Early the next morning, "Oh, Taifu, please get up quickly! Get up quickly! It's going to be early!" I was woken up by a few palace maids in a hurry, and I hurriedly freshened up, and I didn't have time to eat breakfast, so I hurried to the Jinluan Hall to participate in the morning court.

I stood behind Sonny-sama, straightened my collar, and knelt down with everyone to say goodbye: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

"Zhongqing is flat!" said Emperor Shunzhi Fulin, raising his hand. We all got up.

"There is a book to play, but there is no book to retreat!" the great eunuch Xiao Suzi preached.

Everyone looked at each other as if the world was at peace, and it was completely fine.

Just as Emperor Shunzhi Fulin signaled that Xiao Suzi was about to retire from the court, suddenly the waiter of the Ministry of Rites ran from behind the minister to the front and knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, Chen Gangji, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites and Rites, has something to report!"

"Aiqing, there is a report to play!" said Shunzhi Emperor Fu Linyi solemnly.

"Your Majesty, since the Qing Empire pacified the world, everything has been peaceful. However, recently, in the land south of the Yangtze River, the whole people have been surging, and the wind and clouds have risen again, and they are unpredictable!" Chen Gangji, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, said loudly.

"The whole people are surging? Is there another Han rebellion? Didn't this king abolish the shaving order?!General Liu! What's going on?!" Dorgon, the regent sitting in the side hall, looked at Liu Shu, the general of the protector of the country, and asked.

"Emperor Qi, Emperor Regent, the minister has never received the war report from the Ministry of War! The world is very peaceful!" Liu Shu replied.

"Aiqing, what's going on?!" Emperor Shunzhi Fulin urged.

"Emperor Qi, Prince Regent, I'm sorry, the minister is old and late, and he hasn't finished talking yet. Yes, there are more than 100 literary and art lovers with unique skills and different talents in Xuancheng, Jiangnan Province, spontaneously forming a poetry club, under the banner of 'everyone is a poet', calling on the whole people to write poems, and a group of people learn poetry and songs from each other every day, laughing and talking about life. Their poetry society often carries out poetry activities on Jingting Mountain, which Li Bai loves, generally after several competitions, the excellent works are as promised, and they are passed on as beautiful talk by the people of Jiangnan for a while, and are known as 'Xuancheng on poetry', they often combine the excellent works of the poetry society's activities into a book, print them out, and sell them in the market to make the poetry club activities funds. Suddenly, one day there was a poet named 'Sunflower' wrote three poems that caused a big battle about the battle of poetry and rhythm, they were first two groups of people, dozens of people stood on the street-for-tat, scolded each other, and then directly picked up sticks and stones on the ground and beat each other, and finally scarred, the matter became more and more serious, and the more and more troublesome it became, the old-fashioned faction He Xiaoyou led by him also led people to smash a few families, killed a few people, and was taken into custody by Diao County Order!

"Hey, hey, hey...... Murder pays for life!It's already locked up, isn't it over?!!What else do you want to report?!" The Regent Dorgon spread his hand and smiled.

"Emperor Qiyu, Prince Regent, it would be nice if the matter was over! After He Xiaoyou, the leader of the old-fashioned faction, was imprisoned by Diao County's order, He Xiaoyou's clan relatives and other members of the old-fashioned faction clung to the new trendy faction, continued to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, and kept fighting! Diao County's order continued to arrest people, and later the Xuancheng prison was full of people and could not fit it! He Xiaoyou's clan relatives kept sending gold and silver to Diao County's order, and He Xiaoyou was released; the more and more money was sent to the He family, the murderers of the old-fashioned faction were released one after another. Zhao Wendao, the leader of the New Tide faction, also became angry, leading the New Wave faction to parade through the streets with slogans to protest against the corruption and absurdity of Diao County's order, often besieging the county government, and the fight between the New Tide faction and the old-fashioned faction was even more fierce.

"How can it be so lawless in Xuancheng, the city of poetry? How dare you be so corrupt and barbaric! Diao County's order is so corrupt and arrogant, and when you arrest it, you will be directly beheaded! The troublemakers have old-fashioned faction He Xiaoyou, the leader of the troublemakers, who beats people first and bribes last, and gathers a crowd to fight and is sentenced to Ling Chi's capital punishment; Zhao Wendao, the leader of the New Wave faction, who is making trouble, gathers a crowd to fight and is sentenced to beheading! Hurry up and carry it out! Go quickly!" "Emperor Shunzhi Fu slapped the shore and said.

"Your Majesty, calm your anger! The minister thought that this matter should be investigated clearly, and the two leaders of the old-fashioned faction, He Xiaoyou, and the leader of the new trendy faction, Zhao Wendao, should be educated, otherwise even if these two people are executed, the two factions of new and old poetry in Xuancheng will still have disputes and disasters!"

