When Yi Bingshui looked back, he turned out to be a young general wearing a silver helmet. The guards bowed and saluted when they saw him. He was obviously the leader of the guards. Although Yi Bingshui was wearing a military uniform, his appearance could not hide his aura.
He has an elegant and handsome air, and is polite in his behavior. I know that there will be no excitement today. When I saw him praising his poetic talent, I shook my head and said nonsensically: "Just average, third in the world."
The silver-helmeted general was stunned when he heard this: "'Just average, third in the world'. But I don't know who is first or second."
What Yi Bingshui said was just smooth, so there was nothing first or second. Hearing him ask this question, I felt very happy, thinking that the ancients really had no sense of humor. But his face remained calm and he said seriously: "Brother,
It’s such a pity that I have never heard of one of the best people in the world.” After saying this, he couldn’t stop making noises to express his pity.
The Xuanjia general said: "I would like to hear the details."
While talking, Yi Bingshui thought about how to deal with it, and thought to herself: Li Du is the most outstanding poet in the Tang Dynasty, but it is a pity that he has not yet been born. If the four outstanding poets of the early Tang Dynasty were to be used, they would not show their cleverness. He thought in his mind and said
: "Of course it's Li Da and Du Er."
"Li Da? Du Er? Who is that?" General Xuanjia looked confused.
Yi Bingshui deliberately made fun of you, pretending to be mysterious and said in a serious tone: "Both of you are experts from outside the world. It's not surprising that ordinary people don't know about them. It's not surprising for outsiders."
Although the Xuanjia general wanted to know who the best and second best person in the world was at this time, he couldn't ask any more questions. The "hedgehog" shouted: "What Li Dadu Er, maybe a birdman, he must have never seen anything before."
In the world, even in the countryside, you dare to claim to be first or second in the world. It's really ridiculous." "Hedgehog" was scolded by Yi Bingshui just now, and he felt very unhappy, so he deliberately sought bad luck with her.
Yi Bingshui snorted coldly and recited proudly: "
The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of clouds.
The wind blows tens of thousands of miles and blows through Yumen Pass.
The Han descended to Baideng Road, and the Hu took a peek at Qinghai Bay.
The origin of the battle was that no one returned.
The garrisonmen looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home.
The tall building is like this night, sighing is not enough
How about this poem? Shouldn’t it be the best in the world?”
Yi Bingshui had always admired Li Bai's poems the most, and he was so familiar with this piece "Moon on the Mountain" that he recited it immediately. The Xuanjia general high-fived and praised: "'The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of clouds. The wind blows tens of thousands.
"Here, Blowing across the Jade Gate Pass" is not only a good poem, it is actually the best among poems. This poem alone is unparalleled in the world, and it is worthy of being number one in the world!"
"The fire clouds have not gathered up the strange peaks yet, and I am startled by a leaf of wind as I lay on my pillow.
Several gardens are desolate, and whose anvil and pestle are lonely.
The intermittent sound of cicadas mourns the waning moon, and the flames of fireflies shine high and low in the dusk sky.
I'll give it to Kinmen again in time. Late at night, I scratch my head and sigh at the flying canopy.
How about this one?"
The Xuanjia general praised loudly: "It is also one of the best works."
Yi Bingshui smiled and said: "This is what my two brothers did. How are they talented in poetry?"
The Xuanjia general said curiously: "Two brothers? The two brothers are really great poets. I wonder what their names are?"
Yi Bingshui smiled and said: "I'm talking about Li Da and Du Er, my two sworn brothers. They have always been hidden in the mountains and forests, and rarely walked around in the world. One calls himself the Poet Immortal, and the other calls himself the Poet Saint.
.Normally outsiders can’t see them at all.”
General Xuanjia saw that Yi Bingshui was young, talented in literature, tall and tall, free and elegant, and had an extraordinary bearing. He claimed to be the third in poetry and prose, and the first and second were even more immortal figures. He listened leisurely and fascinated, and originally thought
Yang Yue was asked to introduce him, but after hearing the last sentence, he couldn't help but feel cold again.
But Yi Bingshui was thinking in her heart: "Lao Li, Lao Du, I didn't take your poems as my own, so I'm doing you a favor."
