"It's not that they don't recognize each other, it's just that they don't know much about literacy." Bai Xingwu blushed with embarrassment, lowered his head and held the corner of his clothes, not knowing what to do. After all, the new world is in the feudal era, and most ordinary people, especially farmers,
Firstly, they may not be able to afford to read, and secondly, the knowledge in books is of little significance to their farming. Even rich peasants with better conditions have only been in private school for half a year at most, and can write their own names and a few common words.
, more people just know the numbers one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven, and they can calculate accounts and don’t want to be deceived. Although Bai Xingwu’s low cultural level is unexpected, it is also reasonable.
It's enough to just know a few words and write your own name, but if you want to think of it as a poem to suit the occasion, it will kill Bai Xingwu. Let alone a poem to suit the occasion, he can't even write a limerick.
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Su Yang thought for a while and said with a smile: "This is easy to handle. Bring me a pen and paper."
Seeing that he was about to cheat, Xu Danchen smiled and shook his head, but took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and threw them on the table in the pergola, and ordered Bai Xingwu to grind them.
It didn't take long for the ink to come out. Su Yang thought about it for a moment, dipped his pen in the thick ink, and started to spread it on the rice paper.
Xu Danchen and Bai Xingwu both looked on curiously, and even Yan Wuyou, who had always been angry, couldn't help but lean over. Su Yang's martial arts was nothing to say. This was the Sanjiang sect, and no one was listening.
I have said that this second senior brother has some accomplishments in literature, but in comparison, I mostly listen to his vulgar slang and curse words.
The wolf hair soaked in thick ink fell on the rice paper, and the first stroke was messed up. A large twisted earthworm was drawn out.
"Don't pretend to understand." Yan Wuyou looked like he already knew you were not good at it, and snorted: "I have read some books, so let me write them. In case what you write is nondescript,
If you take out something that doesn't make sense in terms of vocabulary, it won't cause much embarrassment, but it will cause Xingwu to be eliminated in the first round. I don't see how embarrassed you, a master-uncle, are."
Even Xu Danchen patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "No one has all-round talents. Junior brother, if you can't think of any good sentences, don't worry, just take your time."
Su Yang didn't talk back. This woman was angry now. Only a fool would argue with an angry woman.
But it is true that I rarely use a writing brush. Wolf Howl is soft and unbearable. It collapses after one stroke. Even if it can be written, the words are too ugly. No matter how good the sentence is paired with the words like a dog crawling, it will inevitably scream.
People look down upon it.
Suddenly, an idea came to him. An internal force surged through his arm, flowing along the body of the Wolf Howl pen and pouring into the tip of the pen. The originally soft Wolf Hair pen suddenly became strong and became extremely tough.
"This is much better." He tried the softness and hardness. It was not as stress-free as before, and it was not as hard as a pen. The softness and hardness were just right. He nodded with satisfaction. He dipped it in the magic juice again and put it in
The writing on the rice paper moves like a dragon and a snake.
As each word appeared on the rice paper, the surrounding gradually became quiet, and the only sound left in the pergola was the rustle of the pen tip touching the paper.
Yan Wuyou's eyes widened wider and wider, as if she had seen some strange scene that was completely incomprehensible.
There are a total of fifty-six characters on the rice paper.
The world's turmoil comes from my generation, and as soon as I enter the world, the years rush me
In the midst of chatting and laughing about Huang Tu’s hegemony, he couldn’t bear the intoxication of life.
Riding with sword in hand, wielding ghost rain, bones as white as mountains and birds flying in fright
Things in the world are like tides and people are like water. Only a few people in the rivers and lakes return.
As a time traveler, if you don't even copy poems, you would be really sorry for your status. In the eyes of the place, Su Yang finished writing the last stroke, threw away the wolf howl, and smiled at Bai Xingwu
He said: "Take this song and I'll give you a good start."
Bai Xingwu couldn't understand it yet, but Xu Danchen and Yan Wuyou were very knowledgeable. The two of them stood by the table, staring at each other. They looked at Su Yang for a while, and then looked at the poems on the table. Xu Danchen couldn't bear it.
He swallowed hard and let out a long sigh.
This sigh has many meanings, profound insights, and a bit of despair. This senior brother who has read poetry and books is afraid that he will not want to write again from now on.
Yan Wuyou looked at Su Yang with an indescribable and hazy look in her eyes.
He asked Bai Xingwu to read the poem several times and memorize it by heart, so as not to make a fool of himself when he went on stage. Shangguan Xueer came to make trouble again, saying that she wanted a poem no matter what. Su Yang had no choice but to copy another poem by Su Shi,
"Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot think about them, and I cannot forget them. I am alone in a tomb thousands of miles away, and there is no place to talk about my desolation. Even if I meet each other, I would not recognize him, my face will be covered with dust, and my temples will be like frost.
When the night comes, I suddenly return to my hometown, and there is a small window, and I am dressing up. I look at each other without saying anything, but there are thousands of tears. It is expected that my heart will be broken every year, and on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines. "
Shangguan Xueer couldn't see anything yet, Yan Wuyou looked at her, but her eyes were red, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
Xu Danchen was completely convinced now, but he was a little worried and said: "This song is good, but it is too old-fashioned. If it comes from Wuyou, it would be reasonable, but Xue'er, a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, said
If you come out, I'm afraid people won't believe she wrote it, and most likely they will say it was written by someone else."
"Let's talk about it, is it possible to give him a haircut?" Su Yang waved his hand nonchalantly and said carelessly: "If anyone is dissatisfied, let him come to me to argue. Xue'er, do you know what to do?"
