Leyang Shen grinned and pouted a mouthful of neat snow-white teeth, "Mu Zhixiu is chanting again, this time it seems to be begging for rain." ”

Zhao Guining also walked over and looked at Baoyu worriedly.

"Second Master Bao, otherwise it's just a lesson to the barbarians, burn and kill millions of living beings, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it. ”

"What can't I bear, will I be soft-hearted?"

Baoyu turned around and said with a smile: "Although it is said that millions of living beings have been burned, but when the wolves invade and the evil barbarians go south, the woodbarian tribe has left them a road again, and there are more than a million dead and wounded......

As long as you do things with your heart and want to do it, then just do it!"

After that, Baoyu listened to Mu Zhixiu's ballad and felt poignant, so he nodded and smiled.

"That's right, I'm begging for rain, but barbarians are barbarians, and the chapter in Qu Yuan was really ruined by her. ”

The article is the most tragic of Qu Yuanli, rich in imagination, gorgeous rhetoric, delicate penmanship, with lingering feelings and mournful language to describe the mood of the mountain ghost from full of joy to grief and despair.

Baoyu likes the chapters very much, and her understanding is transparent enough.

But in Mu Zhixiu's hands, it was just a method to control the ancestral spirit.

Although its tone and voice are heartbreaking, although its dancing is slender and soft, but without that poignant, only simple control remains, which makes him boring......

The clouds and haze came from all directions, and the sky darkened all of a sudden, but it made the fires in the mountains even more majestic.

Baoyu admired it for a while and took out the chapter she had just written.

{The battlefield of a hundred battles is shattered into iron clothes, and the south of the city has been encircled.}

The raid battalion shot and killed General Huyan, and led the remnants of the army to return with thousands of horses. }

This is Li Taibai's, describing the fierce generals standing up to the sky, but in the defeat they see heroism, which is an extremely rare combat poem.

But at this time, there was no talent on the bamboo paper, and there were very few original golden lights in the first edition.

Even the ten-button paper has become like ordinary bamboo paper.

Baoyu simply handed the paper to Zhao Guining, and asked Zhao Guining and others to write it down and understand it, and they would use it in the future.

Zhao Guining looked at it, and if he got a treasure, he called Leyang Shen, Baili Ming, and more than 100 people, passed it on, and all of them secretly remembered it in his heart.

"Good poem, definitely a good poem for battle!"

"It's a pity that the original golden light has been consumed, and there is also a lot of talent and spiritual spring. ”

"It's worthy of the second master of Bao, and there will be an original chapter coming out casually......"

Everyone admired and admired it, but they only felt that the whole text of this poem was heroic, giving people a feeling of being a battlefield warrior standing up to the sky.

They also praised Baoyu, and admired Baoyu's poetry beyond measure.

But they didn't expect it - Baoyu looked at the clouds sweeping in the sky, and suddenly laughed again, and a piece of ten-button paper slowly floated on his chest.

"Second Master Bao wants to compose poems again?"

"It's to deal with Mu Zhixiu's prayer for rain, I don't know what kind of poem it is?"

Everyone held their breath and waited quietly.

At this time, Baoyu thought for a moment and said with a smile: "This barbarian ancestral spirit is really strong, but the wailing of that mountain ghost is used to beg for rain......

Hehe, you don't need too good poems, it's better to have a tune, so as to save the waste of talent. ”

As he spoke, Baoyu splashed ink, and in the floating floral soft topaz square inkstone next to him, a little gentleman at the level of a person gave him ink.

Lin Xiuzhu, on the other hand, stared at Baoyu's paper.

I saw that Baoyu's fire black was like a phoenix dance, and eight big characters were written in an instant:

。

As soon as these eight fonts came out, Lin Xiuzhu angrily shook the sleeves of his robe and sank into the ink stains of the inkstone.

Zhao Guining, Le Yangyin and others, who were watching from the side, suddenly exclaimed, looked at each other, and hurriedly covered their mouths.

Bai Nanyan had already endured his injuries and rushed over, looking at Baoyu and wanting Baoyu to write.

It's just a 'high and flat tone', Bai Nanyan's heart is like a cat scratching a mouse.

She knows the meaning of these four words - this is a song, a piano song!

Although it was just a word, she was looking forward to Baoyu's words.

I saw Baoyu think about it slightly, and the pen was like a folding fan swaying leisurely in spring, written like a cloud:

"At that time, the wind was beautiful and the east garden was full, and the flowers were red and green.

Walk and fly, and tune the strings with bamboo.

Singing is a happy and joyful one, like a winged bird in a swallow.

Leisure invades the greenery, and spring is close to flowers.

Today's Baochai head is a pair of mandarin ducks, when the mirror was reunited in the past, so the green marks of the two spring mountains are shallow. ”

"Walk and fly, taste the bamboo tunes, idle love invades the cuijing, and spring is close to the flowers?"

Bai Nanyan tasted slightly, his expression was unbearable and eager, and he grabbed Baoyu's arm and said, "What about the full text? This is just a high and flat tone, what about the tone in front? and the epilogue?.......

Brother Bao, you have to give me the full text!"

Bai Nanyan can't wait, she has everything, but she has a great thirst for music-

She is a Confucian demon and a cultivator, and she is not a pure warqin literati, but her favorite and favorite thing is still the piano art, which is the tune!

Baoyu smiled bitterly, and only said that she would give it to her in the future, and showed this Gao Ping tone to Zhao Guining and others, saying that it was a test.

