Jiang Chengzi, who was holding the horses and flowers by the lake, saw the drizzle, showing a complacent look, the Xianjiang Dam in Xianjiang County in the upper reaches rose in the sky, and now in the Dongxuan Lake downstream, even if it rains heavily, it doesn't hurt.

Although he was complacent in his heart, he couldn't help the appearance of Lu Wenping next to him in front of the little girl, so he couldn't wait to say: "It's raining, you are going to be drenched in soup, then stay here, anyway, there is a pavilion, if you are interested, you can also take a look at the drizzle cave Xuanhu." With that, he took the cloud sword placed on the stone bench of the pavilion in his hand and turned to leave. Only one Lu Wenping was left intoxicated, and Gao Xiaoyue was at a loss.

The little girl couldn't understand why the sword-wielding brother looked uncomfortable when she heard the words finally recited by the elder brother. But maybe I felt rusty, so I didn't ask too much.

Jiang Chengzi walked along the pavilion corridor without hurry, and he also wanted to take a look at the Dongxuan Lake that was currently "worthy of the first floor". He couldn't understand in his heart why those scholars and literati could spit out a thousand words when they looked at the scenery, which was really difficult enough for them.

When rounding the corner of the pavilion corridor, a bloody man looked sad and was clearly reflected by Dongxuan Lake. The man sat on a bluestone by the lake, looking at the endless Dongxuan Lake.

Jiang Chengzi thought that he had seen the wrong eye at first, but after a closer look, Jiang Chengzi was sure that this was the man who was full of hooliganism on the street just now.

The empty sleeves of the man's clothes were soaked in blood, Jiang Chengzi didn't see it at first, this kind of person, no matter how down-and-out he looked, he couldn't help but feel the wind, when he thought about the first encounter, the beating and scolding of his daughter would make Jiang Chengzi not have the slightest desire to sympathize.

So Jiang Chengzi could take a detour, not wanting to get into trouble more. And only when Lu Wenping pulled Gao Xiaoyue to step over, Gao Xiaoyue looked at the scene and suddenly froze in place.

The man in the distance, feeling melancholy, didn't know the changes around him, but remembered that when he met his wife many years ago, he wrote poems on a boat, and a volume of ink-splashed poems was made overnight, winning the applause of the audience.

"If you want to see me lift a pen, I will lift a pen..." The man bit his finger in the drizzle, and then put the pen on the bluestone slab!

The vendors and pawns who were busy sheltering from the rain along the street all stopped, they didn't understand the text written by Liu as a pen back then, but they were shocked that Gao Shen, who had not dared to fall for many years, dared to write with blood today. As long as he dares to fall, he must not be ridiculed by the scholars and literati in Wenzhong Town, and he said that he dared to write shamelessly here. When the time comes, the saliva of the literati can drown this person.

Since the death of his wife, his mood has plummeted, and he has never written chic and happy poems again. After many years of unkempt man, in just two years, this Guanyu man who can be known in a radius of 100 miles "Wen is like Kunlun, and his face is like a clear moon" has become a complete philistine man.

Today, it's really time to put pen to paper!

Then there was a dragon handwriting on the bluestone slab, and the handwriting, if Han Yuzhan saw it when he "could set the arrogance of the literati of the country", he should say: "Great talent!"

"The clouds gather, the wind and the rain also come, and the guests enter the secluded house through the mountain road. And will go to clear the moon, if it is not opened to open the blood. The man muttered to himself, blood stains on the bluestone slab, and as soon as the drizzle came, it was washed to pieces. Just like when he folded willow branches, dipped in the water of Dongxuan Lake, and wrote poems about mahogany. The pen is like a stream, flowing with the rain.

On this day, as long as there is a well-known literati in Wenzhong Town, they will hear the news and come to see a man full of despair, with his empty right sleeve dancing in the wind. laughed indulgently, as if many years ago, this unbridled man unscrupulously wrote a sentence in Dongxuan Lake, "You must know that the young Ling Yunzhi was the first in the world".

How could this man not know that because he believed in a promise, even if he knew that he was tricked by the scheming Gu Zishan with obvious agitation, but in front of the banquet of hundreds of literati in Wenzhong Town, where would he admit defeat? For himself at that time, it was a dead end.

After his wife didn't mention the pen again, she didn't smile, and whenever she felt sorry for herself, she would look at herself with cold eyes, which was undoubtedly the eyes that hurt her heart. Even when she climbed into Gu Zishan's bed, she knew that she was just trying to let herself pick up the pen again.

It's just that since then, it didn't take long for the same look in my daughter's eyes, which undoubtedly made me have mixed feelings in my heart, which is indescribable and inexhaustible.

The man looked up at the sky, as if sad and relieved, and finally just smiled bitterly. Then he laughed and said: "I am a romantic person, why should others take care of me?"

Lu Wenping, who was not far away, looked at the selfless man talking to himself, and didn't dare to interrupt. The little girl next to Lu Wenping grabbed Lu Wenping's sleeve and cried out in pain.

"Dad!" I once watched my father live all day long, and now I see my father as if he was a child, taking himself on a boat to cave Xuanhu, and then writing poems in a chic manner. The only difference was that he didn't turn around and ask himself a familiar word. "Girl, is your father's writing good?"

At that time, Gao Xiaoyue was all about the lake and moonlight of Dongxuan Lake, where could he take care of the articles written by his father, he often said a word that was not worth mentioning, and his father was speechless.

The man standing on the bluestone slab and getting wet in the drizzle heard his daughter's voice in the drizzle. For many years, my daughter never called herself dad again.

Then the man standing on the bluestone slab turned to see a little girl running towards him through the winding pavilion.

