A group of maids and servants hurried back, clamoring to see Baoyu safe, Qingwen scolded her, so she sent the attacker in and rested in the ear room outside.

The attacker went straight to the blue yarn cupboard, and said as he walked: "I knew that Miss Daiyu needed a good one, so I asked the Liu family to get old ginseng, and the precious medicine was boiled for a day, but I didn't think that something would happen." ”

She hurried in and waited for Daiyu to take her medicine.

Baoyu was anxious outside, and was squinted at him by Qingwen, so he was angry, and pointed at Qingwen fiercely: "You say and listen to me, what is going on?"

Qingwen is a person who doesn't treat herself as a person, so she has the judgment of 'heart is higher than the sky, as a lowly, merry and clever to attract resentment'. Baoyu tolerated her in every way, and also thought in her heart: If Qingwen blows up the thorn at this time, she will have to repair it.

Unexpectedly, Qingwen saw that he was angry, and she was really more worried than herself: "Don't worry, don't be annoyed." It's just Kaiwen Mountain, and the bones of the body are weak. It's hard for us to talk about Miss Daiyu, so let's talk about it ourselves when she gets better. ”

He brought a bowl of longan meat, cypress kernels, raw keel, raw oysters, and Yuanzhi, and a pot of boiled soup from Rehmannia and Tianmendong, and served Baoyu to drink. The soup was sent together with Daiyu's tonics, and it was the most nourishing. Baoyu looked at her eyebrows and eyes were full of pain, and her anger somehow disappeared.

What the attacker said was right, Qingwen seemed to be a stinger, but in fact, she hurt him the most.

Over there, Daiyu woke up, and there was a parrot brother who lifted the blue gauze tent, his little face was haggard, and Chong Baoyu smiled: "Brother, don't worry, you don't know that I am a half-human and half-ghost, and it will take some vitality to rest." ”

Baoyu frowned and did not speak.

Daiyu smiled again: "I once died, my body was rotten, but I came back to life." After that, just like the red-sleeved lady, I have all the skills she has, and I also have what she can't have. Don't worry, just wait for me to rest. ”

That's the truth.

Baoyu smiled slightly, and her face was a little wrong. He knew the Red Sleeve Lady.

In addition to the literati and demons, there are also ghosts and ghosts in the world. I don't know how it came about, I just know that ghosts and spirits are harmful, and ghosts and spirits are the kind that can be good or evil.

The red-sleeved lady is a kind of ghost elf, cloth with red sleeves, and ink into Zhu. She likes to watch literati read, she should not greet her, and she doesn't pay attention to what she asks, just urging literati to read. When the literati are sleepy, she will turn the ink into vermilion, exuding a refreshing fragrance, making reading twice as effective with half the effort, and when the light is dim, it will provoke the wick, and it will suddenly be as bright as day.

The fragrance of red sleeves comes from this.

Baoyu quickly grabbed Daiyu's hand and opened her mouth to ask. He knew that the Red Sleeve Lady was a pitiful, and among the recorded ghost elves, except for the Baixia Fairy who died in the twilight of life, this one had the shortest lifespan. The red-sleeved lady assisted the literati in reading, the longest was half a year, and the shortest was only three days, and all of them dissipated.

Daiyu smiled at him: "Don't worry, I said it, I also have the ability she doesn't have, just rest for a few days." My brother is good to Daiyu, and I have to give me a treasure like a primrose, I just need to spend a little energy, what is it worth. ”

Baoyu choked up and said, "I will become a saint sooner or later, so that you can really come back alive!"

Daiyu smiled. To be a saint or something, you can't take it seriously. What's more, Baoyu mistakenly opened Wenshan, and no one can say whether he can open Wenshan again in this life.

The candles are dim, and the carved houses are surrounded by the scent of ink.

