Chapter 100: The Eighteen Styles of Southern Fist
At this time, the riddles of the three people have been written and presented to the front of the stage, and all the Su Confucians on the stage surrounded the three words and kept pointing and commenting, as if it was difficult to decide, Zong Yuqi and Qian Wenzhao were still arguing, quite a bit of a posture of not selling accounts to each other, but Wu Fei and He Qianer stood in place and remained silent. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
The students and spectators in the audience were speculating and whispering, and the lecture hall was buzzing everywhere.
Zhu Youzhen suddenly waved his hand and said, "Don't fight, please judge everyone in the school." ”
Zong Yuqi and the others immediately agreed, and Qian Wenzhao also nodded.
Zhu Youzhen called the guards behind him and gave a few orders, and after a while, three maids in pink robes walked to the front of the hall and each held up a picture to show everyone.
Everyone in the audience has not yet seen the mystery clearly, but they were stunned by the three characters, because the three characters are written in thin gold font, with iron hooks and silver strokes, which is very shocking.
Zhu Youzhen said with a smile: "The mystery of this king is in it, in order to show fairness, I have to bother the chief of the sect to explain it." ”
Zong Yuqi bowed slightly, stood in front of the hall, and said loudly: "The following is to introduce the three mysteries by the old man, this first one, written - I hope that there are lovers in the world who will eventually become married, this sentence comes from the miscellaneous drama "The Legend of the West Chamber" by Wang Shifu of the previous dynasty. ”
Many people in the audience applauded, Wenjun Sima, Shanbo Yingtai, I hope that a lover will eventually become a family, how beautiful.
Zong Yuqi walked to the second piece of character and said: "This piece of writing is - a rare lover, from Tang Yuxuanji's "Gift to the Neighbor's Girl". ”
The audience is applauding again, this applause is more enthusiastic than the previous one, Sima Yu Wenjun, Shanbo Yu Yingtai, are rare lovers, this sentence is far better than the realm of the first one, after all, the mystery of Wu Feiding before is poetry, and the good sentences in the Yuan miscellaneous drama are of course not as good as the classics of Tang poetry.
Zong Yuqi walked to the third word, this thin gold body is particularly powerful, the bones are beautiful, the pen is like a curved iron broken gold, you must know that the thin gold body was created by Zhao Ji of Song Huizong, after Zhao Ji, for hundreds of years, the descendants practiced the thin gold body, almost no one can surpass, but this word is expressive, enough to be comparable with the rubbing words in Zhao Ji's inscription, and it is more vivid and impeccable.
This piece of writing is written - should hate Liu Lang coming and going, from Song Sushi's "Minus the Word Magnolia". ”
The audience was quiet for a moment, and everyone carefully recalled, although this Liu Lang originally referred to Liu Che, Liu Bang, and Liu Bei, but in the Song Dynasty, he began to allude to the lover, Zhou Bangyan once wrote, flowing water and falling flowers, no matter where Liu Lang arrives.
This sentence is quite exquisite, Sima is Wenjun's Liu Lang, Shanbo is Zhu'e's Liu Lang, but Sima comes and goes, and the mystery is seamless, if the first two are masterpieces, then this one is a swan song regardless of the word or the fit with the riddle.
Everyone came back to their senses, and the applause sounded loudly, and it lasted for a long time, although they still didn't know which word was the riddle guessed by whom, but obviously Liu Lang's sentence was used the most exquisitely.
Zong Yuqi said to Qian Wenzhao: "Old Qian, you see, we don't need to argue at all, this Liu Lang is the best." ”
Qian Wenzhao said: "Zong Shanchang's words are wrong, this poem and bell riddle is based on the theme of eternal love, easy to ask for priceless treasures, rare lovers, can be called eternal, and should hate Liu Lang come and go, where does this hatred start?"
He Qianer stood between the two at this time, sighed, and said: "Teacher, you don't need to say it, this hatred is naturally love, it is a kind of love, and the student is ashamed of himself, and he should admit defeat." As soon as she said this, everyone in the audience let out a low cry in shock, obviously Liu Lang's sentence was not made by her.
Qian Wenzhao shook his head, he knew that this female disciple was arrogant.
Zhu Youzhen smiled, stepped forward and said: "This king thought about it for a long time, and only then did he come up with a sentence in the Yuan miscellaneous drama, I am really ashamed, Wu Xiaoyou is worthy of being a master of the old master of Zhou, and his shot is extraordinary, even He Cainu admits defeat on this topic, and this king can't beat the horse!"
Hearing this, there was another uproar in the hall.
But the most stunned person in the field at this time was Shang Yuansheng, he thought that the thin gold body that he had practiced for decades was no longer unmatched in the world, but the young man in front of him had not only obtained the true inheritance of Zhou Chongsheng, but even the thin gold body was far above him, and the color of shame and anger was staggered on his face, and he was stunned when he stood next to the words.
Zhu Youzhen said with a smile: "Since He Cai Girl is respectful, this gift from the king should belong to this Wu Xiaoyou." He motioned backwards, someone sent the tray to Wu Fei, Wu Fei thanked Zhu Youzhen, took the tray and put it on the case.
Qian Wenzhao was a little displeased, he didn't think that Wu Fei's talent could be better than his disciples, although he could be called a generation of grandmasters in writing, but Qian Wenzhao came to the door to challenge this time, and he had the heart to win, and he was already winning just now, but he didn't expect this Wu Fei to appear on the ground, and he stole the limelight.
Zhu Youzhen's gift had been given, so he sat back on his seat.
He Qianer bowed his hand to Wu Fei and said, "Since Brother Wu is Mr. Zhou's master, I don't know which book I like to read the most?"
As soon as these words came out, there was a whispered discussion in the hall, you must know that He Qianer just now asked the two seniors in the "Book of Changes" and Zhu Xue, which Chen Dizhou and Zong Yuqi are good at.
Wu Fei smiled apologetically and said: "I am stupid in my talent, I read a lot and miscellaneous, and I don't particularly like it, if I have to say my favorite book, I'm afraid that He Cainu has never even read it." As soon as he said this, he seemed to be humble, but in fact he was crazy to the extreme, Wu Fei heard Yan Chang say that He Qianer said last time, even if Teacher Zhou was in person, she dared to come up and challenge, at this time I had the heart to give her some color to see.
He Qianer's body shook slightly, she looked at Wu Fei, saw that there was a cunning look in his eyes, and said secretly: "What does this Senior Brother Wu mean, does he want to embarrass me with those unbearable books?"
"Yes, what kind of book?"
"He Cainu, I have nothing to do in my spare time, and my favorite book is "Eighteen Styles of Nanquan", which is a good book, in which the words are mantras, as long as you practice every day, you can strengthen your body and cultivate your body. ”
As soon as Wu Fei said this, everyone was dumbfounded, none of the students and Su Ru present had watched "Eighteen Styles of Southern Boxing", and even if they did, I am afraid that none of them would remember.
He Qianer was angry and annoyed, this guy must have memorized this boxing book specifically, and then deliberately embarrassed himself here.
"Oh, so Brother Wu is proficient in Southern Boxing?"
"This is natural. ”
Wu Fei recited a mantra smoothly, since he opened his spiritual sense, as long as he has a memory of the books he has read, and comprehends it in his heart, he can penetrate it.
Everyone laughed secretly in their hearts, He Qianer is a genius in the sky, and he also has knowledge that he doesn't know.