Li Mu lived in the countryside when he was a child, and was very familiar with the habits of guard dogs in the countryside. No matter how ferocious the dog is, as long as you take out a stick, the dog will immediately become timid.
Dare to get close to you.
When I was a child, when I visited the village to play, I would usually hold a stick as a path-opening tool.
This gatekeeper stone beast at the gate of Wenchang Palace has acquired the incense of the human world, manifested its soul, and guards the gate of Wenchang Palace. It is specially designed to deal with evil spirits and ghosts. It is actually the same as a watchdog.
Now being glared at by Li Muchun Yang Witnessing Technique, he took out a steel mace and shook it twice. The two stone beasts were immediately frightened, and their spirits shrank within their bodies, never daring to be revealed again.
But even so, Hu Yunniang still didn't dare to go in: "Master, even if you seal the gatekeeper stone beast, can you still seal the soul of Emperor Wenchang? If the little maid enters and offends Emperor Wenchang, I'm afraid it will be the master's imperial examination
The road is cut off!"
Li Mu smiled and said: "Abandoned from the imperial examination? How can the dignified Emperor Wenchang have the same knowledge as me?"
He looked at Hu Yunniang and saw that Hu Yunniang really didn't want to go in, so he didn't force himself immediately, smiled, turned around and walked towards the palace.
He had no awe of Emperor Wenchang, but he also had no hostility. He simply felt unhappy that his maid was not allowed in.
But demon cultivators like Hu Yunniang know that there are gods three feet above the head!
Especially for such popular gods as Emperor Wenchang, they are indeed not beings that little monsters like them can offend.
Out of emotion and reason, and considering the overall situation, Hu Yunniang did not dare to enter the Wenchang Emperor's Palace. If she aroused the anger of Emperor Wenchang, it would be very detrimental to both Li Mu and Hu Yunniang.
At this time, all the scholars entered the palace. Under the leadership of Miao Zhu, they were sightseeing in the palace verandah, talking and laughing, and they were very interested.
It is already a hot summer day and all the flowers have fallen. However, the peach trees in Wenchang Palace are in full bloom and their fragrance is astonishing.
Seeing this, several scholars even wrote poems on the spot and asked several classmates to correct them. Some of them were not polite and pointed out the shortcomings and admirable points. They laughed at each other and felt refreshed.
When Li Mu passed by, Zhang Shihong said with a smile: "Brother Li, in front of the beautiful scenery, why don't you recite a poem to express your joy?"
Li Mu laughed loudly: "Speaking of poetry, I have seen many works by famous artists. Today is the scene. Let me carry the works left by my predecessors. It fits the scene at this time."
Zhang Shihong said: "Brother Zhang, it's interesting to recite poems yourself. Of course, it's interesting to do it yourself. The poems of the predecessors... If the occasion comes, you can also appreciate it, hahahaha..."
Several scholars nearby laughed.
"Brother Li, you are writing poetry. If you can't do it, don't be rude! We are all mediocre people with limited poetic talents and little knowledge. We are just writing for our own entertainment. If we can't do it, reciting the masterpieces of our predecessors is actually not good.
It’s also an elegant thing!”
"Yes, yes, reciting poems that match the occasion is also a beautiful thing."
Everyone responded one after another and took the initiative to find a step for Li Mu. Then they looked at Li Mu with burning eyes, waiting for Li Mu to recite the poems of his predecessors.
Everyone is curious, wondering which famous work Li Mu will recite.
During the six hundred years of the Yin Dynasty, the literary style was extremely prosperous. Over the years, many poets and poets appeared. When they heard Li Mu talking about the poems of his predecessors, the scholars at the scene went through it in their minds and recalled what popular poems they could respond to.
Time scenery.
But after thinking about it for a long time, there were only a few people, and none of them fit the scene.
So I became more and more curious.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Li Mu smiled and said, "Can I borrow some pen and ink?"
A scholar smiled and said: "I have it right now!"
Immediately, he ordered his servant to take out the writing brush and ink bag and hand them to Li Mu: "I wonder which famous masterpiece Brother Li wants to write?"
Li Mu smiled and said: "It was done by an ancient man named Bai."
He spoke in his mouth, and the brush in his hand was full of ink. He came to one side of the snow-white wall, picked up the brush and wrote a quatrain on the wall, saying:
"April in the world is full of beauty,
The beautiful peach blossoms are beginning to bloom.
Everlasting regret has no place to return in spring,
I don’t know where to turn into this!”
"Okay!"
"Wonderful!"
"The poems are good, and so are the words!"
"Whose masterpiece is this?"
When everyone first read this poem, they thought it was plain and natural, but after thinking about it carefully, they found it had a bit more profound meaning, and the childishness came from it. Moreover, Li Mu’s calligraphy was also full of spirit, and the turns were as he wished.
The more I look at it, the more comfortable I feel. Even if it is not a master craftsman, it can still be called a masterpiece.
