Chen Yun didn't know all this.

It's hard to come out for a trip, and it's not too rushed, so touring the mountains and rivers is the spice of their trip.

Jiaping, perhaps called Jiaxing in another world.

It's much better than Guobei County, and the scenery is naturally much better than that small county.

But Chen Yun and they came unfortunately, just in time for the big exam is imminent, Jiaping is the place of learning, and there are countless scholars who rush to take the exam, such as carp crossing the river.

As a result, although there are not too few inns in the city, there are not too many inns, and there are no more empty inns.

"Childe, if you had come three days earlier, you might have been able to find a room in the city, but now if you want to find a place to stay, I'm afraid it will be difficult!

Why don't you ask the tooth shop in the city, find some vacant houses, and rent them for a short time!

After all, Childe's family travels, and it is not a caravan.

And there was no anxious look on the faces of the son and his family, and there was no too much urgency to come to this trip, thinking that it was a trip all the way.

In this way, the scenery of Jiaping is picturesque, and how can you miss such scenery because of some small things! ”

What kind of person is the shopkeeper of the inn, he can see at a glance that this family is old and young, there is no urgency on his face, and there is no embarrassment on his clothes, even if he learns the news that there is no house in the city, he is not too anxious.

It can be seen that people are not in a hurry, nor are they scholars rushing to take the exam.

Obviously, it is the family who is not bad for money, doing that kind of touring the mountains and rivers, after all, the northern horse alone is rare in the south, and it is definitely not bad for money.

Since it is not bad for money to visit the mountains and rivers, I think I should not be willing to miss those unique scenery in Jiaping City.

"Oh? Can the shopkeeper tell me what good scenery this Jiaping can have? ”

Chen Yun asked softly, this shopkeeper is right, Chen Yun is not in a hurry for this trip, because the old Taoist priest said that the time for Zhu Guo to ripen is not so urgent.

Therefore, this trip is mainly to enjoy the mountains and rivers.

Since it is a tour of the mountains and rivers, it will not be too hurried along the way, nor will it be in a hurry, so as not to miss some good scenery.

Since you have come to Jiaping, you can't miss it.

The innkeeper is also a wonderful person, and when he heard Chen Yun ask, he smiled casually: "If you say what the scenery in this Jiaping City is, it depends on the people!"

If you are a son of a family or a young scholar, ask what is the scenery in this city.

Then, the answer must be: listening to the wind and rain in the alleys of Hualou, picking lotus canopies on the boat lake, Yiren mixing drums with his hands, and stroking the son under the moon.

But if you are like a child, when the family comes out to play, most of them will go to the rain alley to listen to the wind, but after seeing the scenery, they will take a boat to the Hanshan Temple outside the city, listen to Zhong Rusu, and clear the irritability in the chest.

When you get rid of the boredom in your chest and look at the world calmly, you will find that everything in this world can become poetry! ”

Chen Yun didn't expect that a mere innkeeper could actually export a chapter, but these Xu Wenqi did not touch his heartstrings.

After all, someone once said that although Chen Yun has a literary atmosphere on the top of his head, he is not formed, although he reads a lot, he does not seek to understand much, and naturally has those poems and literary temperament in his chest.

But she didn't think about it, the shopkeeper's description of Jiaping City aroused the interest of the nine girls, and she looked at Chen Yun: "Xianggong, anyway, we are not in a hurry."

Now that I have come to Jiaping, I also want to listen to the wind in the rain lane, take a boat to the lake to pick lotus flowers, and go to Hanshan Temple to listen to the bells! ”

I don't know if I learned from Ah Wu, the nine girls will be coquettish now, and even the clothes on their bodies have changed a lot under the influence of Ah Wu.

However, a plain white dress, under careful cutting, is indeed much more beautiful and charming than the previous coarse linen appearance.

Chen Yun has no opinion on this, as for the old man Zuo, he is not in a hurry anyway, and Dunzi has no opinion, I heard that I can go on a cruise, I am very happy!

Listen to the wind in the rain alley.

In fact, it is not raining in Rain Alley, and listening to the wind is not listening to the wind.

There is a flower building on the side of the rain alley, there are naturally flowers in the flower building, the oiran is usually a double color and art, and the flower building next to the rain alley, it is said that only the oiran of the year can live in it.

At that time, Oiran usually sold his art but not his body, but the merry people who could enter the flower building and listen to Oiran singing songs also needed some talent in addition to wealth.

Therefore, listening to the wind in Yuxiang is actually just, the person who can't personally enter the flower building to listen to the Oiran play and sing for him listens to the aftermath of the elegant song faintly coming out of the flower building.

On the edge of the flower building, there is no green building in the elegant alley, but there is a tea house.

It was rainy in the south, and a light rain was falling, wetting the gray tiles on the roof and the bluestone slabs under your feet.

