"Tianya used to be a teacher after reading the poem of 'Poet Saint Du Fu' and wanted Mount Tai to take a look, I must climb to the top of Mount Tai and try what it feels like to 'see all the mountains at a glance'. ”

"Master, are you going to teach me to write poetry today?"

The demon pouted and said, "It doesn't matter, no matter how well a person writes poetry, I can cut off his hands and make him unable to write poetry." If this person speaks, I can also cut out his tongue. ”

The education of the demon since he was a child is different, and he looks down on those literati who write poems and paintings from the bottom of his heart. The so-called prosperous times practice literature, practice martial arts in troubled times, and now a person's literary style in troubled times is useless, or martial arts are important.

Zong Xin sighed: "No matter how powerful your martial arts are, after death is nothing more than a wisp of green smoke and a handful of loess, these poems can be passed on to future generations." Think about how many martial arts masters there are in the Tang Dynasty, and their cultivation may not be worse than today's Bu Xiangyang, but how many names can you name? Look at the poets and poets, their poems can be said to be popular and famous, do you still think that martial arts are more important than literary talents?"

The demon suddenly felt that this was very reasonable, and it was true. After 300 years of the Tang Dynasty, how many martial arts alliance masters like Bu Xiangyang have been produced in these 300 years? How many people are proud of the world? But how many people remember their names? Although these literati cannot control the world, and even have no power to restrain chickens, it is indeed strange that their names and poems can be passed down to future generations.

"You're not right, although the names of these martial arts masters have not been handed down, but their martial arts have been handed down, haven't they?" Zhao Kuangyin smiled: "The martial arts you and I have learned ......"

"Isn't the Nine Heavens True Qi created by Nuwa? The Overlord Gun and the Troubled Times Recipe were created by Xiang Yu, and they were not literati. I don't know who created my Dionysian curse, but I guess this person is an alcoholic. Zong Xin immediately pushed back Zhao Kuangyin's words, and Zhao Kuangyin couldn't fight back, because none of the martial arts they learned were created by the so-called martial arts masters.

"Let's do the math. The demon whispered: "This is created by Lei Hong, and it will definitely last for a hundred years, right?"

The more Zong Xin listened, the more angry he became, but they weren't wrong. Although the martial arts masters have no poems to pass down to future generations, their martial arts have remained. It's a pity that these martial arts will be abandoned sooner or later, and in the end, only poems will remain.

"It's nonsense to tell you, you don't understand anyway. Zong Xin looked left and right, and suddenly saw Li Yu, and immediately shouted: "Li Shaoxia, these two laymen don't understand the charm of poetry, I still want to chat with you." ”

Li Yu immediately stepped forward and said with a smile: "Master Zongxin is still so funny, but he agrees with the master's point of view in Xia, and he has been reading poetry since he was a child......"

"Be quiet, how can you read if you are blind? Although we know that you are not, you can't say it so obviously. ”

Li Yu knew that he was speechless, and whispered: "I like poetry and books since I was a child, but my literary style is not as good as everyone, and I haven't written a good poem that I am satisfied with for so many years." ”

"As I've said, writing poetry doesn't make writing lyrics. With Li Shaoxia's literary brilliance, if he writes poetry, he will definitely be admired and worshiped by future generations. Zong Xin chuckled and said: "The poor monk dares to vouch for the head, and people thousands of years later will still talk about the poems of the young man." ”

Li Yu said: "Could it be that Master Fei can also be counted as a master?

"It's just a polite remark, and it's a bit shameless for you to ask like that. ”

.................. Awkward, very embarrassing. Although Li Yu admired Zong Xin, a high-ranking monk, he knew very well that the person Zong Xin really wanted to support was Zhao Kuangyin, not anyone else, so he was also a little hostile to Zong Xin.

Zong Xin sighed: "Since ancient times, there have been many poems written about Mount Tai, but only the poet Du Fu's "Wangyue" can reflect the majesty of Mount Tai. The arrogance of the sentence 'will be at the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance' is not as good as the poet immortal Li Bai. The poet immortal Li Bai wrote a lot of poems about Mount Tai, but none of them could be compared to this one. ”

Li Yu prefers Li Bai's poems, Li Yu's own style is more graceful, while Li Bai is chic. As for Du Fu, a tragic poet, his style is completely incompatible with himself. What's more, both of them are surnamed Li, so Li Yu likes the poet immortal Li Bai very much, but Li Yu can't refute Zongxin's words.

Indeed, there are countless verses written about Mount Tai throughout the ages, but only that Lieshun 'will be at the top of the mountain, and the mountains are small' are popular. In comparison, Li Bai's poems about Mount Tai are not good.

Otherwise, Master Zongxin will mention a poem to see if it can surpass the sentence of the poet Saint Du Fu back then. Li Yu deliberately raised the bar, even if Zong Xin was right, but he said that Li Bai was not as good as Du Fu, and Li Yu was a little unhappy because of this.

Zong Xin immediately shook his head: "No, no, no, how can a poor monk dare to compare with a poet saint in this way? It's still mainly to capture the Red Emperor, just write poetry. ”

"It is rumored that Master Zongxin has made a chapter, and today I must write a good poem for everyone to enjoy. Li Yu deliberately raised his voice, and many people not far away turned their heads to look at Zong Xin. was choked here, and Zong Xin was also difficult to ride a tiger.

