Now that you have seen yourself, there is no need to hide it.
Su Bei told Shan Wukue and asked her to take good care of Sword Lady and her prodigal disciple, and then a cloud of auspicious clouds suddenly appeared under her feet, and then fluttered towards the tower.
For an instant, everyone's eyes were looking towards Su Bei in the sky.
Seeing this scene in front of him, the young man wearing a scarf was instantly startled, and then he quickly said to the person next to him:
"I...I just talked to Elder Su!!"
"real!"
The people around them nodded one after another and nodded in agreement:
"Hmm, yes, we saw it!"
"..."
The tower has a very artistic name "Juxian Pavilion".
Su Bei smiled and looked at the person in front of him. City Lord Li knew him personally, because Jian Zong was not far from Luoxue City, so he was an old acquaintance of Jian Zong.
Then he found a direct gaze staring at him, as if he was seeing a rare treasure. Su Bei felt an instant chill down his spine.
Looking at the person sitting there dressed in a Confucian shirt, I had a vague guess in my mind that this person should be Narxia, right?
Then he bowed to the two of them and said:
"Su has met City Lord Li and Mr. Erxia."
"..."
I couldn't help but secretly guess that this Erxia was quite normal, without those gnarled muscles.
Erxia looked at Su Bei up and down with a smile on her face. She squinted her eyes and saw that Su Bei had a green crown on his head, a moonlit singlet inside, and a white gown outside. There were dark patterns embroidered with crabapples on the corners, and the corners of his mouth
With a gentle smile, his face glowed with a soft glow.
He picked up a cup of tea and handed it over, smiling:
"Erxia has met Elder Su."
"I've long heard that Elder Su is talented, and today I finally got to meet him in person."
Su Bei smiled and said:
"Su wanted to visit City Lord Li today. However, Su came here with his disciple and junior sister to play together. He never wanted to alarm City Lord Li."
"..."
Li Zhidong glanced at Su Bei meaningfully, then waved his hand and pointed at the many low cases under the city. Countless Confucian scholars were sitting in front of the low cases, writing poems with their pens, and said:
"Elder Su has always been known as a talented man. I wonder if you can give some advice to these Confucian scholars?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Erxia's eyes suddenly lit up. There were quite a few monks on the tower, all of whom were in good state, and they were all looking towards Subei.
Erxia handed the cup of tea on the table to Su Bei's hand and said with a gentle smile:
"There is no wine, but there is tea."
"Erxia also wants to pay tribute to Mr.'s great talent!"
"..."
Erxia's heart was full of complicated feelings for this Su Bei who was so prolific that he wrote five poems in a day that were handed down from generation to generation. However, he admired it wholeheartedly. It was hard to imagine that in Dongfeng, where Taoism was the mainstream, someone like Su Bei could appear.
A great talent who is proficient in poetry and poetry.
A few days ago, just when Li Zijun left Kongchan Lake, Master Li Qiu learned that the Immortal Road could not have been written by Su Bei. After being silent for a long time, he ordered himself to come to find him and wanted to invite him.
Elder Su went to Kongchan Lake.
For some unknown reason, Li Zijun had an unusual obsession with Jianzong, and Su Bei was proficient in poetry and poetry. Li Qiu thought it was good, and asked him to come here specifically, firstly to take a look at him, and secondly.
I came here with the intention of taking the exam.
In terms of appearance alone, Su Bei was indeed one of the few truly elegant people he had ever met.
When he is quiet, he is as gentle as a jade and as calm as plucking a weed.
When he laughs, his demeanor suddenly rises, like a solitary pine hanging on the cliff.
For a moment, I felt all sorts of things in my heart, and secretly sighed, how could such a person be born in the ancient country of Dongfeng? If he had practiced Confucianism in the ancient country of Nanfeng, he might not have become the second Confucian sage!
Su Bei looked at the green tea in the cup, raised his head, and looked at the three women standing there from a distance.
Then he smiled at the two of them and said:
"It's okay to give advice. Su's talent and knowledge are not enough to give advice to these Confucian scholars. However, today, as it is the Lantern Festival, Su has a poem in his heart."
"..."
As soon as Su Bei finished speaking, everyone's eyes immediately turned to where Su Bei was.
This is the time to verify what you are thinking.
Have you ever said that poem before? Li Zijun is a somewhat special, gentle woman who cannot see through to herself. She is a bit mysterious!
