Is this a talented poet in the Ming Dynasty poetry circle? Can he still establish a sect in the Ming Dynasty poetry circle?
Shen Lie couldn't help but shake his head when he looked at the two proud Jingling sect talented men and the admirers who desperately admired their stinky feet.
Where do you start talking about this?
On the side, Zhang Jingxiu put his pretty face close to his and said softly: "This Jingling sect learned from the Gong'an sect and has always opposed restoration and imitation of the prosperous Tang Dynasty..."
Shen Lie was speechless.
It seems that I accidentally got it wrong.
At this time, Shen Lie couldn't help but think of the world in which he was born.
In that world, there were many anonymous painters, legendary abstract painters, and elegant art that made people confused.
He is on a par with these idiots from the Jingling sect, who specialize in chewing words and using professional terms that ordinary people cannot understand to fool people.
There’s no difference!
This is not to say that scholars in the Ming Dynasty were stupid, but because the imperial examination system in the Ming Dynasty was so developed that those who were truly capable and talented took the exams to become officials and do important things.
So only these rotten fish and shrimps were left, and the fish that slipped through the imperial examination education were swaying through the poetry world, and they even formed gangs.
Shen Lie kept muttering in his heart.
But not far away, the group of Jingling sect talents standing under the big willow tree were showing off even more energetically. It seemed that the atmosphere had been set.
Under the expectation of hundreds of admirers and followers.
In the blink of an eye, another poem was recited. The poem said: "Looking into the distance and writing about the autumn of the river, the autumn mood has never come. I have never seen an inch of wave, but the paper is full of autumn water..."
In an instant.
There was another burst of cheers from all around.
"good!"
"Wonderful!"
Amid the thunderous cheers, Shen Lie looked confused as he tried to understand the meaning of the poem, but his brows furrowed.
"I have never seen an inch of wave, but all the paper is covered with autumn water."
Is this human language? This is just for the sake of rhyming and matching, forcibly piecing together some unrelated words and turning them into four meaningless sentences.
Can this also be called poetry?
The onlookers roared with applause.
Shen Lie couldn't bear it any longer, so he moved closer to Zhang Jingxiu, and whispered next to her bright little ears: "This is why you don't speak well!"
At this moment.
Ten thousand thoughts popped up in Shen Lie's mind, just like ten thousand grass and mud horses running through his heart. For a long time, the artist couldn't talk properly and made up mysteries. This matter started in the Ming Dynasty.
How dare you look down on Li Bai and Du Fu with just these scraps, and still want to be new and different?
What a damn thing!
"ah?"
Zhang Jingxiu seemed stunned for a moment, and looked over in astonishment, as if he was stunned by Shen Lie's shocking conclusion.
Time seems to have stood still at this moment.
Soon, Zhang Jingxiu couldn't help but blush slightly, gave Shen Lie an angry look, and shouted in protest: "Brother Shen!"
Looking at her slightly red face, she seemed to be blaming Shen Lie for what he said was too vulgar.
Shen Lie had no choice but to touch his head, reorganize his words, shake his head and softly said: "It's not human, it's inhuman."
Zhang Jingxiu looked at the way he was chewing words and was dumbfounded. He couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, looking at Shen Lie with a pair of blurred bright eyes.
That stunning face showed a playful smile: "Haha...Brother Shen has a great talk."
The words are rough and the reasoning is not rough.
Suddenly, Zhang Jingxiu felt that the poetry meeting was made boring by Shen Lie's two words.
The great talents in today's poetry world, led by the Jingling School, advocate a style of poetry that pursues weirdness, but they don't speak well.
"Why."
She sighed faintly, and Shen Lie also shook his head and sighed. For a moment, the two of them felt the same way. Only two people knew how to understand each other, and it flowed quietly in the air.
By this time, Shen Lie finally understood why there were no decent poems in the Ming Dynasty, because the culture of scholars in the Ming Dynasty was bad.
