Chapter 7: Little Poems
After bidding farewell to middle-aged scholars, Yang Yi and Gu Caiyu walked for a while, but they saw wild flowers on the roadside, bees and butterflies dancing, flowers and birds, and the scenery was pleasant. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 After the two of them took a few steps forward, a large pond appeared in front of them, surrounded by green willows, frogs chirping, and under an old willow tree, two men were arguing with each other.
One of the two men was wearing a Taoist robe, a Taoist, and the other was wearing a sackcloth but a peasant attire.
The Taoist is old and the farmer is young, and at this time, the two are arguing endlessly in front of a bluestone case, fighting for red faces and red ears, and they will not give in to each other.
Gu Caiyu said: "Oh, why did two people appear this time? Is this another level?"
Yang Yi smiled: "Let's go and see." ”
As the two approached slowly, they heard the two arguing, when the man suddenly threw the dust in his hand and shouted: "It's too much of a deception! You paint such a broken picture, how can I write a poem? What is there to praise a bullshit toad?"
After the floating dust flew out of the Taoist's hand, it went straight into the trunk of the old willow tree next to it, and the entire floating dust handle was inserted into it, leaving only the ponytail outside. The dust entered the tree like tofu, without any sound, and the tree did not even tremble slightly.
Gu Caiyu said: "This person's kung fu is amazing! It's no worse than the guy who wrote just now!"
Yang Yidao: "Although this Dangyang Mountain is a branch of the Taixu Gate, Ziyangguan is not famous for being a master, and the few people I saw today are not bad in kung fu, and there is no problem for these people to enter the list!"
Gu Caiyu said: "This is strange, could it be that I happened to meet the disciples of the Taixu Sect gathered in Dangyang Mountain?"
Yang Yidao: "It's too early to guess anything, but let's see how many earth-shattering characters there are under the Taixu Sect!"
At this time, the man in sackcloth said: "Mother, you still say that I bullied you? You just give me a blank piece of paper, and let me draw a lonely work, and there must be mountains, rivers and characters, you are not a bully? Do you dare to say that you don't mean to embarrass me?"
The two quarreled for a few words, and when they looked up and saw Yang Yi and Gu Caiyu, the Taoist said, "Come on, come on, the two of you came just right!"
The Taoist stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the two stone benches a few outside had already been caught in his hands, he put the two stone benches next to the bluestone case, and said to Yang Yi and Gu Caiyu: "Two little friends, please sit, please sit, you are here just in time, let the two of you judge this matter!"
The peasant man next to him said: "Yes, I bother the two of you to give a review!"
Yang Yi smiled: "I don't know why the two seniors had a dispute?"
Daodao: "Little friend, please look!"
He pointed to a painting on the case and said: "Today, Brother Yutian and I will ask each other questions today, and if I say that I will solve the problem, he will paint according to the title, he will paint, and I will draw a poem." Now that I've given him the title, he's said I was bullying him, which is unreasonable!"
The middle-aged peasant man said angrily: "What kind of topic is a blank piece of paper? Lao Tzu has drawn a picture for you to inscribe a poem, you can just give me a blank piece of paper, how can I do it?"
The Taoist said: "You also call it a painting? You actually drew me a toad and asked me to write a poem to praise, what is there to praise about a toad? I praise it for eating insects, or praise it for its loud cry, or do I say that it has a beautiful belly?"
Gu Caiyu looked over and saw two pieces of paper on the case, one blank, and the other had a picture painted on it. This painting depicts the pond in front of us, in which a frog sits under the green willows, in the grass, staring and bulging, very energetic.
Gu Caiyu glanced at it a few times and said with a smile: "The painting is good, although it is only an ink sketch, but it gives people a feeling of self-generated color, especially this frog, even the spots on its legs seem to be presented, which is very expressive." ”
The middle-aged farmer was overjoyed when he heard this, and said, "The little lady has good eyesight!" He said to the Taoist next to him: "Look at it, look at it, the little lady says that I paint well, what else do you have to say?"
