Chapter three hundred and eighty fifth full city wind and rain
"Brother, what a poem!" the short man clapped his hands.
The big man with the beard became proud, and he ignored the drizzle more and more. He and the short man walked out of the alley where the wine shop was located and climbed onto the stone bridge.
The stone bridge is an arched stone bridge.
Standing on the stone bridge, you can have a panoramic view of the scenery on both sides of the alley.
Of course, there is no scenery to be seen now, except for the lanterns hanging in the shops and restaurants on both sides of the alley to attract customers. These lanterns are reflected on the water, and they are messed up under the ripples caused by the falling drizzle.
Looking down, the ripples seemed to be whispering, and the people reflected in them seemed to be in another world.
The big man with a beard and beard stretched his head out of the stone bridge to look under the bridge, and saw his hazy reflection in the water.
"Hey, here is a man who is as handsome as me." The big man with a beard looked at the reflection in the water and chuckled. He raised the wine jar and said to the reflection in the river: "Hey, brother, you are tall.
He’s really damn good, especially this beard, he’s such a special man.”
The short man behind him was drunk and hazy, but he had a hint of sobriety. He didn't dare to climb up to the railing to take a look, for fear that he would stumble down.
After praising the reflection in the water, the bearded man took a swig of wine and poured wine for the reflection in the water. "Come on, try it. This is the most authentic iron pot roast brewed by Lan Po. It is extremely strong, even in the rain."
I don’t even feel cold inside.”
The wine fell onto the river, causing ripples to appear on the rippling surface of the river. The reflection of the bearded man in the water was blurred, and gradually turned into another figure, one with a pale face and strange eyes, pouring down from above.
There was a cold figure underneath.
He stared straight at the bearded man and thanked him coldly: "Thank you, the wine is delicious. Li Jing, come down and let's drink together?"
The bearded man said boldly, "Okay——"
Then, he froze, sobered up for a while, with fear in his drunken eyes, "You, who are you!"
"You are me, I am you." The reflection in the water suddenly smiled sadly.
The bearded man broke into a cold sweat in the drizzle and hurriedly stepped back, but it was already too late.
Whoosh!
Two rows of water plants flew up like snakes, wrapped around the neck of the bearded man, and pulled him down with all his might. The man with the beard had sobered up a little more, and desperately grabbed the railings on the stone bridge, trying to steady himself.
At the same time, he kept calling for help, "Help, help, uncle, I have offended you so much. For the sake of me giving you a drink, please spare me."
The short man was puzzled, "Brother, how manly are you? Why are you getting up and moaning like a girl?"
"Quickly, catch me quickly and save me, brother, there is a water ghost——" the bearded man said loudly.
There are monsters and evil ghosts in this world. It is common to encounter ghosts and hear water ghosts causing trouble. Therefore, many people are aware of water ghosts, but it is still rare to encounter them in a real sense.
The big man with a beard and beard didn't know why he bumped into him. He didn't remember that there were water ghosts in this place.
"Water, water ghost?" The short man was confused for a moment, and took a closer look at the bearded man. When he saw the water plants on his neck, he was frightened and said, "Mother, ghost -"
He didn't even care about the bearded man, so he turned around and ran away.
However, just as he turned around, something tripped him, causing the short man to roll and almost fall from the stone railing on the other side.
He looked back and saw a man with disheveled hair, no head visible, water plants in his hair, and a wet man crawling behind him, preparing to grab him from behind.
"You——" The short man was so frightened that he lost his mind.
At this moment, the crawling man raised his head, revealing a head with a long tongue sticking out.
The short man didn't make a sound again and fell to the ground and fainted.
At this time, the bearded man could no longer hold on.
Plop!
He fell headfirst into the river, and after a series of bubbles appeared in the water, he never came up again. As for the wine jar in his hand, it had been broken to pieces on the stone bridge during the struggle. At this moment, the wine liquid was accompanied by raindrops,
Drop after drop fell on the water, causing ripples in circles.
Plop!
There was another sound of falling water, and the short man on the stone bridge disappeared.
Only an arch bridge, broken wine jars, empty streets, and a world drizzled like silk were left.
**
Lu Bai went home and had a good sleep.
As a time-traveler, he never imagined that there would be such benefits of time-traveling, that a poem would break the Sword Immortal's Enlightenment Monument. He felt that if this matter spread, he would inevitably be known as a talented scholar.
And after this battle, many people should be afraid of him.