These scholars, all of whom have little ability, still think about being new and original all day long, naturally embark on the path of no return of pretending to be sophisticated.
So Shen Lie sighed again: "People's hearts are not as old as they used to be!"
Zhang Jingxiu thought for a while and then said softly: "What Brother Shen said is absolutely true."
In the poetry gathering that was filled with cheers at this moment, only Shen Lie and Zhang Jingxiu were muttering here, but at this moment.
A strange voice came over: "Vulgar people in the mountains dare to bark here."
The voice was so sudden and quite loud.
Shen Lie frowned slightly and saw that the person speaking loudly turned out to be the Confucian scholars of the Zhang clan sitting opposite him and Miss Zhang.
These young men had been staring at him all morning. Seeing him behaving intimately with his cousin, they had already gone crazy with jealousy. Now they had an opportunity.
Several people were close at hand, looking at Shen Lie with arrogant expressions, and asked loudly: "You are so arrogant and talk nonsense about the celebrities of the Jingling sect. You must have learned a lot?"
"Humph, you vulgar person, I will show off by being with you!
All of a sudden, several Zhang clan disciples began to yell at Shen Lie, questioning him one after another, attracting the attention of people from far and near.
Seeing this, the young masters of the Zhang family took the opportunity to shout loudly: "Comrades, come and see, this idiot dares to look down on the famous works of the Jingling sect's talents."
"Surround him and argue with him!"
As soon as he shouted these words, Shen Lie became the target of public criticism. He was looked at by hundreds of scorching eyes from far and near, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
At this moment, Shen Lie couldn't help but feel a little regretful in his heart. He wished he could slap himself in the face. He had clearly made up his mind to be a mute, but he still couldn't hold it back.
It's good now, these people caught me and took advantage of me.
Guard against day and night, it is difficult to guard against house thieves.
In the commotion.
Zhang Jingxiu glared hard at the cousins who were making trouble for nothing, then stood up quickly, straightened his clothes, and bowed to the people around him: "My friend drank a few glasses of water and wine, and spoke indiscriminately. Please bear with me." .”
But it was already too late. Several scholars came around reluctantly and said, "That can't be done!"
In full view.
Zhang Jingxiu frowned, but still bowed to her surroundings and said softly.
"Sorry, sorry."
But those talented men did not intend to let Shen Lie go, and gathered around him angrily, only making a few noises.
A large group of people gathered around Shen Lie, pointing at him.
There was an uproar around them, but luckily Zhang Kui saw that the situation was not going well, and led Zhang's guards to stop a few people, and showed the Taishi's tooth badge.
Seeing that he had offended the public, Shen Lie quickly bowed and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, and it doesn't matter if he admits his mistakes.
So after a small disturbance, the group of people left Liulang Village in despair and rode horses slowly on the official road under the watchful eyes of countless literati and poets.
The cavalry left Liulangzhuang and got farther and farther away from the Great Lake, but they did not return to the city, but walked slowly towards the foot of Wanshou Mountain.
The atmosphere in the cavalry was somewhat silent.
Zhang Jingxiu kept a calm face and said nothing.
The expressions on those fellow tribesmen also knew that they had gone too far, and they followed obediently on their horses without daring to say a word.
Shen Lie had no choice but to rush forward and apologized: "It was Shen Menglang who caused trouble...I'm sorry."
Zhang Jingxiu said lightly: "I don't blame you."
She seemed really annoyed, and it was naturally not Shen Lie who was annoyed, but those cousins.
In embarrassment, Zhang Jingxiu ignored those fellow disciples who snitched and made things difficult for Shen Lie, his pretty face covered with frost.
Shen Lie was helpless and lost interest in talking for a while. He just rode on the horse with slight ups and downs, watching the setting sun and falling into deep thoughts.
When trying to make a living in this era, he still felt a little guilty.
But now it seems that after all, he has hundreds of years more experience than people of this era. What he talks about is truth, and what is revealed between his fingers is literary talent.