Liyuan, Liu Ru is also fighting for the position.

If Hua Xue is useless, Liu Ru will turn around and leave. It's a pity that Hua Xue is not only the guest of honor of the prefect, but she can also talk about it, and she almost exploded. Even if he was defeated by Liu Ru in the end because of his personal character weakness, he was still able to fight back with blood, which made Liu Ru speechless. The most important thing is that Hua Xue actually recognized Wang Banzhu as her godmother, as long as she still needs to be a mess in this industry, she must not be unreasonable today. It's not easy to say anything if there is a reason to get out of the Wang class master, it seems to be unreasonable, but if she dares to be unreasonable, is it really that the Queen Mother of the West has no thunder means?

If Chen Yuan's appearance is not comparable, even if it is not more than her Liu Ruyi, Liu Rushi will leave a sentence: "Your sister is just like this!" "Turn around and go. This is a salute for mocking her appearance on Hua Xue Road, take advantage of it! However, although Liu Ru herself is still wearing a veil and does not let others see her true face, she herself has self-knowledge, although it is not much, but it is not as good as it. Compared with that Dong Bai, his appearance is only indistinguishable, and compared with Chen Yuan, he is indeed a step behind, well, only one chip.

Liu Ru's only hope now is that Dong Bai doesn't seem to be as big as Chen Yuan, and he shouldn't have much knowledge, so it shouldn't be difficult for him to beat her.

As a result, Dong Bai's little poem yesterday lit up, and Liu Ru was instantly stunned: You are so young, you still have an artistic conception when you write poems, and this still makes people live? Liu Ru is still stuck in the technique, and he is still one step away from the artistic conception.

She didn't know that Dong Bai's poetry was limited by knowledge and insight, and there was still a lot of gap from her level. However, Dong Bai was born with an empty and quiet artistic conception, writing poems and paintings, as long as the proposition does not match the artistic conception, there will naturally be an empty and quiet meaning. This is due to the talent of the empty valley dream butterfly, Liu Ru also has his own talent, but there is no need to envy. Well, of course, Liu Ru doesn't have a system, she doesn't know this, she just marvels at Dong Bai's talent for poetry, and she doesn't know that this is really an innate talent.

Dong Bai was stunned when he saw Liu Ru holding his poem, and knew that he was amazed at how well his poem was written. She knew that this was a talented girl invited by Hua Xue, who competed with her for Chen Yuan's position in Xixi, and her peers were enemies, so she really needed this restraint too much, so she also had a competitive heart. Seeing that Liu Ru was stunned, a sense of self-restraint flashed in his heart.

"Sister Liu is silent, but what's wrong with my little sister's poems?"

Liu Ru has been up and down for so many years, Dong Bai's mind is like a mirror, although she doesn't understand how this girl can be competitive and incompatible with the artistic conception revealed in the poem, but this is a new poem, and her knowledge can still be determined. Thinking about it, she knew that if she didn't show her hand, she might be swept away today, how could she stand it with her arrogance? It's just that she doesn't have this kind of talent, how can she say that she has it? At the moment, I had to avoid the enemy's edge and find another way.

"My sister's poem is really deep in the true meaning of "Autumn Twilight in the Mountain House", even if Wang Wei is alive, he will praise it and take his sister as a confidant. It's just Wang Wei's poetry and painting, the first artistic conception, but the meaning is ineffable. Even if my sister is highly talented, she wants to teach this artistic conception to ......" Liu Ru paused for a moment, looked at Chen Yuan, and didn't know what to call Chen Yuan appropriately.

Chen Yuan smiled back: "My sister directly called my sister Yuan Yuan." ”

Liu Ru nodded, and continued: "I want to teach this artistic conception to Sister Yuanyuan, but it is very difficult. ”

This is reasonable, Hua Xue also nodded secretly, he was shocked by Dong Bai's list of titles before, and he only reacted that Dong Bai's poems obviously exceeded the level of intermediate poets too much, it turned out that it was because of the intention. Thinking of Dong Bai's talent, he naturally understood the reason.

Since ancient times, "the master leads the door, and the cultivation is in the individual", no matter how good the teacher is, he can only teach the high-level peak. If you want to become a master, you must have your own understanding. And if you want to become a grandmaster, you have to have your own independent creation. As for the Great Grandmaster, he is a figure who has created a complete system, and from ancient times to the present, there are only a few.

Artistic conception is a sign of mastery. There is an intentional concept, not necessarily a master, it may be a coincidence, but a work without artistic conception will never reach the master level. According to the system, a work with a sense of intent is called a work that contains the soul imprint of the creator.

This is also the reason why science and technology professions, advanced and above are not called master level but expert level. Their inventions and creations do not contain their own soul imprints and can be freely reproduced. Any traverser, as long as he understands the principle, can steal the invention before the inventor, and the invented items can be exactly the same. So they can't be called masters, they can only be called experts.

Similarly, poets and writers, etc., after surpassing the advanced level, are not called masters, but directly titled: from a certain layman, to the immortal Buddha and the holy son.

Dong Bai also knew this truth, but how could she admit defeat: "Then my sister writes a poem that can be taught so that my sister can see and understand?" ”

Liu Ru was not ambiguous, and immediately agreed. Conceive a little, pick up the pen and write. Write for a while, think about it for a while, and obviously write this poem is not a simple thing for her. In fact, only Liu Ru knows how hard she is, and she really uses all the skills of pressing the bottom of the box.

Liu Ruwei wrote, it is a poem, the word card: "Jin Mingchi".

There is a cold wave, ruthless residual photos, it is Xiao Xiao Nanpu. More blowing, frost stripes lonely shadows, remember, the old time flying flocculents. In the evening, the smoke and waves are slanting, and when I see the travelers, I specially thin my waist like a dance. There is always a kind of desolation, very haggard, and there are still good sentences of Yantai.

Spring makes autumn rain. Thinking of the past, the secret wound is like a promise. Indulgently, around the embankment to draw boats, cold out, water clouds are still there. Recalling the past, a little east wind, a few heavy curtains, and sad eyebrows. Wait for an appointment with a plum soul, the dusk and the moon are light, and whisper to Yi Shen.

This poem is written about willow, and comparing himself with willow is a portrayal of Liu Ru himself.

In terms of artistic conception, those who don't know will feel quite contrived when they read it, and compared with the natural artistic conception of Dong Bai's poem, it is far behind. Even if Liu Ru is herself, she has to admit that there are a few sentences in her words that are "worried about the new words".

But the problem is that Liu Ru just said clearly, what she wants to show is something other than artistic conception.

This poem is a work of pure showmanship: words and sentences, rhymes; Quoting scriptures, intricate and profound. In terms of skill, it is almost the ultimate of "work".

And the skills are precisely what can be taught.

Dong Bai gritted his teeth and almost scolded the word scoundrel: "Sister, good means." ”

She is also self-aware, and her character is not suitable for this kind of deliberate carving, but the kind that is mainly spiritual. Even if she knew these allusion techniques, she couldn't do it.