The sun sets, the afterglow is mild, the brother surnamed Luo carries a wine jug, and when he chats, he makes witty remarks, what is the righteousness of the people, and the people do not look at success or failure, and what laymen put their minds at ease when they see that there is nothing in front of them, but they don't know that kung fu is only in accidents.
Even Xu Fengnian, an outsider, listened to it with relish, and felt that he was full of cheesiness.
Not to mention the two ladies who had secretly promised Luo Gongzi a dream, they couldn't wait to snuggle up, or simply go to the bed to listen to the teachings, several old Confucian students also nodded frequently, obviously the good impression of this Luo family disciple is not just because his surname is Luo, just like when he met a horse thief, this person grabbed the sword before Hu Cong drew his sword to resist the enemy, a good romantic and suave scholar sword man, and he will definitely not be a thing in the pool in the future.
There is Luo Gongzi threading the needle, the atmosphere is warm, a talented man improvises poetry, the woman surnamed Su plays the bamboo flute, and the rest of the young men and women either clap their hands and echo it, or beat the withered branches to make light drums, and they are happy.
Luo Lao Rusheng, who was in a green shirt with a jade hanging from his waist, looked into the distance and said with emotion: "The frog at the bottom of the well looks at the sky at the mouth of the well, how big can it be, the world is wide, and the eyes of the heart are also opened."
So you young people, you want to take advantage of your health to go out for a walk, I followed the family to the north, along the way to the chaos, I was displaced and became a common people, only to know the suffering and difficulties of the people, so when I arrived in Beimang, I think that our group of old scholars, generally compared with those scholars who stayed in the Central Plains, are much less wind and snow, and a little more humane.
Our children also have a lot of untimely high school reading. ” Xu Fengnian twisted his fingers, gently broke a dead branch, threw it into the bonfire, and nodded with a smile: "Mr.
Luo is very reasonable. ” The old Confucian whose family background was also first-class in the Northern and Southern Dynasties retracted his gaze, looked at this young man with an excellent temper, and laughed in a low voice: "Little Brother Xu, Luo Changhe, these and crown scholars, although they are not very polite and have no good faces, in fact, they have no bad feelings towards you, but there is a favorite woman present, and when he meets a horse thief, he is an outsider who steals the limelight, and he can't turn around, so he can't pull his face down all of a sudden.
So little brother, you are considerate and considerate.
If you encounter difficulties, the old man dares to guarantee that if they meet, they will definitely whisper a few words for you, but most of them will not show up to tell your brother that I am here to help. ” Xu Fengnian nodded, although the old Confucian students around him were noble, they were willing to talk to him, a family concubine who was not worth mentioning, which was enough to explain too many problems.
This old man is old and familiar with people's hearts, and what he says is a reasoned and well-founded truth.
The old Confucian laughed, rummaged over and over again, and finally found a clean porcelain bowl from his bag, handed it to Xu Fengnian, and asked, "When you meet in Pingshui, can you drink a cup of water?"
Xu Fengnian squinted and smiled: "One cup is too little, as long as the wine is enough, just a few bowls." ” The old Confucian made a gesture to protect the deerskin wine sac that only had half a bag left, and said angrily: "I can't stand a few bowls of drinking." ” Xu Fengnian smiled helplessly: "When I go to the city tomorrow, I will return the old gentleman with a bag of good wine." ” The two old men who were five or six years younger than the old scholar Luo nearby took advantage of the fire to rob, and laughed heartily and coaxed: "Little brother, don't favor one over the other," "This is reasonable." ” Xu Fengnian promised to accept it, I don't know when there is a rule that a bowl of wine will be written with a poem, and after a round, even Xu Fengnian's side has not been able to escape, even the five or six Hu Cong are also mostly twisting and pinching out a few sentences of foul language and slang, which can not be called any five words or seven words, but from the mouth of the man, there is also a bit of rough side plug style, and it is not to say that it is deliberately embarrassing Xu Fengnian, an outsider, in front of everyone, it is Xu Fengnian's turn, the old Confucian surnamed Luo helped pour a bowl of wine, and reminded with a smile: " It's not allowed to mess with the scenery of the palace and the poetry of the palace, nor are you allowed to recite the poems of everyone in the poetry world, as long as you are your own, you can talk nonsense casually. ” Xu Fengnian somehow remembered several waterfalls in Wudang Huishan and Jiuhua Mountain, as well as the tide on the bank of the Guangling River, and remembered many stories of the old people, just one bite of a bowl of spirits into the stomach, asked for a chopstick, tapped the edge of the bowl, dingdong, looked at the bonfire, and said softly: "The waterfall of the lotus is smoky, the waterfall of the bull is thunderous, only the waterfall of Jiuhua is not strange in the backbone of the waterfall, such as heaven and man lying on the side of the big gang."