General Xuanjia thought that since he could not see the number one or two, it would be a blessing to meet the number three in the world today. He was more respectful to Yi Bingshui, saluted Yang Yue and said, "Have you ever asked for your name, sir?"
When Yi Bingshui saw that he had changed from "little brother" to "sir", it was obvious that he had been fooled by her. She had already burst out laughing in her heart, but she didn't dare to show any of it on her face. She pretended to return the favor and said: "Don't give me the 'Gao' surname."
Yi, known as Yi San. I wonder what your surname is?"
Yi Bingshui looked at Xiao Wu and winked. Originally, Mrs. Yuan changed her name to Yuan Bing after accepting her as her adopted daughter. However, since Yi Bingshui did not want to leave her real name, her real name Yi Bingshui was an unknown name.
There is nothing better than using the authentic name.
General Xuanjia said: "It turns out to be Mr. Yi San. My surname is Wu Mingde. I am also ranked third. I wonder if Mr. Yi's masterpiece is a masterpiece. Can you please give me some advice?"
Yi Bingshui saw that he was obsessed with poems, and she felt a little guilty because she wanted to study literature. She had an idea and said with a smile: "I don't dare to teach you. It's just that I was going to go up this mountain to visit the immortals and recite poems and write poems. I didn't think about it."
, Hum hum, disappointing, ah disappointing..." After saying that, he yawned, turned around and walked down the mountain.
Seeing this, Wu De hurriedly called to her and said, "Since you want to visit the mountains, sir, why don't you finish the tour before going?"
Yi Bingshui muttered deliberately: "It's a pity that someone refused to let me."
Wu De looked at the guards, smiled at Yang Yue and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Sir, you can enjoy the mountain tour." After saying this, he made a "please" gesture.
The "Mountain Boar" warrior wanted to argue a few words, but was stopped by Wu De and had to step aside. Yi Bingshui laughed and passed through the guards with his long body and head.
Xiaowu was going up the mountain together, but was stopped by the guards. Yi Bingshui looked at Wu De, who looked troubled.
Wu De seemed to be following Yi Bingshui. He would go wherever Yi Bingshui went. They talked about poems and songs along the way and kept getting entangled. Everywhere he went, he asked Yi Bingshui if he could get poetry.
At first, Bingshui found some poems to deal with him. Later, when he saw that he always asked about poems, he became upset and didn't bother to pay attention. He said: "Brother, I can only write poems for three days, so I am called Yi San. That's why I am ranked among Li Da and Du."
After two.”
Wu De suddenly said: "I see. I think the two great sages Li Da and Du Er must only write one or two poems a day?" Then he was surprised and said: "Why do you fall behind when you do so much?"
Yi Bingshui was amused in her heart, but she still replied: "That's right, very true, but very true. Because my eldest brother, Mr. Li, only writes one article at most every day, so every article is carefully crafted, with the least amount, and the writing is also very accurate.
Best. As the saying goes: 'Reciting one word of poetry can save ten years of life', this is exactly the truth."
Wu De couldn't help but suddenly thought. He couldn't help nodding in agreement. He felt that Yi Bingshui's words were exquisite: "'Reciting one word of poetry can take away ten years of life.' Mr. Master's sentence was so convincing... I think that Du Er must be every
I can only write two poems a day, but they are also very exquisite..." Yi Bingshui unknowingly quoted a sentence from later generations. This "reciting one word of poetry will take away ten years of life" is a sentence from Lu Yanrang, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty.
, but it is not a "common saying". So no wonder Wu De was impressed.
Yi Bingshui nodded and said: "For this reason, I can only write three poems a day. I can't write more poems until today. Otherwise, if the two eldest brothers find out, they will laugh to death... These clumsy works are really unacceptable to others.
" Seeing that Yi Bingshui said this so eloquently, she was even more impressed, treating her like an expert from heaven. It was not easy to force her to write poems at the moment, so he asked: "Sir, two eldest brothers, one is called the Immortal of Poetry, and the other is called the Saint of Poetry.
, but I don’t know what your name is sir?”
Yi Bingshui didn't expect him to ask such a question, so she couldn't help but smile and said: "Brother Wu, can you guess?" But he had already thought of a title in his mind, Wu De thought for a while and said: "Poetry Immortal, Poetic Saint, Mr. Yi
His talent can be regarded as the 'god of poetry', could he be the 'god of poetry'?"
