"Me? I still don't want it, I'm not brilliant above Danqing, just understand it. www.biquge.info"What Li Xiangzhi said was not modest, he had also studied Danqing, but where can the Danqing of later generations be compared to today's great world, he does not dare to sacrifice ugly people." And Li Yi estimated that he was not familiar with Danqing before his death. Generally, students from poor backgrounds, majoring in calligraphy and Bagu Wen, use it to get ahead, although Danqing is elegant, but it takes a lot of time and spends a lot of money, and it can't afford it. And Li Xiangzhi is certainly interested in Danqing, but his main focus now is on how to make money, and it is much better for him to be a rich landlord than a well-known literati. Rich is an uncle! The thoughts of posterity.

Wen Zhengming said: "That's a pity, in fact, we are so fateful, wouldn't it be better if we could become classmates!" ”

Zhang Mengjin said: "That is, if there is a lack of tuition, just say it clearly, money is something outside the body, how can it compare to my classmates?" ”

Several people kept persuading Li Xiangzhi, and Li Xiangzhi was almost agreed to be said, but after calming down, he said:

"Well, I'm not satisfied with you, since I got Soul Loss, I feel that my studies have declined, I have to hurry up and review my homework, otherwise the exam will be miserable in the future."

Only then did Tang Yin and the four of them think of Li Xiangzhi's lost soul, and nodded secretly, not reluctantly.

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Li Xiangzhi held the 'dirty' things that he got from Zhang Mengjin, such as: "Peach Ripening Picture", "All the Way to the West" and the like, Ma Liu's rush home, although Li Xiangzhi disdains the spring palace map of the ancients, but now how can there be a classic work of later generations, and you can understand a little lewdness under careful taste.

It's twilight

Lee Sang-zhi took out one of the dozens of pencils he had made, propped his chin and began to ponder under the green light: "What kind of novel should I write?" The Golden Alliance? Gu Daxia? Wong Tai Sin people? A book is multimillion, even if you are familiar with the plot, you can't write a book well. ”

Li Xiangzhi has a soft spot for Journey to the West, because ancient mythological stories can be passed down to the world, not to mention that some people create myths. The gods and demons in this Journey to the West will definitely dominate the world as soon as they come out, but they ...... Journey to the West is a banned book in the Ming Dynasty, if it is written now, Li Xiangzhi will not be able to cut off ten heads!

"That's right! Write "Painted Skin", magical, hot-blooded, weird, and flirtatious...... No, it's love. ”

Li Xiangzhi thought about it again and again, and finally began to write, in ancient times, due to the imprisonment of thought and the shackles of style, the plot details of novels will not be so straightforward and delicate, such as the popular style of writing in the Jin Dynasty, so when literati write letters or novels, they naturally write in the style of writing, and then for example, the Ming generation of Bagu Wen, in order to get ahead, they have learned in their bones. Of course, Li Xiangzhi could not write Xiaobaiwen, but he also abandoned the Bagu text, simplified the crepe things as much as possible, and devoted himself to portraying magical pictures that can generate a strange world in people's minds; The dialogue in the novel is written in the vernacular, that is, the words that were usually spoken in the Ming Dynasty. In this way, the text and the dialogue are slightly separated, which not only writes truthfully and fantastically, but also tells the literati who read this book that Lao Tzu is not of low culture, but deliberate.

Of course, another reason for choosing "Painted Skin" is that Li Xiangzhi only plans to publish only three volumes, each with about 100,000 words. If you want Li Xiangzhi to write a martial arts of millions of words, even if you can make a lot of money by serializing, you will never do it.

Li Xiangzhi suddenly became passionate, took a pencil, and hurriedly began to write a book. He also began a tragic journey of code words like the author of the book.

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Piaoxiang Building!

Li Xiangzhi has been to Zhang Mengjin's father's high-end restaurant, and the Piaoxiang Building in this poor area in the north of the city is not up to grade.