The force can hold open 94,000 zhang, like the Dunhuang flying fairy skirts. released the nine Milky Way whites of the blue sky, just like the old general's two sideburns. ” The young men and women who thought that this guy was going to make a fool of themselves were stunned for a moment, and then looked at each other, most of them were familiar with poetry and books, and knew that this was just raising their eyebrows, especially Luo Changhe and the woman surnamed Su frowned and chewed carefully.
The old Confucian students around Xu Fengnian didn't have so much thought, but Mr.
Luo followed this kid catchy, patted his thigh, squinted and took a sip of wine.
"I came to be pouring ink, and the two cliffs were tightly bound by the wind and angry.
The clouds are surging ten thousand times, the flood washes away the tourist road, I have watched the tide and watch the waterfall more, and a white deer stands quietly under the waterfall.
Suddenly, people and deer look at each other, there are old monks leading the deer after the Southern Tang Dynasty or Xishu, and then there is a U-turn and laughter to stop the moon and fall in the west mountains and rivers, only to feel the smoke under the stone beams, the thunder and the thunder, with the spring and autumn bleak wind and bitter rain, mighty and mighty like rivers. ” This blurted out poem is probably too unrigid to the rhythm, so that people can't comment on the high, but only feel that there is no breath in the chest, like the thousand-layer waterfall pouring down, all piled up in the deep pool echoes.
Finally, a scholar couldn't help but whisper: "Is this a poem or a word, not a donkey or a horse, I don't pay attention to it at all." ” Another reader cautiously asked, "I don't have any physique, but it's still a little interesting."
Mr.
Luo was probably holding the bowl unsteadily, splashed some wine on his hands, and subconsciously stroked his beard, so he wet his gray beard, and he didn't care about these details, and smiled at the other two old scholars, with sincere appreciation in his eyes.
After returning from three years of travel, he asked for a bowl of wine at the wine shop at the gate of the city, and fell asleep after saying a little two wines, and then Emperor Wu walked with a bowl in the city, and then knocked on the bowl at night on the grassland today.
Xu Fengnian was stunned as if he was in a different world, and he didn't hear the words of those sons, brothers, and daughters.
The short knife Chun Lei, lying quietly on his lap, trembled lightly.
I don't know if the so-called sheath of the old man in sheepskin Qiu is not allowed to sing high in the sky, whether it is this artistic conception.
The old Confucian seemed to be about to close the coffin, and laughed deeply: "I write my mouth by hand, and I say that I think, how can I be restrained by the poetry of my predecessors."
Little brother, there is a poem name" Xu Fengnian came back to his senses and said with a smile: "There has never been a temporary intention to talk nonsense. ” An old scholar took a sip of wine, smacked it, and said with emotion: "You might as well call the waterfall angry song, but you can teach my generation of words and words to give birth to a few catties of righteousness." ” Xu Fengnian shook his head and said: "The name is too big, I really dare not take it seriously." ” The other bonfires all felt a little embarrassed, and left one after another, either to go for a walk under the moon, or to go back to the tent to rest, only Luo Changhe and the woman surnamed Su got up and sat down, Luo Changhe laughed softly: "Xu Gongzi has hills and valleys in his chest, Luo Mou sighs to himself." ” Several old scholars also got up and dispersed, whether it was the rivers and lakes, not to mention the Nashilin literary world, after all, they all wanted young people to go to Xinmu to show in the old forest, but Mr.