Zong Xin took a deep breath and considered it carefully, and then said: "Looking at it horizontally, it is a peak on the side of the ridge, and the height is different from far and near. I don't know the true face of 'Tai' Mountain, only because I am in this mountain. ”

"Good~ good poetry......"

"Good Poetry~"

Although Li Yu was a little hostile to Zongxin, the poem just now ...... It's good, it's good. I don't really know how to describe it, but it's good. Li Yuzhen didn't expect that Master Zongxin would be so talented.

"I don't know the true face of Mount Tai, only because I am in this mountain...... Okay, Zongxin~ It's so good. Zhao Kuangyin said: "Although I don't like dancing and ink, this poem is really good." And there are many meanings in it, the government and the opposition are like a big mountain, because the monarch can't see the whole picture in the mountain, only by jumping out of the government and the opposition can he know the suffering of the world. ”

Zhao Kuangyin's understanding will always be related to the world's major events, which Zong Xin has long expected, Zhao Kuangyin has always been ambitious, just because of the existence of his eldest brother Zhao Kuangji, so he suppressed his eloquence.

Li Yu kept nodding, indeed this sentence was well written, and he originally wanted to make Zongxin ugly, but he was ashamed of it. Zongxin also said that his literary skills were not good, and he rarely wrote poems, but he was also a master of literature among masters.

However, Zhao Kuangyin is right, "I don't know the true face of Mount Tai, only because I am in this mountain", in a specific environment, it is indeed impossible to see the whole picture, if you can jump out of this environment, you can see it at a glance. This poem is not only literary, but also has many meanings, which are admirable.

"Master, do you want your disciple to write down this poem, maybe it will be like what you said, and it will last for a hundred years. ”

Zong Xin said: "You don't have to, it's just clumsy, just chanting casually, no need to record." ”

I almost made Li Yu mad, in fact, when I first arrived in Tai'an, Li Yu was thinking, I finally came to Mount Tai, and I must come up with a good poem. I haven't held back a fart for more than half a month, and it is so good for others to groan casually, and it is still clumsy in Zong Xin's eyes, so there is no need to record it.

If you write such a good poem, you must write it and distribute it to all officials in Datang so that they can appreciate their talents.

Zong Xin was originally a man of the hour, and this poem soon reached the ears of all martial arts people. Although they were not literati, they could recognize the quality of a poem. Crucially, the poem has a lot of meaning.

Many of the people present came to Mount Tai to seize the Red Emperor with the highest order of a country, and they naturally knew that this poem was good. They understand the same as Zhao Kuangyin, sometimes in the court as an official but can not see the court clearly, but the people of the world know the court well, perhaps this is the meaning of 'not knowing the true face of Mount Tai, only because of being in this mountain'.

I don't know when, there was a white-robed scholar standing next to Zong Xin, this white-robed scholar only hung a very thin sword, and his white robe was a bit like a Taoist robe. The face is extremely standard, and the age should be around 30 years old, and Sanliuhu is in a state of fairy wind bones.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, little monk, we meet again. ”

Zong Xin immediately stretched out his hand and pointed at the white-robed scholar, his eyes were bigger than a cow, he recognized this scholar, he had just escaped from Lingyun Temple and came to a tavern, and it was in that tavern that he saw Meng Chang and Yeluhong. This white-robed scholar was also present, and he was very low-key, so he only said one sentence, Zongxin's couplet can be drunk.

"You...... You, you, you...... Do you want to drink?"

The white-robed scholar immediately took the wine gourd on Zong Xin's waist and took a sip, if Zong Xin's couplet on that day could be drunk, of course today's poem could also be drunk.

At the same time, Zhao Kuangyin and Tianya also stretched out their fingers to point at this white-robed scholar, because they also recognized this guy. Two months ago, Zong Xin was cut by Wu Yan Hongyu's 'shaving bones', and at that time he originally wanted to send Zong Xin to Chang'an, if it was Bu Xiangyang, he would definitely be able to cure him, but this white-robed scholar stalled the way, and he blocked it when he left, and as a result, Zong Xin's carriage was pushed away, causing Zong Xin to fall off the cliff.

At that time, the saddest thing was Tianya, he was originally a child and didn't have much strength, at that time, the master was dead, so he chose to save Zhao Ziyan in the car, watching the master fall, because of this incident Tianya cried for half a month.

"I fought with you, Xiaobai bit him. Tianya immediately patted Xiaobai's neck, but the white wolf didn't move, the wolf clan's sense of smell is far more sensitive than that of humans, and the white wolf can clearly feel that this person is extremely dangerous, if he opens his mouth to bite him, it must be a dead end. However, he is not hostile for the time being, so it is better not to mess with him.

Zhao Kuangyin said: "You shameless Taoist priest, you ...... last time"

"What do ordinary people know?" the white-robed scholar said with a smile: "If it weren't for the collision of the poor road, Zongxin would have died a long time ago, wouldn't it? Little monk, the poem just now is really good, although the poor monk has wine, but it is not as delicious as this gourd, so he specially came here to borrow a sip of wine to drink, and now the matter is done. ”

After finishing speaking, the white-robed scholar slowly walked into the crowd and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Drunken Immortal Mochizuki Step?" Zong Xin exclaimed in surprise, "It's exactly the same as my body." ”

Not only Zong Xin, but even the demon and Zhao Kuangyin are very familiar with this method. The Taoist priest used the drunken immortal moon step, because Zongxin also used this method, but the two are completely incomparable.