Chapter 133, The Soul of Poetry

The furnishings in the bamboo house are like the wind in the mountains, fresh and natural, without any gorgeous packaging, almost all made of bamboo. Bamboo chairs, bamboo tables, bamboo beds, bamboo mats......

"Sir, it's a great feeling."

Chu Ye didn't want to be too restrained, since the old man thought he was real, he simply showed his true thoughts.

Seeing that Chu Ye closed his eyes and was deeply intoxicated by the fresh air in the room, the old man smiled with satisfaction and said, "You can come often in the future, it is rare to meet someone as real as me." ”

"Then you're welcome. However, I really don't have much time recently, so I have to seize the time to make up for it and prepare to participate in the poetry competition. ”

The old man beckoned, and Chu Ye sat on the bamboo chair with a buttocks. Although the old man was still standing.

"Want to win?"

The old man picked up the teapot and poured a cup of fragrant tea for Chu Ye first.

"Of course, it's not that they want to get anything, it's that they look down on our students. It's really pitiful to say, it is estimated that when they first entered Taixue, they were also bullied in every way like us. ”

Chu Ye took a sip of the tea, and it actually had the sweetness of bamboo leaves.

"You're so right, it's commonplace to bully the big and the small, and it's even become a rule here. I told Xiao Qiuzi, and he acquiesced. He also said that this was to better adapt to officialdom life in the future. What bullshit logic. ”

"I agree with Mr. 's point of view, it is right to practice skills in Taixue, but this kind of skill should not appear in the officialdom, and Taixue is so conniving, which makes these students take bullying and oppression as a habit in the future as officials, and they have no willingness to unite and cooperate at all. This is a lack of education that makes people's hearts worse. The college should be like a family, how can there be a family that oppresses each other? ”

The old man scratched his cheeks and looked at Chu Ye meaningfully, "I didn't expect that you are much stronger than those sour literati." I've decided that the two of us can be friends. ”

"Do I agree?"

Chu Ye said in his heart.

"That's great, to be honest, I have a lot of friends, but I don't have many true friends."

Actually, this is nonsense, who is not like this?

But the old man listened very well, because ordinary people could not get close to him, let alone talk to him.

"As a friend, I'll do you a favor first. There are about 20 days left in the poetry meeting, and you must promise to come to my bamboo house in these 20 days, and you will definitely win in the poetry meeting. ”

"Thank you, sir."

Chu Ye didn't have any doubts about the old man's ability, he called Dean Qiu Hui Xiao Qiuzi, what kind of seniority, what status, what ability existed!

"Let me ask you first, what is the most important thing about a poet?"

Chu Ye thought about it, what is it?

"I hadn't really thought about it, and no one had asked me. Well, it should be emotional! ”

The old man nodded.

"That's right! It is emotion, and the purpose of writing poetry is to express what they feel and think, so that those who see the poem can empathize with it and say what they want to say but don't know how to say it. Instead of extravagant rhetoric, gorgeous appearance. The connotation, like the human soul, is always more important than the skin. ”

It sounds very simple, but Chu Ye has never understood it, and now what he has learned in Taixue is the skills of how to write articles, not how to generate emotions when writing articles.

"Today you can only realize this, I am now rebuilding your poetic soul......"

The old man's words were like a spring breeze, and in this spring day, he injected the dry soul of Chu Ye that lacked the moisture of rain into a trickle.

Chu Ye's comprehension is extremely high, plus the old man rarely meets a fellow practitioner, and he also wants to teach those pedantic students through Chu Ye, only a little more than an hour, Chu Ye's poetic soul is basically formed!

"If I'm not mistaken, you're a double winner of the rookie race, right? The force value has been the best among the peers, if Wen Dao is getting the true biography of me and a few old monsters, the two are blended with each other, supplemented by the piano road, chess road, painting road, etc., you must not ascend to heaven! ”

The old man didn't comment too much on Chu Ye's learning speed, but planned to set up a golden avenue for his future.

It has always been everyone's dream to gather the heads of a hundred schools, whether it is a warrior or a scribe or other factions, but there is a specialization in the art industry, and it is already a great person to become the master of a family. At most, it's just a few schools but none of them are superior, or they are proficient in one school and then dabble in extensively.

"How can I be so good, I really teach me thoroughly. If I really have such ability, I would have already shown it in Taixue. ”

In fact, Chu Ye was still praising the old man in a different way, but everyone was willing to listen to this kind of praise because it was reasonable. Sometimes the truth is very pleasant.

"You have some truth in what you said, I think you have too strong comprehension, so I think about it. Also, I forgot that I taught well. ”

Chu Ye really wanted to laugh, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold it back, so he hurriedly took a sip of tea. He found a way to communicate with the old man, just like he did with broken stones and stinginess.

As soon as he put down the teacup, "By the way, sir, did I come here at night?" ”

The old man took out a book from the bed, "Come in the evening, don't let people find out, I don't want to see those laymen." Don't get to your knees in front of my door again, hey, it's annoying. ”

Chu Ye was still interested when he heard this, should he deliberately let the wind out, when the time comes, Taixue and the teachers and students will be kneeling outside, and he, drinking tea and chatting with the old man in the bamboo house, is very happy!

"I'm leaving!"

This is actually very unreasonable, but the old man is very comfortable watching Chu Ye's performance, true temperament, he has already finished learning, what's the use of talking about those nonsense.

Chu Ye didn't reply, but the old man kept looking at his back, and said in his heart: Do you want to introduce this kid to my junior brothers?

Quietly returning to Taixue, Chu Ye was a little entangled. In the past, he used to come out at night to practice, but now for the poetry meeting, I am afraid that he will have to sleep less. It is really time-consuming to study both civil and military.