There were cheers and applause at the scene, and they couldn’t stop praising Li Mu’s calligraphy and poetry.
They are all scholars, and poetry and calligraphy are something they have to learn since childhood. They may not be talented enough in poetry, but they still have the ability to evaluate. What's more, those who can be admitted as scholars will naturally have merit in their calligraphy and poetry. Bai Letian's poem has been popular for thousands of years and has been passed down to this day, which fully demonstrates its strong vitality and the excellence of his works.
It was written by Li Mu at this time, and it can be said to be a crushing work for the scholars on the scene. It is a work that becomes more and more flavorful as it gets better.
"What a poem! What a poem!"
Zhang Shihong applauded: "Brother Li, you said that the ancient man who wrote poetry was named Bai, but after thinking about it, we have many literary giants named Bai in the Yin Dynasty in the past dynasties. How come I have never heard of anyone who did such a thing?"
A poem?"
A group of scholars also felt that this poem was unfamiliar, but because they were not confident in their own knowledge, they could not ask about it.
After all, this world has developed for hundreds of thousands of years, famous people have emerged in large numbers, and countless poems have been handed down. No one dares to say that he has read all the poems.
Li Mu smiled and said: "I read this in an ancient book. It's normal that you have no impression of it. It would be abnormal if everyone has read this poem."
Zhang Shihong said hurriedly: "It's amazing that Brother Li can find such suitable poems!"
Everyone agreed: "Yes, if I were asked to write such an appropriate poem all at once, I might not be able to do it, brother!"
"Besides, Brother Li writes such good calligraphy. Even if the poems and essays were written by predecessors, this good calligraphy cannot be faked!"
Everyone is a showman, carrying people in a sedan chair. Li Mu has extraordinary appearance and good conversation. In addition, Zhang Juren values these scholars. Only those scholars who are full and full will look down on Li Mu.
Moreover, Li Mu said that he plagiarized the poems of his predecessors. His generous appearance actually made him appear frank and honest, which made everyone more fond of him, so everyone praised Li Mu.
Li Mu shook his head and laughed, but since someone complimented him so much, he naturally wouldn't ruin his mood. He raised his hands and said with a smile: "Just laugh, laugh, show your embarrassment, show your ugliness!"
When everyone saw Li Mu leaving writing on the white wall, they were aroused to be competitive. Several scholars who thought their calligraphy was good also picked up their pens and left a few poems on the wall and marked their names.
The nearby temple congratulated the emperor: "The calligraphy treasures of all the masters have been left in our Wenchang Palace. The incense will be prosperous in the future."
At this time, literati paid great attention to their own poetry and calligraphy. There were some arrogant scholars who believed that calligraphy was magical and did not want ordinary people to see it. They would often shovel away the inscriptions on the white walls of restaurants with a small knife.
The literati at this time were so willful that even leaving words in some wine shops and temples was regarded as a kind of charity.
Today, everyone is writing poems and calligraphy in Wenchang Palace, especially since there is a master like Zhang Shihong here, so the temple is naturally very happy.
Zhang Shihong laughed loudly: "I am very happy today, so I wrote to commemorate it. If I win the gold medal in the future, I will come here again to have a drink!"
Everyone laughed: "May you and I be famous and sell our goods to the Wang family!"
Zhang Shihong said: "Okay, let's go and pay homage to Emperor Wenchang and Lord Kuixing now so that we can have a good future!"
Everyone walked towards the Wenchang Emperor's Palace together.
At this moment, a person said from behind: "Brother Li, since you wrote a poem here, why don't you also write the title of this poem? It will be spread out in the future so that people can know the origin of this poem." Li Mu turned around and saw a white-robed scholar standing by the white wall, looking at the poems on the wall with his hands behind his hands. He didn't look back, but just smiled and said: "The poems are good, but the words are not so meaningful, but in the examination of candidates,
That’s enough!”
When Li Mu saw this person, his heart trembled: "Who is he?"
This man is tall and stands with his hands behind his back. He is really like a jade tree standing in the wind. As soon as he stands there, a magnificence rises spontaneously, and a scholarly aura hits his face.
But there was clearly no such person in the group of scholars just now, and now he suddenly appeared behind everyone without making any sound. Even Li Mu did not notice anything unusual.
Li Mu's surprise was extraordinary: "What is your name, my dear friend? May I ask when did you come?"
Next to him, Zhang Shihong said curiously: "Brother Li, this is Shu Wenchang, a scholar from our county. We went up the mountain together just now, and he wrote a poem. Don't you remember it?"
Several scholars also laughed and said: "Brother Li, I'm afraid he did it on purpose. Brother Wenchang just tested each other's poetry with us. Brother Li is right next to us. How could he not know?"
Li Mu felt a chill in his heart, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back: "It can actually affect memory and thinking in an instant. Who is this person in front of me?"
ps: Something has delayed me, I will update it today.
