"Mountain walking. ”

He took another step forward and said with a little melancholy: "Far up the cold mountain stone path slopes. ”

It was the mountain road in front of me, and for some reason, the originally wide mountain road here became a narrow stone path, which was not only narrow but also winding and twisted.

The trail is covered with moss, and neatly lined with maple trees gives it a quiet and deep feeling.

Chu Qianqiu took two steps in a row, as if he was thinking, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he looked at the end of the trail and said loudly: "There are people in the depths of the white clouds. ”

His sentence seems to be a scene, but it is not. Although there are white clouds on the pen mountain, there is no one to live in, Chu Qianqiu has made up a scene, and he is lyrical. He imagined that there could be a family in the ethereal depths of the distance, and that family was also borrowed, and the people were really ordinary, but the holy pen was anything but unusual.

He referred to the holy pen as a person, and this sentence wrote the hearts of all the monks, and he sketched a beautiful vision for all the monks.

Chu Qianqiu still looked at the trail, he took another step and said, "Stop and sit in love with Fenglin Night." ”

Stop the carriage, put your baggage down, and take a look at the maple forest. This sentence is really meaningful, the world is bound by the holy pen, and only wants to win the holy pen to break the realm, but ignores the beautiful scenery along the way. In Chu Qianqiu's opinion, this is really more than worth the loss, because he is a scholar, and he will fall in love because of the scene.

If a literati can't drink and write poems, then he is not worthy of a literati, such as the Lanting Collection Preface that has been passed down through the ages, if there is no assembly, if there is no flowing water, the beautiful scenery of the wind and smooth, those literati will naturally not write clear words and beautiful sentences, Wang Xizhi will not do that preface, and there will be no world's first book "Lanting Preface".

In the same way, if Wang Bo, the fourth master of the early Tang Dynasty, did not go to the east, he would not have the literati grand event of the Tengwang Pavilion, and there would not be the popular and praised "Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion", such examples are numerous, but in the eyes of the monks of the pen and ink world, if you are attracted by the scenery along the way and waste time looking at the scenery, it is also a tyrannical thing than some unused literary tests.

For the literary test initiated by Mo Feng and them, the monks were extremely dissatisfied, but they dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, who made the family thighs?

Chu Qianqiu has a heart for the holy pen, because it is related to his dream, but if he doesn't get it, he will be naturally relieved, and he will not go to the sky to grab the earth, looking for death and life, because what he cares about most is the process, the scenery along the way, which he realized after experiencing those things after falling off the list.

"Frost leaves red in February flowers. Chu Qianqiu smiled and chanted the last sentence as he walked forward.

Those fiery red maple leaves seemed to be awakened, flapping wildly, making a "whoosh" sound like a wave. Some of the leaves broke free from the embrace of the trees and flew in the wind......

On the contrary, the monks were silent.

Ziyi Mo Feng looked at each other, his face was very ugly, and after a few seconds, Ziyi suddenly hugged Chu Qianqiu, and said excitedly: "It turns out that you are still a famous literary teacher?"

Chu Qianqiu's identity as a literary teacher surprised him, and his abnormal performance also frightened Chu Qianqiu a lot!

Chu Qianqiu couldn't laugh or cry a little, based on this situation, Du Mu's "Mountain Walk" in the Tang Dynasty automatically came to mind, he just read it, which was really ordinary for him as a scholar. But he immediately reacted that this is the world of pen and ink, and they don't care about the feelings expressed in the poems, but only pay attention to the momentum in the poems, and here, the poems are called exercises.

It turned out that in the few seconds that were silent just now, all the monks were searching their stomachs and thinking about whether they had cultivated the poem chanted by Chu Qianqiu, and the answer was no, so there was a gaffe of Ziyi. They didn't believe it at first, although they admired Chu Qianqiu's performance in the Ten Thousand Mirrors Great Array and regarded him as a leader, but they still didn't believe it, because the literary master was too noble and too rare, until the moment Chu Qianqiu nodded.

"Calculate quickly, Brother Chu took a few steps just now. Mo Feng counted with his fingers like a child, but because of his excitement, he didn't count it clearly for a while.

Someone gave him the answer.

"In the past, Cao Zijian wrote "Seven Steps Poem" in seven steps, passed the assessment of the Nine Grades of Writers, reached the peak of the Writers, and was worshiped by the world, which is a legend that the Brush and Ink Continent is earlier than the two ancestors, and now Brother Chu has made a poem in six steps, isn't it better than ......" Mo Feng looked serious and said reasonably.

Chu Qianqiu blocked his mouth, and said, "I am just a first-class literary teacher, and Brother Mo can't talk about legends." ”

In the human world, Chu Qianqiu has always regarded Cao Zhi as an idol. Cao Zhi is talented, Xie Lingyun commented on Cao Zhi and said, "There is only once in the world, Cao Zijian monopolizes eight buckets", it can be seen that his nine-grade literary master is by no means in vain, it is worth mentioning that he is also the first nine-grade literary teacher in the pen and ink family.

Throughout the present world, there are only three Jiupin scholars, with the east fence in the west, the South Mountain in the north, and leisurely.

Chu Qianqiu admired Cao Zijian so much, naturally he would not let Mo Feng say that he was even more powerful than Cao Zhi, all kinds of disrespectful words to idols, although he knew that Mo Feng was impulsive.

"May I ask which Wenxuan Brother Chu is now. Yao Xiao, who had not spoken, suddenly asked.

"In Xia Bucai, it is now registered in Xiangcheng Yuexin Yipin Wenxuan. Chu Qianqiu replied truthfully, for some reason, he always felt that Yao Xiao's eyes were very strange when he looked at him, as if he was unwilling, helpless, envious, and even a little hostile.

"Just a product Wenxuan, after this trip to Bishan, I am willing to introduce Brother Chu to my Gancheng Yang Co Sipin Wenxuan to register. "Gancheng was ruled by Yao Sinian, and Yao Xiao also added the word I in front of Gancheng when he spoke.

"I understand Brother Yao's good intentions, I am only a first-grade literary teacher in the next, and at a level like the fourth-grade Wenxuan, I don't have that strength in the next. Chu Qianqiu politely rejected Yao Xiao, because Yao Xiao's eyes made him feel uneasy, otherwise, let alone the fourth-grade Wenxuan, the sixth-grade Wenxuan, he asked himself if he could not talk about challenging him, after all, the books for so many years were not read in vain.

After Chu Qianqiu's identity as a scholar was revealed, the monk's original dissatisfaction immediately disappeared, some were just envious and worshipful, and some had even begun to figure out how to pat Chu Qianqiu's ass.

If Chu Qianqiu and Yao Xiao were neck and neck with each other before, then now Chu Qianqiu has successfully surpassed him and is a dominant family in the eyes of everyone.

Although the literary master is rare and noble, Chu Qianqiu is only a product after all, compared with those deep-rooted families who have not yet developed, it should not overwhelm Yao Xiao Ziyi, the children of the family, but his six-step poem just now is too shocking, just like what Mo Feng said, although he didn't say it, everyone knew it.

Don't say six steps, it's seven steps, except for those three, I'm afraid no one in the mainland today can do it!

(Cao Zijian, what do you think, hehe.) ）