After a while, Lin Lushan finally finished writing the article on hand. He read it carefully from beginning to end and revised two or three places with his pen. Then he nodded slightly and put down the brush in his hand.
He raised his head and saw Wu Jie and Lin Xiao. He was slightly startled, and then smiled.
"Third brother, Xiaoer, why are you here?"
"Come to see you." Wu Jie looked at his thin face and couldn't help but sigh, "If you feel uncomfortable, you should lie in bed and take a good rest. In such a cold weather, be careful of catching a cold!"
"No, I'm in good spirits these days."
"You are deliberately trying to piss off the imperial doctors. I heard that His Majesty sent two imperial doctors to treat you, but you made them angry." Wu Jie shook his head and smiled bitterly as he recounted the street chatter he had just heard.
When the matter was revealed, "Really or not? What on earth did you do?"
"It's nothing. I just said, 'A god told me my fortune.' He said that I was destined to live less than fifty years old. I am about to celebrate my forty-ninth birthday. I'm probably about to reach the end of my life span, so don't waste time."
..."As a result, they became angry and left."
"You are usually very kind, why do you suddenly speak so harshly?" Wu Jie frowned, "This is not your usual style!"
"It's probably about dying. Isn't it the case that someone commits many evil deeds all his life, and finally realizes and changes his ways when he is about to die? I may be a negative example." Lin Lushan had a smile on his face and talked about death easily.
There is no hint of fear in the topic, as if talking about today's weather or what to eat tonight, in an understatement.
Wu Jie saw it in his eyes and sighed in his heart. With his Taoism, he could already see the fire of longevity in mortals. At this moment, the fire of longevity in Linlu Mountain was indeed weak to the extreme, and it looked like it would be extinguished at any time. If it weren't for the sky
From time to time, the tumbling dragon of luck would emit a ray of white light that seeped into his body. If the fire of longevity continued to burn, he would probably be dead.
In other words, the reason why Lin Lushan is able to live until now is precisely because he started writing poetry again, and the back-feeding of literary fortune extended his lifespan.
But the return of cultural luck will not last forever. Wu Jie has already noticed that from just now to now, less than half an hour before and after, the dragon of luck in the sky above Changning City has become slightly smaller.
This trace may seem insignificant, but in fact it is quite a lot, and the effect of literary luck on protecting the Lord is extremely poor. Even if the dragon of luck is not exhausted, it cannot always save Lin Lushan's life.
Aren't the monks gathered here just waiting for Lin Lushan to die before the dragon of luck runs out, so that they can make a wish to inherit his luck?
After chatting for a while, Lin Lushan asked Wu Jie to comment on the Wentong article he had just written.
This article is not long, and the wording is not gorgeous. It can even be said to be quite simple, so simple that it is almost full of rusticity.
Most of today's poems and essays pay attention to neat counterpoints and harmonious rhymes. If you want to get a good reputation, you have to use allusions. In the past, those poems by Lin Lushan that dominated the list used many allusions, and even used allusions.
Known as "No words without dictionaries..." it is a model work that can be called a poetry textbook.
Wu Jie knew that Lin Lushan could write such an article, but why he didn't write an article that was in line with the mainstream of the literary world instead of writing such a simple one was really puzzling.
"This article is not like your style back then." He said bluntly.
Lin Lushan smiled: "It really doesn't look like it. My style back then was very gorgeous, like a dancer on a boat. I wore layers of clothes, and when I moved, I had to shake out the skirt and sleeves to create a rhythm. To show that everything is flowing smoothly. If I had read this kind of article, I would have shaken my head with disdain and said it was 'vulgar'."
"Then why do you write it like this?"
"Because the needs are different." Lin Lushan said, "The articles back then were written for the literati, to recite poems, and to provide guidance with others. But my current articles are written for the common people. What I am reading is for those who I hope can read more books, be more knowledgeable and knowledgeable - I even hope that even illiterate old women on the street can understand my article. And you can feel the emotion I want to express in my article and really understand what I mean."