Shangguan Xueer waved her small sword and said fiercely: "Killing him to death is what I wrote. Whoever dares to make noises should have a few fights with me first. If he encounters someone who can't be beaten, let him find the eighteenth senior brother.
After the eighteenth senior brother, I will look for the seventeenth senior brother. If he has the ability to defeat all the eighteen senior brothers of the Sanjiang sect, then I will find someone to write for him!"
"Okay, okay, let's do it!" Su Yang laughed loudly. In fact, this writing competition is just a fictitious one, just a bunch of martial arts people fooling around to add to the fun, and there are not a few people who want to be ghostwriters.
Sometimes people are just weird. They are obviously martial arts people, but they like to use literary things to entertain themselves. On the contrary, most literati people like to wear swords.
After arranging all this, I sent someone to submit the list. Not long after, the grouping list was delivered. Shangguan Xueer and Bai Xingwu were assigned to the third group and fifth group respectively. The two made some preparations.
They went their separate ways.
Xu Danchen looked at Bai Xingwu's back and asked Su Yang: "Actually, I still think you should go to war, no matter what. There are many books in Tianji Pavilion, don't you really want to take a look?"
Su Yang smiled and said nothing. It wasn't that he didn't want to see it. He was the first to hear that he could enter the Tianji Pavilion's Scripture Library, and thought that the portal to Jin Yong's world was in the Scripture Library. But after meeting that guy Dazhi, especially the calculation
Dead. It seems that the portal should be on this Tianzhu Mountain.
As for the Sutra Library, there are some things that Su Yang can't explain clearly. Although Tianji Pavilion is one of the most mysterious areas in the world, there are many ways to get in. It doesn't have to rely on the reputation of a young hero. 1
I thought about entering the Sutra Library with a group of children, and maybe they would have to pretend to each other and get slapped in the face. This kind of thing is really humiliating for my current status. Even if it means slapping the other six young heroes in the face.
There's nothing to show off, it's just a shame.
The first stage of the literary competition has begun in the square. Several groups of contestants appeared one after another and recited their own poems in public. Some of them were nonsense limericks, and some, as expected, looked like they were ghostwritten. Anyway, this stage is
It looks like this. No one is taking it seriously.
The appearance of Shangguan Xueer and Bai Xingwu to recite poems indeed caused a sensation. The impact was even greater than imagined, and even the Imperial Heroes Association sent people.
The meaning of "Heroes Will Come" is actually very clear. Everyone knows that these two poems must be ghostwritten by someone from the Sanjiang School. The person who came vaguely asked who wrote it, implying that he wanted to recruit talents for the imperial court.
, and even vaguely mentioned that there is a vacancy for professors in the Imperial College.
Su Yang also laughed at this poaching behavior. He had no interest in becoming a professor at the Imperial College. It would be almost the same if there were women's schools.
However, Su Yang was quite interested in this person.
Heroes play the emotional card against each other, and this time it's actually Zhao Xiaolong.
"I said you got promoted very quickly." Su Yang looked at the fish and dragon belt around his waist. It was already silver. It is said that only middle-level members of the Hero Association are qualified to wear this kind of silver belt.
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"This is all because the second master taught me great kung fu!" Zhao Xiaolong said with a smile: "As soon as I entered the Heroes Association, I met several troublemakers one after another. Naturally, I didn't dare to fall into the prestige of the Sanjiang Sect and fight with them.
.I didn’t expect these people to look so arrogant. After a few fights, I knocked them down. Later, the president of the Hero Association formed the Shangwutang, and I became a martial arts instructor in it.”
"Do a good job." Su Yang looked at the Heroes Association's greenhouse in the distance. The expression on his face remained unchanged, but he used his inner strength to force out his voice and asked: "Xiaolong, tell me the truth. What is the purpose of the Heroes' Association coming here this time?
of?"
If they were just representing the imperial court to watch the ceremony, Su Yang would not believe that there were at least seven or eight people in the pavilion of the Heroes Association who were not weak in martial arts, and two of them might have almost reached the peak level of the new world.
The imperial court's hero meeting is not a tea party. Do these masters have nothing to do all day long and gather together to watch the ceremony?
Zhao Xiaolong still had the same smiling look, but he turned slightly, turned his back to the direction of the Heroes Association's pergola, and said: "I don't dare to hide it from the second master, this time I am actually here to get someone."
"How to say?"
"We received a tip that several monks from outside the customs have entered the customs to disrupt this conference, so the commander-in-chief brought the experts from the Heroes Association to take charge." Zhao Xiaolong said: "It's fine if they don't come, as long as they come
If you dare to show up and cause trouble, you will be arrested immediately."
"When did the imperial court care so much about things in Jianghu?" Su Yang said: "And with the world's heroes here, what kind of atmosphere can a few monks achieve?"
"Second Master, I don't know. I heard that the emperor has always wanted to launch troops against the foreign countries outside the Pass, but he just has no excuse. This time, someone who didn't open his eyes happened to come to the door..." Zhao Xiaolong squeezed.
Eyes said.
"Okay, I understand." Feelings are the emperor's idea of a great power. He was embarrassed, and he was embarrassed to bully his neighbors without any reason, so he wanted to find something to blame, and nodded: "You are over there.
If you are short of money, just write back."
"Don't worry, Second Master, there is a lot of money in the Heroes Association." Zhao Xiaolong said hello and was about to go back. Before he could walk out of the door, Su Yang suddenly stood up and stopped him.
"Don't leave yet, Second Master will give you a huge reward!" (To be continued...)
ps: Thanks to ‘No Wind in the Night’, ‘No Wind in the Night’, and ‘Yin Zhu Wu’ for their rewards and support!
It feels like the first alliance leader has appeared. Is this the rhythm of the update?