Luo still quietly left the wine bag in an empathetic manner.
Xu Fengnian shook his head and laughed at himself: "If it is really a good poem, it is only because I accidentally used up the little talent I had left in this life." ” Luo Changhe smiled heartily: "The son is humble, which makes Luo even more ashamed."
For example, my name as a scholar of Jianlang sounds like the same thing, but in fact, the origin is very unbearable.
It's just spending money to let the literary world help to advocate and build momentum, and a few lines of poetry accidentally popped up when drinking with famous prostitutes in Qinglou, and the daughter bought drunk instead of buying meat can be called a real romance, find a few soft persimmons that the people hate, and ask the celebrities of Shilin to take a far-reaching and incomparably loud word, and the reputation and reputation will snowball.
You said that such a book Jianlang is not genuine, and it will be a lot more real if you can have a few taels of Xu Gongzi's poem. ” The corners of Xu Fengnian's mouth curled, "Young Master Luo is really a straightforward person. ” Luo Changhe asked: "Treat each other so honestly, can you drink a bowl of wine together?"
The woman surnamed Su with a smile on her eyebrows helped pour the wine, and Xu Fengnian and Luo Changhe drank it all in one bowl.
Xu Feng laughed youngly: "Actually, when it comes to writing poetry, my second sister is really talented, I was not as good as Luo Gongzi before, I would only spend money to buy poems to fill the façade, and now I look back, it's stupid." ” The woman surnamed Su took a small sip of wine and smiled a little sincerely.
Luo Changhe raised the bowl and said: "Whose young man is not frivolous, Luo will give you a bowl for his friend, thank you for your chivalrous help a few days ago."
Do it first for respect. ” Another bowl of wine in their stomachs, Luo Changhe drank wine and hurt his face, his face was already red, he got up and apologized: "I can't drink anymore." ” Xu Fengnian and the woman surnamed Su got up together, and the latter said softly: "Young Master Luo, let's go together."
Seeing Xu Fengnian quietly winking at himself, Luo Changhe's face became more and more ruddy, and he went away with beauty.
The hard work finally paid off, and Luo Changhe was in a good mood.
Along the way, the celebrity and gentleman failed to convince the pretty little lady around him, until tonight's knock on the bowl surnamed Xu's poem, Luo Changhe suddenly woke up, and made it clear that this brilliant woman did not like the chic style in the past, Luo Changhe is also decisive, put down his body, put it to the end, and took the opportunity to reveal his heart with the surname Xu.
Xu Fengnian picked a secluded direction and walked alone, lying down on the bank of a river.
Beimang Eight Prefectures, Gusai Longjiao two states adjacent to Beiliang Youzhou Fengzhou, narrow and long orange state is bordered by the north of the Liyang Dynasty two Liao, the north of the orange state is Jinxi, not to mention, the orange state that is about to step into, there is a martial arts review of the festival order Murong Baoding, Xu Fengnian of course is not full to support to fight with this kind of big man, this trip to Beimang, there is still a clear vein, to stay in the city is to kill, to kill the strong military general Tao Qianzhi, it is considered to do a little bit for Beiliang, to the Flying Fox City is to find someone, Looking for the man who taught Chen Zhibao and other battle formation disciples, but it seems that he is unlucky, and then he should go to Jinxi Prefecture to assassinate a descendant of the Imperial Tent Yelu clan, and then temporarily flee south to Orange State, looking for a blacksmith swordsmith, whether he can find it or not, and then he will rush to the northern ice field, but this is disturbed intentionally or unintentionally by the old abbot of the two Zen Temples, Xu Fengnian almost gave his life to the grassland, saying that he can't talk about hatred, and he has always been very respectful of this old monk, not to mention the softness of others, The living relics in the sleeve are not taken for nothing, but if you want to say how grateful you are to the old monk, it must be fake, it is not terrible to provoke the Tuoba Spring Falcon, and it is endless trouble to affect the Tuoba family.