Daiyu was really tired, so she said a few words and let Mama Wang fall asleep. Baoyu sat on the screen-backed chair, twisting the ink strip in her left hand and holding the brush in her right hand, unable to drop a single word. The attacker walked in and asked him to sleep, and he said he was upset, so he accompanied him.

"Master. "Attacker speaks carefully.

Baoyu came back to his senses, he wanted to use poetry to open Wenshan, but he didn't know what was going on, and he couldn't remember a word of poetry.

The attacker said cautiously: "I just came back from the side of the Old Ancestor's Warm Pavilion, and I heard the golden mandarin duck and Amber talking, as if the old ancestor thought it was strange and wanted you to write the words, and he had to ask carefully." ”

Baoyu seemed to have been struck by lightning, and her head was confused.

He can't be seen through, and if he sees through, he will die without a place to be buried.

His head roared, and the muscles all over his body were like wood. He remembered Daiyu's kindness to him, and thought about his own endangered situation, a poem flashed in his mind, and he wrote and wrote.

The attacker hurriedly retreated to the door. She knew that Baoyu wouldn't let her see it.

But Baoyu's pen fell on the paper, and suddenly the paper burst into flames, and the pen exploded into crackling pieces. His palms were covered with blood, and there were many bamboo thorns pierced. The attacker ran over to clean him up, and then put white medicine and a clean silk cloth on it and bandaged it. He said angrily: "Second master, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know, what's going on?" Baoyu was stunned.

While distressedly collecting a good silk cloth for him, the attacker complained: "You are going to write poems again, write good poems." You are not a student yet, you have no talent, the aura of heaven and earth attracted by this good poem has blown up the pen and paper, if you really write it, I am afraid that you will have to use your essence and blood instead of talent to write. How much blood do you have in your bones? You died before you finished writing. ”

Baoyu smiled. It's my own brain messed up.

He closed his eyes, and when they opened, it was clear. A poem in my head, chanting aloud:

West Wind Fierce,

At the exit of the three characters, a broken door wind suddenly rolled out of thin air, the door dagger on the pin snapped and broken, and the wind swept the door and shook. The lamp on the table fell to the ground, and the oil was splashed everywhere, but it could not be burned, and it was swept out by the wind.

The attacker covered his mouth in shock, and looked at Baoyu's eyes in disbelief. Baoyu is not a student, he has no talent, and the aura of heaven and earth evoked by three words will cause visions, even ordinary famous poems, and it is impossible to have this kind of majesty.

Mama Wang and Brother Parrot ran out and saw Baoyu standing with his head held high, and the wind swept up the hem of his satin tasseled gown, revealing half of a bright and beautiful piece of gold-inlaid jade. His eyes were closed, and his face was solemn, like an elegant and elegant literati, and his demeanor was unmatched for a while.

Brother Parrot was just about to exclaim, but was pulled by Mama Wang, covering his mouth and standing under the gauze tent of the blue gauze cupboard. Together with Qingwen, Musk Moon, and Autumn Pattern who ran in, a cyan fox-shaped illusion rose all over their bodies, blocking the wind from the blue gauze cupboard.

Daiyu was sullen and sleepy, but she didn't know that there was a mess outside.

Baoyu suddenly opened his eyes, and his voice was connected in a line, and a song of remembering Qin E was like a sword, wrapped in righteousness.

West Wind Fierce,

The geese in the sky are called frost and morning moon.

Frost Morning Moon,

The sound of horses' hooves and the sound of trumpets are choking;

Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now it is stepping forward from the beginning.

From the beginning of the more,

The mountains are like the sea, and the remnant sun is like blood.

As soon as the sound fell, the house full of porcelain exploded.

Baoyu laughed and said, "You have written it down, second master, I want to start from the beginning." First, we must open Wenshan, and second, we must practice good words. Your second master will eventually become a saint and reshape her sister Daiyu!

If you don't open Wenshan, you don't go out of the house, and if you don't write well, you don't write outside. If you break this oath, you will write like this!"

