No one cares about the pen now, but so what? He Jiang Ziwang does not care about the eyes of others, and why does he need the honor and disgrace in the mouth of the world, Jiang Ziwang is just one person.

"In the sixty years of Yunmeng and Ze, the Dragon King hung five thousand springs, and the King of the Ox was invited to enter the sea of stars, and I was grateful to have written this article to pay respect."

Wei Ming stepped forward, staggered and looked at it for a long time and didn't understand anything, and finally hiccuped and was pulled out by Mr. Qin Qing, Mr. Qin Qing looked at it for a long time, and was a little puzzled that the opening words were not like words, that poetry was not like poetry, and that it was not even a song, but it was like an ordinary chronicle, which was strange, not at all like Ziwang's previous style.

"I have heard the heavenly song for a long time, it should be into my dream, I will hear the song and dance, and I will not see the sunset and autumn! Go to Longzhou for a banquet, willing to eat the treasures of the world, laugh and drink three hundred cups of Longyuan, the lonely sword pillow yellow sorghum, listen to the pine waves, know the lonely song, see and hear the qin, why be melancholy, the vast sea is far away with thousands of miles of snow, and the geese in the blue sky are a few chirps, but you can ask how many ......autumns in the world you know."

Prison Niu stood in front of Jiang Ziwang's copywriting and gasped, this poem is not poetic, the words are not strange, but it gives people an extremely heroic feeling, as if a breath that has been accumulated in the heart for a long time has finally been spit out.

"Wei Ming is drunk with wine and sword, Lu Tong is so arrogant, the road is long, don't laugh at me, go alone and go for a long ......time."

Wei Ming, who didn't know the rhythm of lyrics and music, heard that someone had his name in the whispered recitation, and hurriedly squeezed in again, but as soon as his head went in, he was pulled by someone, and before he could break free, he was pulled out by someone, and the drunken Wei Ming fell on all fours, and almost smashed Lu Tong, who was concentrating on tuning the strings, Wei Ming ignored this, hehe smiled and rolled on the ground several times, and muttered to Jiang Ziwang that short paragraph about himself: "Wei Ming is drunk and drunk with sword light."

Chu Xinsu, who was carefully squatting next to Lu Tong for fear that someone would disturb his brother's tuning of the strings, looked at Wei Ming who was muttering and smirking with disgust, he really wondered, isn't it just a sentence, if he is willing to write him a thousand sentences in one breath, what is there to be happy about.

A stroke of more than 100 words is sprinkled in a dashing manner, starting with "I have heard the heavenly song for a long time, it should be my dream", and finally ended with "I have heard the sound of the piano drunk mountains and rivers, why love the fairy song."

Jiang Ziwang stopped his pen, blew lightly on the dark yellow paper, dried the last bit of remaining ink, and turned his head to look at Lu Tong, who was blocked by layers of people, Lu Tong also had a heart, and at the moment when Jiang Ziwang looked at him, Lu Tong's ten fingers of both hands were gently pressed on the strings.

Jiang Ziwang picked up the paper that had been treasured for a long time with both hands and handed it to the old man, the old man glanced at Jiang Ziwang with some horror and then quickly looked at the prison cow, and after seeing the prison cow nodding slightly, the old man suppressed his excitement and caught the paper full of words.

When the old man started, his arms sank suddenly, as if a thousand catties of weight were pressed on his hands, and the old man subconsciously steadied his arms, so that he did not let the scroll of poems fall to the ground.

The old man steadied his heart and solemnly looked at the scroll of poems held in his hands, and it was hard to believe that this originally thin piece of paper was so heavy at the moment.

"Ziwang, the poems you wrote, why don't you read them." Mr. Qin Qing tilted his head and looked intently at the poems in the old man's hand and said to Jiang Ziwang.

Jiang Ziwang waved his hand: "I am afraid that what I wrote will be read again, I am afraid that it is suspected of self-selling and boasting, I think it is better to ......" Saying that, Jiang Ziwang looked around and wanted to find someone to read.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Wei Ming, who was standing at the back, shouted loudly as he jumped to his feet.

Of course, no one will let this guy who doesn't look like a reader to read this masterpiece, as the saying goes, a good horse with a good saddle, a good man with a good knife, you Wei Ming, a drunkard swordsman, hide behind and play with your own sword, Jiang Ziwang has written you into the poem at your request, why don't I see you wash your sword with wine.

"Fu?" Long Yi was a little puzzled and asked, "Brother Ziwang, I don't know what the style of this fu is, I have never heard of it."

Hearing Long Wei's words, everyone reacted, this style of writing has indeed never seen or heard, and as for what is endowed or something, they have even heard of it.

Jiang Ziwang smiled and explained, "This fu is actually adapted from the style of the ancients......

"Wen? essay

It's an article, how does it have to do with Fu?" Someone wondered.

Jiang Ziwang went on to explain: "The ancient man-made "text" is actually a mixture of poems, songs, and essays, but with the continuous refinement and sublimation of the literati of the past dynasties, there are different types. Poetry is a high degree of condensation of words, which is already the expression of emotions; The word is born with joy, or singing or reciting, and now you can try the words that are fashionable in the Jixia School Palace, thinking that it is endlessly fun; Although songs are often called together with poems, in fact, they carry more of the expression of their own state of mind, and at the same time, they also have the singing of words; And Fu pays the most attention to the free and easy rhythm and literary style, and at the same time, there are more articles and poems, which are detached from reality and the people, so there is more chic and melancholy......

Hearing this explanation, some people bowed their heads and said in a deep voice, some people did not spread their eyebrows, some people suddenly realized, some people looked at each other, all of them have more or less achievements and strength in Ledao, poetry and music have the same root and origin, and their attainments in poetry and songs are not comparable to others, but after all, Shen Yin's poetry and songs have been a long time ago, and the sudden emergence of a new style of writing is really unacceptable to them in a short period of time. Of course, they also have to admit that this Fu is indeed good, very good, very good, so good that they are reluctant to criticize this Fu that seems to be tracing back to the source but is actually deviant, perhaps this also proves that Jiang Ziwang's literary attainments are much higher than them, too much.

After pondering for a while, Jiang Ziwang didn't seem to have found a suitable person to read "Fu", and finally Jiang Ziwang suddenly smiled, remembering the poor devil who might have died, Jiang Ziwang looked at Lu Tong's side, everyone felt Jiang Ziwang's gaze and gave way, and finally at the end of the road was the little girl who had some resentment.

Jiang Ziwang smiled and said, "Why don't you ask the Spirit Clan Holy Maiden to read the 'Fu' for me?"

Seeing that Jiang Ziwang hit himself, Chu Xinsu just wanted to start, but he felt a cold gaze staring at him behind him, Chu Xinsu sighed, and had no choice but to stand up obediently, and then the old man handed over the scroll.

Seeing that Chu Xinsu easily caught the old man casting a very strange gaze, but he was quickly hidden by him, and the old man obediently stepped aside.

After everyone returned to their seats, Chu Xinsu coughed lightly and cleared his throat, Lu Tong flicked his right hand lightly, and the distant sound of the piano sounded.

I have heard the heavenly song for a long time, it should be my dream, and I will hear the song and dance, and I will not see the sunset and autumn......