Standing under the eaves to avoid the light rain, I gently looked out and saw another scenery.

This alley may be the rain alley!

Chen Yun pondered, isn't this an ancient star concert?

Chen Yun doesn't understand, Old Man Zuo doesn't understand, let alone Dunzi, after all, people like them, young and old, come to listen to the music, they are indeed weirdos.

But the ninth girl sighed leisurely: "This rain lane, not the other rain lane......"

After saying that, I was a little sullen and walked out!

Mo Ran, who had been standing not far away, was a girl listening to the music like them, and smiled.

"Of course Rain Lane is not here, but in my heart!"

The girl walked over and gently saluted the nine girls: "The little girl's surname is Wen, she has read some poetry books, and her wife is also a person who understands poetry, I wonder if the little woman can invite a few people to appreciate her face, move to the private room to drink tea, and chat about some gossip between the wind and rain by the way?" ”

The ninth girl was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Chen Yun, Chen Yun nodded with a smile: "Since Little Lady Wen has this Yaxing, then you can talk, anyway, we are not in a hurry!" ”

The tea room is facing the street, and you can see the street scene that is drenched by light rain from the flower window, and I have to say that the bluestone paved road is beautiful, even if it rains, it also adds a bit of poetry.

The tea is not very fragrant in the mouth, but if you taste it carefully, you can taste a long taste from the plain.

Mrs. Wen put down the teacup and said softly: "Back then, I was here, watching the rain on the street, and I was splashed by the rain on the corners of my clothes, and my shoes also rubbed the green mud on the side of the bluestone road.

At that time, this alley was not yet called Rain Alley.

I watched the rain fall from the gray eaves and wet the bluestone slabs in the alley, and suddenly there was a poem in my heart: The bleak wind and cold rain are all over the river city.

But there is only one sentence, and I can't continue it next.

At that time, a son who had entered the city to take the exam came to me, and when I saw that he was gentle and elegant, I asked him if he might help me continue this poem.

He didn't speak, just took out a handkerchief and squatted down to gently wipe the mud from my embroidered shoes.

At that time, my heart trembled, and I felt that this boy was gentle and elegant, and he had learned to be in his chest without being exposed, so I went back with him, willing to add fragrance to his ink.

But unexpectedly, although this son looks like a talent and seems to be gentle and elegant, he actually has no ink in his chest!

The word pepper was written as Huashu, ginger was written as Shengjiang, and the hateful was actually written as Kelang.

I thought he had a splendid chest, but I didn't expect it to be a straw bag. ”

The Nine Girls were attracted by this story, so they quickly asked, "Then what next?" ”

Little Lady Wen smiled: "I left him a letter and left!"

The letter said: I Mu Gongzi is elegant, Fang recommends a pillow seat, day and night to study ink and add fragrance, and I am willing to continue the relationship with poetry.

I didn't want to peek at my son's homework, but it made people squirm.

The word hateful, the son can be written as a wave.

The word pepper, the son actually wrote it as Huashu.

Ginger, Childe actually wrote Shengjiang.

I thought Gongzi was a white-clothed Confucian crown, but now it seems that he is a straw bag and a white ding.

If you can't continue the relationship with poetry, then you can say goodbye with poetry!

What can be wasted?

Flowers and flowers

There is a son-in-law so

It's better to be a prostitute

Then I drifted away and returned to this place, but I don't know when this place was originally just an ordinary alley, and then it was named Rain Alley.

Some say it's because of me, but some say it's not!

Or because of my sentence: The bleak wind and cold rain are all over the river city. ”

With the words of Little Lady Wen, the rain outside seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

She didn't seem to notice it, and she was also half affected by the rain, but turned her body looking out of the window and turned her gaze to Chen Yun.

"Looking at the face of the son, he is rich and elegant, and he is an extraordinary person, I wonder if I can continue the last few lines of the poem [The bleak wind and cold rain are full of Jiangcheng]?"

Chen Yun smiled: "Your name is Wen Ji?" I've heard about you! ”

Of course I've heard of it, talking about Zhai Volume 11, Jiaping Gongzi and Wen Ji.

Even if you haven't heard of it, in the scroll of the Mountains and Seas Sutra, the eyes are clearly hinting that this is a literary demon, and there is courage in the chest.

It's just a Qinglou woman, who turned into a literary demon after her death, and then admired the elegant scholar and followed her.

Unexpectedly, he followed the wrong person, and after finding out that the other party was a straw bag and had no ink on his chest, he angrily left a farewell poem and left.

But I never thought that this incident would become a good story that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

Knowing that it was such a person, although Chen Yun asked with a smile, he was already vigilant in his heart, and he could recite the four-character mantra of [I am Chen Yun] at any time.

Although it is a literary demon, who knows if the literary demon eats people or not.