After that, he took a brush, clicked, and pouted it into two sections.

Tonight, I slept soundly.

A poem reminiscing about Qin E, of course, is to solve the concerns of being seen through his identity, on the other hand, why not his heartfelt words?

Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now it is stepping forward from the beginning. He wants to live this life again.

The mountains are like the sea, and the remnant sun is like blood. So what?

It's a pity that I couldn't use this to open Wenshan. This is Taizu's word.

The room was cleaned up, and everyone retreated. Baoyu slept by herself, wrapped in two gorgeous satin quilts, and a piece of gold-inlaid jade was placed next to a small pillow inlaid with warm jade, with clear handwriting on it, engraved with eight small characters of Shan Shou Yongchang.

This jade is as big as a bird's egg, bright as a bright glow, moist as a crisp, five-color pattern protection, Baoyu has seen it, only think that it is an ordinary beautiful jade. But in the dead of night, it suddenly bloomed with warm green mangs, and the handwriting on it gradually disappeared, turning into a poem, and then changed again, becoming Baoyu's memory of Qin'e.

At this time, Baoyu was sweating like pulp, and a soul was fluttering, and she didn't know where she had flown to.

When he woke up, he was standing in a pitch-black space. He wanted to scream, but when he raised his eyes, there was a snow-white light. A line of handwriting came out of the top of the head, and the words were as big as a bucket:

Autumn into the suburbs of the original chestnuts are fat, mountain fowl into a team to peck the afterglow.

Qingquan chases the light horse all the way, and the grass flies with the car.

Baoyu was shocked, this was the poem he wanted to write to the painting in Jia's mother's room, and he never spoke.

At this time, two lines of golden characters appeared next to the poem, one line was only three feet high, and the other line was famous. Baoyu was taken aback, this anonymous poem was written by Li Jiang in the Ming Dynasty.

Li Jiang's alias Yishan, is the proud disciple of Lingnan Confucian Chen Baisha, the poems are easy to see the strange, the image contains philosophy, prominent in the specialty, good at reason, and contains profound. The evaluation of his poems in "Kaiping County Chronicles: The Biography of Li Jiang" is that "the poems are agile and gorgeous, and the vertical meaning is precise and irrevocable".

This poem is not Li Jiang's proud work, but it is also from the bottom of his heart, and he can only barely be three feet tall, which happens to be famous?

The standard of the world of Red Mansions is too high, right?

Suddenly, the whole poem was erased, and a song reminiscing about Qin E hung high in the black sky.

Two lines of gold characters appeared next to it, one line was only eight feet high, and the other line was Xuanhe. Baoyu exclaimed, "It's just Xuanhe's side?"

Taizu's name moves the world, one says the present, one reasons, all kinds of fits, touching people's hearts, it is only Xuan He level? Baoyu really wants to be aggrieved.

But at this time, the golden light trembled, and three lines of handwriting came out next to it:

With literary aspirations, moving people's hearts, widely spreading, ten cities can be cited;

With literary aspirations, the heart is as strong as iron, the time is far away, or it can be famous;

Ten thousand people are long, people's hearts remain the same, go against the current, and they can be passed on.

After the three lines of golden words, there was a rumble between heaven and earth. Baoyu only felt a rumbling in his ears, and when he looked up, he saw a crack in the dim sky, and the blazing light splashed down, as if opening the heavens and the earth. Every wisp and every inch resounded with a voice, far away, long, as if it came from everywhere, to everywhere, and never ended.

"Kaiwen Hill ......"

"Open, Wenshan ......"

"Open, Text, Mountain......"

Baoyu was overjoyed and stepped into the boundless blazing light.

I saw countless half-person-high papers spilled down, instantly forming a hundred-zhang high Wen Mountain, this is not the end, the distance is undulating, but also constitutes eight Wen Mountain, blooming Zeze golden light.

The so-called Wenshan is the book that has been read.