The Taoist said to Gu Caiyu: "This girl, after he painted this painting, he asked me to praise the poem with the inscription of this painting and praise the toad in the painting." Think about it, what is there to praise about a toad?"
Gu Caiyu said with a smile: "This frog is very beautiful, isn't there such an allusion as the three-legged golden toad, can you just lean on the subject matter?"
Daodao: "The golden toad is a toad, and the picture is a frog, how can it be confused!"
Gu Caiyu stuck out her tongue, laughed a few times, glanced at the blank paper next to her, and said with a smile: "What is this topic?"
The middle-aged farmer said: "He gave me a blank piece of paper, saying that he had been running around for many years, and he felt lonely, and wanted me to draw a picture of desolation and loneliness for him. ”
Gu Caiyu grinned and said: "The poems of frogs are actually not uncommon, and there are many excellent works of lonely travelers. If the two seniors really have a deep knowledge of calligraphy and painting, they should not have a dispute over such a little thing. ”
Hearing Gu Caiyu say this, the Taoist and the middle-aged farmer glanced at each other, the embarrassment on their faces flashed, and after the two were stunned for a moment, the Taoist smiled: "It is estimated that the old Taoist is lonely and unheard, but the poems and calligraphy that the girl said, but I have never been in contact with them." ”
When Gu Caiyu saw the Taoist speak, he felt quite lacking in confidence, and said with a smile: "Maybe the two of you have always remembered it before, and you suddenly forgot it when you saw the two of us." ”
The Taoist and the farmer laughed dryly, and they couldn't tell the difference.
Gu Caiyu said with a smile: "These two topics are already rotten on the street, it must be difficult for my third brother, third brother, you quickly break the topic of the two of them, let's go and see what the next pass is, what about people?"
As soon as she turned around, she found that Yang Yi, who was still beside him just now, was gone.
Gu Caiyu was taken aback, and glanced around, only to find that Yang Yi had arrived at the other end of the bluestone case at some point, and was holding a pen on a piece of paper, and the paper he used was the two pieces of paper that had just been placed on the case.
Just as Gu Caiyu was talking to the Taoist and the farmer, Yang Yi went to the other end of the case silently, took the pen and ink in front of the three people, and even took two large pieces of paper, but the three people at the scene knew nothing.
Gu Caiyu was taken aback when she saw Yang Yi like this, and then calmed down as usual.
But the surprise of the Taoist and the farmer is really extraordinary.
The two of them are masters in the Taixu Sect, extremely conceited about what they have learned, and rarely fail in their lives.
And now Yang Yi took away their pen and paper in front of their eyes, and the two of them didn't even realize it, which was really unacceptable to them.
The two of them looked at each other, their expressions both shocked and uncertain.
At this time, Gu Caiyu had already arrived in front of Yang Yi and asked, "Third brother, are you trying to solve the problem?"
Yang Yi smiled: "It will be fine soon." ”
Gu Caiyu came sideways in front of him and said with a smile: "I'll take a look at what you wrote." As soon as he stretched out his hand, he had already taken the frog drawing by the farmer in his hand.
The frog picture is still the same frog picture, but there is a small poem in the blank space:
Alone on the shore of the pond like a tiger,
Nourish the spirit under the shade of green willows.
I don't speak first when spring comes,
That worm dares to make a noise?
Gu Caiyu let out an "ah" and said, "Third brother, your poem is so domineering!"
The Taoist and the farmer had also arrived at Gu Caiyu's side at this time, and after the two of them saw this little poem clearly, they were shocked again.
I was surprised just now because of Yang Yi's peerless martial arts, but now I am surprised because of Yang Yi's literary brilliance and domineering. The so-called poetry and words, a little frog, was written by him like this, and suddenly rose domineeringly, and the pattern was suddenly raised to an incredible height.
When the Taoist and the farmer watched for a long time, the old Taoist muttered: "If I don't speak first in the spring, which insect dares to make a sound?" Hehe, good poetry, so domineering!"
"Looking at the past and present, I'm afraid only Master Yang dares to say this!"
(To be continued.) )