The two consecutive poems were not written randomly by Feng Jueyu. He had an obvious purpose.
This time the talented scholars met Mu Qianjun during their lake tour, and Feng Jueyu seemed to feel that this man had a rich story.
At the same time, although Mu Qianjun did not tell his origins and origins, he also did not ask Feng Jueyu's origins.
As the saying goes, a hero should never ask where he comes from. From this point of view, Feng Jueyu felt that Mu Qianjun was an extraordinary person.
After getting to know each other bit by bit, Feng Jueyu discovered that Mu Qianjun was a straightforward and upright person who treated others without any pretense. Moreover, although he looked majestic, handsome and suave, he still had a hint of heroism in his bones.
It seems to have the iron-blooded atmosphere of a soldier.
More importantly, Feng Jueyu knows that Mu Qianjun is definitely a powerful warrior. This can be detected just from the blood energy emanating from his body. Moreover, this person must have been fighting in the battlefield for many years and accumulated bit by bit.
The rich blood that comes out of him is unparalleled by ordinary soldiers.
Feng Jueyu admires two kinds of people the most in his life:
One is an upright and honest person with a clean mind.
The other type is the iron-blooded soldier who can sacrifice his life for the country.
Mu Qianjun's body exuded the same aura as the latter, which made Feng Jueyu want to make friends...
Then, he expressed his desire to make friends with the beautiful scenery of Xilin in the song "Spring is a joy for talented people to meet in the south", and regarded Mu Qianjun as a friend...
Later, in order to confirm the identity of Mu Qianjun that he had guessed in his mind, he deliberately wrote the Liangzhou Ci without any changes, this heroic and famous poem through the ages, just to see Mu Qianjun's reaction.
A luminous cup of grape wine. If you want to drink pipa, you will be reminded immediately. Lord Don’t laugh while lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?
This poem describes the scene of people going out to fight, drinking and getting drunk to their heart's content. Suddenly, things took a turn for the worse, and the pipa immediately urged people to go out to fight. The soldiers held up the bowls of strong wine without fear. Even if they died of drunkenness on the battlefield, please don't laugh.
We are so crazy that we have fought in ancient times. How many of us can return to our hometown?
This poem completely touched the hearts of people like Mu Qianjun. On the battlefield, life is at stake, and there is always the possibility of dying in a pool of blood. What soldiers miss most is their hometown, but few can go home as they wish.
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This poem fully describes the hardships of the soldiers, and it is full of passion and heroic spirit of generous service. How can Mu Qianjun not be moved by it?
Not to mention Mu Qianjun, even Xiaobi and Xiaolian had tears in their eyes when they saw it, and were deeply touched...
That's why Mu Qianjun said these words and regarded Feng Jueyu as his lifelong confidante and best friend in life.
It should be noted that among soldiers, it is a sign of heroism to go out with a bowl of wine. Mu Qianjun treated Feng Jueyu in this way, treating him as a brother who had passed his life.
Feng Jueyu is a person who is not easily emotional, but after experiencing a time travel, his state of mind has undergone fundamental changes. If he can become brothers with someone like Mu Qianjun, his trip to this other world will not be in vain.
"Okay, let's just get drunk today." Feng Jueyu also became energetic, drank the wine in the glass and replaced it with a larger bowl, and said to Xiaobi: "Girls, pick up the poems..."
After drinking it in one gulp, Feng Jueyu's "poetry" flourished, and famous verses passed down from his hands...
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As night approaches, the bright moon hangs high, and the big moon disk on Xilin Lake is in the middle. A long line of lanterns is stretched out on the lake, illuminating the vast Xilin as brightly as day.
Dragon dances and lion dance troupes are already going out in the squares along the lake, beating gongs and drums, making a lot of noise. Firecrackers are going up from house to house, exploding fireworks in the dark sky...
The entire Tiannan Empire seems to be celebrating with the whole country, which is no worse than during the New Year. Especially on Xilin Lake, boats of all sizes are moving slowly, and the lake is full of lotus lanterns made by beauties making wishes.