"Teacher, what do you think!" Shunzhi Emperor Fulin took a deep breath and sat down and said calmly.

"Your Majesty, whether it is He Xiaoyou of the old-fashioned school or Zhao Wendao of the trendy school, I think that since they are all poets, then they are all cultural people, and we should know and reason! If we do not untie the knots in their thoughts, they will still be stubborn and take revenge on each other! Your Majesty, the minister is also a poet, and the minister knows the truth that literati are inferior to each other, but life is precious and must be saved!" I replied.

"What does the teacher mean in the past, Xuancheng showed up to say the truth, and knew the reason?!" said Shunzhi Emperor Fulin.

"Exactly!" I laughed.

"Teacher, don't you know that Xuancheng is in chaos, and the people of both factions have strong and arrogant clan strength. Teacher, aren't you worried that you are putting yourself in danger?!" Emperor Shunzhi said tentatively.

"Your Majesty, the minister has a poetic heart, the sun and the moon are clear, and the heavens and the earth can be learned! The minister believes that the poets are spiritually connected, and the ministers can open their hearts and let the sunlight shine into their dark hearts! Not to mention that the minister has had a relationship with the abbot of Shaolin Temple in the past, Master Wujue, and knows that saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter! Amitabha!" I folded my hands and said.

"That's good! General Liu listens to the order!" Emperor Shunzhi ordered as he looked at Liu Shu.

"The minister is here!" Liu Shu stepped forward and ordered.

"General Liu! I will lead you to Xuancheng with a thousand men and horses, ten red-clothed cannons, and the national division to quell the rebellion of poetry!

"Command!" I bent down with General Liu Shu to make a comment.

"There is a book to start playing, but there is no book to retreat!" the great eunuch Xiao Suzi preached again.

After retreating, Liu Shu and I walked down from the Jinluan Palace.

I looked at General Liu Shu and said with a smile: "Brother Xiaoyao, I didn't expect to go to the office with you this time!"

"Hahaha...... It's an honor to work with a great poet! It's still a great poet who has benevolence and righteousness! Otherwise, I wouldn't have this opportunity!" Liu Shu said with a smile.

"Then the general hurry up and march to Xuancheng! I'll go at once!" I smiled, "Yoyo, fly!" "Yoyo quickly flew out of my arms, turned into a kunpeng, and carried me wings high.

"Great poet, I will send troops tonight, and I will be there tomorrow!!" Liu Shu shouted.

"Okay! I'll meet them first!"

I rode to Xuancheng quickly, and as soon as I landed in Xuancheng, I saw two groups of people just having a group fight, their hair was messy, their noses were blue and their faces were swollen, and they were scarred.

"Brother has not studied ancient poetry, Tang poetry, Song poetry, or modern Western poetry. It's just that sometimes when I see beautiful scenery or beautiful people, I feel something, and I can't help but express it through poetry!"

"Yes, poetry is important in emotional sincerity, poetry is good, and readers don't care about rhyme!"

"Since the ancient times, there are no rules, and there is no square circle! It is okay to write poems, but the new rhyme must be noted! Rhythmic poetry is the quintessence of Chinese culture, and we must not forget our ancestors, even the things of our ancestors! Otherwise, how can he see his ancestors and ancestors under the nine springs in the future?!"

"What are you talking about? Poetry, words, and aspirations are poems, and everyone can be a poet! Poets' hearts are free, how can there be so many rules and regulations? What do you indicate the new rhyme and the old rhyme? Is Tang poetry a monument of Chinese culture, and it will be difficult for future generations to surpass it? What rhyme do people use when Li Bai and Du Fu write poems? Li Bai's poems cannot be measured by rhythmic poems, it all lies in the inner musical beauty! Are you a girl with a fever in your brain? The most famous poets of the Tang Dynasty did not write according to rhythmic poems! There is no such thing at all, these tattered rules are all set by later generations! It is an excuse for future generations to be unable to surpass the Everest of Tang poetry!"

The earliest poems of the ancestors, such as the Book of Songs and Lisao, were used for sacrificial activities and for singing harmony, and the musical beauty of poetry does not care about the rhyme of the inner flow, and there is no need to deliberately follow the word notation, as long as the reader feels catchy and has no sense of disobedience!"

"The rules were summed up by the poets of the Tang Dynasty! We should follow the rules of poetry, and not everyone can insult the high-end art of poetry! If there were no rules, wouldn't a three-year-old child be able to write poetry!"

"Which one told you that the poetry rhythm was set by a poet in the Tang Dynasty? Which eye did you see it? Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower" is so famous, have you heard of it? Doesn't it conform to your rhythm? You Ming relics, are you stupid in reading eight strands? Every day, this rule and that rule, you might as well put yourself in a sleeve, what kind of poet do you......? You don't even have a free heart!"