Baoyu's eyes widened and she looked up to the sky and laughed.

The Great Zhou Dynasty has been founded for thousands of years, and the books it has published are not as good as a fraction of the 21st century, not to mention that there are still those who have swept away their own treasures. Baoyu has read more books than others have eaten, and it is actually composed of nine Baizhang Wen Mountains in an instant.

Wenshan is divided into ten zhang mountain, zhang thirty, zhang fifty and one hundred zhang mountain, others light the simmer can have three ten zhang mountain to be happy to lose their teeth, the situation is almost, condense a zhang thirty do not dare.

You must know that if you want to be a jinshi, you need to refine nine Wen Guts, and you need nine Wen Mountains. In the situation of the Great Zhou Kingdom, who dares to refine Wenshan high?

He is different, the first to open Wenshan, there are nine Wenshan, all of them are hundred!

Joy!

Baoyu tidied up her clothes and set foot on Wenshan.

The paper is a mountain, the ink stone is on the steps, and a torch appears every few steps Baoyu walks, with a total of ninety-nine eighty-one. He stepped on the top of the mountain and recited the memory of Qin'e, and suddenly the torches swayed, and the little red sparks kept flickering.

The sky roared:

"It's only eight feet tall, Xuanhe's side. ”

3927 torches rose with a blazing fire, and Baoyu was quite satisfied.

It is not easy to light a simmer, famous poems can ignite nine simmers, Xuanhe, ten cities, and fame increase in three times in turn, if you open a mountain of poetry at the level of fame, you can ignite all the simmers at one time, and when the six arts exams are completed, you can achieve a talent literary position.

Famous poems are so rare, and Kaiwen Mountain can't be opened by making a poem, it depends on luck. Unless someone can make every poem famous all over the world and become famous in Kaiwen Mountain, don't even think about it.

Not that way.

Baoyu closed his eyes and wanted to leave Wenshan according to the method he had learned.

But he thought about the soul returning to its place, and when he opened his eyes, he still stood still. The sky was silent for a long time, and it was like an ancient thunderstorm.

One after another, there was a roar.

With the will of literary language, touching people's hearts, widely spread, ten cities can be cited!

Nine more simmers, together with the twenty-seven simmers lit at the Xuanhe level, a total of thirty-six!

With literary aspirations, the heart is as strong as iron, the time is far away, or it can be famous!

The flames were blazing, nine more were burned, and forty-five were scorching.

Ten thousand people are long, people's hearts remain the same, go against the current, and they can be passed on.

Thundered!

Twenty-seven simmers burned, a total of seventy-two simmers, the fire was like a dragon, and the mountain of Wenshan was lit up red. Like a temple of fire, it is magnificent!

Talent is poured into the body, attracting the supreme righteousness between heaven and earth to bless the body. Baoyu woke up from the bed, and with a vertical leap, he smashed the hard moon cave door cover shelf bed, and the sawdust hit the body without a trace of hair, and was blown away by Haoran righteousness.

The white light around the body is like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, and the righteousness is like a dragon!

Raider, Qingwen, Musk Moon, Autumn Pattern, as well as Parrot and Mama Wang were all awakened, but Daiyu lost too much vitality and was nourished by the medicinal power and could not wake up. Baoyu moved her body, feeling that her strength was many times greater with the blessing of righteousness, and her weak body bones were also affected. He laughed loudly, waved his hand proudly and said, "Look, your second master has Kaiwen Mountain." ”

Everyone stepped forward to congratulate and was talking, when a voice came from outside: "Oh no, someone jumped into the well!"

The maids looked at each other, and Mama Wang lowered her eyelids and walked to the blue gauze cupboard. She's new, half an outsider, and she shouldn't have heard of it.

Insulting lintel.

The second monk of Baoyu was confused, and suddenly slapped the table, and the hard beech semi-round table collapsed.

"Jumping into the well? Damn, it's because of me!"

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