"Yes, since everyone already knows about it, it doesn't hurt to tell everyone. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" Liu Sishao's face was full of emotion, and he said to Fang Zhuo: "My eldest brother was indeed accepted as a disciple by the Changge Sect, and he is already a member of the immortals, and then, as long as the various factions begin to recruit disciples, I, Liu Man, will also be from the Changge Sect——"

"Fourth brother, don't talk nonsense. A thunderous voice rumbled from the end of the street, forcibly interrupting Liu Sishao's unfinished words.

"Fourth brother, is it really the eldest young man of the Liu family who is here?"

"Listen to this voice, it seems that what it says is true..."

The crowd fell silent for a few seconds before the discussion began again.

The three gentlemen, Fang Zhuo, including Zhao Li, all looked in the direction where the voice came from.

After a while, the crowd around the street scattered as if they were avoiding something, and six or seven people dressed in plain Confucian shirts and Confucian clothes appeared on the street, walking without hurry, but only a few steps, they appeared in front of the three gentlemen, saying that they were students, but they gave people a different feeling than ordinary Confucian scholars, not to mention their appearance, just an indescribable spirit is different.

One of the young students who walked last walked to the front and said: "Senior uncle, senior brothers, I am really ashamed, this is my fourth brother, he is not deeply involved in the world, and he has no words, I hope you will not be surprised." ”

Liu Sishao and the two gentlemen, who were still arrogant before, looked very frightened at the moment, Liu Sishao stayed for a long time before he remembered the mission that had appeared in Shiyun Town, walked up to his eldest brother and said, "Big brother, why did you come so early, isn't there still half a day..."

"The immortal family's methods are fast, and it is normal to arrive early. "The young and young name of the Liu family is Liu Zheng, his voice is peaceful, and he looks like a talent, which makes people feel less annoying than Liu Man.

Only Zhao Li, but he was carefully thinking about the way of the appearance of the "Changge Gate", although it was not as flamboyant and domineering as the bronze giant sword of the Longling Sword School, and it was not surrounded by the cloud dragon that pulled the wind, but it had its own characteristics, silently walking on the street, pretending to inadvertently let everyone find their own cow break, and it had reached the realm of invisible pretending.

"Sure enough, it is a peak on the side of the ridge, and the immortal family decoration is different. Zhao Li didn't hold back in the end, and read it out very quietly.

"What are you talking about?" Fang Zhuo and Sanyun beside Zhao Li didn't hear what he said, Liu Zheng, the eldest young man of the Liu family who was some distance away from him, stared at Zhao Li, and several other Changge Sect disciples also looked at Zhao Li, but they didn't speak for themselves.

"Although I don't understand what you mean by the second half of the poem, I don't think it's a good word, but it's a pity that the first half of the poem is good. Liu Zheng stared at Zhao Li, with a taste of not being angry and arrogant.

I really have nothing to eat and be full, and I read it out and do it... Zhao Li lowered his head and pretended to be taught, and began to think crankily again.

"Big brother, all immortal masters, don't deal with these untouchables in the mountains and wilderness, these people are all stupid, vulgar and unspeakable, this person also said that he can know words after listening to it, he really has the ability to never forget? and said that he wants to enter the immortal gate, he is really ignorant, if it weren't for a few immortal masters, I would have let people treat such untouchables a long time ago..." Liu Man jumped out again and began to criticize Zhao Li.

"Uncle Shi, and all the senior brothers, let's go, it's too illusory to say that you can't forget. Fourth brother, you lead the way. Liu Zheng was extremely respectful to several senior brothers.

"Definitely. Among the Changgemen group, the middle-aged Confucian who was respectfully called his uncle in the middle walked out, looked at Zhao Li, and said: "It's not illusory to never forget, many immortals have received such talents, but the ability to never forget is not a big deal, and it can be achieved if you have a successful practice, but the half of the poem "Looking horizontally at the side of the ridge into a peak" is a bit interesting, boy, is this what you think, or did you hear it from others?"

As soon as this middle-aged Confucian came out and spoke, including Liu Zhengnei, all the disciples of the Changge Sect were surprised, but among the people present, it was obvious that he had the highest status, and no one dared to say anything, it should be the senior uncle in Liu Zheng's mouth, and everyone turned their eyes to Zhao Li.

Zhao Li was also stunned, and after a while, he cautiously asked, "What do I think?"

"It's only half a sentence, but the poem is quite interesting, and there must be context, I would like to hear it, if I heard it from someone else, I think that person is also a brilliant bachelor, I want to see it. The middle-aged Confucian said it indifferently, but in his heart he already decided that it was someone else's doing.

"How could an immortal talk to a mountain pariah..."

"I heard that the immortals of Changgemen are all well-educated and love poetry, and it must be the half-line poems of this mountain and wild pariahs that aroused the interest of the immortals..."

"No, I don't even know poetry, how can a mountain pariah..."