"You traitors who have forgotten their ancestors and are full of Qing Tartars......! You guys...... How unreasonable is that! You can't teach your son! You can't teach your child!"

"Teach your mother! You little sluts who bind their little feet and cut their feet to fit their feet! Look at your braids, you know every day that you gather people in the ancestral hall to make trouble, you are not a traitor of the Manchu Qing Tartars, why don't you go to the wall and die for the country! Chongzhen Lao'er is looking forward to you licking your feet below!!"

"The quintessence of Chinese culture has been ruined by your gang of brutes! You cultural scum! I ...... I...... Kill you!!"

"Since ancient times, literature has been free! I write my mouth by hand, and I write my heart by hand! I feel it, and if I am uneven, I will resonate! There is no ancient or modern thing, the key is that the poets love it at the moment, and the most important thing is that you castrate yourself cleanly, you can't let everyone follow you as eunuchs, right? hahaha...... We are all free people, and we still have to pass on our ancestors!"

"Hahaha......"

"You guys...... Chinese poetry will be completely destroyed in your hands! Woowoo woo woo ...... "

"You don't know how to use the past for the present? Don't you know how to keep pace with the times? Don't you know how to innovate? You still keep shouting poetry to ruin our hands! You are also smashing your hands and cutting off Sun Qiang! The poems are withering in your hands! Are you embarrassed to make trouble? What a group of shameless old stubborns!"

......

......

There was a lot of noise, and several people picked up sticks and stones and beat each other, and there was a panic.

I flew out of the Zhanlu Sword, concentrated, and read aloud: "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains! A lonely city and ten thousand mountains!" In an instant, the Zhanlu sword turned into thousands of sharp swords and turned into a sword mountain, blocking between He Xiaoyou of the old-fashioned faction and Zhao Wendao of the new trendy faction, those sharp swords were cold and pressing, and they slammed and sounded, making the two groups of people stunned and look at each other.

"Okay, okay, I understand! You're just chirping here for this, endlessly?!Thousands of people have died?!I see!You're just idle eggs every day?!" I clasped my hands to my chest and laughed.

"Yes, yes, yes...... They are old stubborn and old-fashioned, they just hurt every day, and they have nothing to do!"

"Who are you?!This is Xuancheng, when is it your turn to speak?!Get out of Lao Tzu!!" He Xiaoyou, the leader of the old-fashioned faction, was furious.

"Hey, who should I be! A little dwarf old man! It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I heard that you people gather every day to make trouble, fight, and fight! Serious violations of law and discipline! The emperor asked me, a poet, to solve you!" I glanced at He Xiaoyou with my eyes and said contemptuously.

"Look at this spell, you are a Taoist priest, right?!Are you a poet?!Why are you? You say that you are a poet?!Lao Tzu or Qu Yuan, hahaha......" He Xiaoyou laughed.

"Hahaha......" The people behind He Xiaoyou laughed together.

"I'll let you old stubborn know what poetry is today!" I laughed, "Listen to this "Ode to Taishan". ”

Pangu opens the sky, the river and sea heat wave,

Lava flies into the sky, offering Mount Tai greatly.

Heaven and earth are opened, and all gods are in power,

Mount Tai Daiyue, Dian Jing Kun Yuan.

There is a Yuanjun, called Tianxian,

The beginning of the emperor is true, and he is in the blue sky.

Mount Tai rock rock, Lupin sees,

Purple gas comes from the east, and burnt wood is sacrificed to the sky.

The sages opened sacrifices, carried on the past and opened up the future,

Gu Dengfeng platform, stone wall gold record.

In order to transform sentient beings and show mercy,

Show your powers, Weide Kongxuan.

Confucian sages, Confucian classics,

It has been used by the world and unified for 10,000 years.

The first emperor patrolled the world, dominating the world,

Look around the East Pole and only praise merits.

Han Wushitian, standing up for righteousness,

The father is filial piety, and the people are benevolent.

Tang Xuanzong sacrifice, unforgettable rock,

Broadcast the mountains, and the Tao is watching the government.

Wu Zetian sacrifice, the hidden dragon out of the moon,

Tongzhi heaven and earth, dragon and phoenix and song.

Song Zhenzong sacrifice, the field to Ning,

Wind and rain are smooth, and thanksgiving is heavenly.

Qianlong Hanmo, indulgence in victory,

Write poems and poems, and carve stones in imperial books.

Three emperors and five emperors, on behalf of the heavens,

The herdsmen are four wilds, and the Zen is sealed to proclaim.

Mount Tai Feng Zen, Spring and Autumn Ceremony,

The whole world celebrates, and the grand occasion is unprecedented.

Colorful clouds and blue sky, purple gas lingering,

Pennant hunting, gongs and drums are noisy.

