Hearing that the samurai is so humble to ask for advice, Xiantu is not easy to refuse with him, isn't it the poem made by the first descendant, since he wants to know the content of the other part, then tell him, he asked endlessly, Xiantu thought while walking, but still a little reluctant, what Xiantu was worried about was nothing more than the fear that what he did today would affect the normal development of future generations, if the samurai really wanted to pass on this poem, then Lu You would not be pirated.

Xiantu was helpless, so he shook his head and said: "Okay, since Brother Wu has studied poetry so much, then the younger brother will read out all the verses, but Brother Wu just listen, don't take it for yourself and chant the world, you must know it, you know it, and no one else is allowed to know, understand?" ”

"It's so mysterious, it's just a poem that someone else has done, even if I don't say it, the owner of this poem will recite him to the people of the world, after all, the poem is made for people to hear, how can there be a reason to carry and hide." The warrior said with some disdain, and he was still holding the stamens picked down in his mouth, in the first picture, this is all at the level of animals, even the flowers and plants on the road are not spared.

Since the more the samurai wants to know all the verses of this poem, how can Xiantu whet people's appetites, but seeing that he is unwilling to agree to Xiantu's request, Xiantu has no choice but to speak again: "Since Brother Wu refuses to agree to the younger brother's request, then the younger brother does not need to say much, after all, this poem was made by later generations, and it is too early to say it." ”

Hearing Xiantu say that this poem was made by a descendant, the samurai looked more and more disbelieving. Thinking that Xiantu must not have wanted him to know the sentences of the whole poem, he had to arrange this absurd remark of his predecessors and descendants, if it was really done by later generations. How could he know that he was a descendant, it was pure absurdity, the more the samurai thought about it casually, and he didn't ask any more questions.

Although I didn't ask any more questions, curiosity always trumped reason, and I walked for a quarter of an hour. Wu Shiyue finally couldn't help but ask again: "Brother Xian, I haven't thought about it for a long time and haven't come up with neat sentences to fill this poem, so you still sue my brother for another part of this poem, right?" ”

Xiantu glanced at Samurai Yue. I thought that he would not ask any more, but who knew that he would come back again, thinking that he was still a dignified civil official, and he was not even as good as Lu You in the Southern Song Dynasty. It's also a shame that Li Shimin will use him unusually.

Come to think of it. Xiantu said, "Sue sù you can, but you haven't agreed to the request I just made?" ”

The more puzzled the samurai asked, "Isn't it just a poem, why did you make so many names?" ”

Xiantu smiled slightly, and said: "This is not a famous hall, this is the most effective way to protect the heritage of future generations, isn't it popular for you ancients to swear, today you swear not to tell the third person this poem, I will tell you the whole poem." It will also make your great writer satisfied. ”

"Okay, I swear. I, the warrior, swear to the sky, if I leak half a word of the poem Xue Xiantu said, I am willing to be thundered by the sky and die with ten thousand arrows piercing my heart. Without hesitation, the samurai swore a vicious oath.

"Is that okay? Isn't it just a poem, you still let you make such a heavy oath for your brother, how did you become a sworn brother? The more dissatisfied the samurai who had finished swearing, the more he said he was innocent.

"Who made you make such a heavy oath, I just said that you should swear not to spread this poem, you can do it, and make an oath that thunders in the sky and ten thousand arrows pierce your heart, let's say it first, if the oath you just made is fulfilled in the future, you must not blame me." Xiantu explained somewhat innocently.

Hearing Xiantu say this, the samurai Yue 'bah blah' burst into a burst of vomiting.

"Did you eat? What to spit on, can't spit on the ground, hasn't anyone taught you this? The boss is a person, but he is still an official, so he has no virtue at all. Xiantu joked with a little blame, in fact, Xiantu misunderstood others, the more the samurai did this, it means that he spit out the oath just said, not because the people who tried to spit him out because of dissatisfaction.

"Brother Xian, what do you say? How can I hear you're scolding me? The more the samurai were puzzled, the ancients were very serious about joking, because they were all more conservative and more feudal, and there was almost no room for jokes to survive in ancient times, let alone such exchanges between adults.

"Who made you spit on me, I didn't scold you just now, I educated you, understand?" Xiantu still misunderstood, and his unforgiving appearance made people feel like they rushed up and slapped him.

"Brother Xian, you misunderstood me, just now because I said unlucky things for my brother, and I was worried that what you said would be fulfilled, so I spit it out, indicating that the words just now have been spit out, and they will not be fulfilled again." At this time, the more the samurai really wanted to jump into the Yellow River to wash it, and it was really a headache to know such a sworn brother.

"Okay, I misunderstood you, I'm sorry to tell you from the bottom of my heart, maybe I'm thinking too much." Xiantu was a little ashamed, this guilt made him blush and bow his head, looking embarrassed.

"Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, the virtuous brother should also read out the verses he just said, and he can't wait to know what the artistic conception of this complete poem is." After speaking, Samurai Yue's eyes changed from anticipation to anxious waiting.

"Well, let me think about it, that's it." Xiantu seemed to have forgotten how to read that poem, thinking that if he read a poem casually to fool the samurai Yue, I am afraid that this great writer would listen to it, Xiantu looked at his attitude of curiosity, and he couldn't bear to deceive him.

"Yes, listen!" Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant'. Xiantu closed his eyes and shook his head, and read out this poem word by word with rich feelings, which was a masterpiece of the great poet Lu You of the Southern Song Dynasty, and actually appeared in the early years of the Tang Dynasty, but there is really only something that cannot be imagined, and there is nothing that cannot be done.

After reading it first, I looked at the samurai Yue who seemed to be thinking about the meaning of each word very seriously, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head, looking enlightened but confused, which made people feel very entangled.

"Brother Wu, have you realized anything? It's just a simple romance poem, so why bother? Xiantu looked at Samurai Yue on horseback, and his stunned expression seemed to be out of the world. (To be continued......)