Li Xiangzhi and the former classmates of Xiangcheng Academy gathered to eat and drink, and Xu Le Xu Qing said: "Xiangzhi! How's the preparations? ”

"What? Oh...... Nothing worse, no worse! "These three guys are still bewitching Li Xiangzhi to fight with the four sons of Wuzhong, Li Xiangzhi has a big headache, he is now committed to making money and running to a well-off, poetry, calligraphy and painting, I really want to stay away.

Xu Zheng Xu Changming said: "This time, we are waiting for the competition, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and music, intelligence...... Shall we wait for the four of us to divide each other? ”

Li Xiangzhi hurriedly shouted: "Wait...... Wait a minute! Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting and poetry are easy to understand, what is this song, wisdom, and strength? ”

Xu Changming said: "The piano is a musical instrument than playing, I know a little bit about this, the chess is handed over to Kunyu, this calligraphy I can't get into the law, so I will hand it over to Xiangzhi, this painting...... Uh, when the time comes, just draw a "Chicken Eating Rice Map" for them......"

"Poof!" Li Xiangyi squirted out a sip of sweet wine, it seems that not only is he not good at painting, but it is estimated that the teachers of Xiangcheng Academy will not be successful.

"Ahem!" Xu Qingzhi said: "We are ashamed of this painting, so let's get rid of it, if we fight poetry, I will work together to say that there may be some good words in a flash of inspiration." This song ......."

Li Xiangzhi said strangely: "You won't let us sing, will you?" ”

"If you can sing, it's good, but if you can't, find a prostitute...... Belch...... It seems that the four of us are also poor, it would be good to have a maid at home, and there is probably no hope for a geisha at home, so we can retreat to the next best and go to Xiangxiang Pavilion to borrow someone. ”

"Slow? Where is Xiangxiang Pavilion? ”

"Qinglou ...... on Xiangcheng West Street"

Li Xiangzhi glared and said, "Aren't you afraid of ruining our reputation?" ”

Xu Qingzhi said strangely: "No, it's not a swagger to go to the Qinglou ****, let's put it this way, the 'music' class for people who are studying is compulsory, but in order to promote the development of music, many colleges now support students to create music styles, of course, the competition song can promote the birth of wonderful songs, and the songwriters basically don't sing themselves, right?" That's why I borrowed the Qinglou geisha to arrange and sing, of course, this new song was born, and the geisha who benefited from it must be gladly invited. ”

"Oh! I see. Li Xiangzhi said again: "Then who wrote this song?" Started choreographing? ”

"Also...... Not yet! Changming and I both wrote a piece of music, and it was hard to decide who was better. "Xu Qingzhi.

Li Xiangzhizhi: "Arrange them all in, and sing them one by one when the time comes, isn't it better to take which one you feel is better?" ”

Jiang Yu, who had not spoken, smiled and said, "They are going to fight for a good job before the arrangement." ”

"For Mao?"

"Although the geisha in Xiangxiang Pavilion are not as lovely as the famous singers in Taihu Lake, their appearance is not bad.

Li Xiangzhi suddenly said with contempt: "Two virtuous brothers, the enemy is currently in power, and you are still engaged in infighting for the women of the Qinglou?" It's really exciting, I think this competition will be done, right? The last sentence is Lee Sang-zhi's sincere words.

"That's right, tonight we will go to Xiangxiang Pavilion to arrange and rehearse." Xu Changming said ashamedly.

"That's right! I'll go with you tonight, and Xiangzhi and Kunyu will be on the side. Xu Qingzhi said fixedly.

Li Xiangzhi's eyes lit up, and he said incorrectly: "This ...... Isn't that okay? ”

"Gotta go."

Li Xiangzhi was secretly happy for a while, the ancient Qinglou had not yet entered.

"Ahem, to get back to the point, what is wisdom and strength?"

"Wisdom is the question, regardless of poetry and songs, only talk about what you have seen and heard. And then there's the 'force', uh...... It used to be Kemari, but now...... Wrestle your wrists! ”

"Huh?"

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