"Loyal to the country"

"I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood"

"If it is for the sake of freedom, you can throw both"

Dai Cheng, director of the Military Statistics Bureau, repeated these words, and suddenly said with a smile:

"If it weren't for the secret agent who carefully checked Gu Wen's birth and verified it by qi and blood, I would definitely think that there was a great writer disguised as a country boy. It seems that this is a character who was born with Su Hui, and it is worth paying attention to. Not bad. “

It's just that as soon as the poem "Freedom" spreads, Gu Wen will be roasted on the shelf. Interesting and interesting. “

There is a super-large luxury manor outside the imperial capital, a grass house, a pot of sake, and an old man with white eyebrows and white beard.

On the desk in front of him was a jade version of yellow chapter paper, on which four lines of poetry were written in thick ink:

"Life is precious, love is more valuable, if it is for freedom, both can be thrown"

The old man pondered for a long time, suddenly threw the wine glass in his hand, and said with a smile:

"I see, I, Meng Yuanshan, have been practicing for six hundred and twenty-eight years, and I have not been able to break through the Extreme Realm of True People and enter the Immortal Realm for a long time, so I am not allowed to be 'free'. ”

There were several old men with white beards kneeling in the thatched hut, and one of them bowed down and said: "My ancestor traveled all over the world three hundred years ago, indulging in mountains and rivers, seeking breakthroughs, but I don't know how to be 'free'. ”

Meng Yuanshan laughed and said: "Xiao Han, as the thirty-second generation patriarch of the Meng clan, you are entangled in the world, where can you appreciate the preciousness of the word 'freedom'. ”

"Although I haven't asked about earthly matters for a long time, it's a pity that I am worried about the safety of the Meng family, and I can't let go for a long time, how can I enter the unhindered immortal realm. ”

Meng Han bowed his head and said respectfully: "What the old ancestor said is true. It's just that if there is no ancestor in charge, the Meng family will have a great business..."

Meng Yuanshan sneered: "Family business, family business." We have lost 21 of our noble families in the past 2,000 years, and what is the reason? ”

"Of course, a 199-level extreme real person can be suppressed for five hundred years, but what about five hundred years later?

"Although the immortals are separated, eight hundred years ago, how prosperous the Zhiyuan Hou Bai family was, but because of the persecution of the dilapidated Changning Boyu family, they were wiped out in one day. Isn't there an extreme real person in the Bai family?"

"Ancestor, are you saying that there are immortals in the Yu family..."

"Silence, immortals have the ability to sense the boundary, and they can't ask their names directly. ”

"Yes, the great-grandson took the liberty of it. ”

Meng Yuanshan waved his sleeves and said indifferently: "If you are willing to give up, you will have to give up." Stand down. From today onwards, I will close my life, and within ten years, I will definitely be able to ascend to the immortal realm. Hahahaha, what a cook, what a Gu Wen. ”

Meng Han, with a happy face, led the clan elders to exit the thatched hut, the door closed automatically without wind, and the fence next to the thatched hut began to sprout and grow rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, it grew into a huge thorn ball, wrapping the thatched hut inside.

Meng Han stood quietly for a long time, and suddenly whispered to the air: "Pass down the clan order, Gu Wen and my Meng family are kind, if the children of the sect meet by chance, be sure to take care of one or two." ”

"Yes!"

Dongfang Taishan City Book Sage, a generation of book king Gong Xu didn't know how to feel pain in his abdomen, and was diagnosing his pulse.

Gong Xu's appearance was majestic, his black hair was combed neatly, and he sighed constantly while checking his pulse while looking at his new work on the wall.

Yan Zhenrong, the first apprentice of the scholar, asked: "Teacher, I see that your "Cangting Narrative" has a neat frame and a sharp edge, and you have fulfilled the essence of the previous generation of Xi Shusheng, is there anything dissatisfied with the teacher?"

Gong Xu pressed his finger on his vein, shook his head and sighed: "I have achieved the essence of the Xi Holy Spirit, but I am also trapped by it, the road ahead is cut off, I can't break through the barrier, and my achievement is just a book king." ”

At this time, Gong Xu's little disciple Pang Mingshan happily took a pair of words and ran in:

"Teacher, I wrote a good handwriting today, and I have come to ask the teacher to taste it. ”

Yan Zhenrong said unhappily: "Mingshan, you are so reckless, what good words can you write? I see that your ink is only on the surface of the paper, and you can't penetrate the back of the paper, but I'm afraid it can't be considered a good word." ”

Gong Xu was very fond of his closed disciple, and said tolerantly: "Mingshan, you let go and let him be a teacher." ”

Pang Mingshan wrinkled his nose at Yan Zhenrong, carefully spread the paper on the desk, and said respectfully: "Teacher, please take a look." ”

Gong Xu approached slowly, saw that it was a four-word quatrain, shook his head and smiled: "Mingshan, you only have the shape of this word, do you still need it?"

Suddenly, his eyes widened: "This poem... This poem..."

"Life is precious, love is more valuable, if it is for freedom, both can be thrown"

Gong Xu chanted more than a dozen times, and suddenly looked up to the sky and said with a long smile:

"Hahahaha... Freedom! Freedom! I see... I see... Bring the wine, bring the ink..."

Ignoring the stunned disciples, Gong Xu, who had never drunk alcohol, drank three altars of spirits, took off his hat and tore his clothes, his whole body was naked, he dipped his long hair into the ink basin, and he waved his hair and wrote 30 big characters on the plain paper.