Burnt wood sacrifices to the sky, agarwood is strong,

Flowing and prolonging, blessings and blessings.

Jade plate delicacies, cattle and sheep are too strong,

Zhu Tao wine, furnace agarwood.

The emperor burns incense and worships the grace of heaven,

Herdsmen in Kyushu, the wind and rain are smooth.

Hundreds of civil and military officials, hundreds of millions of dawns,

Ten bows and nine bows, praying sincerely.

Protect the country and the people, warn the world and Dunyuan,

Preserve life and benefit from the future.

The people have prayers, but they have no wishes,

Great mercy should be felt, and Pu Ji people will be heavenly.

Sheng emotion, peacock open screen,

The phoenix flies, and the birds are facing the phoenix.

Joyful pine sound, Furui crane song,

Mountains and rivers sing together, and the sun and moon dance together.

Feng Zen Mount Tai, majestic boundless,

Strengthen my heart and strength, and strive to leap through the Xiongguan.

Climb Mount Tai and look down on the world,

Turning the clouds and rain, smiling proudly.

Under the sun-view peak, the fairy robe is ethereal,

Taishan Mansion Jun, mighty yin and yang.

The gate of heaven roars, and the wind blows,

Songyan is proud, Danbi is wonderful.

The stone stack is hooked, and the ladder looms,

Eighteen dragon plates, nine sky whirlwinds.

Towering and steep, the ape is sorrowful,

Flying rocks, cranes flying back.

The sky sighs and the rocks, and the thunder is towering,

The cliff turns to stone, and the eagle strikes with thunder.

Yin and yang coincide, heaven and man are one,

Jin Ji Feng Zen, the imperial book carved stone.

Breaking the big characters, quiet and simple,

Thousands of generations admire, heaven and earth are magnificent.

Golden Engraving Scriptures, Stone Song Qi Chapter,

The swan song of the ages, it really looks like me.

Fortunately, the song is a song,

Splash ink and sway, short song singing.

Daizong geometry, the five mountains are unique,

Mount Tai Beidou, the Chinese Heavenly Dao.

Mountain Dance Hall, rosin stone grass,

The sky is clear, and the dark rock is lonely.

Ladder secluded, snow fluorescence,

The sea of clouds is pine, and the majestic voice is good.

Panzhong Shiding, Zhenhai River Protection,

Longteng Xinghai, Jiaopan Qingdao.

Mount Tai Xingyin, Creation Poetry Brigade,

Qilu wine order, the ballad of ambition.

Jieshi Canghai, Feng Chan Emperor Qi,

Fusang in the east, and the emperor in the west.

Far from heaven, vast and vast,

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, picking immortals is high-profile.

The rooftop sings, the universe is free,

The sun and the moon are in their arms, and the mountains and rivers are roaring.

The danger is high, the backbone of the heavenly court,

It is majestic, and heaven and earth learn together.

Mount Tai rock rock, Lupin sees,

The emperor sealed the Zen, the Spring and Autumn Ceremony.

The whole world celebrates, and the blessing of longevity is boundless,

Heaven and man are one, and life will be prolonged.

Lang Lang Qiankun, Tang Tang Huaxia,

The high mountains look up, and the Taishan Mountains are alone.

Jianghuai unicorn, march drums and drums,

Forward-looking, peaks stand in all directions.

The journey of heaven is like nothing and no words,

The way of poetry and travel is imprinted with spirit.

Changchun Kyushu, the sun and the moon go together,

Civil and military, heaven and earth are concentric.

When I finished reading "Ode to Mount Tai", the two groups were shocked.

"You are the ancient style, Han Yuefu, Tang poetry, Song Ci, Yuan song, modern poetry, super long novels...... The great poet Liu Changchun, who has turned into a dragon and a surging mind, has destroyed the withered and decayed, and has a long line of ambition! Three mountains and five mountains, *, the sea embraces all rivers, stands on the wall and thousands of people, and the great poet Liu Changchun, who fights to change the stars, and moves mountains and seas! Only the heroic majesty of the heavens, the earth, the sun, the moon, the mountains and rivers is majestic, and I dance with you, shine and live together! I have admired the great name for a long time! When I saw it today, I am really ashamed! I am ashamed!" Zhao Wendao, a new trendy faction, shook my hand and exclaimed.

"I don't know what "Tanka Xing" is, there is nothing to do with you here! Acquaintances hurry up and get out of Lao Tzu! Otherwise, Xuancheng will not miss your coffin!!" He Xiaoyou said angrily.

"I won't fight with you! As soon as the army arrives tomorrow! You naturally know that I am a minister sent by the emperor! Don't fight again today! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!" With that, I raised my right hand, raised my index finger and shook my finger in the air, separating the sword wall of the two groups of them, there was a chaotic sound, the sword edge was sharp, and the sound was piercing! The two groups of people were suspicious and retreated one after another.

