"You give me a detailed explanation, and I can do the analysis."

After listening to the words of the two siblings, they understood things in general.

The rumors outside are nothing more than rumors that Jiang Hu pretended to use the master's verses to gain fame abroad, and the rumors of abducting the eldest daughter of the Gao Mansion are even more nonsense, and they also say that the young man's mouth is crooked and his eyes are slanted, ugly, all of them are rumors, and if there is anything to mention, all of them are false.

There seems to be a big invisible hand behind the rumors.

However, these rumors in the market, what is Jiang Hu afraid of.

This world is originally a world of the jungle, as long as you are strong enough, the bad can be said to be good, but it is a pity that your cultivation is now low, and the force is shallow.

Therefore, it is still necessary to stand up and refute the rumors.

Moreover, Gao Lan'er beside her is a big girl with yellow flowers, and she can't let people tarnish her reputation.

"I have a few poems here, you can help me go outside and promote them."

When the two sisters and brothers heard this, their eyes lit up, and they said in unison: "Okay! ”

Young people always like to brag, and besides, they are still promoting poetry and this kind of elegant and high-level force, which is naturally very happy and expectant, just like someone likes to say how rich he has a cousin, and how he is awesome, the situation is similar.

The two sisters and brothers have long regarded Jiang Hu as their own, and helping him is like helping themselves.

This is probably the spirit of a teenager.

Several people were sitting on their lapses, quietly waiting for the young man's poems, Gao Lan'er was also infected by the atmosphere of the two, and waited motionlessly for the young master's poems.

The air was suddenly quiet, and the slight breathing of a few people could be heard.

Jiang Hu thought about what good poems and words he could borrow in his previous life, and soon searched for a few, and slowly said the poems.

"Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south. ”

The poem,

It is a seven-character quatrain created by Zheng Xie, a painter of the Qing Dynasty in China, the poem borrows objects to metaphor people, and the author expresses his noble thoughts and sentiments by singing the praises of the strong bamboo in the broken rock.

You can borrow this poem to show that you will stand firm, not afraid of gossip, not afraid of slander and slander.

The three friends beside him were stunned.

The boy frowned like this, and then opened his mouth and came, like a divine help! A few people have seen what it means to be a great talent who has passed through the heavens and latitudes, and what is a great literati with a good mind, this is a real literati, and his poetry talent is simply ridiculously strong.

"This is the first song, the following one, you will pass it on, I wrote it for Gao Lan'er's name."

A few people nodded like chickens pecking rice,

Now Jiang Hu is whatever he says, and they are honored to see Jiang Hu's horse, and they will not give up while they can do it.

Gao Lan'er was slightly shocked when she heard it, although she was implicated, it was not Jiang Hu's fault, but he wrote poems for himself, which was only found in the legendary love story of talented and beautiful women, and he had such an honor to have a talented man write poems for himself.

This...... Isn't that what you dream about?

The girl was a little panicked, her hands had nowhere to put them, she could only clasp each other, her eyes were slightly shining, her face was slightly red, and she pricked up her ears to listen.

"Thousands of hammers are carved out of the mountains, and the fire burns as if it were idle. Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world. ”

This poem,

It was written by Yu Qian in the Ming Dynasty, and the exercise process of lime shows the author's valuable spirit of not avoiding thousands of difficulties and dangers, having the courage to sacrifice himself, not being afraid of breaking bones, and maintaining a loyal and innocent character.

borrowed this poem to express Gao Lan'er's innocence like lime, not afraid of broken bones, not afraid of thousands of hammers, loyal and innocent, precious and respectable.

The two brothers and sisters were shocked beyond measure, and the fire tide was very advocating poetry, and the will expressed in these two poems was enough to respond to those with bad intentions and hit the people who ate melons with false rumors.

The hearts of the three of them set off a great wave of turmoil, and they deeply admired the young man.