At this point, he took out "The Black Age" in a secluded place by moonlight, and according to his experience, every time he improved, the book would give him different content.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkled coolly on the "Black Age", and the smart words jumped on the paper as if they had a soul, Chu Ye's eyes widened, and he had a feeling that it was the combination of his poetic soul and soul that made the content of the book change dramatically.

The content that he had completely mastered, such as the follow-up to the breathing chapter, had now been replaced by the mind method of Wen Dao. The "Black Age" in his hand is completely different from when he first got it, this book is really magical, and the content can be changed according to the growth of people.

Now the book is dominated by martial arts, literary Taoism, soldiers, and formations, and there are just a few lines of small characters about music and rhythm recorded in the gaps.

Chu Ye was very happy, and opened a new chapter casually, and the first thing that caught his eye was breathing and sleeping. Great, that's exactly what he's trying to solve right now.

A quarter of an hour later, Chu Ye sat upright with the book closed, trying to breathe according to the method in the book, and soon, Chu Ye's body seemed to regenerate blood, and the pores around his body were all closed one by one, as beautiful and harmonious as the sound of the old man's piano heard before.

Half an hour passed, and Chu Ye began to try the sleep method. In fact, people's sleep does not have to be calculated by time, time is only a quantity, the key is to see the quality. Deep sleep will make an hour or even half an hour equal to a night's sleep for ordinary people, Chu Ye could only sleep for about two hours before, and now, he wants to challenge to sleep less than an hour.

Wisps of mist rose around Chu Ye's body, and he was completely ignorant, completely immersed in the freshness of the evening breeze. The mental method in "Black Age" kept popping up in his mind, these smart words were like magic, every time he recited it silently, he would feel that the quality of sleep was improving, after reading it countless times, Chu Ye suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of black eyes released a dazzling brilliance in the night sky.

It's been an hour, and he's had enough rest tonight.

It's so refreshing, Chu Ye feels like he has slept a lot until dawn, in fact, it is more comfortable than sleeping all night, and his whole body is full of energy. The sleepiness has been largely conquered by him.

Looking at the bright moon hanging high, Chu Ye got up and looked at him. What if you could practice to the point where you could sleep for only a quarter of an hour, or sleep for an hour and go seven days without sleep? How many amazing things can you do?

The thin "Black Era" was read twice by Chu Ye, and he had already engraved all the words and pictures in the book in his mind, and then he took out the book that the old man gave him.

The content of the book made him laugh unconsciously, this old friend was really interesting, it was obvious that he was taught the soul of poetry, but the book is full of tips for writing poems, and there are many masterpieces that can be called the swan song of the ages. Don't think about it, it must have been made or collected by the old man and other old monsters for many years, and there is nothing on the market. Chu Ye can take out one of them casually and win the first prize in the poetry meeting.

He knew that this was not the old man's purpose. The old man wanted him to immerse himself in this elegant style of writing, gradually merge with the soul of poetry, and then create a well-known and excellent article.

With fiery eyes and the soul of poetry, it only took Chu Ye less than an hour to basically grasp the content of the book. It's not just about memorizing, it's about understanding what it means.

Before dawn, Chu Ye put away the book, took out the spirit sword and began to study, and then took out the book on the way of soldiers and formations given by his father-in-law......

Finally, when the day broke, Chu Ye reviewed with satisfaction what he had gained overnight, and the harvest was really not small!

"You didn't go back last night?"

Chop Qianqiu didn't sleep much last night, and the dark circles under her eyes hung deep on her face.

"Brother Kill, I'm sorry, I'm going to practice hard now. And ......"

Chu Ye wanted to tell him about his cultivation, but he was afraid of causing another incident, so he changed his tone and said, "And it's not cold this day, I'll just spend the night outside, I'm afraid I'll wake you up again when I go back." ”

"Look at what you said, who are we talking to!"

Chop Qianqiu observed carefully and found that Chu Ye was now full of energy, full of red light, and he did not have the fatigue of fighting at night. But there are still some concerns.

"Brother beheading, you have to do me a favor, I have to practice at night for about 20 days, if someone goes to the ward, you have to help me prevaricate, just say that I went to the toilet. When you come out and call me, I'll usually be under the courtyard wall on the west side. ”

"That's fine, that's what I said last night, and they didn't think much of it. After all, the missing person is you, who doesn't know your strength, there will be no danger. ”

The two of them hid their faces and smiled, in this place where literati gathered, they couldn't even laugh, it was really troublesome.

As the two were talking, Zhang Yiyi came in Chu Ye's sight, of course, others saw her as a young man.

"Yo, Zhang Dacaizi, accompany me to dinner."

Hearing Chu Ye's ridicule, Zhang Yiyi's heart beat a little faster, girls are really not good at being calm and free in the matter of feelings.

"Go, go, whoever is afraid of whom!"

Chop Qianqiu is a little confused, is there anything scary about having a meal?

"Hey, I've heard about it, Fan Jin is a strong soldier on their side, and now they are also practicing day and night!"

Zhang Yiyi hurriedly found a topic to divert from what he had just said.

"Why are you so well-informed?"

Chop Qianqiu had wanted to ask for a long time, and there was nothing Zhang Yiyi didn't know about in the academy.

"I don't have many friends."

Zhang Yiyi has six followers, all of whom came from the Taixu Pure Land, although their status is low, but their strength is very outstanding. It's easy to ask about these little things.

"Don't worry, we are much more diligent than them, they can do superficial work, I firmly believe that we will win!"

Only he believed this sentence, and the two people around him shook their heads.