"Hahaha...... Lao Tzu and Lao Zhao have been fighting for several years, and no one has come except for the Qing army who cut their braids! If there is no Qing army tomorrow, Lao Tzu will not let you get out of Xuancheng, believe it?" He Xiaoyou shouted, and then shook his hand and walked away with a group of old old-fashioned soldiers.

"Shixian, you're here! It's good! Don't be like that old stubborn! You will stay at my house tonight, and we won't get drunk tonight! Talk about poetry!" Zhao Wendao, a trendy faction, said with a smile.

"Hahaha...... Looking at this scene, it is tantamount to the grand occasion of heroes from all walks of life gathering on the top of Huashan Mountain to learn martial arts in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", but there are too many dead people, which alarms the emperor! There is no need to drink? What kind of poem is it? What kind of trouble is so fierce?" I looked at Zhao Wendao and asked.

"Hi...... The poet immortal, that day, the sunflower poetry was full of heart, and he composed three poems in a row, but unexpectedly, it caused a poetry debate caused by He Xiaoyou and other old stubborn people. Those poems were okay, and everyone applauded and congratulated the sunflowers! I'll tell you!"

"Ascending to the Foothills"

The ladder is towering and difficult to walk,

Hand-made pu fan stone stool.

Smoke in front of the martyr's tomb as a respect,

I don't see the bird forest, but I hear the sound.

"Homesickness"

The twilight of the year is cold everywhere,

The wanderer is more homesick.

There are octogenarians in the house,

Who is adding firewood.

"Xiao Yin Disturbs Dreams"

Sleepy at night,

Pingming Dream Tour.

Cave flute weeping and complaining,

Disturb my dreams.

"I think these poems are good! Why doesn't this He Xiaoyou give up!" I was surprised.

"It's not that we trendy factions have robbed them of their old-fashioned business, He Xiaoyou, they are trying every means to drive us away!" Zhao Wendao, a trendy faction, replied coldly.

"Business?!" I exclaimed.

"Isn't it popular to wear Hanfu and cheongsam to study classical poetry and promote classical culture all over the country? We poets have opened poetry training classes one after another, because our New Wave School is more avant-garde and open-minded, and our poetry has absorbed the essence of Chinese and Western cultures.

"What kind of fuss is this?!How many people have died?!I didn't come here today, you may still be fighting and killing! How many people are going to die here??" I said angrily as I looked at the wounded poets.

"There's no way! Their He family is powerful here, and our new-school poets can either unite against him, or we can only roll up and leave!" Zhao Wendao said sadly.

"Don't worry! Tomorrow we will have us! I will go to the lodging and rest first! Tomorrow you will go to the county office! You will see the blue sky and the white sun!"

"Shixian! please!" "Shixian! please!" Zhao Wendao, a new trendy school, shouted along with many poets.

As I walked, I waved my hand and said, "Don't worry......"

At noon the next day, General Liu Shu led a thousand Qing troops with red-coated cannons to the Xuancheng County Ya, and tied up Diao County, who was counting money in the Yamen.

Zhao Wendao and I rushed to the county government before and after, and General Liu Shu was carefully looking at the county order, when suddenly General Liu Shu pointed to the county order, shook his finger, and said in surprise: "Diao County Order! You used to be a county commander in Wudang County, why are you running to Xuancheng to be a county commander now? Whether it is the Ming Dynasty or the Qing Dynasty, there are your officials everywhere!"

"Hero, you still remember me, I just spent 10,000 taels of silver to donate an official, eat with a mouthful of food, eat with a mouthful! Hehehe...... The heroes are powerful, and they have become generals!" Diao County ordered Liu Shu to bow his head and flatter.

"This official is really good to make a fortune! Donating 10,000 taels to the official, I'm afraid you will have to make 10 million taels, right?!" Master Diao ......" I held up Diao County's chin and sneered.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Eat mixed food, mixed food ........." Diao County Ling said with a smile.

"Regardless of the Ming Dynasty or the Qing Dynasty, corrupt officials like you can't stay! Even if the clan runs rampant in the township, the common people are corrupt, and the law is perverted for bribes! It is worth killing 1,000 and 10,000 for a corrupt official like you! Come on! Pull me down and behead me!" Liu Shu ordered.

"Chirp!" After that, General Liu Shu's left and right guards pulled Diao County's order down and beheaded him on the spot, splashing blood three feet.

He Xiaoyou, who happened to be escorted over, saw Diao County's head rolling to his feet, his heart trembled, and he began to be afraid. After all, his He family's big backer was beheaded, and he knew in his heart that he was walking towards Huangquan Road and Ghost Gate.