It was already late at night, but the hustle and bustle on the lake showed no signs of stopping. Instead, Feng Jueyu and Mu Qianjun exchanged cups for each other, pushing the poetry meeting to a climax.
In the afternoon, jars of strong liquor were delivered to the 138 ship. Feng Jueyu and Mu Qianjun had a great time drinking. The more they drank, the more Feng Jueyu wrote.
The first poem that has been passed down through the ages has become the focus of attention of the talented scholars and beauties in this poetry gathering...
The road is long and far away, I will search up and down...
When the whole world is turbid, I am alone in my purity; when everyone is drunk, I am alone in my sobriety...
It’s hard to sell dirty wine and worry about the country, so when it comes to rescue, you need to rely on talented people...
There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly across the sea...
Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history...
Don't be afraid of being shattered into pieces, you want to stay green and white in the world...
No matter which one of these poems is full of witty words, they are undoubtedly the pinnacle of works. Feng Jueyu can’t remember how many he wrote. He only knows that as long as he runs out of wine, he will write one and throw it out, and then write a small poem.
Bi and Xiaolian will bring countless spirits into the cabin for the two of them to enjoy.
At first, Xiaobi and Xiaolian didn't believe that one person could have such an amazing talent. They secretly read "A Thousand Poems" from beginning to end, and took out several of the best-selling poetry collections in Taixuan Continent for comparison.
The final result made the two women almost stunned.
Feng Jueyu wrote dozens of poems, but none of them are the same as any other poems today.
In this case, didn't he create these poems alone in Xilin?
God, with such a talent, not to mention the number one scholar, even Zhang Changling, the bachelor of Wenyuan Pavilion, can't compare...
In the lake, the sound of trumpets never stopped, and the good words and phrases from No. 138 were everywhere. In just one afternoon, these poems had been gathered into another new Book of Songs and spread far and wide.
Qingyue Tower, Miss Xiyu, give me a hundred flowers, please invite the unknown young man from 138 ships...
Yanyu Tower, Miss Hanyan, I will give you five jars of fine wine, and invite the unknown young man from 138 ships...
Pink Jade Pavilion, Miss Yunmei, I will give you a pair of calligraphy and painting, please invite the unknown young man from Ship 138...
Baiweilou, give us a seat at Baiwei...
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What shocked the whole country even more was that at any time and at any time, there were invitations from the organizers of the major brothels and restaurants on Xilin Lake, all of which invited talents from the 138th boat to dock as guests.
However, Boat 138 seems to have become a mystery on this lake, and no one has seen its true face so far, let alone the astonishingly talented and unknown young man.
In the small pavilion in the mountain, a cool breeze came, but Wang Chongde and other elders did not notice it at all. Ten people had been staring at the lake since the afternoon, trying to find the whereabouts of the 138 boat, but they never found it. The elders were all anxious.
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"Great talent, great talent, how can such talents remain unknown and why can't they be found?"
Wang Chongde stood by the pavilion, clenching his fists unnaturally, and said: "Master Zhang already knew about this and ordered us to find this person. However, these 138 ships have not received the purple orchids, and the sails have also been lowered. It is like this on the lake.
There are many ships, how can I find them?"
"Through these talented people." An old man said anxiously: "Don't you believe that if you can't find them, you can still hide at the bottom of the lake?"
Wang Chongde shook his head and said: "I don't want to reveal my identity. The boat is traveling very fast. I think the maids on the boat have also been bribed. They won't let go at all. And no matter how much we shout, they won't respond. Even if everyone is mobilized,
, and it may not be possible to find it.”
The elders understood in their hearts that although there were many boats on the Caizi Club, Xilin Lake was bigger, and all the boats were basically the same.
Especially at night, when the vision is dim, it is extremely difficult to find a boat as long as the sail is not hoisted.
Now several people are starting to regret it. Why didn't they send someone to look for it while the sun was not setting?
"Really can't find it?" Zhu Lao had no choice.