Lingkong closed his eyes and immersed himself in the world of poetry, and slowly spoke: "Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks." Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south. He opened his eyes and praised excitedly: "Jiang Hu, you are simply a genius who has passed through the heavens and the earth, and you can come up with such good words, which is enough to make those young people shut up." ”

"And this ......" Lingxue also slowly spoke: "Thousands of hammers are chiseled out of the deep mountains, and the fire is burned as if it is idle." Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world. After chanting, he praised again and again: "San Lang, you are simply too talented!" I...... I want a song ...... too."

At the end of the girl's speech, the sound was inaudible, Jiang Hu and Lingkong couldn't hear it at all, only Gao Lan'er, who was close to her, heard it, Gao Lan'er quickly changed the topic, and said with a smile: "In the future, our great talent will be busy." ”

.......

That's it

The two poems were born in the imperial capital, like thunder, resounding through the fire tide.

These two poems shocked everyone's hearts and blew up the literati completely.

The streets and alleys, teahouses and restaurants, all sang these two poems written by Jiang Hu, and the entire fire tide was boiling, including the Imperial Palace, the fire tide Wenzong, and the fire tide Wuzong was also shocked by these two poems.

For a time, the imperial capital paper was expensive, and Yancheng was paperless.

The literati scrambled to sing two poems, just like the Renaissance.

Wu Zong.

In the training ground, Jiang Hu's two poems were spread in every corner, and the sound of chanting was endless.

The young man's ambition was catchy, and the disciples of the Martial Sect were full of spirit, reciting Jiang Hu's poems while dancing with guns and sticks, and it seemed that his cultivation was more energetic.

As soon as the song of the young man's ambition came out, Wu Zong was shocked by the majestic atmosphere of the young man's words, and was soon sung by the children of Wu Zong.

The people of Wuzong attach great importance to cultivation, and the ambition of that young man is the same as the purpose of Wuzong, which is to inspire the people of the world to work hard.

These two new poems can also be used to motivate others to practice, and they are also very well written.

Within the martial arts, it had already been boiling, and many young disciples, while reciting the poems written by Jiang Hu, exercised their bodies, forming a unique landscape in the training ground.

Martial Arts Hall.

Several people were deliberating.

Speaking of the recent efforts of the young people of Wuzong, the laughter continued.

Sect Master Wuzong, Tang Shiwen, the general of Zhenguo, took these two poems of Jiang Hu and read them over and over again, his expression was very serious and solemn.

"This sect used to only think that poetry was useless things, but these poems of the eldest princess's disciple are enough to change the views of people in the martial arts on poetry, and these things he wrote really said that the hearts of our martial arts people are in the heart, and the fire tide will definitely prosper in the martial arts in the future, hahaha......"

"What Daddy said is very true, and the ambition of the young man, but it is really a shocking work, the child listens to his words, better than ten years of poetry and books, than those crepe Wenzong words, a hundred times better. On the day I first heard it, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep for three days and three nights, and I worked hard every day, and many brothers in the family worked hard to make it stronger. ”

A young man very much agrees with his father's opinion, he is the young master of the Martial Sect, Tang Youwen, the talent of the young generation of the fire tide, and the genius of the imperial capital.

Now there are rumors outside about the eldest princess's disciple Jiang Hu's all kinds of evil words, he originally admired the eldest princess, so naturally he didn't believe the rumors outside, he believed in Lingzhu's vision very much.

Now two poems have come out, enough to tear those gossips to shreds, enough to slap those young people in the face.

WEN Zong,

At this time, Wenzong was also shocked by these two poems.

Especially Gao Feng, I can't believe that this is what Jiang Hu did, but who would it be if it wasn't him? It is estimated that most of the literati talents in the original fire tide will fall to Jiang Hu, but I didn't expect him to be really a great talent.

Juxian Pavilion also fried the pot, and while many people spoke out to refute the rumors of Jianghu, a great Confucian stood up in the Juxian Pavilion, Li Moyan, and scolded Zhang Ting to correct Jianghu's name.

Li Moyan's prestige is no worse than Zhang Ting, and he is just and upright, the air of Chinese ink in his chest is like the sea, and the rune force is even more unfathomable, which is enough to shock all the young people present.