Then Su Bei put his hands behind his back and said softly:
"The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain. The fragrance of BMWs and cars fills the road, the sound of phoenixes rustles, the light of jade pots turns, and fish and dragons dance all night."
Suddenly the surroundings were silent, as if still.
The next moment, a dazzling golden light burst out from the sky.
The sky was rolling crazily, carps jumped out of the water one after another, and the roar of dragons could be faintly heard between the sky and the earth. This seemed to be a precursor to dragon transformation!
One after another, golden carp rushed upstream and rushed out of the water, rushing towards the bright moon that had been dyed golden!
Big waves hit one after another, and golden rays of light shot out from the sky!
Several figures in the Juxian Pavilion stood up instantly, looking at the scene in front of them, their eyes full of shock, savoring the poems Su Bei was reading.
Ersha's hands trembled slightly, she clenched the tea cup in her hand, and murmured to herself:
"Is it true that every poem he writes must produce visions of heaven and earth?"
Xiao Ruoqing stared blankly at this scene, her eyes full of complex expressions. She didn't understand poetry at all, but she saw that the vision in front of her was even more powerful than before, and she couldn't help but sigh softly.
Master is indeed like this... no matter which life.
Su Bei was stunned for a moment.
His heart seemed to stop, and then a faint chill crawled all over his back. The cold wind blew by, and he felt a cold feeling behind him.
I have never sung this poem before!
So where did Li Zijun learn about it?
Could it be that...that was a result that Su Bei didn't want to accept, but it was acceptable.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Could it be that she is also from Blue Star like myself? This is the only explanation that can be clearly explained!
Erxia looked at Su Bei for a long time and found that he seemed to be thinking about something. He looked at the poem floating in the sky and intuitively told him that the poem should be unfinished. All the Confucian scholars under the city wall also expressed their thoughts.
Discussion:
"There should be a second half of this word. I wonder if Elder Su can still write a word with such an artistic conception..."
"The first half of Elder Su was already shocked, but now he is hesitating. Could it be that he hasn't thought about it well?"
"..."
After all, poetry is not something that can be done just by saying it. Maybe this is the quatrain.
Erxia looked at the poem in the sky with a hopeful face, only hoping that the second half of the poem would suddenly be completed. Countless people were looking at the sky at this moment, with golden light shining everywhere, and the first half of the poem shining brightly!
"The moth is a golden wisp of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance. The crowd has searched for him a thousand times, but suddenly looking back, that person is there, in the dimly lit place."
Su Bei silently recited the second half, his eyes subconsciously looking at the location of the three women in the distance.
In an instant, infinite golden light poured out crazily between heaven and earth, and the second half of the poem appeared in the sky!
At this moment, heaven and earth are silent!
Just hearing a dragon roar, the golden carp jumped out of the water and ran to the bright moon!
Xiao Ruoqing, who was not far away, stared blankly at the scene in front of her, blinking her eyes as she looked at the last half of the poem above the sky.
I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and said softly:
"That man is...in a dimly lit place..."
Then his face turned red, and under the golden light of the lights all over the sky, he looked back at Su Bei, and an intoxicating blush clung to his ears.
One hand gently held the bottom of the moon-colored green rose skirt, and three thousand blue silk strands were swaying in the wind.
That person, who are you talking about?
Is it yourself?
"Pah, pah, pah—"
Applause rang out, Li Zhidong looked at Su Bei with a smile on his face, clapped his hands, and then the whole world reverberated with applause!
At this moment, everyone in the audience was silently savoring the artistic conception of this word, whether they were speaking or not.
Erxia stroked his beard, his face glowing red, and he looked at Su Beidao with a deep look on his face:
"The upper and lower ques are neat and tidy, and the most important thing is the artistic conception... From the overall impression, a general outline is drawn. The scene of tourists and ladies in clouds has emerged on the paper...
..”
"Thousands of flowers and thousands of trees, stars like rain express this scene vividly. The upper part is lively and the lower part is deserted, forming a sharp and strong contrast! What's special is the last sentence.
, inadvertently..."
"It seems that you have disturbed Elder Su and delayed the person in the dark place..."
Su Bei's expression was astonished. Maybe according to the past, he might have acted calmly and accepted many compliments with peace of mind, but now he really has no way to pretend.
