"Junior brother Feng, I think what you said is wrong." Chao Zizai said angrily, "Poems and poems are all of the same lineage of literature and art. It is not smart to force them to separate! This is like a weakling in the swordsmanship who can discuss this.
Practicing swordsmanship is the same as practicing Qi. A truly strong person should look at the whole body, and poetry, lyrics, and songs are all integrated into one body."
After Feng Lianxin taught Chao Zizai a lesson, he looked proud, but he didn't expect to be taught a lesson by someone from Qixing Peak, and his words were somewhat irrefutable.
How can this work? Feng Lianxin knew that he could not lose face with He Xiaofu, and at the same time he could not let Qixing Peak get a quota, so he simply sneered: "Junior brother Chao, what you said is right. But a person can't leave before
, you just want to run and fly, that is absolutely impossible. Only fools will do this. Poems, words, songs and poems are one, but if you don’t understand the poem clearly, you want to chase the words? Chasing the poems? "
Having said this, Feng Lianxin regained his confidence again, swaying the folding fan in his hand and said: "Junior brother Chao, your idea is good, but you don't understand culture at all, and what you just said is just a castle in the air. It can even be said to be a dream.
. We are all from the same sect, so I won’t laugh at you for what you said. If you go out and talk nonsense, others won’t know about it, and they will think that no one in our Baifeng sect is just a fool."
After finishing his lesson, Feng Lianxin couldn't help but look at He Xiaofu again.
As the leader of the team, He Xiaofu secretly felt that this Feng Lianxin was really good. He was very graceful in every move he made. Before the assessment really started, he used just a few words to make the face of the person who was going to be assessed change drastically in Qixing Peak.
Have you lost all the courage to take the exam? It would be nice to follow this Confucian scholar.
Chao Zizai was not good at Confucianism. He was beaten up by someone and his face was as purple as pig liver. If it weren't for his lack of cultivation, he had already planned to hit someone! He was being pushed.
Come for the assessment, just say I'm not good! Why do you need to be so sarcastic and sarcastic about me?
"Lao Chao, don't nag him, just follow my instructions!" Cao Zhen quickly whispered, "Just say it, you idiot! Today I want you to know what poetry is like a family."
When Chao Zizai heard what Cao Zhen said, he felt that his old friend had become swollen since he defeated Xingyao Peak and returned from a trip to Qianlong Temple! Do you think he really knows everything? Although he has become the Ten Vision Dao
It’s really difficult to achieve perfection in NTU, but that doesn’t mean that in your profession, just being literary is fine!
"Speak quickly!" Cao Zhen urged again, "If you are embarrassed, I will give you ten thousand taels of spiritual stones."
"Feng Lianxin, you idiot! Today the Sa family will let you know what poetry is like a family!" When Chao Zizai heard the ten thousand taels of spirit stones, he couldn't care about anything else. He just prayed that the other party would insult him quickly.
, then you can get ten thousand taels of spiritual stones.
Feng Lianxin originally had a leisurely and contented look on his face, but he didn't expect to be so angry. He immediately lowered his face and said: "Chao..."
"To the east is the Jieshi to view the sea, how can the water be so dull..." Cao Zhen quickly selected a song from his own family called "Guan Canghai" and gave it to Chao Zizai.
Chao Zizai didn't understand what it was at all, he just repeated Cao Zhen's secret message.
Feng Lianxin originally had an angry look on his face, but as Chao Zizai threw out the first sentence of Guan Canghai, his expression changed on the spot. Although the other people standing behind him were not practicing literary arts, whether a poem was good or bad
You can still tell the difference!
On the top of the Seven Stars Peak, a man who looked like an iron tower read out a majestic poem in a loud voice, which made many people with some literary talents stand on end.
He Xiaofu already liked poetry. When she heard Chao Zizai's poems, she looked at this man who looked like an iron tower with confused eyes. She had never heard such a wonderful poem. The heroic spirit and heroic feelings filled her heart.
In every word.
Feng Lianxin even had the urge to kneel down. He didn't even have time to feel the shame of being slapped in the face for pretending to be so cool. All he could think about was the urge to kneel down and kowtow to the other party.
I have never heard of this...such a poem! If I could understand such a poem and use it in conjunction with my own poetry skills, I'm afraid my cultivation would improve by leaps and bounds, right?
Chao Zizai didn't understand poetry at all. After reading the poem in one breath after Cao Zhen, he felt very uneasy.
Especially when I saw the other party's collective silence, I became even more unsure of myself and suspected that this was a mistake.
"How about...?" Chao Zi asked with a guilty conscience.
When Feng Lianxin heard this question, he had a different feeling. The other party's "How" in a low voice was full of indifference! After reciting such a majestic and heroic poem, the words he said were so calm.
What kind of confidence is this? What kind of contempt is this!
"Old Cao, can you do that? They don't even reply!" Chao Zizai anxiously asked Cao Zhen through a secret message, "Do you know any other poems? Let's change it to another one?"
Cao Zhen also didn't expect that after Chao Zizai finished reciting, the other party would have no reaction at all. This shouldn't be the case! This is Cao Mengde's Guancanghai! The top poetry of our old Cao family and ancestors!
Forget it! Just recite the lyrics! Cao Zhen quickly whispered: "Tell him, you are not particularly good at poetry, but the lyrics are still okay."
Chao Zizai felt that he had been on the pirate ship. Now it was impossible to get off the pirate ship. He could only bite the bullet and said shamelessly: "My poetry is not what I am best at..."
Feng Lian's confidence burst into sneers, "Blow! You keep blowing! Not good at poetry? If you say you are not good at poetry, then my poems are not even as good as children's songs? What else should I practice?"
Poetry? I'll go and practice the stupid way!
"I am so angry that I lean on the railing, and the mist of rain stops. I look up, look up to the sky and roar, my heart is full of passion. Thirty years of fame and fame, dust and dirt, eight thousand miles of road, clouds and moon. Don't wait, the young man's head will turn white, and he will be filled with sorrow..."
With the song "Man Jiang Hong", even an uncultured person like Chao Zizai felt the indescribable hero's grief and indignation at this moment.
In He Xiaofu's eyes, there was only admiration at this moment. She felt that her biggest gain as the leader of the assessment team this time was not that she could exchange her quota for some spiritual stones, but that she had found what she had been looking for all these years.
that person.
Perhaps the man in front of him is not good at cultivation because he has taken the wrong path in practice! This man’s understanding of the way of literature is probably unmatched by anyone in the entire Baifeng Sect! If he changes to the way of culture, in the future
The future will be limitless!
"Man Jiang Hong" echoed over and over again in Feng Lianxin's mind. Compared with the words about spring, sadness, autumn, love and love that he usually studied, these are the real words! The heroic heart that can't be told, and the words that can't be said.
Heroic love!
"The River is Red" has been echoing in Feng Lianxin's mind for a long time, like drums at dusk and bells in the morning, like the sound of a message that awakens the world...