"Brother Qinglan, you see that they threw a lot of poetry collections, could they all be written by this old man?"

When Xiao Qinglan saw it, he suddenly paid respect, and sighed: "Ah Mo, you see that this mortal is amazing, and he is only about sixty years old, and he has written hundreds of poems! I am already more than six hundred years old, and I have written less than ten poems in total, and they are all forced by the master." ”

Xiao Ah Mo said: "Brother Qinglan, you don't have to be modest, you are already very powerful, Ah Mo can't write a poem until now." Hey, by the way, this old man, he said he was an immortal!"

"Is he an immortal?" Xiao Qinglan was skeptical, this old man didn't have any immortals on his body, he was full of mortal turbidity, how could he be an immortal?

Xiao Amo pointed to the book, shook his head and said: "It is written in the book, Li Bai, the word is too white, called Qinglian layman, also known as the immortal." ”

Xiao Qinglan shook his head, "Eighty percent of it is he bragging! Ah Mo, you see that this poem is also full of nonsense! What 'The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.'" 'Where did the water of the Yellow River come from the sky? Obviously, it flows out of the Bayan Kala Mountain in Tibet, didn't I take you there again!'

Xiao Amo blinked and said with a smile: "It turns out that this old man Li is a braggart king! Brother Qinglan, look, there is still ...... here."

She pointed to another place in the book and said: "Look at this sentence, 'The Peach Blossom Lake is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun to send me love.'" "I also know this peach blossom pool, but it is only ten feet deep, how can it be so exaggerated as a thousand feet!"

"That's right," Xiao Qinglan also began to find fault in the poetry collection, "Also, you see him said, 'The white emperor of the dynasty is in the clouds, and the thousands of miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day.'" 'Ah Mo, do you think I'm swimming fast?'

"Of course Brother Qinglan swims fast. Little Mo said adoringly.

Xiao Qinglan was slightly tried, and said: "I swim so fast, it's only eight hundred miles a day, he can travel a thousand miles as a mortal, and I don't believe it if I am killed!"

He threw down the books, took her hand, and said, "All right, go home with my brother." This is called Li Bai, who loves nonsense, let's not read his broken poems. ”

Xiao Amo nodded, but still picked up a book of poems and went back. Because she thinks that even though this old man Li is a little fond of blowing, the poems he writes are still quite beautiful.

When she went back, she finished reading all the poems. So now I can tell Jinghua complacently that there was an ancient, Yun Guo, who had such a sentence, called:

Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water is more flowing, and the glass is more sorrowful.

The first sentence talks about scientific principles, and the latter sentence talks about the philosophy of life. Now she is facing Jinghua proudly clouding this poem, and she feels that she is very cultured.

Jinghua frowned and thought for a while, and asked, "Momo, do you know what the ancients mean?"

"The ancients are the people who have become ancients!" Ah Mo thought about it, and then affirmed, "That's right! Brother Qinglan said, the ancients are the people who have become ancients, that is, the dead!"

Poof! Jinghua almost laughed at her internal injuries, but it was inconvenient to laugh at her, so she could only hold back and said seriously: "Is that what Qinglan told you? ”

"Huh?"

"The ancients are the predecessors, that is, the people who were born many years before us. For us, it is like the Father God, the Mother God, the Yellow Emperor, and Zhu Rong...... These ancient gods. ”

"Oh. ”

Ah Mo was a little weak-hearted, and faintly felt that Jinghua's next words seemed to ruthlessly break the good sense of self she had just established.

Sure enough, Jinghua said: "In Li Bai's life, the Communist Party was only sixty years old. Momo, in front of me, he is really not an ancient. ”

Mo wailed.

She pointed at him with a trembling face, and said with a look of grief: "Jinghua, you...... How do you know about him?"

Jinghua smiled, "This mortal Li Bai was originally a tribulation for Taibai Xingjun to go to the mortal world. Didn't he say it himself, his name is Li Bai, the words are too white, and he said that he was an immortal, hehe, it's not wrong. ”

The corners of Ah Mo's mouth twitched: "Such a coincidence?"

Jinghua looked at the pond and said leisurely: "Before he crossed the catastrophe, he specially found Wenqu Xingjun to bless him, bless him with a spring of literature and thoughts, and became famous. ”

Ah Mo pouted, "I thought he was really so powerful, it turned out that he was looking for Wenqu Xingjun to cheat on him." ”

"It can't be said that although Wenqu has given him more talent, it is just better than ordinary people's memory and faster comprehension. To be like him, the so-called 'writing is stormy, and poetry becomes a crying ghost and god', it still depends on himself. ”

Ah Mo nodded, "That's right." However, he knows that he is smart, and he is particularly confident in his poetry. Poetry and singing are such things, it's just a matter of opinion. You first say yes yourself, and then pull a small group of people to say hello, and everyone follows the trend to praise you, as if you don't praise you, it seems that your vision is not good. Jinghua, you're right?"