Yi Bingshui shook her head and said with a smile: "No, no. It's the word 'poetry ghost'!"
Yi Bingshui saw that he did not leave five steps away from her, which showed that he was afraid that he would do something wrong, but he liked poetry very much, so he had no choice but to follow her closely.
"Poetry ghost!" Wu De sighed in surprise, "Mr.'s poems and essays really deserve the title of poetry ghost.
‘Wu Si Shu Tong stands high in autumn, the empty mountain is condensed with clouds that are not flowing.
Jiang E cries about the sorrow of women in bamboo, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.
Cold light melted in front of the twelve doors, and twenty-three silk threads moved the purple emperor.
Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain startle.
I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.
Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, with his feet exposed and flying wet and cold rabbits sideways.
', it is really a miraculous work. But the cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor. Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and make the autumn rain fall. This is obviously a fairy that floats into the immortal, and it should be called a 'Poetry Immortal'
' is the right name, but Mr.'s sworn brother is already a 'Poetry Immortal', so he dares to be called a 'Poetry Ghost'..."
After hearing what he said, Yi Bingshui couldn't help but secretly praise him. That poem was originally the work of the poet Li Hezhi, but he didn't expect him to say it right away. He couldn't help but secretly admire him and thought to himself: "The ancients are indeed not good at this. This poetry appreciation
His power is really brilliant." After all, the Poet Demon is the title of Bai Juyi, and the Poet God is the title of Su Dongpo. Neither one can be used casually. He couldn't help being more humble: "Brother, I can't bear the title of this poet.
Even a devil cannot be called the 'God of Poetry', he just grabs the tail of poetry, so I want to call him the 'Poetry Ghost'!"
Wu De saw that Yi Bingshui had always been arrogant and wild, but he didn't expect to suddenly become humble. He couldn't help but look at Yi Bingshui a few more times, and saw her standing on the cliff, looking pretty in the valley, her clothes fluttering, elegant and elegant, and he was fascinated for a moment.
He said foolishly: "Poetry Ghost, what a 'Poetry Ghost', he actually has another artistic conception..."
Seeing his explanation, Yi Bingshui couldn't help but be stunned. She was amused in her heart and said with her fists in her hands: "Brother Wu is really an expert. I've heard you talk nonsense all the way. I wonder if Brother Wu has any poems?"
When Wu De saw Yi Bingshui asking him for a poem, his face turned red and he lowered his head and said, "Sir, I don't know something. I'm not good at this. Even if I get a poem, I don't dare to show my shame in front of the "Poetry Ghost"."
Seeing that he refused, Yi Bingshui didn't want to ask further, so she simply said: "The word 'sir' is just a joke. If you don't give up, you can call me brother."
Yi Bingshui was very excited when he saw this, so he called Yi Bingshui "Sanlang". When Yi Bingshui saw Wu De calling him "Sanlang, Sanlang" affectionately, he couldn't help but frown secretly, but people in the Tang Dynasty always called him this way, and they were asking for more.
He was also not prone to attacks. According to the convention, she should have called Wu De Sanlang, but it sounded awkward, so she still called him Brother Li.
Wu De saw that Yi Bingshui seemed a little unhappy that he did not write a poem. He was at a loss for a moment and thought that if he really wrote it, he would be disappointed even more, so he might as well not write it. After thinking about it, he said: "Sanlang has made a poem.
"Wen, I'm hungry after thinking about it. How about I go hunt some wild game to serve Sanlang as a meal? As for writing poems, please ask Sanlang for mercy."
Since going up the mountain, Yi Bingshui had been suffering from headaches caused by him. When he saw that he had asked to leave, he was eager to do so, so he said: "It would be better this way, so I can help Brother Li." He glanced at Wu De and joked, "
I hope Brother Wu’s hunting skills will not be as good as writing poetry..."
Wu De's face turned red, he touched the bow and arrow in his waist, and said with a smile: "With this little effort, I am still a little confident. Sanlang, please wait a moment."
After saying goodbye to Yi Bingshui, she walked quickly and disappeared into the jungle after a while. Seeing Wu De walking away, Yi Bingshui slithered away as if running away. When she saw Wu De going northwest, she went to other places.
