Meng Ke copied Du Fu's climb to the plateau into the story, which is actually a bug, because there is no such poem in this parallel world at all, and the plot does not make sense, unless it is explained that this poem is his own original, just like the poems in the Red Mansion.

Fortunately, there is no long description of the Red Mansion in the Qing Yu Nian.

For half an hour, Lin Zibei just stared at this ancient poem that he had never seen before, muttering to himself, just now he had checked it on the Internet, and there was no record of this poem.

"Can an unknown Internet writer create such a mellow and accessible Seven Laws?" Lin Zibei asked himself silently.

There is no answer.

He couldn't figure out why?

This is not scientific, and people should not be able to write such a charming ancient poem now!

Puzzled Lin Zibei, until his doctoral supervisor Shao Yunxiang came over, even then he didn't notice it, and he was stunned.

"What are you looking at?" asked Shao Yunxiang with his hands behind his back, his voice full of anger.

"Huh, old ...... Teacher, when did you come over, I ......" was reading novels in the doctoral supervisor's office, and was discovered on the spot, Lin Zibei's cheeks instantly turned red.

"Just here, just here, out of the way, don't be nervous. Shao Yunxiang patted his lover on the shoulder, "Let's talk about it, I see that there is something wrong with your face." ”

"Teacher, I accidentally saw a poem on the Internet, an ancient poem, I don't know if you have heard of it. Lin Zibei straightened his body, "I will read it to you, the wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird of Zhu Qingsha flies back." Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiaoxiao, endless Yangtze River rolling ......"

In order to let Shao Yunxiang hear clearly, Lin Zibei read very slowly, Shao Yunxiang, who originally had a leisurely expression, was not calm when he listened to the first four sentences, and the hand behind his back was unconsciously put in front of him, and the whole person leaned towards his beloved disciple, as if he wanted to see the ancient poems on the mobile phone in person.

Of course.

Without reading glasses, Shao Yunxiang must not be able to see anything clearly.

"I think this ancient poem is very well written, but I have never heard of it, and I can't find it on the Internet, so I thought I would ask the teacher, have you seen it?" Lin Zibei asked with some expectation, his doctoral supervisor is already an authority in China in literature, especially in ancient literature, if he has not heard it, it will be interesting.

Shao Yunxiang didn't answer his disciple's question for the first time, but took out a piece of A4 paper: "Copy down the poem of Fang Cai, write it in a larger font size, and I'll take a closer look." ”

At the same time, Shao Yunxiang had already found reading glasses on his desk, and he had already aroused his interest.

An ancient poem that has never been seen before.

Interesting and interesting.

Two minutes later.

Shao Yunxiang held up the high copy of his disciple and silently recited: "The wind is urgent, the sky is high, and the ape is howling......

He shook his head while reading, shook his head and walked slowly, his silent speed was slower than Lin Zibei's, as if he was tasting a pot of old wine.

This made Lin Zibei, who was waiting on the side, secretly frightened, for so many years, it was the first time he had seen his teacher appreciate a work in such a way.

emmm...... If the teacher knew that the poem was from an online novel, would her jaw drop?

I don't dare to think about it.

I don't dare to think about it.

The picture is too beautiful.

It took half an hour for Shao Yunxiang to recover from his fugue state: "Xiao Linzi, this poem?"

Lin Zibei hurriedly handed over the mobile phone: "I don't know if the teacher believes it or not, this poem was discovered by a student in an online novel, as for the source, there is no way to check, I personally don't believe that it was created by an online writer alone." ”

"Literary creation does not distinguish between high and low, why can't you believe it?" Shao Yunxiang put the A4 paper on the desk, "You must always be in awe." ”

I was shocked.

Lin Zibei hurriedly bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "The student has been taught." ”

Waving his hand, Shao Yunxiang did not dwell on this issue more: "Find a way to contact the author and ask in detail about the source of this poem. After all, the teacher is the honorary editor-in-chief, and I can't let good works be dusted, I have a hunch that this will be a phenomenal work, and contemporary literary creators can create such ancient and long-lasting seven laws, and literature is hopeful. ”

"Chinese Poetry"?

It is the No. 1 magazine in the field of poetry in China, and it is extremely difficult for non-literary people to publish it.

Lin Zibei, as Shao Lao's protégé and a doctor of literature, only had the opportunity to publish a small poem in the corner of the last part of the magazine.

It seems to be because of his own teacher's face.

It's a shame to think about.

Now, this online writer with the pen name 'years can go back' actually needs the teacher's personal advice.

Hurriedly nodded and took the order: "Teacher, don't worry, I will contact you immediately." ”

Shao Yunxiang thought for a while and sighed: "It stands to reason that I should have contacted it personally, but the times are progressing too fast, the teacher is really not very good at this Internet, old and old, and it will be the world of you young people in the future." ”

"Teachers never get old. ”

"Ho ho, you have this mouth, the one who is not old is called Wang Ba, and his scientific name is turtle. ”

"Teacher!"

"By the way, remember to send that novel to me on my phone, and I will read it when I have time. ”

“......”

After Shao Yunxiang left, Lin Zibei leaned down and began to post in the book review area of Qingyu Nian.

"Urgently looking for the author, who has the author's contact information, please inform, online, etc. ”

Soon there were readers leaving messages at the back of the post.

"+1+1+1, the blades are ready, who has the address?"

"The landlord can, real people urge the change?"

"The speed of the old man is already enough, 70,000 a day, I really can't urge it anymore, and I will definitely die if I urge it again. ”

Lin Zibei was stunned, the rhythm was wrong, when did he say that he was going to urge the change?

Hurriedly replied: "It's not to urge the update, but I just want to ask the author a question, wait online, it's very urgent." ”

"Don't urge more to contact a hairy author?"

"The old man has been unlucky lately, so the old man takes time to burn incense. ”

Lin Zibei was very speechless and helpless, what is this, when did he want to kill the author? Which sentence means this? Why do these netizens misinterpret themselves?

A post covered more than 80 floors, and only one netizen's message was useful information: "The landlord can join the group." ”

A slap in the head.

Lin Zibei was also fascinated by the authorities, and he forgot that there was such a thing as a book friend group.

Reply with a thank you, and hurry up to find it in the profile of Qing Yu Nian: "Huh? What about the book friend group that I said? Why is there nothing in the profile!"

I had no choice but to ask Fang Cai's netizen again.

"Add the old book group, there are dog authors in the group. ”

Lin Zibei rubbed his forehead and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, it was really a twist and turn, clicking on the author's past work, "The Invincible Grand Master of the Reborn City"?

Is the title serious?