The man seemed to be in a state of unease, and the hand injury became more and more serious, and he stumbled and passed out.

On the shore of Dongxuan Lake, there are people who brave the rain to turn their heads and ears, and the white clothes are romantic, and the high ginseng with a thousand words is full of poems, and the bluestone slabs are endowed with poems. Even people who don't know how many white eyes they have lost to Gao Shen over the years are in a hurry to come and read. This kind of instantaneous change is so weird that it is staggering.

Gu Zishan, who was sitting in the house, had just ordered someone to throw Gao Shen's right hand to feed the dog, and a small servant went and returned, and he exclaimed excitedly: "Tell Lord Gu, Gao Shen is really written again, and the people on the street have witnessed it with their own eyes, it can be regarded as a genuine breach of the contract. ”

Gu Zishan walked up to the little guy, seemed a little incredulous, and asked, "Is this true?"

The little girl's eyes narrowed into a slit, and said with a smile: "Go back to your lord, take it seriously!"

"Hurry up and prepare the horse, I want to make this high-ranking staff who once boasted of Haikou in front of the literati in the town unable to raise his head for the rest of his life!" Gu Zishan straightened his crown and laughed.

Later, on the street of Wenzhong Town, there was a well-known young man here, leading the evil servant to step on the street, and the little guy in front of him shouted anxiously: "Give way, give way." ”

Some traders with slow hands and feet were rushed by this team of people to leave no armor, but most of them dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, after all, Gu Zishan, who is famous in Wenzhong Town, has countless evil servants in the family, and I am afraid that only Deng Bixing, who is worshiped by people in Wenzhong Town, can make Gu Zishan give three points of thin noodles.

On the shore of Dongxuan Lake, no matter how much the scholars and literati who admired Gao Shen in their hearts saw Gao Shen who had fainted, no one dared to help. After all, his father is Gu Zishan, the chief commander of the naval army in the Dongxuan Lake area, who dares to tear his face with him?

Although Gao Shen broke Gu Zishan's old bottom of selling articles in one sentence, Gu Zishan was disgraced. However, at that time, the old man of the high staff was a high-ranking official who could be praised and degraded in the land of Gyeonggi, and everyone was happy to see the wind and rudder. Now, the Wen family has fallen, which one is not holding the tail between his legs and flattering Gu Zishan?

In the final analysis, is the pen important, or is life important? I am afraid that hundreds of literati are also the same word, and the answer is self-evident.

At this time, a little girl squatted beside the man, trying her best to help the man, but because she did not have much strength, she tried several times in vain.

"Let me do it. Lu Wenping said softly to Gao Xiaoyue. He was actually confused, he didn't know why the man who was originally speaking ill of Gao Xiaoyue today suddenly broke his hand, and he didn't know why after the man wrote a poem, Gao Xiaoyue shouted Dad in tears.

And he knows at least one thing, every family has a difficult scripture, and the person who can make such verses at least makes Lu Wenping respect it from the bottom of his heart. At this time, the little doctor just looked at the little girl's pear blossom with rain, and felt uncomfortable, and he only sighed a little unrelentingly for the man.

Just as Lu Wenping stepped over the bluestone slab with the man on his back, an arrow went straight into front of Lu Wenping, less than three steps away from Lu Wenping, and then an imposing voice came.

"Be bold and ruo, can you dare to help a shameless villain who breaks his promise in Wenzhong Town, where civility is respectful?"

Since the eldest prince of Suping City, Jiang Chengzi, who has no good impression of the gentleman who likes to show off his might, just said indifferently: "I haven't seen any villains who have broken their promises, just seen a wrecked father who broke his arm and then wrote in the rain." ”

Gu Zishan, who has been evil in the town for many years in the text, saw that the young man in front of him had no leisure and elegance to talk to him in detail, but looking at the people on the street, he still hesitated, and then said with a smile: "The man in front of you is called Gao Shen, I think you are a foreigner, so I don't know the true face of this person. Just now this person is to pick up the pen, and then I read the old relationship with his wife, only to break a hand, and now I dare to inch in, in the cave Xuan. It doesn't matter if I break the contract, but this kind of villain who can't say anything dares to write in Dongxuan Lake, which is famous in the country of Mexico, is really insulting to the style of writing, how can the literati in the town of Wenzhong be embarrassed?"

"Phew! Back then, it was obviously you who poisoned my father's wine, making it difficult for my father to say a word, if it weren't for my father's words and promises, where would he have been depressed and happy for so many years?

Then he looked at his father's miserable right hand, and said angrily: "And you said that my father wrote before, dare to ask where the evidence is? Could it be that you cut off my father's right hand indiscriminately?"

The man sitting on the horse just laughed indifferently, and then said without hesitation: "Just because he wrote a sentence 'Participate in Zen with this, you can taste the sweetness of Buddha'." Isn't that enough? That kind of handwriting makes hundreds of literati in Wenzhong Town, observing them one by one, I am afraid that they will only say that except for Gao Shen and Deng Bixing, there is no third person who can be found in Wenzhong Town. And now it's not written by Deng Bixing, who else can there be if it's not Gao Shen?"

I don't know when, the night will shroud Dongxuan Lake, Wenzhong Town has people put up lights, but Dongxuan Lake is crowded with people, all to see the lively. And the words of Gu Zishan's family made the people present speak secretly, causing an uproar.

"That sentence, I wrote! You broke people's hands first, and you also broke the covenant first, and now you say that Gao Shen broke the contract, that is nonsense!"

Everyone saw that the scholar who was originally carrying Gao Shen on his back said coldly to Gu Zishan. Then the scholar took out a sugar gourd that was as red as a drop of blood from his arms!