As for Lu Bai himself, he had some more capital and weapons to break the enemy's law - as a cog in the nine-year compulsory education assembly line, Lu Bai passed the job very well and memorized many poems.
Lu Bai felt that if he encountered something like this again, he would still be able to crack it.
Even beyond.
Lu Bai was now eyeing the Exalted Immortal Tower, and felt that he must go to the Exalted Immortal Tower to show off some poems if he had the opportunity. Firstly, he would break through the Exalted Immortal Tower and gain poetic enlightenment, and secondly, he would let them see the real good poetry.
Li Taibai, Du Zimei, Li Yishan, Su Dongpo, and Lu Bai are ready to shock the world.
However, Lu Bai gave people a huge shock.
Almost overnight, "The Peony Pavilion" was spread among the public.
Literary gatherings and poetry gatherings are often a source of conversation for each other, especially among scholars and talented people. Participating in poetry gatherings on the first day is an appetizer, and using poetry gatherings to promote oneself and strengthen one's reputation later is the main course.
Therefore, after every poetry meeting, scholars would go to teahouses, wine shops, and brothels to talk about yesterday's poetry meeting, adding a little more to highlight themselves. Even if Shikui is not himself, he can still talk about how he chatted with Shikui.
, or how Shikui composes poetry, etc., while detailing yesterday’s poetry meeting for talents, making yourself the center of the current conversation, thus invisibly promoting yourself——
Of course, there are other ways to promote yourself, such as writing inscriptions on inscriptions, or writing an article describing the grand scene of the poetry meeting and the fact that you were seated at the same table as the big names in the poetry meeting, etc.
All in all, the Poetry Club is just a sign. If you want the wine in the sign to sell well, you have to rely on publicity.
The Xishan Poetry Fair was organized by King Luo.
Although his poetry club is not as crowded as the poetry clubs of the four major aristocratic families, it is not as luxurious and beautiful as the poetry clubs of the Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter Society, and it is also not as inviting as those from the Dongshan Poetry Club.
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But after these poetry gatherings, the Xishan Poetry Meeting was still worth going to, so many scholars went there at that time.
These scholars never imagined that they were gone.
Lu Bai's song "Song of Peach Blossom Temple" won the title of the best poet in the Xishan Poetry Society and even the Capital Poetry Society. Many people couldn't help but ask about the grand occasion of the Xishan Poetry Society yesterday.
This made these scholars who went there very popular, and became the center of crowds.
Moreover, there are too many things to talk about in this Xishan Poetry Club. After "Peach Blossom Temple Song" laughed at me for being so crazy, there were also practitioners from the piano workshop playing "Ambush from Flying Daggers".
When it was mentioned that the practitioners in the piano workshop could not control the murderous intention in "Ambush from Flying Daggers", the people who listened couldn't help but exclaimed, thinking how powerful this musical score must be.
And when they heard that the song "Ambush from Flying Daggers" was written by Lu Bai instead of the music score of Qinfang, the people listening once again exclaimed.
This is incredible.
"Peach Blossom Temple Song" is still amazing. It is not weaker than the poems of Ban Xian Lou, and is even far superior in artistic conception, reaching an otherworldly level.
Many people speculate that this poem can be used for spiritual practice.
Now it is said that Lu Bai actually has a masterful piano technique that even the piano workshop has never had, and he is also preparing to recruit apprentices to teach him. This——
Many people were moved.
There are not many ways for people to practice cultivation, and the biggest ones are the eight sects of music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers and tea. However, the eight sects do not just accept people casually. If you want to enter the monastery, you must have talent, and secondly, you must have money.
Even so, many people still can't squeeze in even if they squeeze their heads. They can only sigh secretly and reluctantly give up practice, and then let this become a big regret in life.
However, now, Lu Bai actually has a lot of cultivation methods that the world wants, and everyone is frightened but not moved at the same time.
They gathered around people who had been to the Poetry Society and talked about Lu Bai's "Song of Peach Blossom Temple" and "Ambush from Flying Daggers", and whether they should become apprentices. They seemed to regard the people who had been to the Xishan Poetry Society as the centerpiece, which made this person's heart
Extremely proud.
While he was proud, he couldn't help but feel even more proud when he saw everyone talking about the poem and song. He wished he could raise his head proudly and look at everyone with only his nostrils.