I walked in the direction. I walked wildly and felt lost. I turned left and right. After a few hours, I arrived at the top of Dongshan. I felt hungry and regretted that I should have eaten that Wu De before leaving.
I wonder if Wu Denas has caught any game. It's getting late, it's already late, and the roads in Huashan are not easy to walk. If we don't go down the mountain as soon as possible, I'm afraid we'll have to sleep on the mountain at night.
She was either troubled by Wu De and had a headache along the way, or she was walking in a hurry to avoid Wu De, but she didn't bother to look at the beautiful scenery in the mountains. Seeing the Dragon Girl Temple right in front of her, she was unwilling to go down the mountain.
The Dragon Girl Temple on the East Peak is dedicated to the daughter of the Dragon King of the East China Sea.
Buddha often said that the dragon king "makes clouds and rains". Since the Tang and Song Dynasties, emperors have repeatedly issued edicts to worship the dragon and make the dragon king. Taoism also has the theory of the dragon king causing rain in the four seas. The four seas refer to the east, south, west and north.
Four Seas, but there are different versions of the name of the Dragon King of the Four Seas.
"The List of Gods": The Dragon King of the East Sea is named Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the South Sea is named Ao Ming, the Dragon King of the West Sea is named Ao Shun, and the Dragon King of the North Sea is named Ao Ji.
"Taiwan County Chronicles" in the 17th year of Qianlong's reign: "In the second year of Yongzheng's reign, he was granted the title of Dragon King of the Four Seas. He was named Xianren in the east, Zhaoming in the south, Zhengheng in the west, and Chongli in the north."
As for its name, it can be found in Xu Dao's "Tongjian of the Immortals of the Past Dynasties" in the Ming Dynasty:
In the East China Sea, it belongs to Cangningde Wang Ao Guang. In the South China Sea, it belongs to Chi'an Hongshengji Wang Ao Run. In the West China Sea, it belongs to Su Qingrun Wang Ao Qin. In the Beihai, it belongs to Huanxun Ze Wang Ao Shun.
The current folk legend of the Four Seas Dragon King in Taiwan is based on the records in the "Feng Shen Bang" of the Ming Dynasty.
Yi Bingshui knew that Andersen's "Daughter of the Sea" was the youngest daughter of the Dragon King of the Sea. Our country also has the story of the Dragon King and Princess of the East China Sea:
My father once told a story: There is a Turtle Mountain on the south bank of Qinghe Reservoir, and a Dragon Girl Peak on the north bank. They look at each other from a distance. How did these lifelike Guishan Mountain and Dragon Girl Peak come into being?
Legend has it that there is a golden turtle in the East China Sea who has been cultivating for thousands of years. He has achieved Zhengguo and turned into a young man in white. He works as an errand for the Dragon King of the East China Sea and is responsible for the official documents of the Dragon King of the East China Sea. The Dragon King's youngest daughter, Xiao Longnu, fell in love with him, and they fell in love with him.
When they had time, they would recite poems and paint together. After a long time, the Dragon King of the East China Sea found out about this. How could the Dragon Girl marry the Golden Turtle? He decided to send the Golden Turtle to Qinghe outside the Great Wall. Because the winter there was cold, let the Golden Turtle think about his past there.
Xiao Longnu found that the golden turtle was missing and searched all over the East China Sea but could not find it. Later, she heard from others that the golden turtle had been sent to Qinghe, so she escaped from the East China Sea and rushed to Qinghe day and night.
The Dragon King of the East China Sea found that his daughter was missing, and he must have gone to find the golden turtle, so the dragon king chased her north. The little dragon girl came to Qinghe and saw the golden turtle in the distance, still thinking about her past, and was about to swim over quickly, but at this moment she became angry.
The Dragon King of the East China Sea fixed the little Dragon Girl on the other side with one finger and turned it into a mountain. The golden turtle was very sad when he saw this scene and begged the Dragon King of the East China Sea to turn himself into a mountain and stay with the Little Dragon Girl forever. The old Dragon King
Said: "It's okay to turn into a mountain, but not together. It will ruin the reputation of our dragon clan. You can only watch my daughter on the other side!" In this way, the golden turtle turned into a turtle-shaped mountain, across the Qinghe River from the dragon.
