Eighteen chapters, bluestone on poetry

I don't know how long it took for Bluestone to wake up. After staring at the starry sky for a while, Qingshi got up and shouted into the air, "Old Bai senior." ”

After a few breaths, the old man Hu Bai appeared in a circle of light, but he didn't come out, and only asked Qingshi, "Have you thought about it?" ”

"Bai senior," Qingshi bowed his hand, "I think about it, I want to pass the level, but before that, I want to appreciate the calligraphy and poetry of the old timer, in case I fail, I'm afraid I won't have a chance, wouldn't it be a pity." ”

"Well, this ......"

"I watched the calligraphy inscription of the old-timers again, and it was really that ...... That one...... It's wonderful. Listening to the tone of the old-timers, it seems that he has a higher attainment in poetry, and the kid is eager to take a look, and the kid also remembers a few masterpieces of his predecessors, and wants to invite the old-timers to enjoy them. ”

"Oh! A masterpiece of the past? Okay, the old man will make an exception once, you come here. ”

......

In the fence courtyard, in the two-story building, Qingshi is looking at a poem hanging in the air:

The rain is like an arrow, and the wind is like a knife.

As soon as the old dragon was angry, the mountains and rivers were shaking.

Look at the poem again: Recalling the past years, Brother Long showed his might to destroy the ugliness of the Wei Shen Kingdom and was endowed with four sentences of books to give to my brother Qinglong, Hu Bai. Qingshi recited it again, but he couldn't taste anything, but he praised it in his mouth, "Good, the momentum is like a rainbow." ”

looked at the next one, but almost dropped his jaw. The poem says:

Thousands of two beauties fade their robes, and the red candles reflect the jade fragrance.

Ten thousand gold in exchange for a day of joy, a hundred years after a day of thinking.

The title is: Remembering the Taihao Realm Yunyu Lou Feng Danqing

Qingshi couldn't stop laughing in his heart, and secretly said that this old man was really an old and immodest person. As soon as his mind moved, the evil taste suddenly appeared, and he praised it seriously: "Great! 1,200 beauties undressed at the same time, the pride of the predecessors is fascinating! And this miraculous skill of imperial warfare is even more ......"

"Ahem...... the old man hurriedly interrupted, "This thousand two doesn't mean one thousand two hundred people. ”

"Oh, it's the kid who misunderstood," Qingshi hurriedly said, "Could it be that Miss Danqing has a small character Qianer?" ”

"Neither nor not!" The old man said loudly, "How can there be any Danqing girl, it is a Roudan fairy, the fairy has cultivated for thousands of years to be able to fly to Taihao, and it has only been a hundred years since he arrived in the god realm, and this thousand two refers to age." Oh, the Void Year, the Void Year! ”

"Oh, I see!" Qingshi suddenly realized, and said, "These last two predecessors have a pun, which makes people reverie and have endless aftertaste."

Seeing the smile on Qingshi's face, the old man couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and coughed lightly, "The old man was a little ridiculous in the past, the so-called people are not romantic teenagers, not to mention that I am not a human but a beast..... Look at the next one, the next one. ”

Qingshi looked at it along the point, but it was a five-word poem:

The white hair is 3,000 zhang, and the fate is like a long one.

I don't know where to get the autumn frost in the mirror.

Qingshi was stunned for a moment, but his heart was beating wildly.

After two breaths came back to his senses, he hurriedly went to see the inscription, but there was no title, only the poem, and the Tao was: Record a poem of Qinglian Sword Immortal, Hu Bai.

Seeing Qingshi's expression, the old man Hu Bai sighed and said: "Qinglian Sword Immortal's poetry realm is extraordinary, I really can't catch up!" "It's quite sincere.

Qingshi forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said slowly: "This Qinglian Sword Immortal's poetry is magnificent, and the poetry of the old Bai seniors is like a rainbow, which can be called a masterpiece." After thinking for a while, he continued, "I also have a poem here, would you like to hear it?" ”

"Okay!" The old man was interested.

Bluestone chanted:

The sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river.

The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days.