She stood on the shore and flicked the whip, making a splash, and said with a smile: "It's not like we are really swordsmen and guns, who is stronger, the whip speaks." ”

Listening to her strange talk, Jinghua couldn't help but laugh. You say she's wrong, and that's right, sometimes it's true, but when this opinion comes out of her mouth, it just makes people laugh and cry.

Jinghua coughed lightly twice, and finally said with a clear conscience: "Well, Momo said this, and there is some truth in it. The so-called literature has no first, and there is no second martial arts. It is indeed difficult to judge the superiority of this literary style. ”

"That's it!" Ah Mo was very happy to see that he agreed with him, "Jinghua, you even know all these gossips in the Heavenly Palace, I thought you only knew how to bury your head in writing the art of war! ”

Jinghua was choked and coughed several times by her, not knowing how to answer this sentence. Is it better to admit that you are a gossip, or is it better to admit that you are not good at socializing?

He actually doesn't know these things, but that Li Bai's poem seems to be really good. After Taibai came back from the catastrophe, he was quite complacent about Li Bai's life, and he printed a few poetry collections and distributed them in the Heavenly Palace every New Year's Day. For the seventh or eighth time, when the revised edition was revised, Chenhua also brought him a copy.

He happened to be recuperating from his injuries in Chen'an Palace for a while, and he turned a few pages casually when he had nothing to do. He has an excellent memory, and the things he has seen have always been unforgettable, so Ah Mo is now coming to talk to him about these few words, and he happens to know it.

He helped his forehead, which was already swollen and painful, and realized the hardships of Yuli, because it was indeed not easy to teach a child like Ah Mo who did not follow the usual path.

He took a breath and decided not to continue to dwell on Li Bai's affairs, and preached back to the point: "Momo, drawing a knife to cut off the water and the water is more flowing, that is just the foolish opinion of mortals, and the statement of misleading people's children."

Everything in the world, whether visible or invisible, is invincible as long as the divine power reaches.

You are here today to practice hard and experience how to split the flowing water. If you can't do it before sunset, I'll show you the moon. ”

After saying this, he stepped onto Derpy and walked away without looking back.

Although Ah Mo was reluctant, he didn't dare to quibble anymore, so he honestly took out his whip and began to ponder east and west.

She is mischievous, and she is still very measured in the overall situation.

Jinghua looks honest and easy to bully, and spoils her in everything, but she is definitely a stinky temper in her bones. He said that if he couldn't do it before sunset, he would use the moon split to show himself, so he would definitely do it.

At that time, if he causes him to use his spiritual power because of his own lack of effort, it is better to whip himself directly.

Jinghua waited until he was far away, and then he let himself relax and lay down softly on Derpy.

He didn't look back, but listened intently to the sound of Ah Mo swinging a long whip through the sky, and a smile of relief appeared on the corner of his pale lips.

"Derpy, listen, Momo is working hard!"

He pressed Derpy's ear and said softly: "I scared her, saying that if she couldn't do it before sunset, she would show her herself, and now she won't dare to find an excuse to be lazy." ”

Derpy whimpered twice and wrapped her trunk around him, as if afraid he would fall off the elephant's back again.

"Derpy, do you think we should go to that ice pool for a while now? ”

He patted it lightly, "Do you remember how to go?"

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Hyunhwa walked around the island and thought about it.

In fact, he and Ah Yuan have not been together for a long time.

She came to the heavenly court after her mother was pregnant with her younger brother, and the day after her mother gave birth to her younger brother, she disappeared mysteriously, and it was only three years and six months.

And when they were together, they almost never said how they felt about each other.

Most of the time, they talked about the condition of the concubine, he asked her what kind of medicine the concubine had taken today, asked her what she should pay attention to when she became ill, and asked her if the little brother in her mother's belly was well-behaved today?

She didn't talk much, she answered whatever he asked, and rarely said anything else.

When Concubine Mei was taking a nap, the two of them silently stayed outside. Sometimes, when she was tinkering with herbs, he was there to help. Or he did some homework that his master had assigned him in the morning, and she watched quietly from the sidelines.

They don't get along like ordinary couples, they don't spend anything before and after, and they swear by each other.

Although he is an open-minded person, after all, he is young, and she sometimes sees that he is worried about his mother and younger brother. So every time he asked his mother what could get better, she always lied and comforted: "It's soon, it's almost good." ”

And he began to rejoice.

Finally, one time, when she comforted him like this again, he said: "Sister Yuan, I hope that my mother will get better soon, but I am afraid that after my mother is well, you will never come again." ”

A ripple rippled in her calm heart, and she smiled at him, "If you want me to come, I will come." ”

She said eight words, and he remembered them for 2,800 years.

That's why emotional matters are so mysterious.

When it happened, neither of them had time to catch it, or even have time to find out.

But when it leaves, the tide of emotion washes over the shallows of memory, and those precious ones are left behind. Thousands of years have allowed it to bloom and ferment in the memories of each other, and when it is opened again, it has mellow and fragrant.

This situation was already clear at that time.