When he knew that there was a possibility of a time traveler like himself in this world, Su Bei didn't know how to face it.
Sitting down silently, letting the visions of heaven and earth wave between heaven and earth, he looked at Erxia and suddenly said:
"Mr. Erxia, what kind of person is Li Zijun...?"
Doubts lingered in Su Bei's heart. If he didn't know about this problem, he would probably continue to struggle with it.
Erxia was stunned for a moment, with a strange expression on her face. She thought it was Su Bei who had a good impression of Li Zijun, or was trying to be polite to him, and said with a smile:
"Miss Zijun is very gentle, but recently she admires Elder Su very much and likes Elder Su's poems and songs very much."
recently?
Su Bei grasped this very key word.
With half-squinted eyes, he pretended to be casual and said casually:
"Hasn't Miss Zijun liked Su's poems before?"
Erxia laughed and said:
"Although Elder Su's poems are somewhat controversial, Miss Zijun also likes them, but not as frequently as she has recently...she always goes to observe them every two days."
Su Bei hesitated for a moment and continued:
"Recently, how close is it?"
Eryou looked at Su Bei suspiciously, wondering why he was suddenly so interested in Li Zijun.
Su Bei realized that his questions were a bit too continuous, and quickly added with a smile:
"Su met this child at the Jianzong's birthday banquet a few days ago. He liked her quite a bit, so he asked more questions out of curiosity and asked her to tell her the truth!"
Eryou also smiled casually, waved his hand and said:
"It doesn't matter. Recently, about a month ago? I can't tell you the specific time..."
a month ago?
Su Bei recalled this timeline carefully. What did he do at that time?
It seems that he has accepted his eldest disciple Xiao Ruoqing?
My thoughts are a little confused.
...
Zhenbeiguan.
The first pass between the ancient Nanfeng country and the ancient Dongfeng country.
There are twenty-one states in the world. The Dongfeng Ancient Kingdom occupies the land of the nine states in the north, while the twelve southern states belong to the Nanfeng Ancient Kingdom, so they have always been called the Northern Kyushu and the Southern Twelve States.
After passing the Duancang River, we have already entered the territory of the ancient Nanfeng Kingdom. The east wind is no longer cold and cold, but brings a slight warmth.
In the blowing of this wind, there are several ships intertwining on the river. Willows are clinging to both sides of the river bank, grass is growing and warblers are flying. On the soft soil, there are even Confucian scholars and women riding horses for an outing. It is completely a Jiangnan style.
Picture of spring.
This is Jiangnan. Jiangnan is the most famous among the twelve southern states, and Huazhou is the most famous state in Jiangnan. Jinling is the most famous in Huazhou.
Li Zijun was sitting on the ox cart magic weapon, feeling the warmth of Jiangnan. Different from the cold and cold weather of Xuzhou, every inch of grass and every tree here seemed particularly poetic and picturesque.
Suddenly, Erlu, who had been sitting in front of the bullock cart, narrowed his eyes and said calmly:
"Sit down, young lady, someone seems to be watching you."
Li Zijun leaned against the car wall quietly and said softly:
"Uncle, are you sure?"
There were many people accompanying him, and the banner of Confucianism was openly flying. Even so, he still kept an eye on the float he was on, so he must be prepared.
Eryou did not answer, but said to the Confucian disciple who was driving the carriage:
"Don't stop, keep going, don't speed up, crush the token and notify Confucian Sage."
"..."
The disciple nodded.
In an instant, Eryou's spiritual energy burst out, surrounding the bullock cart, and said:
"May the chariot and horse's clothing be light and fur, and I will have no regrets about wearing it."
"Shou!"
In an instant, spiritual energy stripes appeared around the ox cart, constantly guarding it.
"Whoosh!"
An arrow passes through!
The next moment, the evil energy in the sky turned into a magnificent arrow, carrying a strong smell of blood until it came.
Three kinds of auras floated leisurely around Li Zijun's body. The sage aura, the awe-inspiring aura, and the spring and autumn aura!
His eyes opened gently, his long eyelashes fluttered, and then he murmured softly:
"Evil Qi, the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art?"
"..."
With a bang, the terrifying spiritual energy exploded instantly!
Above the sky, there is darkness and clarity.
Then a hoarse laugh came:
"Daughter of the Confucian sage, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"