"Father, this is detrimental to the status of a literati!" Lin Xiao advised with some worry after hearing this, "Literati all over the world place themselves very high. Writing is not only a tool they use to communicate and record, but also a tool they use to show their identity. , a way to distance yourself from ordinary people. By writing such an article, wouldn’t it undermine the lofty status of a scholar?"
"If you smash it, just smash it. What's the use of this illusory thing?" Lin Lushan smiled slightly, "Aloof... Can it be eaten or drank? Can it cure diseases or govern a country? Can it move mountains and seas or can it live forever? Neither can! Since it can’t, then it is redundant!”
"I'm afraid you are the first to say this in the history of history..."
"There has to be a first for everything." Lin Lushan was very calm and did not take the swordsmanship behind the "first" seriously at all. "I am almost dead, so of course I have to write what I want to write. The world No matter how much the literati criticize with words and writings, can they still kill people?"
"But your status is different! You are recognized as the most talented person in the world. If you write such shocking things... I'm afraid you will inevitably get a lot of infamy in the future."
"It's okay, just let them scold you." Lin Lushan didn't care about Wu Jie's worries and smiled calmly, "I have done a lot of things in my life, and many of them were scolded. When I captured Jie Yuan, Some people scolded them; they won the first prize, and some scolded them; they won the first rank, and some scolded them; later on, when they became the Minister of Household Affairs, they were scolded in front of others in the court... As for after becoming the prime minister, there were no more scolds in front of them, but only those scolded behind their backs. Several times more. Since this is already the case, why should we care if anyone scolds us in the future?"
"You are really thinking..."
"People should always be open-minded." Lin Lushan turned his head and looked through the open window at the clusters of peonies planted in the small yard outside the study, his eyes a little distant.
After a while, he smiled again and asked: "Third brother, I heard from Immortal Xiao that you have great supernatural powers and can go in and out of the Netherworld. I wonder if you have ever seen Dan'er in the Netherworld?"
"The underworld is not what you imagine... it is very big, very vast, and very dark. Each soul is just a light of fire there, slowly following the dark wind to the River Styx, washing away the memories of this life. , and then be reincarnated." Wu Jie tried to be as detailed as possible so that Lin Lushan could hear it more clearly.
He described in detail the appearance of the underworld, what he saw and heard there, the underworld dragon, the underworld wind and underworld fire, the demons and ghost cultivators, and the principle of reincarnation...
…
He spoke for a long time, and when he finally finished speaking, the sky was already dark and the sun was about to set.
"That's it!" The setting sun shone in from the window, making Lin Lushan's face glow red. He looked extremely energetic, and the twinkling light in his eyes seemed to be more dazzling than the setting sun in the sky. "So, I
Probably there is no way to meet her in the nether world. But it doesn’t matter. Being able to stay together for so many years in this life proves that we are very destined. I believe that even if we are reincarnated, this fate will not disappear! I will find her again in the next life!
"
Wu Jie smiled and patted his shoulder.
"By the way, the article you are writing now reminds me of something." He suddenly said thoughtfully, "Do you remember what I once told you? Those poems and essays I taught you back then,
From my past life..."
"Well, you said it was a very prosperous and beautiful world, where the rich and officials were subject to many restrictions, and the poor could get food and clothing by relying on their own efforts, and they could walk on the street with their heads held high."
"Are you interested in seeing it?"
Lin Lushan was startled, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face: "How do you know this?"
Wu Jie laughed loudly, raised his arms, and waved his sleeves outward.
"Change!"
In an instant, colorful brilliance flowed by, and the surrounding scenery turned into a scene on earth.
The hardwood desk turned into a wooden combination table, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table turned into a computer, the oil lamps in the room turned into energy-saving wall lamps adsorbed on the wall, the hard wood chairs turned into soft sofas, and the coffee table beside them turned into
For clear tempered glass…
Lin Lushan was startled, and just about to stand up, his body involuntarily turned a small half circle because of the automatic chair he was sitting on. He hurriedly stabilized his body and stood up holding on to the desk.
