Chapter 352: A Coincidence or a Vision

Wei Juren is engrossed in writing poems with his head down, he is a person with determination, and he will not be easily influenced by the outside world. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

However, the voice was so noisy that it was like being in a busy city, challenging his limits.

Could it be that Yang Can finished writing so quickly, impossible?

Even if Wei Juren had conceived the poem in advance, he was only halfway written, how could he not be surprised?

waited until the vision came, Wei Jucai frowned, if he didn't feel the strong ink fragrance, he really didn't believe that Yang Can had such skills.

"Brother Wei, come and see, something is wrong, something is wrong. One of the same year grabbed Wei Juren and motioned for him to step forward.

Wei Juren put down his pen and straightened his clothes, and then stepped forward slowly, he always believed that literati should have the reserve of literati.

Seeing the ink flowers that were still emerging, Wei Juren's face was a little hot, he understood this time that he might have underestimated this ordinarily dressed teenager.

The literary atmosphere is like the sea, setting off waves for a while, and even Wei Juren is in it, which is a great benefit.

Seeing the ink that seemed to fly away, as well as the dashing and majestic pen power, Wei Juren only felt empty in his heart.

"In the past, people have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is vacant here. Someone finally recognized Yang Can's words and couldn't help but chant loudly.

More and more people began to sing, and the more they chanted, the more they felt that there was an unforgettable taste in this poem.

"The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years. Shopkeeper Xu groaned excitedly, tears about to flow out.

No one knows the meaning of this poem better than Shopkeeper Xu, and from now on, a building and a poem will be closely linked.

A group of people chanted along, and the expressions on their faces had a pilgrimage-like solemnity.

Unexpectedly, this time, they were fortunate to be able to see the appearance of a classic poem, which was a great luck for them.

"Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, grass and parrot island. A scribe was on the side, and couldn't help but read it.

Everyone can see that anyone who leads the singing can absorb more of the atmosphere.

"Brother Zhu, ...... you" Wei Juren was speechless for a while, this is the person in their team, when did he return to Yang Can's camp?

If you think about it carefully, it's no wonder that Zhu Xiucai has been stuck in the bottleneck for a long time, this is a rare opportunity for him.

"I made the cut, I really made the cut. Zhu Xiucai suddenly shouted uncontrollably, he tried it cheekily, but he didn't expect it to be really successful.

For Zhu Xiucai personally, this is an opportunity of a lifetime, and he is naturally overjoyed.

"Where is the sunset township? The Yanbo River makes people worried. A group of people sang in unison, and their voices were so neat that they almost became shouts.

Chirp!

A loud birdsong woke everyone up, only to see a yellow crane landing on the railing of the building.

"Look, look, that's the scenery in the poem. "I don't know who saw it first, and then the crowd suddenly boiled.

I thought this poem was very good, but I didn't expect that there was a bigger vision, which was incredible.

The crane is several meters long and emits an extremely pleasing color, with faint yellow dots of light that keep falling on its body.

On the body of the Yellow Crane, there is a person with a high crown, he has a wide robe, he sits on the front side, and the style of his clothes is quite ancient.

In front of everyone's eyes, the yellow crane rushed to the sky, scattering dazzling light along the way.

"Worship immortals, have good luck. Many people bowed down and bowed respectfully.

In the blink of an eye, the yellow crane disappeared into the clouds, only to see the white clouds fluttering under the bright moonlight, unchanged for eternity.

"What's going on?" The people near Jiangzhou City all saw this strange scene and rushed over one after another.

When these people heard that a cow poem appeared on the Yellow Crane Tower, they all crowded upstairs one after another, and the Yellow Crane Tower was crowded in a short time.

There are still a lot of people rushing over, and the scene is quite chaotic.

Some people were surprised to find that the ginkgo tree, which was full of depression outside the Yellow Crane Tower, was originally full of yellow leaves, but at this moment it actually sent out tender buds, full of infinite vitality.

Even the wild grass on the ground is like being blown by the spring breeze, a thriving scene, which is extremely pleasing to the eye.

There happened to be patrolling officers and soldiers nearby, and they hurriedly gathered around to maintain order, otherwise so many people were afraid of causing a stampede accident.

Bang!

There was a loud noise in the distance, and the ancient pagoda that had stood for many years suddenly disappeared.