Although he has not yet evolved that function and cannot use his nostrils to look at everyone, he still interrupted everyone's discussion with a sense of superiority, "Everyone, the lyrics and music of this song are indeed good -"
Everyone interrupted him, thinking that the words and music should not be said to be good, but to be said to be good. Although most of them had not heard "Ambush from Flying Daggers" on the spot and felt sorry for it, it could make the Qinfang disciples
It is a song that makes people unable to control their killing intent. It is undoubtedly a priceless piece of music.
"Yep."
A distinguished scholar said: "It goes without saying that "House of Flying Daggers" and "Peach Blossom Temple Song" are good."
But he couldn't help but interject, "But I think the song "Peach Blossom Temple" that you heard at other poetry gatherings is the worst among them."
This statement immediately aroused everyone's dissatisfaction, and they did not believe how good "House of Flying Daggers" was.
"Actually, the best one is "The Peony Pavilion."" The scholar stopped here and deliberately gave up, then looked around the crowd, waiting for their reaction.
The reactions of the onlookers did not disappoint him, "The Peony Pavilion? What is that?"
"Let's put on a play." The scholar next to him replied in a show-off and hearsay manner.
The scholars who were surrounded in the center immediately knew that this man wanted to take away his impressive position, and hurriedly said: "It's a play, but do you know what the play is?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"It's a good play. It's a play that you will definitely regret watching. If you don't watch it, you will definitely beat yourself up and ask yourself why you watched it!" The scholar said this in one breath, whetting everyone's appetite.
The onlookers were puzzled.
I understood what they said later, but what does "I will definitely regret watching it" mean?
"It means that after watching it, I still want to watch it, I wish I could watch it dozens of times, and then I can't sleep at night after watching it only once. I wish I could watch it again quickly, and then I hope I can memorize all the operas! It's a good opera!"
said the onlookers.
Everyone looked in disbelief, "Is it that good?"
"Remove the word "?", "remove the word "have"", and then add "too damn". The scholar who was being watched asked the students to ignore his dirty words, because apart from these dirty words, he could no longer find any good adjectives.
The scholars who were watching looked incredulous, "Is it that good?"
"It's just that good!" The scholars who were being watched looked determined.
He knew that when speaking in front of this group of scholars, he had to use a positive tone in order to be convincing, so that these people would get used to following his own lead, only knowing how to listen, but never knowing how to doubt.
The scholar who was being watched continued: "To put it bluntly, I think "Peach Blossom Temple Song" won the first place in the Beijing Poetry Competition yesterday, and "The Peony Pavilion" won the first place among all operas in the world!"
"What a loud tone!" said the scholar who just wanted to take away his position from the scholar being watched.
Many of the scholars who were watching also felt that the scholar had exaggerated.
The scholar who was surrounded felt that it was not an exaggeration at all, "Everyone, you may not believe it now, but when you really see "The Peony Pavilion", I hope you will come over and apologize to me."
His face was full of memories and his eyes were full of yearning: "To put it bluntly, in terms of the language of the play, The Peony Pavilion is both literary and authentic, like a beauty among flowers. It makes people unable to bear to read it, and makes people want to read it again and again.
Chew every word, every word in your stomach, and then regurgitate it carefully."
As for the plot, he felt that it was full of twists and turns, yet smooth and concise, and "absolutely does not have the procrastination and complexity of ordinary operas." The scholar praised him repeatedly, which made the listeners feel that he was exaggerating, but he himself felt that the words of praise were too few and insufficient.
To express his love and admiration for "The Peony Pavilion".
Compared to him, there are some talented people who know how to praise "The Peony Pavilion".
A scholar mentioned in an article that the talent in "The Peony Pavilion" ranges between shallow and deep, dark and light, elegance and vulgarity. It makes people feel only admiration, without any daring to compare.
They admired the author of "The Peony Pavilion" very much and believed that his talent definitely surpassed that of Wang Changkang.
Compared to "The Peony Pavilion", the story of Lu Bai being attacked at night and destroying the enlightenment monument left by the Sword Immortal in a matter of seconds was rarely reported, and it hardly caused much waves in the capital.
But that's not entirely true. The waves are actually rising, but only secretly.
Many people's hearts were filled with turmoil, and they once again re-estimated Lu Bai's strength.
Compared to "The Peony Pavilion", the story of Lu Bai being attacked at night and destroying the enlightenment monument left by the Sword Immortal in a matter of seconds was rarely reported, and it hardly caused much waves in the capital.
But that's not entirely true. The waves are actually rising, but only secretly.
Many people's hearts were filled with turmoil, and they once again re-estimated Lu Bai's strength.