"Oh! Xiaomin doesn't know that the general is coming from afar, and he has lost his welcome! The general has been driving all the way, so how about Xiaomin take the general to the hot springs, press the massage, and relax?" As soon as He Xiaoyou saw Liu Shu, he glanced at me, and immediately slipped his beard and patted the horse.

"He Xiaoyou, right?!Forget it! Soak in the hot springs and press the massage is free! Let's get straight to the point! The emperor asked me and the national teacher to come and behead you because you formed a party in Xuancheng for personal gain, bribed officials, ran rampant in the township, and bullied the people, no opinion, right?!" Liu Shu scolded.

"No opinion, no opinion......" He Xiaoyou quickly knelt down and sat on the ground, weak, his eyes were blank, and he whispered in despair.

"Since there is no opinion, let's drag it to the entrance of the vegetable market and put it to death!" Liu Shu ordered.

"Chirp!" Liu Shu's left and right guards immediately escorted He Xiaoyou to prepare to leave the county government and rush to the entrance of the vegetable market.

Just when He Xiaoyou was about to be dragged out of the county office, He Xiaoyou suddenly shook his senses, kicked his feet hard and struggled: "General, I am not guilty! I am wronged! I am wronged...... General, you can't kill me! I'm a good man, a good man......

"Stop, stop......... Let go of him......" Liu Shu walked to He Xiaoyou's side and squatted down, grabbed his hair, looked at his hand, shook his hand and said, "Look at your oily hair, you have been greedy from the students, right......? I don't want to kill a good person by mistake, so you can tell me how you were wronged today! Everyone listen carefully! Tell me ......."

The guard put down He Xiaoyou, He Xiaoyou sat on the ground, reached out and touched his hair, looked at Liu Shu and me nervously, and said: "I just think that Zhang Wendao and those trendy poets have destroyed the poetic wisdom of the ancestors, I can't stand it anymore, and I led the people of the ancestral hall to fight with them a few times...... I...... I was also unintentional. ”

"How many times have you been beaten? You really don't make drafts when you speak, so lightly! Thousands of people have died, and the emperor is shocked! You are really that Zhang Xianzhong in the education circle...... By the way, what kind of poetic wisdom is being destroyed?!Tell me, I'll listen!I'm also a poet, I'll check it!" I stretched out my hand to hold He Xiaoyou's chin and smiled.

He Xiaoyou touched his hair, sat on the ground and said: "Poetry should follow the rhythm! This is the wisdom of thousands of years! The law of the ancestors cannot be changed! Today, you old-fashioned poets and trendy poets are here today, and many poets have misunderstandings in their understanding of poetic rhythm, so I will systematically tell you about poetry rhythm, and you will listen to it! Rhythm is a paradigm, and it is a reference model compiled by the ancients according to the characteristics of the rhythm at that time, which lies in highlighting the harmony and paying attention to the beauty of the rhythm. The reason why the Qing Dynasty culture has become a kind of shackles and shackles today is because of the differences in ancient and modern life and speech, our unfamiliarity with ancient sounds, and the loss of most ancient songs. We imitate because we appreciate its appearance, we are in awe because we know it is limited, and we are reluctant to give up because it is broad and profound. Rhythm is the essence of ancient poetry, it is a paradigm, it is a rule, it is beauty, it is not 'use', it is only one of the methods of pursuing rhyme, and the rhyme of poetry is not for use, even if it is to be used, it can also be understood as: one use, inheritance and development, two use, in the fluctuation of the rhyme, three use, in accordance with the rules of the game, when operating, can not be trusted. Rhythm is the essence and the presentation of beauty. Rhythm is the method, and you must not shift the responsibility to the grid because of your limited knowledge. It is often said: do not harm the mind by law. This is not true, but it is often used by many people as a shield to cover up their ignorance and mistakes, and use it as a far-fetched excuse to seek exculpation, which is very unacceptable. Sometimes, we might as well think about it backwards, isn't it good to have a good poem? If not, why do you come to join in the fun? Aren't you Ye Gong a good dragon? You resist it yourself, but in fact you know very little. Therefore, if you don't understand the law or the law, there are three ways to deal with it. The best policy: learn and rectify, the middle policy: take a detour, and the next policy: excuse the defense. And the old man thinks that the most stupid way is to use freedom and artistic conception as an excuse to scold and even insult his personality. The old man made another analogy, if poetry is a house, the rhythm can be regarded as paint, and you can't trumpet the crooked theory that the house does not need to be renovated just because you don't know how to paint and paint the wall. You have the right to choose to live in a thatched house, but under the banner of building a brick house, you don't see a single brick or tile, only a handful of thatch, and you also say that it is a brick and wood structure, which is your fault. First, in the process of the development of poetry, when the rhythm has not yet matured, the ancient style and the recent style are different, the paradigm and style are different, there are changes, and so on, this phenomenon will appear; ”

"Hahaha...... Listen to the following poem: The people of the past have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is empty here. The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years. Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, fragrant grass and parrot island. Where is the Sunset Township? The Yanbo River makes people worried. Which poem is this?!" I laughed.