Little Lady Wen smiled and continued to ask gently: "That son, can you continue the last few lines of the poem [The Bleak Wind and Cold Rain is Full of Jiangcheng] for me?" ”

Chen Yun also smiled and asked rhetorically: "If I can't answer, won't Little Lady Wen let us leave?" ”

"Childe is free to stay at will, for so many years, I just have an obsession with this sentence [bleak wind and cold rain full of river city], but I have never had half of the malice towards the creatures in the world.

So, don't worry!

If it can be continued, it will naturally be happy, and if it can't be continued, it will just be a little forgotten! ”

Wen Xiaoniang smiled faintly, it seemed that elegance had infiltrated into her bones, and a smile could not help but touch people's hearts.

Hundreds of years of obsession have not made her redundantly extreme, she is just a literary demon who loves poetry.

But in the little woman's heart, there was a hunch that Childe seemed confident that he could continue the last few lines of the poem.

If the son helps the slave family solve this obsession, the slave family is willing to follow and recommend the pillow seat! ”

Chen Yun hurriedly waved his hand, but his eyes glanced at the side of the ninth girl, and he quickly rejected the kindness of Little Lady Wen: "Forget about recommending the pillow seat, besides, with my ability, I naturally can't continue."

I don't even know a few big characters, and it's much worse than you used to follow that scholar! ”

Unexpectedly, the nine girls were probably attracted by the story of Little Lady Wen.

Wenqing, almost every young woman who has read and read has always had a common problem.

She looked at Chen Yun, and then quickly hugged Chen Yun's arm with both hands and coquettishly said: "Xianggong, I see confidence in your eyes."

When you have self-confidence, there is hardly anything that can stump you.

So, you must be able to help this Sister Wen continue that poem, right?

Xianggong, right? ”

When Little Lady Wen heard this, her eyes instantly became hot, as if she was about to burn into Chen Yun's heart.

Chen Yun had no choice, he stared at the nine girls hatefully, and wanted to say in his heart, Are you stupid?

This kind of thing, before it harmed people's lives, was almost immune to the demon suppression and demon elimination methods of the two sects of Taoism and Buddhism.

Just because of the hints on the scroll of the Mountains and Seas Sutra, the Wen Demon is born with a literary atmosphere, or it is called Wen Guts, which can be easily attacked by spells such as strange forces and chaos.

A swordsman, only with extreme sword love, it is possible to give birth to a sword heart in his body.

Wen Dan is naturally the same.

But this kind of thing, generally only paranoid people, paranoid about words, paranoid about poetry, can turn into literary demons after death.

And this possibility, like the direct observation of a speck of dust with the naked eye, is extremely low.

Only the imperial dragon energy of the human court can suppress it to a certain extent.

Of course, the military formation of the soldiers can also break the courage.

This is also the reason why Chen Yun has not panicked so far!

Even if Chen Yun's imperial dragon aura and military evil aura should not be underestimated, he can not be afraid of this Wen demon, but he doesn't like a Wen demon to follow him very much!

But his daughter-in-law is actually a pig teammate!

Chen Yun sighed, but although he was betrayed by his daughter-in-law, he still wanted to struggle again: "I am confident because I have indeed heard of this poem, and I have heard that someone has continued this poem!"

But to be honest, this is not my continuation! ”

The ninth girl was very happy when she heard it: "Sure enough, even if my husband can't write, he is still extraordinary!" ”

This sentence is very contradictory, but in the heart of the nine girls, Chen Yun really can't write the words of this world.

But it doesn't mean that he is illiterate, Chen Yun should be in his hometown, in a certain blessed land cave heaven can write his own words, after all, there are two worlds.

Therefore, Chen Yun's illiteracy does not mean that he cannot be extraordinary!

Therefore, when Chen Yun said that he had heard of this poem, and had also heard that someone had continued this poem, the nine girls were very happy.

The little lady Wen stood up solemnly, and the beautiful literary demon with elegant eyes and teeth reached out to refill Chen Yun with a cup of tea, and gestured, please!

Then he brought the four treasures of the study room that seemed to have been prepared for a long time on the edge of the private room, spread out the paper, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and quickly made it, and wrote down the poems that Chen Yun said.

Chen Yun was a little stunned, but when he remembered that this woman was a literary demon, he was already relieved, and there seemed to be nothing strange about the literary demon being like this.

So after taking a sip of tea and clearing his throat, he finally spoke.

"The legend of Wen Ji has been passed down for many years, and your story has been heard by many people.

Naturally, someone will try to help you continue this poem!

For example, there is a little girl surnamed Yang, when she was fourteen years old, she heard your story, fell for your story, and continued to write the last three sentences for your sentence [The bleak wind and cold rain are full of Jiangcheng].

However, after this fourteen-year-old girl continued to write this poem of yours, she lost her soul for fifteen years! ”

(End of chapter)