masters looked at each other. The young master of the Lu family increasingly believed that this poem was related to the Peach Blossom Temple.
How did Peach Blossom View fall apart in the first place?
It cannot be said that the disciples of Peach Blossom Temple were tired of fame and fortune, but at least they were not so enthusiastic about ascension and turned to find other ways to practice. Then they broke with Peach Blossom Temple and went to build Peach Blossom Temple in the deep mountains and forests.
This Taohua Temple song may be written about the mentality of these Taohua Temple Taoist priests.
Therefore, Mr. Lu said with certainty: "This poem must have been written by the Taoist priests of Taohua Temple. Unexpectedly, they appeared in the capital. However, they express their indifference to fame and fortune in their poems. In fact, this is not the case. Otherwise, they would not use this poem to
Didn’t the poetry festival become famous?”
All the gentlemen and talented men were deeply impressed after hearing this.
Miss Hong gave Mr. Lu a strange look, and then said, "Young Master Lu guessed wrong. This poem was still written by Lu Zhenfushi."
"What!" Mr. Lu was shocked.
The people present also started talking. While marveling at Lu Bai's talent, they suddenly realized, "They are also in vernacular. This poem has the same tune as the "Qingming" poem. It seems that it was indeed written by Lu Zhenfushi.
hand."
"This Lu Zhenfu envoy is going to sing a Qingming Festival song and a Peach Blossom Temple song. He is trying to steal the limelight."
As for Mr. Lu who guessed wrong.
He touched his nose and said harshly: "Although I guessed the name wrong, Li'er is good. This Lu Zhenfu is indifferent to fame and wealth, and at the same time he sits in the Zhenfu's seat and makes drastic reforms. He is a typical example of insincerity."
After that, he changed the topic and asked everyone to write poems quickly, "The title of our poem is different from this poem, so we must not be affected."
He could only change the topic.
Mr. Lu knows how powerful Lu Bai is and how he doesn't play by the rules.
Not to mention the difficulties he faced in the Red Mansion, the scene where Lu Bai slapped Wang Changkang, the head disciple of the Liyuan, in front of everyone, let him know that Lu Bai would not do anything because of his identity.
idea.
No matter who offends him, he will be punished.
Mr. Lu thinks that he is not on the same level as Lu Bai, so he'd better not get too carried away.
It's just that his suggestion is also very tasteless.
Although the title of the poem on Red Mansion is different from the title of the poem on Peach Blossom, the Qingming Poetry Club relies on poems to earn its reputation.
Now that Lu Bai's song "Peach Blossom Temple" is released, he is destined to be the only one in the limelight today.
In front of this song "Peach Blossom Temple Song", even if everyone writes about Liu's writing, it is too colorful, and it is difficult to compare with it.
After being greatly shocked, everyone was too lazy to write and started chatting among themselves.
**
Mo Wenquan also quickly received Lu Bai's poem from the poetry gathering organized by Du Xiaoxiao in the river house of Qin's house.
They didn't suffer a big blow, because none of them were good at doing things.
But this does not affect their appreciation of Lu Bai's poem.
"The fairy spirit of this poem is coming out. Hey, do you think this poem can be used for spiritual practice?" Shen Yan asked.
The transcendent and unrestrained nature in this poem, as well as the transparency of "Others laugh at me because I am too crazy, but I laugh at others who cannot see through it" are actually the artistic conception that Ban Xian Lou values most in his poetry practice. It is difficult to imagine this poem. Unable to practice.
Don't Wenquan can't agree on one thing.
Chen Xi felt that he had to ask the disciples of the Du family, "They have their backs to the Immortal Exile Tower. Maybe they know whether this poem can be practiced. If it can be practiced -"
He and Mo Wenquan looked at each other, their eyes full of horror, "Then the disciples behind Master Lu are too amazing."
If this poem can be practiced, it may mean that Lu Bai has a playbook that can be practiced. If so, Lu Bai already has the cultivation methods of the two major sects of Liyuan and Banxianlou.
This is also amazing.
You must know that the cultivation methods of the eight major sects are not taught to outsiders, and it is extremely difficult for people in the world to learn any of them.
Lu Bai has so many cultivation techniques in his hands, or in other words, the Immortal Sword Sect behind Lu Bai has such a terrifying background.
The key point is that although these cultivation methods are the same as those of the eight major sects, the exercises are independent and different from each other - take this song "Peach Blossom Temple Song" as an example. No one has heard of it, has never seen it, and is definitely not in the Immortal Tower. of.
This is terrible.
Of course, the premise is that what is expressed in this song "Peach Blossom Temple"
Fortunately, they didn't know that Lu Baigang had just provided Miss Bai of the piano shop with a copy of the music score of "Ambush from Flying Daggers". Otherwise, they would have been even more frightened, and it would not have been possible to be frightened.
However, they will soon find out.
Because after Miss Bai finished playing a piece of music that sounded like a spring breeze, she paused her hand and waved her hand on the piano. If the two knives intersected, there was a loud sound, which suddenly pulled everyone present from the state where they were just like a spring breeze. He came out, and then instantly fell into the solemn killing of the armored and iron horses.
Forming a camp, playing, beating, ordering generals, lining up, marching, ambush, small battle, big battle, fighting, seeing blood, roaring, groaning, defeated, committing suicide, tragic, the setting sun is like blood, the body is wrapped in horse leather, the owner's horse neighs——
It can be said that Miss Bai made people experience a war without any preparation.
The people present opened their mouths slightly and did not dare to take a deep breath, fearing that they would accidentally be affected by the light and shadow of the sword. The fighting here was too realistic. Miss Bai used music to fully express the fierce war scene. As for everyone, they felt like they were actually there.
Tension, fierceness, cruelty——
The oppressive feeling of the army's overwhelming force came one after another under the continuous playing of the piano music, making the people present afraid to breathe.
They only felt the flash of swords and shadows everywhere.
The lights and shadows of these swords were soundless, piercing their flesh and blood, and dividing their souls.
Ambush from all sides, besieged on all sides——
Despair had just filled their hearts, and the tragedy made their eyes burst into tears. Then the sight of bloody fighting made their pores open, and they wanted to shout loudly.
However, the song comes to an end, like the setting sun like blood, whispering the cruelty of war.
Until the vibrato of the piano ended, everyone could not return to their senses for a long time.
Know--
"Hey, I, I'm bleeding." A young man suddenly exclaimed.
Miss Bai was a little apologetic, "Sorry, I couldn't control the murderous intention in this song just now."