Dongpo monks are on top, please forgive me, the little one has to borrow your poetry to pretend to break, after all, I can't find a bachelor who wants me to find a non-existent, I don't even know where Zhao Li's hometown village is... Zhao Li straightened his chest and posed, while muttering silently in his heart.

"Ahem, it's not a secret, this poem was written a few years ago when I was chopping wood in the green mountains, I don't know if it's good or not, the first time I read it, and I ask the immortals not to laugh. Zhao Li first said a piece of nonsense, and then he slowly groaned:

"Horizontally, it is a peak on the side of the ridge, and the height of the left and right is different. I don't know the true face of Qingshan, only because I am in this mountain. ”

Zhao Li did not forget to change the "Lushan" in the original sentence to "Qingshan", Qingshan is in the south of Qingshan City, it is said that this mountain is majestic and magnificent, the momentum is extraordinary, and this poem is also worthy of its name.

As soon as this poem was read, the audience was silent, not only the people who knew poetry among the onlookers, but also every disciple of the Lian Changge Sect, as well as the three gentlemen and the down-and-out scholar Fang Zhuo's eyes when they looked at Zhao Li completely changed, it was a very strange and unbelievable expression.

After a while.

"Good poem!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar spoke first, and there was a flash of brilliance in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Li, and said: "This poem seems to be saying that there are thousands of green mountains and hills, peaks and valleys, and the scenery that changes shape in the eyes of tourists, but to me, it has no meaning. ”

The middle-aged Confucian first glanced around at a few young people from the door, and said, "You all write down this poem, read it carefully, and submit a piece of experience to me after returning to the door." ”

"Yes, Uncle Shi. All the remaining Changge Sect disciples bowed their heads respectfully and said yes.

"Who exactly are you and where do you live? The middle-aged Confucian asked Zhao Li again.

"The villain's surname is Zhao Mingli, a man from the mountains and wilderness, who lives near Qingshan and makes a living by chopping wood and doing small jobs. Zhao Li replied very respectfully, praying frantically in his heart: Don't ask me where my house is, and don't ask me what my parents' names are, I came through time, I don't know anything...

The middle-aged man nodded, and said, "Do you know the words, where did you learn from them, and do you have any other poems?"

Zhao Li looked like Ai Ai in the period, and replied: "Hui immortals, the little ones know some words, but the small ones are just people in the mountains and wilderness, how can there be any teachers, and they are busy doing work to survive on weekdays, but they often listen to the poems composed by talented people who visit the green mountains, and they have learned a little, so far they have only made one and a half poems, and one is what they chanted before." ”

"Oh, what about half a poem?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar was obviously already interested in Zhao Li, and was also attracted by his poems.

Du Gongbu, I'm sorry, I also borrowed half of your divine poem. Zhao Li muttered a little in his heart, then held his head high, paced a few steps on the street, and said:

"Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk. ”

"Swing your chest to give birth to stratus clouds, and break into the birds,"

"It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance. ”

This poem is full of momentum, and as soon as it is sung, even people who don't understand poetry can feel the atmosphere and boldness.

Silence for a long time.

"Good, good, good!" The middle-aged Confucian said three good words in a row, and his gaze at Zhao Li was completely different: "This poem can be called the best, it can be described as a masterpiece." ”

The middle-aged Confucian frowned again and said, "However, although this poem is magnificent, it seems to be missing half a que, and it is a little incoherent. ”

"Hui Xianren, I am just on the green mountain, inspired by the beautiful scenery of the peak to write this half of the poem, to write the whole poem according to the requirements of the small paragraphs, the small strength is not enough. Zhao Li looked ashamed, while howling in his heart: I also want to read it all, I have found out that you are a crazy poetry and literary youth! I estimate that if you read it all, you will definitely not be able to hold it and put me into the Xianmen, right? But how about Dai Zongfu, I don't dare to read such a sentence in Qi Lu Qingwei, where is there Dai Zong in this world, and I don't know where Qilu is...

"Yes, but if you could write all of these poems, I wouldn't believe you were a man of the mountains. The middle-aged Confucian priest's tone of voice to Zhao Li could already be said to be gentle, and he took out a green jade plaque from his sleeve, handed it to Zhao Li, and said: "I don't listen to your poems in vain, don't you want to enter the immortal gate? ”

Zhao Li took the brand, this green jade card was warm and moist, a little heavy, and he felt like a dream now.

After the middle-aged Confucian priest gave the sign to Zhao Li, he said to the surrounding doors: "I feel it now, I want to go to Qingshan to see, maybe I will retreat for a while, you have to deal with the recruitment of people, if I don't show up after recruiting people, you go back to the door first." ”

"Yes, Uncle Shi. "All the people of Changgemen claim to be the same.

"By the way, the last half of the poem, you also have to think carefully, don't forget to write, the number of words must not be less than 1,000 words. The middle-aged Confucian scholar left a last sentence, then waved his sleeves, and the whole person turned into a rainbow light, and went straight to the green mountains in the distance, leaving only a stunned crowd of onlookers and a few Changge disciples with a tangled face.