This ancient tower became a dangerous tower many years ago, and no one dared to approach it, but it has always stood tall.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but at this moment, with a burst of shaking of the sky, it turned into a ruin.

Looking from the top of the Yellow Crane Tower, the Qiantang River, which could not be seen, was like an angry dragon, appearing in front of everyone's eyes.

Moreover, watching the river view from this position, you can see the weather in a myriad of states, which makes people stand on the top of the building, and feel a burst of pride in their hearts.

On the surface of the Qiantang River, there is a layer of veil-like fog, which makes people see, unconsciously, a sense of homesickness.

"All the views, were presented. Moreover, it has also changed the general trend of Jiangzhou. This poem is truly remarkable. ”

"I said a long time ago, this young man is not a mortal at first glance. Otherwise, how can you have such pride and dare to write an inscription on the wall?"

"I told you a long time ago, don't look down on people, real heroes are often hidden in the grass. ”

"If you don't have two brushes, how dare you deal with Wei Juren's challenge, this time, you are all blind. ”

A group of people talked one after another, this time the wind direction has completely changed, and they are all praising Yang Can vigorously and accusing others of shouting.

"Don't jump to the conclusion of all of you too early, after all, we haven't seen Wei Juren's poems yet. "A literati wants to try to turn the tide.

Who knew that as soon as this sentence came out, it attracted a large number of boos, gossiping, and it was difficult to resist.

The literati turned pale with fright, and he didn't dare to speak anymore, he didn't expect this group of people to go crazy, so terrible.

"It's a very well-written poem. There is also a payment below, let me see, who is the person who can write such a strange poem?"

A group of people looked at the wall, but they were all stunned, what kind of word this was, they didn't know it at all.

Yang Can had a faint smile on his face, this is an ancient script, not many people can read it, and there are few people who can write it.

"I recognize these two words, his name is Ye Chen, and he is a famous poet in our Jiangzhou City. "There was a man standing at the forefront, pointing his finger at the text on it, with great confidence.

Yang Can was on the side, almost fainted, but he didn't expect to make a mystery and go around himself.

Okay, the poems that I worked so hard to write suddenly became Ye Chen's, I said brother, do you know how to read?

"Ah, it turned out to be Ye Chen's son, no wonder he can write such a good poem, and he really deserves the title of poet's son?"

"But, we know Ye Chen, the poet son, isn't this what he looks like? Could it be that you can't see clearly in the dark?"

"This son, don't let us guess, recruit yourself. ”

"Do you have the courage to do it, but you don't have the courage to admit that you can write such a good poem, and you are afraid that everyone will eat you?"

There are many people talking, and they have everything to say, surrounding Yang Can, talking and talking.

"I know these two words, pronounced as Yang Can, you remember, don't make a mistake in the future. Shopkeeper Xu said proudly with a red face.

If you want to talk about the biggest harvest tonight, it must be the shopkeeper Xu, there is such a divine poem in charge, plus you can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Qiantang River.

It is conceivable that in the future, the business of the shopkeeper Xu will be designated to go up, and if he wants to surpass Wangjiang Tower, it is just around the corner.

"Shopkeeper Xu, you can pull it down. Say that you have a bit of knowledge, I believe it, but such ancient words, I bet, you will never recognize them. "Someone who knows the bottom line immediately questioned it.

Shopkeeper Xu nodded: "This time I made you right, I really don't recognize these two words, but I recognize the person in front of me, he is the Yang Can who wrote "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", I saw him at the book sale at that time. The eyes of the little old man are unforgettable, and he still has this ability. ”

"Yes, yes, no wonder it's so familiar, when I heard you say this, I remembered, isn't he Yang Can?"

"I was in the Academy of Literature at the time, and I heard him chant the song "Yanqiu Ci", how did I forget, look at my brain. ”

"Sure enough, it's Yang Can. I'm still thinking, who has such a great talent, I listened to the song "Yanqiu Ci" at the time, and I was shocked by the heavens, and now this poem is also amazing......"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, let me see what Yang Can looks like, this is a big man, it's an honor to take a look. ”

The scene was so enthusiastic, even Yang Can was on the side, shaking his head, are the people in this world so enthusiastic?

In Yang Canwen Palace, there is an extra star, and it is this "Yellow Crane Tower" that exudes the light of Huang Chengcheng. (To be continued.) )