"The Yellow Crane Tower by the famous Tang Dynasty poet Cui Hao!" He Xiaoyou said with a smile.

I laughed and said, "Hahaha...... It's good that you know! According to your rules, the famous poem "Yellow Crane Tower" by Cui Hao, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty, is all wrong with the rules! Everyone thinks it's ridiculous when they think about it, isn't it? Also, especially what kind of king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die, and the father wants the son to die, and the son has to die. What kind of bastard are these? From ancient times to the present, most of the ancient style poems represented by the "Book of Songs" and "Chu Ci" are mainly sacrificial songs, which are very beautiful, and most of them do not conform to the law, but only pursue the expression of love songs and the great beauty of the rhythm; Tang poetry is the quintessence of China, and the poets of the Tang Dynasty do not know what the rhythm is when they write poems, and these are just compiled by the descendants themselves, just like the eight strands of literature that castrated the literati in the Ming Dynasty. Poetry and words are inspired by feelings, and must not be limited by rules and regulations! Don't abandon the basics and follow the rules! You might as well think about it yourself, you have an impulse to write poems, and you follow the rules, and the results can be imagined, and they are often greatly disappointed! When you are emotionally in place, recite them repeatedly, embellish them, and look at the plain ones, you may not necessarily lose to some word cards. Don't deliberately write poems according to the rules, but wait for the poems to come to you! Literature is originally a hundred schools of thought, just like some people want to add sugar to their coffee, and some people don't! You yourself want to castrate yourself as a eunuch, and you can't drag everyone to cut off your children and grandchildren with you! Everyone has their own poetry, and language and culture are always advancing with the times and constantly developing! Everyone can't be like you, all of you are people in a suit, that is foolishness! That is feudal ignorance! Also, 'Last night the west wind was blowing green trees. Go up to the tall building alone and look at the end of the world. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and the people of Yixiao were haggard. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the lamplight. How should you say that our poets should uphold the spirit of inclusiveness in our scholarship, transfer the temporary atmosphere of society, establish the scale of academic freedom within us, and be the title of a fortress of foreign democracy. We can no longer follow the ancient traditions, we must emancipate our minds and be inclusive. Gelu and Baguwen were both written by later generations, and since some people wrote them, some people could break them! We should now be open-minded and learn from other people's Western thoughts, you see how powerful the red-clothed cannons of other people's Western countries are, and the Ming Dynasty will be destroyed in the hands of the red-clothed cannons. Now that the Qing Empire is advocating new rhyme in poetry, what's wrong with it? You yourself are conservative and stubborn, and you want others to follow you and be beaten! On the other side of the English Channel, all the modern poetry of the West has been transmitted! I don't know if you can turn over "The End of the Poetic World"! Killing you is not all about the debate of the law, the main reason is that you are corrupt and corrupt, accept bribes, and run rampant in the countryside, and you must be eliminated! !

"Poetry is good! Keep pace with the times!!" "Good ......" Zhao Wendao and others of the new trendy faction applauded thunderously and cheered for me!

He Xiaoyou was speechless and sat slumped on the ground.

"Great poet, how can you speak like him! My ears are calloused! Drag it down! Drag it down!" Liu Shu said with a smile.

He Xiaoyou was taken by the soldiers to the entrance of Xuancheng Caishi, and after the execution was ordered, the executioner first cut off a piece of meat on He Xiaoyou's anterior major muscle and threw it to the sky, shouting: "Sacrifice the meat to the sky"; Ah!!Why don't you let Lao Tzu die happily!Ah......hh

Then, the executioner cut the flesh on He Xiaoyou's head, split the piece of flesh in two, pulled it down to cover He Xiaoyou's two eyes, and shouted: "Blindfold!" "Ahh......h The heart-wrenching pain of cutting flesh made He Xiaoyou's body and soul suffer.

There was a group of spectators watching around the entrance of the vegetable market, all waiting for He Xiaoyou, a bully, to be beheaded, and everyone pointed and discussed:

"This is that domineering old bastard? Bah! Still educate children! Just a hypocrite! Why are you letting him gasp for breath?

"This old shameless one, the old lady went to the private school to beg him for the sake of the child's study last year, and he still wanted to eat the old lady's tofu!

"What is Ling Chi's execution!"

"This Ling Chi execution, commonly known as a thousand knives, is also called eight knife punishment, and it can also be cut with nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine knives. It is to slowly cut off those heinous criminals or human scourges, slowly*. Look, the blood is flowing and it's miserable. ”

"Why do you want to cover the eyes of this scourge? You should let him see that there is still the blue sky and the white sun, and the emperor and the law!"