"Good poetry! What a poem," the old man excited, "you wrote this poem?" ”

"This is what my predecessors did, where do I have such talent." Qingshi said cautiously, "Are you sure you haven't heard of it, old man?" ”

"No, no, I can't forget such a good poem as soon as I hear it, and I naturally haven't heard it. I don't know which predecessor did it? The old man asked.

"Oh, this is the work of a senior in my hometown," Qingshi said with some disappointment, but full of admiration, "This senior is heroic, drunk, and has the pride and talent of 'Hundred Poems of Fighting Wine', known as 'Poetry Fairy', haven't you heard of this title before?" ”

"Shixian? Haven't heard of it. The old man shook his head and said, "It's a pity that such a talented person can't be seen!" I look at the poems of this poet immortal and the poems of Qinglian Sword Immortal, but there are quite similarities, it is indeed a masterpiece for the ages! Can you write it down for me? ”

"Okay." Qingshi agreed, turned around and came to the table on the side, there was a ready-made pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and Qingshi picked up the pen to write, all in one go. When I turned my head, I saw the old man stunned, staring straight at the text panel, and muttering: "Good poetry, good poetry!" Good words, good words! ”

Qingshi smiled secretly: This old man has finally fallen into the trap. But this Qinglian Sword Immortal ......

Next, I don't know how much time passed, Qingshi and the old man talked very happily, and Qingshi wrote several masterpieces of Tang and Song poets, and the old man scratched his ears and cheeks and admired.

For the old man's poems, Qingshi is also cheeky and boastful, the old man soon introduced Qingshi as a confidant, and the title has changed from "you boy" to "Qingshi little brother", and he does not call himself a white senior, he has to call Qingshi Lao Bai, but Qingshi calls him Bai Lao.

"Bai Lao," Qingshi said tentatively, "I see that Bai Lao has great respect for the Qinglian Sword Immortal, I don't know who this Qinglian Sword Immortal is?" But the surname Li? ”

"Surname Li?" The old man shook his head, "I don't know, everyone respectfully calls him Qinglian Sword Immortal, but they don't know their name." ”

"Has he been to Yunlu before?"

"Naturally, I have been here, I think that when Qinglian Sword Immortal was peerless, he was friends with my master and his wife, and he often came to drink and write poems, and talk about swords. That was in the Taihao God Realm, which was 10,000 years ago. ”

"10,000 years ago!" Qingshi couldn't think about it, and asked, "Then where is this Qinglian Sword Immortal?" ”

"Well, I know this, I heard that he came from the Yuhua Divine Realm."

"Yuhua Divine Realm?" Qingshi was puzzled, "Then do you still have the poems of Qinglian Sword Immortal?" Can you open my eyes? ”

"Yes," the old man said with a smile, "Most of the people are invited to enjoy my old works, but I forgot to show you the other poems of Qinglian Sword Immortal." With a wave of his hand, a few words flew from nowhere and were suspended in the air.

Qingshi read them one by one, but felt disappointed, first of all, he had never seen these poems, and secondly, the quality of the poems was also very mediocre, not at all the style of the person he was familiar with, but the words were all written by Hu Bai.

Seeing Qingshi's somewhat disappointed expression, the old man smiled and said: "I read the masterpieces of your predecessors that you wrote, and now I will also open your eyes and let you see the true works of Qinglian Sword Immortal." With another wave of his hand, a word appeared out of thin air and was suspended in front of Qingshi's eyes, and Qingshi hurriedly looked at it, but it was a seven-word poem:

Between the white emperor and the clouds,

Thousands of miles of Gangneung in one day.

The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying,

The light boat has crossed the Ten Thousand Mountains.

The calligraphy is elegant and smart, and the word Qinglian is the place where the payment is made.

Qingshi looked at the text panel blankly and muttered, "It's him!" It's really him! Is it really him? ......”

The old man Hu Bai looked at the shocked bluestone on the side, and explained proudly: "This is the poem of the Qinglian Sword Immortal who said goodbye to the Baiyun Immortal Emperor after he was a guest in the Caiyun Immortal Realm, and wanted to ...... back then."