The sun shines on the golden roof, and the heroes gather.

On the 28th day of the lunar month, on the Wugong Mountain, on the top of the golden roof, all kinds of flags fluttered, and heroes from all over the world gathered to participate in today's grand meeting and poetry conference.

In the history of martial arts, Teng Wangzong once held a "poetry annotation conference", which has since been imitated by various sects.

But after all, it can only be imitated, and it is difficult to surpass.

For thousands of years, people have tended to have a soft spot for the first person who eats crabs, and as for the second and third, they can only snub Kurama in front of the door.

The "Poetry Annotation Conference" held by Jindingmen is undoubtedly only one of many imitators, and it is unremarkable.

But even so, it still attracted a large number of high-rollers and local sects.

If nothing else, at least the gimmick created by the white water spring, many people think it is worth it.

At the Golden Dome, near the Cockscomb Rock, two scribes sitting in front of each other, after enjoying the magnificent scenery of the sunrise at the Golden Dome, raised their wine glasses together, toasted each other, and then drank it all.

One of the scribes was Yin Tai, who was looking for people to talk to and gossip about.

At this time, he was looking at the Golden Dome Gate Ancestral Court in the center of the Golden Dome, and said with a smile: "That white water spring is very good at creating gimmicks. He said that the Jindingmen's poetry annotation conference is different from other sects, and the poems annotated are all poems that have never been circulated in the rivers and lakes before. ”

Another young scribe, but he didn't know who it was. It's just that his eyes are blazing, his eyes are focused, and he doesn't look at the direction of the Golden Dome Gate, but just looks at the sea of clouds under the cockscomb rock.

The tumbling clouds are like a long-term strategy in the chest.

"A small gold-roofed gate, even if there are a few poems that have not been circulated, if you think about it, it can't be considered a good poem."

The young scribe put down his glass, stood up, and looked at the rolling sea of clouds, and his chest was full of pride.

"Great husband, when such a sea of clouds, high above the heavenly dome, shrouded over the heads of tens of thousands of people, hiding rain, Ze is surrounded by the people of the world, tornadoes and thunder, thunderbolts and thousands of wraths."

With a wave of his hand, the internal force was surging, all of which were flying in the sleeve robe, and they were released outside, hitting the stormy waves of clouds and mist under his feet.

The power is so powerful, Yin Tai is afraid to see it.

He is just in the realm, and he is far from this young scribe.

is not only the gap in force, but also in terms of fame, it is not comparable to others, it can be said that it has been crushed in all directions.

"Zisheng, you are arrogant, you are really a hero in the world!" Yin Tai said with sincere admiration.

A pair of northern flying geese, taking advantage of the warm wind in the late winter and early spring, flew through Wugong Mountain, fluttered their wings in the sea of clouds, and roamed freely.

From time to time, there was a distant sound of geese chirping, which stirred people's hearts.

The young scribe groaned slightly, squinting his eyes, and saw far away.

He opened his mouth and chanted:

Gale winds and clouds, and the golden top chirps.

Heaven and earth ride righteousness, and gentlemen walk hard.

Winter goes to spring, and even, the sun and the moon do not stop. zhōu

Intention to fly far, not to be a child!

When the poem was finished, the young scribe's face glowed red, and it seemed to shine with the rising sun on the sea of clouds.

Yin Tai stroked his palms and applauded: "Zisheng, good poetry, good poetry!" But improvised? ”

The young scribe nodded, turned around, and saluted Yin Tai.

"Chongji, this golden-topped sunrise is really beautiful, and now that I see it, I have a wish. Now that spring is coming, the foolish brother is about to enter Beijing to take the exam, trying to win in one fell swoop, and retire first. ”

Saying that, simply clean up, and then leave.

His bag is very simple, just a cup and a copy of Mencius.

Yin Tai hurriedly said: "Zisheng, you're here, why are you in such a hurry?" Why don't you go after reading the poetry conference? ”

Scholar Zisheng said proudly: "No." Such a good time, will you waste it on watching the excitement? I'll go back to the cloud post first, and then warm up a day's books. I'm going to leave for Kyoto tomorrow. ”

Seeing him turn his head and leave, he couldn't stop screaming, Yin Tai hurriedly said: "Oh, don't be in a hurry at this time!" ”

Yin Tai hurriedly caught up.

Walking to the edge of Gexian Altar, Yin Tai finally caught up. He was out of breath, while the scholar Zisheng was calm and relaxed.

"Zisheng, you wait for me, wait for me!"

The scholar Zisheng saw that he was tired of walking, and finally couldn't bear it, stopped and waited for him, and was about to tell him again that he was currently focused on reading and did not participate in any worldly joys and sorrows.

But seeing Yin Tai's eyes shining, he didn't look at himself, but looked at the two people not far away, and said loudly in surprise: "Brother Luo Zizai, sister Jiang Pan!" ”

was called by name, and he had planned to pass by in a low-key manner, but he had to pretend to see him, hugged his fists, and said, "Brother Yintai!" ”

Before he could ask why he was here, Yin Tai had already diligently pulled the young scribe over, and impatiently introduced: "Come on, come on, brother Zizai, I'll introduce you, this is Xu Zisheng, Xu Jie." ”

Author's note:

The poem improvised by Xu Jie in this article is adapted from Xu Jie's "Two Songs of Emotion". Interested readers can check it out.