Absolutely!

As soon as Tao Lao's words came out, almost everyone's eyes widened.

Throughout the history of thousands of years in China, there are absolutely few in the ages, and this kind of pair is the best in the couplet, which is very rare.

It's definitely too difficult to make it eternal, and many couplet masters can't think of one in their lifetime.

The couplet He Xiao is talking about now is actually an absolute for the ages?

Everyone just felt like listening to a book from heaven, and their minds were dizzy.

"Teacher, you haven't looked away, have you? How could he have done the absolute of eternity?" Liu Xiangchun exclaimed incredulously on the side, not caring about the image at all.

He loves couplets, has studied them for half his life, and is intoxicated by this way, and he doesn't say that he can make an absolute for the ages.

How can an outsider and singer make such a level of couplet?

Tao Lao sighed: "This is indeed an eternal absolute, at least in our era, no one can come out right, maybe there are great writers in later generations who can crack it." ”

For this result, everyone looked at each other and was a little dumbfounded.

Old Man Tao's eyes are fierce, it is impossible to look away, he is so sure, He Xiao's couplet has no way to run, it is appropriate to be absolute.

He Xiao was not surprised by this result.

Because in the world of black phones, "lonely cold windows and empty widows" is the absolute of eternity!

Therefore, according to legend, in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, there was a woman in the south of the Yangtze River, who was talented and charming, but then escaped into the empty door because of personnel grievances.

The woman wrote a couplet on the wall outside the temple gate - "Lonely and cold windows are empty and widowed", and frankly said that those who can cope with it will make physical and mental promises and return to the red dust.

For a while, there was an endless stream of literati and scholars who went to deal with it, but in the end, they all returned in a huff.

The end of the story is very regrettable: seeing that there is no one to know the road ahead, the little woman is disheartened, and she really stays empty in the temple for the rest of her life, until she dies lonely.

The reason why "lonely cold window empty widow" is a couplet, and no one can solve it to this day, is actually not because of the ingenious mechanism in the text.

But there is really no following that can be worthy of the word "loneliness"!

Even if there are countless people in later generations who have tried to make the next couplet, but none of them can be truly perfect, but there are a few famous lower couplets.

It is said that later, there was a talented man Cui Fu who once had a "decaying pillow of the sycamore", which was recognized by later generations as the most neat.

Among them, the traditional Chinese character of "perch" is "wooden wife", the whole sentence is euphemistic and persuasive, don't be vain, and the "rotten pillow" made of "Wutong" to stay until old age, but also "vain" from sadness, the last two words imply the organ, "Xiangmu wife" means "want to be a wife".

It's a pity that although Cui Fu's downlink is neat, it stops here in terms of artistic conception, and it is barely matched at best.

That's why He Xiaocai is so confident, he dares to find a way back from Tao Lao and give him a question.

Because this is recognized as an absolute for the ages, no one has come out for thousands of years, how can Tao Lao crack it?

"He Xiaoyou is very smart, he can afford half of the Chinese literary world, the old man is ashamed of himself, he is ashamed!" Old man Tao was convinced, and as soon as the eternal came out, all the previous anger disappeared, and only admiration remained.

He owes He Xiao a request, and when there is a need, He Xiao will put it forward.

Everyone was in an uproar, no one expected that He Xiao had convinced the old man Tao, could it be that he was the legendary champion of the seven provinces and the staff general, known as the king of kings?

"He Xiao is really good!" Liao Yuqing gave a thumbs up, this fight was too exciting, it was hearty and enjoyable to watch.

Fang Yuping, who was beside him, also dropped his jaw in shock, completely ignoring the image of the literati, and only the word "awesome" was left in his mouth.

The farce at the party finally came to an end, and the onlookers dispersed in twos and threes, but everyone remembered the name He Xiao.

Liu Xiangchun didn't have the face to continue to stay, the people around him pointed at him, he couldn't bear this kind of pressure, so he left Moxiang Pavilion in advance.

After another hour passed, the annual Lantern Festival gathering in the literary circle also began to end, and everyone left one after another.

He Xiao was full of food and drink, and called Liao Yuqing together, planning to send him back to the community first, and then go home by himself.

Director Liao drank a little wine with his friends, his face was flushed, he was very happy, and the more he looked at He Xiao, the more pleasing he became, and he shouted that he would send him to the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games.

He Xiao couldn't cry or laugh, so he could only pat him on the back on the side, trying to make him vomit in the garbage bin on the side of the road and sober up.

"Mr. He, my grandfather wants to see you!"

Suddenly, a familiar crisp sound sounded, and it was Yang Xuening who chased after him.

He Xiao turned around and saw Yang Xuening wearing a long black down jacket, with a pair of rabbit-shaped ear bags, her little face was red from the cold, and she ran out of the Moxiang Pavilion with a snort.

"Master Feng wants to see me?" He Xiao pointed to himself, a little surprised.

Feng Xiaosheng is a master of Chinese literature, a person who carries the top of martial arts, and his status in the circle is half a head higher than that of Master Tao.

"Yes, my grandfather will be coming out soon, you can wait a minute. Yang Xuening put her palms on both sides of her cheeks to keep warm, and said with a sigh of relief.

At this time, in front of the Moxiang Pavilion, Feng Xiaosheng, who was tall and not slow at all, had already walked out, and it was hard to imagine that this would be an old man in his seventies.

"Guys, we all wrote, and if we have a common topic, we won't go around in circles. Feng Xiaosheng came to the front and spoke very boldly.

He looks a little rough, and his words are also in line with his appearance, outspoken, and not hidden like Old Man Tao, and secretly tricked.

It's not tiring to deal with such people, so He Xiao is also very happy to make friends with them, and immediately shook hands with him and said, "Old Man Feng, I grew up reading your books, you can just say it if you have something to say." ”

"Okay, I'll be blunt, man, I want to ask you for something!"

As soon as Feng Xiaosheng opened his mouth, it was like thunder, which made the people next to him stunned, and even Liao Yuqing, who was retching next to the garbage can, was in a lot of energy.

He Xiao was also stunned, as a martial arts master, Feng Xiaosheng actually asked him to do something? This is really a rare anecdote.

I heard Feng Xiaosheng sigh: "Woohoo lament, the era of martial arts has come to an end, as an author, this is the last thing we want to see." ”

"Chivalry, for the country and the people, justice is upheld, the rivers and lakes cannot be without martial arts, and the spirit of chivalry must not be at the fault line of our generation!"

"You are an excellent author, and your literary skills are the most brilliant among the young people I have ever met, and I am sure that you will be able to depict a martial arts world of swords and swords. ”

Speaking of this, Feng Xiaosheng actually hid tears in his eyes, and cried: "Young people have dreams, martial arts are immortal!

The ...... of martial arts It shouldn't have disappeared!"