"What...what's going on?"
"Haha! Let me introduce it to you..."
Things from another world opened Lin Lushan's eyes. He couldn't help but follow Wu Jie's introduction to open the computer and connect to the Internet - but there was nothing.
After a while, Lin Lushan finally finished writing the article on hand. He read it carefully from beginning to end and revised two or three places with his pen. Then he nodded slightly and put down the brush in his hand.
He raised his head and saw Wu Jie and Lin Xiao. He was slightly startled, and then smiled.
"Third brother, Xiaoer, why are you here?"
"Come to see you." Wu Jie looked at his thin face and couldn't help but sigh, "If you feel uncomfortable, you should lie in bed and take a good rest. In such a cold weather, be careful of catching a cold!"
"No, I'm in good spirits these days."
"You are deliberately trying to piss off the imperial doctors. I heard that His Majesty sent two imperial doctors to treat you, but you made them angry." Wu Jie shook his head and smiled bitterly as he recounted the street chatter he had just heard.
When the matter was revealed, "Really or not? What on earth did you do?"
"It's nothing. I just said, 'A god told me my fortune.' He said that I was destined to live less than fifty years old. I am about to celebrate my forty-ninth birthday. I'm probably about to reach the end of my life span, so don't waste time."
..."As a result, they became angry and left."
"You are usually very kind, why do you suddenly speak so harshly?" Wu Jie frowned, "This is not your usual style!"
"It's probably about dying. Isn't it the case that someone commits many evil deeds all his life, and finally realizes and changes his ways when he is about to die? I may be a negative example." Lin Lushan had a smile on his face and talked about death easily.
There is no hint of fear in the topic, as if talking about today's weather or what to eat tonight, in an understatement.
Wu Jie saw it in his eyes and sighed in his heart. With his Taoism, he could already see the fire of longevity in mortals. At this moment, the fire of longevity in Linlu Mountain was indeed weak to the extreme, and it looked like it would be extinguished at any time. If it weren't for the sky
From time to time, the tumbling dragon of luck would emit a ray of white light that seeped into his body. If the fire of longevity continued to burn, he would probably be dead.
In other words, the reason why Lin Lushan is able to live until now is precisely because he started writing poetry again, and the back-feeding of literary fortune extended his lifespan.
But the return of cultural luck will not last forever. Wu Jie has already noticed that from just now to now, less than half an hour before and after, the dragon of luck in the sky above Changning City has become slightly smaller.
This trace may seem insignificant, but in fact it is quite a lot, and the effect of literary luck on protecting the Lord is extremely poor. Even if the dragon of luck is not exhausted, it cannot always save Lin Lushan's life.
Aren't the monks gathered here just waiting for Lin Lushan to die before the dragon of luck runs out, so that they can make a wish to inherit his luck?
After chatting for a while, Lin Lushan asked Wu Jie to comment on the Wentong article he had just written.
This article is not long, and the wording is not gorgeous. It can even be said to be quite simple, so simple that it is almost full of rusticity.
Most of today's poems and essays pay attention to neat counterpoints and harmonious rhymes. If you want to get a good reputation, you have to use allusions. In the past, those poems by Lin Lushan that dominated the list used many allusions, and even used allusions.
Known as "No words without dictionaries..." it is a model work that can be called a poetry textbook.
Wu Jie knew that Lin Lushan could write such an article, but why he didn't write an article that was in line with the mainstream of the literary world instead of writing such a simple one was really puzzling.
"This article is not like your style back then." He said bluntly.
Lin Lushan smiled: "It really doesn't look like it. My style back then was very gorgeous, like a dancer on a boat. I wore layers of clothes, and when I moved, I had to shake out the skirt and sleeves to create a rhythm.
To show that everything is flowing smoothly. If I had read this kind of article, I would have shaken my head with disdain and said it was 'vulgar'."
"Then why do you write it like this?"
"Because the needs are different." Lin Lushan said, "The articles back then were written for the literati, to recite poems, and to provide guidance with others. But my current articles are written for the common people.
What I'm reading is written to those I hope they will
It is for people who can read more books, have more knowledge and experience - I even hope that even illiterate old women on the street can understand my article and feel the emotions I want to express in it.
, can truly understand what I mean.”
"Father, this is detrimental to the status of a literati!" Lin Xiao advised with some worry after hearing this, "Literati all over the world place themselves very high. Writing is not only a tool they use to communicate and record, but also a tool they use to show their identity. , a way to distance yourself from ordinary people. By writing such an article, wouldn’t it undermine the lofty status of a scholar?"
"If you smash it, just smash it. What's the use of this illusory thing?" Lin Lushan smiled slightly, "Aloof... Can it be eaten or drank? Can it cure diseases or govern a country? Can it move mountains and seas or can it live forever? Neither can! Since it can’t, then it is redundant!”
"I'm afraid you are the first to say this in the history of history..."
"There has to be a first for everything." Lin Lushan was very calm and did not take the swordsmanship behind the "first" seriously at all. "I am almost dead, so of course I have to write what I want to write. The world No matter how much the literati criticize with words and writings, can they still kill people?"
"But your status is different! You are recognized as the most talented person in the world. If you write such shocking things... I'm afraid you will inevitably get a lot of infamy in the future."
"It's okay, just let them scold you." Lin Lushan didn't care about Wu Jie's worries and smiled calmly, "I have done a lot of things in my life, and many of them were scolded. When I captured Jie Yuan, Some people scolded them; they won the first prize, and some scolded them; they won the first rank, and some scolded them; later on, when they became the Minister of Household Affairs, they were scolded in front of others in the court... As for after becoming the prime minister, there were no more scolds in front of them, but only those scolded behind their backs. Several times more. Since this is already the case, why should we care if anyone scolds us in the future?"
"You are really thinking..."
"People should always be open-minded." Lin Lushan turned his head and looked through the open window at the clusters of peonies planted in the small yard outside the study, his eyes a little distant.
After a while, he smiled again and asked: "Third brother, I heard from Immortal Xiao that you have great supernatural powers and can go in and out of the Netherworld. I wonder if you have ever seen Dan'er in the Netherworld?"
"The underworld is not what you imagine... it is very big, very vast, and very dark. Each soul is just a light of fire there, slowly following the dark wind to the River Styx, washing away the memories of this life. , and then be reincarnated." Wu Jie tried to be as detailed as possible so that Lin Lushan could hear it more clearly.
He described in detail the appearance of the underworld, what he saw and heard there, the underworld dragon, the underworld wind and underworld fire, the demons and ghost cultivators, and the principle of reincarnation... …
He spoke for a long time, and when he finally finished speaking, the sky was already dark and the sun was about to set.
"That's it!" The setting sun shone in from the window, making Lin Lushan's face glow red. He looked extremely energetic, and the twinkling light in his eyes seemed to be more dazzling than the setting sun in the sky. "So, I Probably there is no way to meet her in the nether world. But it doesn’t matter. Being able to stay together for so many years in this life proves that we are very destined. I believe that even if we are reincarnated, this fate will not disappear! I will find her again in the next life! "
Wu Jie smiled and patted his shoulder.
"By the way, the article you are writing now reminds me of something." He suddenly said thoughtfully, "Do you remember what I once told you? Those poems and essays I taught you back then, From my past life..."
"Well, you said it was a very prosperous and beautiful world, where the rich and officials were subject to many restrictions, and the poor could get food and clothing by relying on their own efforts, and they could walk on the street with their heads held high."
"Are you interested in seeing it?"
Lin Lushan was startled, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face: "How do you know this?"
Wu Jie laughed loudly, raised his arms, and waved his sleeves outward.
"Change!"
In an instant, colorful brilliance flowed by, and the surrounding scenery turned into a scene on earth.
The hardwood desk turned into a wooden combination table, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table turned into a computer, the oil lamps in the room turned into energy-saving wall lamps adsorbed on the wall, the hard wood chairs turned into soft sofas, and the coffee table beside them turned into
For clear tempered glass…
Lin Lushan was startled, and just about to stand up, his body involuntarily turned a small half circle because of the automatic chair he was sitting on. He hurriedly stabilized his body and stood up holding on to the desk.
"What...what's going on?"
"Haha! Let me introduce it to you..."
Things from another world opened Lin Lushan's eyes. He couldn't help but follow Wu Jie's introduction to open the computer and connect to the Internet - but there was nothing.
Wu Jie touched his nose and laughed awkwardly: "Maybe the network cable is broken... but it doesn't matter, let's go out for a walk and I'll show you with your own eyes.
"o
Under the guidance of Wu Jie, Lin Lushan wandered ignorantly on the modern streets, looking at the people coming and going, the busy traffic, the busy industries, all kinds of beauty and darkness... and
He didn't know how long it took before he sighed deeply, his eyes full of admiration.
"This world is so wonderful!"
"yes."
"Then how did this world come about? It couldn't have been like this from the beginning, right?"
Wu Jie hesitated for a moment and began to tell him the history of the earth and the evolution of civilization...
Lin Lushan looked at Wu Jie intently, listened attentively, and refused to let go of any word.
When Wu Jie finished speaking, he was silent for a while and asked: "Third brother, you are a god, your vision is much farther than mine... In your opinion, can our world become so good?"
Wu Jie was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and shook his head: "Each world has its own appearance, or in other words, each world develops slowly according to its own laws. Perhaps tens of millions of years later, this world will also
It can develop to that point...but maybe not. I'm not good enough to predict that far."
"I believe it will definitely become like this! Although we are developing a bit slowly, we are making progress after all!" Lin Lushan said with a smile, "I am not as pessimistic as you, I am very confident!"
"You are right. Compared with the world where demons were dancing around in the past, today's world has made great progress. Perhaps as you said, although it is very slow, it will develop to this point sooner or later..."
"What a pity... I can't see it with my own eyes!" Lin Lushan sighed deeply, his face full of regret, "But at least I saw a beautiful future, and I can die with my longing and hope for the future...
…For me, who has been working hard all my life, this is the most comforting thing!”
Wu Jie sighed and did not answer.
"Okay, we should go back. There are still many things waiting for me to do."
As soon as Lin Lushan said this, the surrounding scene disappeared immediately. He was still sitting in the study. It was completely dark, and the oil lamp reflected shadows in the study. This was a scene he had been familiar with for decades, as if nothing had happened.
In fact, he didn't leave the study at all. Everything he saw and came into contact with was transformed by Wu Jie's magic power. He even sat there motionless the whole time, just thinking that he had stood up and that he had followed Wu Jie.
In that bustling world, I thought I was witnessing people and things I had never imagined.
Everything he saw was Wu Jie's memories transformed into scenes and projected into his heart. Those were actually just things Wu Jie had seen, heard, and come into contact with back then. Everything was just an illusion. But he
The light in his eyes is brighter than ever before.
For ten years, he has been working hard to maintain the Great Chu Kingdom, constantly walking from one predicament to another, like a person being chased by a beast, without even a moment of respite. Even when he was sleeping, he felt heavy in his heart.
It was a huge burden and I woke up from nightmares countless times.
For the sake of this country, he really exhausted his efforts and tried his best.
But even though he and his companions tried their best, the country of Chu was still in decline, with no hope of prosperity in sight. They were like a group of boatmen, working hard on a big ship with a broken bottom.
They scooped up water and tried to drain the water out of the cabin to prevent the ship from sinking. But no matter how hard they tried, more and more water came in, and the ship kept sinking little by little, which was unimaginable.
As the days go by, there are fewer and fewer people holding hope, and more and more people are discouraged, numb, and give up on themselves. Even Xiong Er, the emperor of Chu who was supposed to do his best to maintain the country, has gradually lost his
faith and hope
But Lin Lushan never gave up. He was like a young man returning stranded fish to the sea on the beach at low tide. Even though he knew that what he could do was only a drop in the bucket, he still kept doing it. He didn't
If he is willing to give up, he will work hard until the end! Even so, his heart has long been filled with frustration and a sense of failure. He has also long doubted whether everything he has done is meaningful, and he has lost hope for the future.
Perhaps things in this world are originally like this. Countries will continue to cycle between chaos and chaos, just like the rising and setting of the sun. Brightness, warmth, and darkness and coldness are always alternating, a simple but ruthless alternation. What they do
Everything is actually meaningless.
But everything he saw today told him that everything they did was meaningful!
He can't see it anymore, his friends and companions can't see it, probably even Wu Jie and Lin Xiao can't see it, but he believes that even if their world develops slower, it will develop to that point sooner or later.
of!
This is enough! This is the hope he has been pursuing!
Lin Lushan stood up and bowed deeply to Wu Jie: "Thank you, Third Brother, for relieving the depression in my heart. Now I finally have no regrets!"
Wu Jie nodded and flicked his fingers, and a warm bed appeared in the study - just like the one on earth that Lin Lushan had seen in his hallucinations. And a light like a wall lamp appeared on the wall.
It is soft and bright, as if a bright moon is embedded in the wall.
"I can't turn the whole world into that. But if it's just a bed or a lamp, it won't be a problem for me."
Lin Lushan looked at the large bed, which was covered with a Simmons mattress, a cashmere blanket, and a vacuum cotton quilt. He looked at the bright but not dazzling wall lamp, and couldn't help but smile.
"As expected of a god, even a gift is so unique!" He walked to the bedside, patted the soft and elastic mattress, sat on it and rocked up and down a few times like a curious child, smiling happily.
"Xiao'er, after I die, you can expand the tombs of me and your mother, and arrange a room like this in the tomb." He warned his son, "Your father and I lived a simple life. There should be no one to enjoy it after death."
What kind of gossip can you say?"
"Even if they gossip, they won't talk about your tomb." Lin Xiao nodded and sighed, "You have made enough enemies over the years, and there are enough places for them to gossip -
For example, these articles now.”
"Ahem, you kid really doesn't care about anything! You don't need to tell me, I know these articles are destined to be scolded. But I think this is how the articles should be written." Lin Lushan's expression changed again.
He became serious, "I have experienced many, many things over the years, and I deeply feel that compared to the 'wonderful, elegant, mysterious, and the like, the ordinary and simple things are more...more energetic."
"People will die and the country will perish, but the people will pass it on from generation to generation. What they say is not elegant at all, not refined at all, has no antithesis, and does not pay attention to any rhyme, and whether it uses allusions or not is even more important.
I don't care at all. But after thousands of years, even if all our words have been wiped out, they will definitely still be there, still speaking the kind of words that are very vulgar and worthless in the eyes of literati."
"Compared with those self-admiring poems, I think their words are truly dynamic and can truly be passed down through the ages!" Lin Lushan's body was filled with green light, and the dragon of luck in the sky was rolling violently.
Get up, towering and powerful
People said, "Third brother, I have received countless wonderful poems and essays from you, some are elegant or gorgeous, some are majestic or lingering... I have also learned countless good poems and essays in my life, and they are brilliantly written and make people moved.
Praise...but now, I don't need them!"
"I want to write articles that belong to the common people. I want to write articles that they can understand, understand, and make them cry and laugh. I want to write about their world and their lives." The green light in the study soared into the sky.
It rose up, just like that night decades ago, soaring into the sky and tearing apart all the gloomy dark clouds.
In the starry sky, literary luck is like a dragon, swimming among the stars, holding its head high and letting out a silent roar.
On this night, every scholar in the Kyushu world felt an invisible pressure falling from the sky, like a huge mountain pressing on their heads, making them unable to lift their heads.
They don't know it yet, but they will know it soon. Being born in this era is both their happiness and their misfortune.
No matter how talented they are, they will all be eclipsed by the words describing the common people!