He dispersed the vision of heaven and earth, and without waiting for the talent and spiritual spring to differentiate, he pointed with one finger, and the entire ten-button paper flew into the air.

More than 100 people also splashed ink at the same time to write this article.

Hundreds of snow-white ten-button papers, followed by Baoyu's paper, fluttering, as if they were about to fly straight into the sky and the clouds were boundless.......

錚~~

As the sound of the piano stirred up, Bai Nanyan turned around in astonishment, and found that Zhao Guining and the other ten poets and piano lifters had also written 'Gaoping Tune', but instead of flying to the sky, they were swaying above their Liuyun Qin, revealing an extremely delicate thirteen threads of talent.

The silk thread of talent is connected with the thirteen strings, and the sound of the vibrating piano is in harmony with the talent, which also makes the ten buttons of Baoyu and others more and more dazzling.

"The increase in the talent of the Shiqin literati?"

Bai Nanyan also saw this for the first time, but she was well-informed, and when she tasted it a little, she pursed her lips and chuckled.

Zhao Guining and others have poor piano skills, and they are not skilled enough, so they can only increase their poetry power by one percent.

However, if you deal with Mu Zhixiu's request for rain, it is enough.......

I saw that in the soft and tactful minor key, dark clouds swept in from all directions like a curtain.

The weather also became very humid, and it seemed that when the wind blew, there was more moist dew in the air. But the iron lance soldiers who were close to the flames didn't feel anything—

No matter how humid the air is, it will be dissipated in an instant by the fire that is full of mountains.

It was dark above, and the mountains were in flames below.

Under the steaming, it seems that a heavy rain will be pouring at any time, extinguishing the flames of the mountain.

But at this time, the sound of the piano continued to rise, as if the sonorous sound of the piano ignited the ten buttons of paper in the sky, and exploded out of thousands of graces one by one.

At that time, the wind was beautiful and the east garden was full, and the flowers were red and green.......

Purple and red were blown up in the sky, countless flowers bloomed, countless wickers were plucked out, and each ten-button paper exploded out of a wonderful garden.

The warm breeze and the sun shine brightly, dispelling the dark clouds.

In particular, walking and flying, the bamboo tunes......

As soon as this sentence came out, the piano tone suddenly rose by three syllables, which was even more sonorous and graceful, and also made the power of the poem a little more powerful.

Among them, the golden light of the treasure jade was original, and it was in the center of the dark clouds and haze, and a palm-sized hole was blown out.

That's right, it's just a palm-sized hole, but if you look at it on the ground at this time, if you look at it in the sky, it will be a hollow square of hundreds of feet!

Together with the poems of Le Yangshen and others, the sun shines, shoots the dark clouds dry, and shatters the haze, leaving only the swallow warbler crying, and only ......

Spring Mountain green traces shallow.......

"What a song!"

Zhao Guining held down the strings, obviously unsatisfied.

The other ten Shiqin lifters were also flushed, and they were very excited to use their skills for the first time.

Leyang Shen and more than 100 other lifters also cheered, the first time they joined forces to fight, even the heavenly phase was affected, which completely exceeded the ability of the new lifters, even if the three or four dares lifted people, it was very difficult.

But they did it simply, very casually, very happy, and felt transparent and comfortable all over their bodies.

"Jia Baoyu!"

Suddenly, a desolate and cold voice came.

Baoyu looked up and found that behind the firelight in the sky, Mu Zhixiu was like a fiery butterfly, floating on top of the towering willow.

Her face was pale, her lips cracked, and she shouted almost bloody: "Jia Baoyu, Lord Jia, do you really want to kill them all......?

The world is so big, and your heart is so big, can't you tolerate a small barbarian tribe?"

It's bleak, it's earnest, and it seems to be very pitiful.

But Baoyu looked at the flames in the sky, sat down on the stool, turned his head and ordered: "Pass on my military order, and throw the materials on the spot on Huofeng Mountain." Throw all the wood and dead grass on it that can fuel the fire. ”

Zhao Guining took the order and left, and in a short time, there were 3,000 iron lance soldiers to look for things to help the fire.

Mu Zhixiu watched Baoyu's lips twitch, distinguishing his lips, and his expression became more and more desolate and miserable.

"Jia Baoyu, you are so vicious!"

She shouted and cursed.

Baoyu smiled lightly, shook his head and said: "I said that I will give you a way to live, three benefits, that is to empty my family, but you want to hold me hostage, hurt my classmates, hurt my comrades, hurt everyone Bai......

Today, I burned Huofeng Mountain, and let your Huofeng Mountain be full of scorched earth, and it is also your own fault as the patriarch. ”

"I'm going to belong to you, I'm Mu Xiu'er!"

Mu Zhixiu said hatefully.

Baoyu raised her eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Mu Xiu'er, aren't you called Mu Zhixiu?"

"That's the name of the patriarch, I buried the freedom of the clan, and I am not qualified to be the patriarch again, so I can only be called Mu Xiu'er. ”

"It's good, it's sincere. ”

Baoyu nodded, but her eyelids drooped slightly, and she smiled: "It's a pity, it's too late......."

"It's not too late, I can ......."

Mu Xiu'er responded anxiously, but at this time, a delicate willow branch suddenly swept her down.

At the same time, there were bursts of terrifying roars in Huofeng Mountain, which made people numb when they heard it, like a terrible roar of yin crying ghosts.

What happened?

Baoyu stood up suddenly, and the terrifying sound made him feel numb.

At this moment, Mu Xiu'er rose into the sky,

This time there is no pretense, it is a real pear blossom with rain.

His expression was sad and his eyes were like beads