Juxian Pavilion was immediately split into two parties, and the voice of one party supported Jiang Hu, thinking that he was right and justifying him. Another partisan voice denied Jiang Hu, believing that the young Jiang Hu was just a rooster and dog thief, and used the eldest princess's poems to deceive everyone.

Of course, there are still most voices abusing Jiang Hu in the Juxian Pavilion.

Jiang Hu's poems made the whole fire tide boil again.

The common people don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, some say good things about this person, and some say bad things about this person.

Anyway, how to say it.

In the flower workshop, the lights are red and green, bustling.

Here the fish and dragons are mixed, the three religions and nine streams gather here, and the literati like to come here to chant poems and sing lyrics, looking for flowers and willows.

Huafang's business has picked up now, and there is no bleakness when the ambition of the boy just came out, and some people who have been brainwashed by the ambition of the teenager can't come back, but the old people don't come, so naturally there are new people instead.

In the Xiaoxiang Pavilion,

The people here are full of voices, the sound of singing and dancing is endless, but for some reason, countless distinguished guests come to the door, but Zhao Yingying, the Oiran does not see any guests.

"No, Holy Aunt, you just stay here for me, you can't go and sing and dance to these filth for them."

Miao Xiaoci has changed into a white dress, her appearance is as beautiful as a flower, she is as beautiful as the sun, her bright eyes and teeth are as beautiful as a picture, and her ice muscles and jade bones are incomprehensible. But this beautiful girl didn't care about her image, hugged Zhao Yingying's thighs, and didn't let her go out to pick up customers.

"They are naturally filthy, if they are not dirty, they won't come here, you let go quickly, I will come when I go."

Zhao Yingying had a headache, how could this little girl be like a leper dog, relying on herself and not letting go.

"No, they don't deserve it."

"What kind of deserving is that?"

Zhao Yingying smiled: "Is that Jianghu Saburo who can't be killed by your sword?" Giggles, he wouldn't have come to this kind of place. In her heart, that talented man Jiang Hu is a proud son of heaven with excellent conduct, and he naturally will not come to this kind of place.

If he comes, he will personally receive him to see if he is not upset, and he can't help but smile when he thinks of this.

The young man's poems not only surprised him, but even this little girl said that she was reluctant to kill him next time.

"Cut, next time I'll poke him in a hundred transparent holes to see how he still lives." The girl didn't care, she would order poetry, it was a pity to kill, but she would not be merciful when it was time to start......

"Didn't you say you were reluctant to kill him? Why do you want to poke people with a hundred swords. ”

"You're making fun of me, but I'm ...... Don't be afraid of broken bones, hug your thighs and don't relax. ”

"Poof, cluck, cluck......"

The woman laughed when she heard this, this little girl is learning too fast, and she is still learning and selling, she is not afraid of broken bones, she doesn't relax when she hugs your thighs, and she can figure it out.

This time the girl went down the mountain, she came out to experience, but unfortunately the first task was messed up by her, but fortunately, she is a saint of the Holy Spirit Sect, so naturally she will not be punished.

If someone else fails the mission, they will shed their skin if they don't die.

Ai touched the girl's hair, I don't know how Miss is now, when she ran away from home in a fit of anger because of the usurpation of the Holy Lord, when she was brought back, she was pregnant with Miao Xiaoci, and finally I didn't expect the Holy Lord to be a father, and he could tolerate Miss giving birth to the girl, and let the girl become a saint.

All this is enough to prove the Holy Lord's sincerity to the young lady.

It's a pity,

The young lady swore to die against the Holy Lord, and is still imprisoned on the Holy Spirit Mountain.

Perhaps when the Holy Spirit Mountain unifies the original realm, the young lady will be able to regain her freedom.

"How is Our Lady doing?" Thinking of Miss, Zhao Yingying was a little sad and sad, and she didn't know how Miss was doing in Holy Spirit Mountain now.

"My mother is very good, but she is often in a daze, and I don't know what she is thinking......"