Wang Chongde sighed, Ship 138 has not produced poems for an hour, and it is even more difficult to find them. Now they only need to find a secluded place, and there is nothing we can do.
Feng Jueyu's boat should have exceeded the 500 purple orchid mark long ago, but later, Feng Jueyu was afraid that someone would disturb him and Mu Qianjun while drinking, so he only collected less than 200 and asked Xiao Bi and Xiao Lian to stop.
The act of collecting flowers.
At this moment, the wine jars and wine jars were poured together in the cabin of 138. Feng Jueyu and Mu Qianjun were still drinking happily, with red faces and ears. They had long forgotten what was happening in the outside world.
"Brother, come on, have another bowl." Mu Qianjun picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
Feng Jueyu was not to be outdone. Although he was not as good as Mu Qianjun in terms of drinking capacity, wasn't drinking just to get in the mood? He was in such a good mood today that it was not easy to get drunk.
Furthermore, the alcoholic beverages on Taixuan Continent are of low alcohol content and are completely different from the spirits of previous lives.
And since he practiced the magical skill of impermanence of life and death, Feng Jueyu's meridians have been greatly improved, and his drinking capacity has also increased a lot.
Although the two of them looked drunk at this time, they were actually still sober.
The more this happened, the more Feng Jueyu concluded that Mu Qianjun's cultivation level was not low. He had the two qi of life and death in his body to help dissipate the alcohol, but Mu Qianjun had a huge amount of it.
After drinking the last jar of wine, Feng Jueyu was about to open another jar, but at this moment, Mu Qianjun reached out and held him down.
His drunken eyes suddenly shone, revealing a high fighting spirit. Mu Qianjun said: "Brother, is this the end?"
"Brother Mu, have you drunk too much?" Feng Jueyu asked suspiciously.
Mu Qianjun chuckled and said: "How can a mere few dozen jars of wine bring me down, Mu Qianjun? Brother, you underestimate me. It's just that I have something to do today. The moon is already above my brow, and the time has come.
, Brother Wei is leaving soon."
"Brother Mu is leaving?" Feng Jueyu sat upright and looked at him solemnly.
Previously, Mu Qianjun would rather not leave the boat without drinking, so Feng Jueyu noticed something. Now that he heard that Mu Qianjun was leaving, Feng Jueyu became even more convinced that he had something important.
"That's right." Mu Qianjun said: "To tell you the truth, brother Wei has an opponent who will come to Tiannan tonight. He will have a one-on-one duel with brother Wei behind Lianlang and Wupan Mountains. At this time,
arrive."
"Duel?" Feng Jueyu's eyes lit up. Speaking of martial arts, it is much more interesting than writing an article or composing a poem. After hearing this, Feng Jueyu couldn't sit still: "Brother Mu, if you believe me,
Can you take me with you? I also want to see how much someone who can fight against a hero like Brother Mu weighs."
"Aren't you afraid?" Mu Qianjun raised his eyebrows, his expression full of approval.
"Afraid?" Feng Jueyu drank the last sip of wine and said, "You have underestimated my younger brother. In my dictionary, Feng Jueyu, there has never been a word "afraid"."
"So brave!" Mu Qianjun slammed the table and praised, "Okay, then let's go with Brother Wei. You have been in the limelight today, and I can show you Brother Wei's skills tonight."
"Great, Brother Mu, let's go." Feng Jueyu stood up and was about to leave.
Mu Qianjun grabbed him, the drunkenness in his eyes disappeared, and said: "Brother, before you leave, can you write a poem for me? Anything will do, as a proof of our acquaintance this time."
"The last one? Of course it's no problem..."
Feng Jueyu picked up the pen without saying a word, and the ink fell on the rice paper, but it was Li Bai's knight's journey...
Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou's frost and snow are bright. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles. When it's done, he brushes off his clothes and hides his body and name.
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"Xia Ke Xing?" Mu Qianjun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he was shocked: "Okay, what a good song Xia Ke Xing, brother, thank you..."
"Walk……"
Before entering the house, two figures disappeared on the boat, leaving only a poem on the messy wine table...
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