"Cover your eyes, in order to prevent this pseudo-teacher from staring at the executioner, to prevent him from radiating an unusually cold and frightened gaze in times of extreme pain, which may cause the executioner to panic and affect the execution, and to prevent his ghost from dispersing and harming others. ”

The executioner took a basket of numbered sharp knives and slowly cut He Xiaoyou: the first knife cut the chest (starting from the left side, the same goes for the rest of the following parts), the second knife cut the biceps, the third knife cut the thigh, the fourth and fifth knives cut the arm to the elbow, the sixth and seventh knives cut the calf to the knee, and the eighth knife cut the head of the owl. In the midst of a series of terrible screams, He Xiaoyou's face was pale, sweating profusely, and he was hurt to death. The remains of He Xiaoyou's dismembered body were put into a basket, and the head was publicly displayed.

Since then, all the He clan in Xuancheng have been dispersed, the poetry training class is completely culturally free, the market is harmonious, and there are no more fights. Under the leadership of Zhao Wendao and others, the New Wave poetry training class is getting better and better, and there are more and more literary and artistic young people who study ancient and modern poetry.

In addition to the Xuancheng bullies, General Liu Shu and I also rode back the next day.

On the way, Liu Shu suddenly asked: "Great poet, I heard you say yesterday, 'Last night the west wind was blowing green trees. Go up to the tall building alone and look at the end of the world. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and the people of Yixiao were haggard. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the lamplight. I think this sentence is very beautiful, what does it mean?! I hope that the great poet will not hesitate to give advice!"

I smiled and said, "These are the three realms of life. Ancient and modern great undertakings, emperors of all dynasties, and scholars must pass through these three realms: 'Last night the west wind tuned the green tree. Go up to the tall building alone, look at the end of the world', this first realm also;'The belt gradually widens and does not regret it, and the people of Yixiao are haggard', this second realm also;'The crowd looks for him thousands of times, and suddenly looks back, but the person is in the lamplight', this third realm is also. "The first realm" last night the west wind tuned the green trees. Alone on the tall building, looking at the end of the world' meaning to be a scholar to become a great career, first of all, there must be a persistent pursuit, climb high and look far, look at the road, clear goals and directions, understand the outline of things, just like I wrote two poetry collections after traveling around Kyushu. This is also the stage of loneliness and confusion in life, looking for a goal alone, which often requires a person to complete the penance. The second realm of 'the clothes and belts are gradually widened and will not regret it, and the people who are haggard for Yixiao' means that those who have become a big career and a university are not easy and casual, and they must be unswerving, after some hard work, they forget to sleep and eat, and they will work diligently until they lose weight and do not regret it. This is also the lonely pursuit stage of life. For example, after I traveled to Kyushu, I also went through a lot of hardships, and it was not easy to do it, and after writing two travel poetry collections, I was able to accumulate them on the basis of dabbling in countless classics and studying hard. The third realm, "the crowd is looking for him thousands of times, and suddenly he looks back, but that person is in the lamplight" means that those who do learning and become great careers must have the spirit of concentration, repeatedly pursue, study, and make great efforts, and they will naturally suddenly penetrate and make discoveries, and they will naturally be able to enter the kingdom of freedom from the lonely kingdom. This is also the stage of achieving goals in life. Just as after I have completed my journey around the world and completed the collection of poems, I can become one with the heavens, the earth, the sun and the moon, so that I can grasp the philosophy in the poetry of my journey, understand the true meaning of it, and truly liberate my soul without any constraints. Those who have achieved great things in ancient times are not only supernatural talents, but also have perseverance and perseverance! Before success, all successful people are silent and persistent, or tireless, or overcome thorns and thorns, or majestic and persistent. Only by enduring loneliness can we achieve positive results and see the beauty of subversion. ”

"Hahaha...... Poor Dao, thank you for the great poet's puzzle, I also have some understanding of the three realms of your life, and I should still be in the second realm now, 'I don't regret the gradual widening of the belt, and I am haggard for the people of Yixiao', hahaha...... It is no wonder that people have heard that great poets give lectures to the emperor, and every time they talk about it, they close their eyes and talk, tirelessly for a long time, with a graceful demeanor and high spirits. Hahaha...... It doesn't seem to be true at all! You're intoxicated!" Liu Shu said with a smile.

"Hahaha...... Brother Xiaoyao, what do you mean by that? Did I close my eyes just now? Why don't I know!" I laughed.

"Hahaha...... The authorities are fascinated, and the bystanders are clear! Hahaha......" Liu Shu said with a smile.

"Hahaha........." I couldn't help but laugh from ear to ear.