I saw that at the beginning, the three characters were still visible in the frame strokes, and then more and more indulgent, the contact was like silk, and the words said:

"Sudden stomach pain is unbearable, I don't know if it is caused by cold and heat, I want to take rhubarb soup, both cold and hot are beneficial. How to count, non-clinical. ”

After finishing the book, he looked up to the sky and smiled, and then continued to drink three jars, and fell drunk in front of the bookcase.

Yan Zhenrong sighed, took off his robe, and covered the teacher. He bowed down and bowed to the word on the desk three times in a row.

Pang Mingshan said blankly: "Senior Brother Yan, is the teacher crazy?"

Yan Zhenrong smiled and said: "Nonsense! With this "Belly Pain Sticker", the teacher has already entered the hall, and he can be called a holy name, and he is a 'grass saint'. ”

In the southern part of the country, more than a dozen cardamom girls are joking and laughing around a sloppy middle-aged man, hoping to get his attention.

The middle-aged man had unkempt hair and was covered in ink and paint, but the girls did not dislike it at all, and leaned him.

Because this is one of the three best great painters in the Great Chu Kingdom, the gongbi painter Bi Jiansuo.

Any woman in the Qinglou can draw a portrait by hand by the painter, and her value can skyrocket tenfold. If you sell the autographs of the painter Bi Da, it will be enough to redeem yourself and live a rich life. But who is willing to buy Mr. Bi's paintings?

It's just that Bi Jiansuo is not in a high mood today, and he let the women tease endlessly, only frowning and sighing:

"I have been studying painting for 35 years, and my brushwork is so fine that I can discern the fine hairs on the legs of mosquitoes. If I continue to paint, I can just put a real person there, so why draw it? Is my painting art already at the end of my life?"

At this time, a girl with a red mole on her eyebrows and a slight bookish atmosphere saw that Bi Jiansuo was not interested, and deliberately threw her burden away: "Mr. Bi, there has been a strange thing in the west recently, do you know?"

Bi Jiansuo barely cheered up and said, "What strange thing?"

"It is said that there was a lowly cook who suddenly chanted a quatrain for the ages, and even the Seventh Princess was frightened by him. ”

Bi Jian said simply: "How much literary talent can a cook have? What kind of poems can be called quatrains for the ages?"

The girl smiled coquettishly and said, "That's why it's a miracle, this cook's name is Gu Wen, this poem..."

A round-faced girl next to her stole the show and said, "I know, I know, that poem is..."

"Life is precious, love is more expensive, if it is for freedom, both can be thrown ~~"

"If it's for freedom, can you throw both?" Bi Jiansuo was shocked and muttered

"Freedom? I see, I see, blind realism is just a craftsman, only virtual and realistic freehand is a master, hahahaha..."

It was night, Bi Jian Suo was prosperous, and even Yu Wei lived in eighteen girls. Then go home and wave it for two days, which is the world-famous work "The Girl Who Pressed Weinong". As a result, Pi Jianso became the founder of the abstract school.

In an extremely cold recess deep in the northern Tianshan Mountains, there is a cluster of strange flowers like jasper, protected by a small spirit gathering array, waiting to be released under the ice cliffs.

An old man who was drowning in ice and snow, shaking his messy hair, whispered:

"Life is precious, love is more valuable, if it is for freedom, both can be thrown?"

The old man sighed for a long time:

"Duan Yuyi, I will draw the ground for you as a prison, and wait for the Ice Plain Immortal Flower for sixty years. Now that the fairy flowers are about to bloom, why do I want to give up?"

"If you still love me, you can't bear to let me dry in this extremely cold ice cave for sixty years;"

"If you don't love me, even if I can keep the ice fairy flowers blooming, I still won't be able to see your people, and I won't be able to get your heart. ”

"I want to be Fan and his party, I am a son of a famous family, chivalrous and righteous, happy and enmity, and dominate the world, you and I know and love each other because of this free and easy. ”

"Now that I'm trapped here, where is there any sense of freedom and freedom? Even if you still look up to me, I can't look down on myself. ”

"What's the point of relying on bitter begging in exchange for cold feelings?

Fan and his entourage stood up, shook their bodies, and the ice and snow disappeared, revealing a heaven-level blue satin robe, with a bright light, and no stains had been seen for decades.

Stretched out his hand and drew his sword, a sword light cold fourteen states, where the sword light flashed, the hair was broken. Only a position is left with broken hair, and there is a handsome middle-aged man's smooth face.

With one more sword, the Spirit Gathering Array was broken. The tip of the sword rested on the stem of the Ice Fairy Flower, but suddenly retracted.

Fan and his entourage sighed: "Ice Plain Immortal Flower, you are originally a heaven and earth spirit flower, growing freely. I care so carefully, I don't know if you who grew up in a greenhouse can still have some spiritual effect, can you make people's gray hair turn black and their faces renewed?"

"I hope the feather coat can still get you, goodbye. ”

After speaking, there is no trace of people.

After a long time, a white-haired and red-faced plain-clothed woman came out of the mountain wall, with two lines of ice tears in her eyes:

"Am I really wrong? What should I do? I... I'm still here waiting for the fairy flowers to bloom. ”

"One line... When my gray hair turns black, I will definitely ask you to understand..."

"Gu Wen, you are bad for my good deeds! I will meet you in the future, I will let you taste the power of my 'charming' Duan Yuyi!"

Poor Gu Wen was still lying down from tens of thousands of miles away, and he provoked a super master of level 187.

So being famous is not necessarily a good thing, keeping a low profile is king. Did you know?

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