Xu Fengnian took out a small boxy wooden box, held it in front of his eyes, and then rotated it at his fingertips, Cao Changqing said that his whereabouts were leaked, and two people smelled the breath and wanted to kill themselves, one of them was the fifth female blind pianist among the top ten demons, and she was good at killing King Kong Since it is beyond the realm of King Kong, why is she good at it, which means that this woman is the hardest and most proficient in killing the master of King Kong Realm Xu Fengnian flicked the small wooden box, shook his head, and didn't worry about these troubles that he couldn't think of an answer, some looked forward to seeing the swordsmith of the Spring and Autumn Period who was hiding in the city of Orange City, and was hidden in the court, which was the realm that the old lady of Western Chu Sun Xiji and his ilk had only reached, It is a feat in itself to survive, the king of Xishu produced a sword emperor, who died in the iron hooves of Beiliang, and the king guarded the country and ended in martyrdom.
But it was still stolen by two loyal ministers desperately stole the young prince, one article and one martial arts, the literati was Zhao Dingxiu, the Spring and Autumn Hongru, the name of the military general is unknown, only know that it was for the Xishu Sword Emperor to cast a sword and hold a sword, and held a sword for more than 20 years.
It is said that the group fled to the Nanhai Mountain Cliff and jumped off the cliff to die, Xu Fengnian knew that it was not the case at all before he left Beiliang, the last time Flying Fox City was looking for someone, it was Xu Xiao who let him talk, and this time it was replaced by Master Li Yishan, which probably means that the four hundred years of Xishu Guozuo can be extended further, the premise is that the prince who should be in his twenties now goes to Beiliang, Xu Fengnian is a little uncertain, Xishu is the palace that was broken by the Beiliang Iron Horse, and the Guozuo that was stepped on, This kind of thing can be negotiated, the swordsmith will not be red-eyed and kill people as soon as they meet, but presumably the master must have a countermeasure in the Chao Pavilion, for this kind of undercurrent of the temple warp and weft, the sky has fallen in the past, anyway, Xu Xiao, who is carrying Xu Xiao, has not been very attentive, but after all, he has been exposed to this big dye vat since he was a child, saying that Xu Fengnian is a layman in the officialdom, and he is indeed underestimating His Royal Highness the Prince who is infamous on the surface.
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Xu Fengnian sat up, put away the living relics, and counted with his fingers.
In addition to the only few remaining veterans in the Northern Liang Army, the largest force in the backbone is probably Xu Xiao's six sons, Chen Zhibao doesn't say more, Yuan Zuozong's loyalty is undoubted, Ye Xi, who has the reputation of "Little Zhao Changling", is really good at yang conspiracy, and his personality is also down-to-earth, but the relationship with His Royal Highness the Prince can only be regarded as sparse, Yao Jian, who is good at finding dragon and sand, is the closest to him except Chu Lushan, when he was young, he followed his ass to go to Beiliang everywhere, as for Lu Qiu'er, Xu Fengnian sighed, I am afraid that Xu Xiao can see through the mind of this fat man in the world, and he is still too far behind.
Next is Ning Emei Dian's male animal Wei Fucheng and other military generals, all of whom are also outstanding, either self-reliant, or attached to one of the six righteous sons, and these people naturally have their own small hill camps, which are very intertwined, but compared to the court of the Liyang Dynasty, it is still cleaner after all.
The civilian-bureaucratic group led by Li Hanlin's money-greedy father Li Gongde is still far from being able to compete with the Beiliang Army, and can only maintain politics while observing words and feelings.
Xu Feng has counted the years, and there seems to be only one Guo Yi Duwei Huangfu who can be called his descendant.
Xu Fengnian looked down at the lonely finger that symbolized only one henchman, and said to himself: "It's really desolate."
To be continued: