I heard Liu Wenjing say, "This poem is written in a majestic manner, and the vision behind it enhances the pattern of the whole poem. Brother Xuan Zhen is really a good poet. ”

Li Xiuning listened to Liu Wenjing's words, and scolded Niang Xipi in her heart, she actually stole the limelight of her mother, and she was simply not a son.

No, the old lady wants to talk to you, the chai leopard is not easy to clean up, you two down-and-out scribes, it is not a piece of cake for the old lady to clean you up.

It's really a hell, people are alone in crossing, to the old lady crossed, first there was a chai leopard to do the copy, the necessary infrastructure subjects for the crossing have been moved out, if this is another copy, the poems and songs of the later generations are carried over, you fucking still let people live.

The old lady crossed through a loneliness.

At the moment, I was about to get up in a rage, and I said to Pei Lian, if you are a copyist, won't your conscience hurt? How can you be so shameless? It's a shame for me to go through the crowd.

Since then, there has been one less famous poet in this world, and one more shameless copyist, which is a great loss for history and culture, as a traveler, to take on the responsibility of protecting the inheritance of history and culture, this is the most basic mission and responsibility.

The good historical line has been changed beyond recognition by you messy traversals, how do you let the old lady play? Sure enough, you can't be too lonely, you are not a good thing in history, and you are still not a good person when you come over, you are really angry with the old lady.

At this time, Li Xiuning had completely forgotten the fact that he had just become a copyist, but he just thought that what happened to these people? It's really wearing other people's shoes, walking other people's paths, leaving yourself with no shoes to wear and no way to go.

This kind of crooked style of copying the public actually makes him feel more uncomfortable than the reputation of a dirty Tang stinky man.

After all, her highlight moment was robbed, and the old lady didn't directly slap it, she was already self-contained and didn't care about them in general.

Suddenly, I heard Pei Lin say to Liu Wenjing, "I didn't write this poem, I don't have this talent yet." ”

Liu Wenjing said curiously, "Who did that, this person must have hills and valleys in his chest, this poetic talent, it is really the best in the entire Great Sui, it really makes people yearn for it." ”

Pei Lin said with a smile, "This poem is left on the shadow wall, but the inscription is Chai Fenyang." ”

When Li Xiuning heard this, he immediately became angry.

It's actually Chai Leopard, this guy is not a thing, you say you play with gunpowder, glass, spirits, greenhouses, salt purification, cane sugar processing, and money trade, I Li Xiuning endured it, after all, you came before me, not to mention the time-consuming and labor-intensive things of these infrastructures, but they are also a bit technical, aren't they?

Now that I'm playing with the copyist again, the arts and sciences are blooming, you have done everything you can, what is the old lady doing?

You are cutting off your mother's future, and cutting off people's future is like killing your parents.

Chai Leopard, I, Li Xiuning, share the sky with you.

Since you are already so shameless, the old lady is also out of the way.

Since you copied the best, the old lady is not welcome, what Changdang, Geng Xiang, Li Yi, Sima Zha, and the old lady have all copied it, anyway, the whole Tang Dynasty poems are not in vain.

At that moment, Li Xiuning shouted, "Little Er, bring a pen and paper." ”

This shout attracted the attention of the entire top floor.

Xiao Er is also not strange, from this stork tower to the restaurant, there are always literati here to climb high and overlook, some poems are prosperous, some write splendid articles, but this town building poems, is also the one written by the master's family.

At the moment, he brought a pen and paper, spread it on the side, and waited with his hands on the side.

Li Xiuning lifted the pen and was about to put down the pen, but withdrew his hand a little stupidly.

For a while, in order to brush the favor of Pei and Zhang, he forgot that his handwriting was unsightly, and his original body also had some calligraphy foundation, but there were two concepts in his mind and in his hands.

Some diners coaxed and said with a smile, "You are writing, shouting to bring paper and pen, but you have never put down a word on your head, you look like a beautiful son, is it a straw bag?" ”

"Yes, yes, some people pretend to be pretentious, but what they write is bullshit."

Li Xiuning was in a dilemma for a while, Pei Lin on the side looked at Li Xiuning's appearance, and somehow suddenly had a good feeling, walked over, and said to Li Xiuning, "Is this son interrupted by his train of thought?" ”

Li Xiuning couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw Pei Lin helping him out of the siege, and bowed to Pei Lin and said, "But I hurt my hand a few days ago, and I don't have a good pen. ”

"I'm afraid it's not appropriate." Pei Lin hesitated a little, if this son's poem was the best choice, it would not lose a good conversation, but if it was a poem that didn't make sense, wouldn't it be embarrassing.

Li Xiuning saw Pei Lian's hesitation, and immediately recited aloud, "The stork tower is a hundred feet west of the building, and the clouds and trees in Tingzhou are boundless. The Han family is empty and flowing, and the mountains and rivers of Wei are half sunset. Things go to a thousand years and hate quickly, and sorrow comes for a long time. The wind and smoke are thinking about it, and the distant eyes are not spring and self-harm. ”

Pei Lin nodded suddenly, "Good, good, good, the best." ”

Liu Wenjing was also attracted by Li Xiuning's poems at this time, you must know that the development of poetry at this time has not yet fully formed the style of poetry, Shen Quanqi, Song Zhiwen, and Du Xunyan, the three founders of the so-called stereotype of poetry, have not yet been born.

And Li Yi, who wrote this poem, is good at seven rules, and as soon as this poem came out, it has beaten most of the poems in the world today.

Pei Lin immediately picked up his pen and transcribed the poem word by word, and was about to say something, when he saw Li Xiuning wave his hand and continue to recite, "On the flying birds, high above the world." The sky surrounds the plains, and the rivers flow into the broken mountains. ”

Most of the poems at this time developed along the inertia of the poetry of the Southern Dynasties, soft and delicate, periodical Ai Ai, lifeless, and smooth, this poem, majestic, and substantial, is very different from the style at this time.

For a while, Pei Lian, Liu Wenjing and others were suddenly on the spot, Li Xiuning didn't wait for them to react, and threw out a poem by Geng Xiang, one of the ten talents of the Great Calendar, "Long-term customers are often drunk, and high-rise buildings are getting lower and lower." The Yellow River passes through the sea, Huayue Town in the west of the Guanxi. Go far away and sail small, come late and be a lone bird fan. Unsatisfactory all year round, empty and negative Dongxi. ”

You must know that the poetry in the Great Calendar has matured, and Geng Xiang is one of the ten talents of the Great Calendar, and he doesn't know how many streets he has thrown off today's people in terms of poetry writing techniques, just like when others are still wrenching their fingers to count, you have already used the ninety-nine multiplication table, which is a technical dimensionality reduction blow.

But Pei Lin listened to the last two sentences "I am unhappy all year round, and I feel negative Dongxi", and I couldn't help but murmur and repeat, this is not a portrayal of my state of mind.

He is talented, but he hesitates and loses his time.

Li Xiuning looked at Pei Lian, who was a little stunned, and secretly said that he had gone too far, could it be that the medicinal power of this poem is so great? It won't drive Pei Lin crazy, right? However, the feeling of this person's appearance in front of him was so refreshing, and the diners on the top floor were already silent.

After a long time, Pei Lin saluted Li Xiuning and said, "Son, great talent, Sangquan Pei Lin has seen Childe." I don't know the name of the son, Pei Lin is abrupt. ”

"Li Zhao and Li Pingyang have seen Brother Pei." Li Xiuning replied to Pei Lian.

Pei Lin pulled Liu Wenjing over again and said to Li Xiuning, "This is my friend, Liu Wenjing and Liu Zhaoren." ”

Liu Wenjing said to Li Xiuning, "The son is talented, and Zhaoren admires him." ”

The three of them saluted each other, then sat at the same table, and saw Pei Lin asking Li Xiuning with a constipated face, "I don't know if the poem Gongzi just made can set the topic." ”

Li Xiuning's heart suddenly understood, and he couldn't help but smile, this Pei Lin is also a good name, it's just a brush of his and Liu Wenjing's favorability, it's better to borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and immediately said to Pei Lin and Liu Wenjing, "The first and second songs, it's called "Climbing the Stork's Tower". ”

Pei Lian's face was a little lost, so he heard Li Xiuning say, "This third song, it might as well be called "Climbing the Stork Bird Tower to Present Brother Xuanzhen Zhaoren". ”

"This, this, this, this can't be done." Pei Lin and Liu Wenjing were overjoyed, "Such a masterpiece, the two of us will inevitably defile this poem." ”

Liu Wenjing nodded, knowing that Pei Lin was going to push back, and he also understood that the two of them were not qualified, but such a poem listing his name on it was really exciting.

"If you don't meet the two of you, how can you have these clumsy works." Li Xiuning said, "Don't shirk the two brothers, the meeting is fate, and there will be a good conversation in the future." ”

Pei Lian's smile was almost to the root of his ears, and he could almost see his back molars, "But it's disrespectful." ”

The three of them praised each other again, and Liu Wenjing asked, "Brother Li Xian's accent is not like that of Hedong, is there something to do when he comes to Hedong?" ”

Pei Lin also echoed, "I'm a local, if the virtuous brother has any needs, just ask." ”

Li Xiuning shook his head and said, "The sage once said that reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, I just went out to study and increase my knowledge. ”

"There are few people in the world who practice martial arts who have such poetic talents, and it is a pity that the virtuous brother has never cultivated literature." Liu Wenjing glanced at Li Xiuning and said, "If it is a virtuous brother who cultivates literature, he will inevitably become a romantic figure like a big and small thanks." ”

Li Xiuning couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "When I was young, my family was poor, and I had no money to hand over to my husband. ”

"Time is also fate." Pei Lin couldn't help sighing, "Seeing the virtuous brother today, my heart is happy, if Zhaoren and I can swim with the virtuous brother and talk at night, it is really a beautiful thing in life." ”

Li Xiuning suddenly felt cold, and was sandwiched between the two old uncles, this picture is too outrageous for herself, although Pei Lin and Liu Wenjing are both dignified and have good appearances, but the two of you are both weird Shu Huang in your thirties, and the old lady is still far away.

After chatting for a while, several people went downstairs one after another and entered Puzhou City.

Just when a few people left the Stork Tower, the shopkeeper of the Stork Tower instructed Xiao Er to copy Li Xiuning's poems and send them to Chang'an as soon as possible.

Pei Lin lived in the official post, while Liu Wenjing and Li Xiuning were both white, so they had to find an inn to live in.

The three agreed to visit Puzhou City together tomorrow.

Not long after the two of them checked into the inn, in the shadows outside the inn, someone muttered to themselves, "My Buddha is merciful, and the fate of the poor monk has finally arrived." Do you really think that this disguise technique is so subtle that the poor monk can't see your daughter's body? It's really a good bodhisattva body, and it's even more difficult to have a trace of hidden dragon energy, but this is in Puzhou City, it's still not good to shoot at will, or go back and plan well, and can't let Tan Yan see anything. ”

Then the figure disappeared into the void, leaving only a wisp of sandalwood fragrance that lingered.

It's on the shelves today, alas, I'll try to make four changes. I originally wanted five more than 10,000 words, but after thinking about it, it was still four more than 10,000 words.