Chivalry, using martial arts to violate the ban, Confucianism, messing with the law with literature!

Where is the right path?

The sword of a knight!

The sword can kill the heart, and the pen can also kill the soul. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Chen Lin's "Essay on Asking for Thieves" is sprinkled with thousands of words, if the river is turbulent, it is like the Milky Way falling for nine days, and one word is like a halberd million.

The Cao Cao who scolded directly was like a bloody dog.

But literati are literati after all, and they can't subvert the world without the power to tie the chicken.

That Cao Cao relied on the battle of Guandu to establish the power of the overlord!

Chen Lin's pen can't kill Cao Cao's soul!

Now that the world is declining, the ethics of Gangchang are almost shattered.

The pen of the literati is even less capable of killing the soul.

Xiucai became a poor scholar.

can only laugh at himself: useless is a scholar.

The literati hold the pen, and the heart and eyes are as big as the pen.

No one will obey anyone!

Except for a few scholars in the current dynasty, the literati of the world obeyed the little Confucian saint.

The little Confucian saint exhibited a rare talent in the world, read through the Confucian classics, and knew a hundred schools of calligraphy.

If you don't want to scream, you will be shocked!

But the world didn't wait for the little Confucian saint to fly, and ten thousand people were shocked by it.

Li Youbai said helplessly: "I can be called a little Confucian by others, and I don't want others to praise a little Confucian saint!"

The higher you hold it, the harder you fall.

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment!

Li Youbai has his hardships, although he is rich and rich, but he can't write his own poems, he is proficient in the calligraphy of major families, but he can't write his own calligraphy.

He can't write poems in seven steps like Cao Zhi, nor can he drink and recite like Li Bai!

Under his pen and ink, there are all the gods of the ancients, just like the two kings, Liu Gongquan personally wrote, and there is no trace of him Li Youbai.

He was like a shadow of all those who came before him.

Poetry is written, and the pen is a dragon and snake!

But they all recite the poems of the ancients and write the words of the ancients!

His realm is the same as his fourteen-year-old self, and he has not improved at all!

So he thought of a way, it is better to read 10,000 books than to travel 10,000 miles.

I packed my bags, took a jug of wine, and set out on my way with a sword.

Now the wine is finished, and the sword is broken.

But his footsteps did not stop.

Li Youbai has been walking for ten years, has seen a lot, and heard a lot.

Although he still can't chant his own poems or write his own words.

But his heart is becoming more and more transparent.

In the spring and snow, the people of Xiariba, he wants to see it.

Now he is less and less like a Confucian scholar, but like a ranger.

His path is like a chivalrous journey.

A long sword and a glass of wine, the man has a square heart.

Li Youbai had finished drinking the wine in his white glass, and he reached out to take the wine jug, but he couldn't pour a drop of wine.

Li Youbai shook his head: "Not happy! Not happy! It's rare to meet two people, and I can't help but pour out my thoughts, don't be surprised by the two of you!"

"If you don't have enough wine, you can add more!" Mu Xiaokui still had any small money in his mind at this time, and some of them were Li Youbai holding a wine jug in one hand and a long sword in the other, standing on top of a thousand blades.

Although Mu Xiaokui didn't understand why Li Youbai came to this, she admired his chivalrous behavior very much.

Li Youbai shook his head and sighed: "Although the wine here is good, it is not as good as the wine in the Deyue Tower. ”

Deyuelou spent a lot of money, and the silver taels on the three of them added up, which was not enough to cross the boat of Deyuelou. Not to mention drinking the wine of the Moon Tower.

Li Youbai thought about it, glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, suddenly saw the white paper beside him, laughed, and said: "The two of you invited me to drink, it is fate, if the two of you are not in a hurry to leave the state, I will invite the two of you to go to the Yuelou for a while." ”

Then he added, "Can you appreciate your face, it's tonight!"

Ji Chen said: "Go, brother Tai invites me, how can I not go." ”

Li Youbai said: "Brother Tai is not worried, I can't afford to pay." ”

After Ji Chen heard this, he laughed and said: "Don't worry, just rely on your three big characters 'Li Youbai', it's still simple to have a drink in Deyue Tower." ”

Li Youbai also laughed and said, "I'm afraid that when I get to the Deyue Tower, no one will recognize me Li Youbai." ”

At this time, Li Youbai was wearing a white gown, and he was a poor scholar no matter how he looked at it.

If it weren't for Ji Chen's knowledge, he wouldn't have recognized it.

Even if Li Youbai is not trimmed, only the blue and white turban wrapped around his head is clean and upright.

The death of a gentleman is inevitable.

Ji Chen didn't know his identity, but with this, it was enough to intersect.

And it's just a pot of wine, which is enough to comfort the wind and dust!

Li Youbai got up and said goodbye, and Ji Chen and Mu Xiaokui also got up to see each other off.

Mu Xiaokui stared at Li Youbai who was far away, and asked, "Deyue Tower tonight, are we still going?"

Ji Chen said: "Go! You must go, don't you want to taste what the wine of Yuelou is like?"

After resting in the inn until the evening, Ji Chenmu and Xiaokui left the inn and walked by the lake.

This lake is called Shenyue Lake, although Shenyue Lake is not as magnificent as the 800-mile Dongting, and it is not as soft as the West Lake, but Shenyue Lake has a unique style.

Shenyue Lake has both a touch of magnificence and a touch of softness.

Shenyue Lake has never been liked by literati and artists, and they all call it a half-hung son who is neither sunny nor rainy.

But the literati and writers all came here with shy faces, who let there be a moon tower on Shenyue Lake!

In these years, if you don't go to the Moon Tower to chant poems, you are embarrassed to call yourself a literati.

If you get the love of the Oiran, I'm afraid this life will be in vain!

Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring!

The lakeside under the sunset is warm and quiet, the autumn breeze blows slowly, warm and soft, the sunset reflects the red sky, and the autumn insects hide in the lonely grass.

The two walked slowly, stepping on the shore of Shenyue Lake covered with fallen leaves, and the setting sun stretched the figures of the two and handed over in the distance.

Ji Chen sometimes looks at the scenery, sometimes at the lake, but the reflection in his eyes is more Mu Xiaokui.

"Look, what's that?" Mu Xiaokui asked, pointing to the distance.

Ji Chen looked in the direction of Mu Xiaokui's point, a piece of withered vines and old trees, dotted with faint crows.

Take a closer look, it was originally a nine-zhang tall Buddha head, but it was entangled by huge dead vines, and it was not real.

From the passers-by, it is known that this giant Buddha was chiseled by an old monk, and it is said that this old monk has been chiseling Buddha statues here since he was young, and it is estimated that he has been touching it for more than 40 years.

Some people say that this old monk is not used to seeing the drunken gold fans in the moon tower, and wants to build a Buddha statue to admonish the world.

It's just that the old monk is extremely stubborn and refuses anyone's help, just silently chiseling alone.

In the past 40 years, only one Buddha head has been created, and the speed of chiseling is not as fast as the spread of the tree vines, which turn into withered vines in the autumn to cover the Buddha's head.

At such a speed, I am afraid that the chisel will not be completed before the old monk dies.

The sun sets and sinks into the western mountains.

The moon rises, and the autumn moon is reflected in the lake.

Every ripple has a bright moon sinking into it.

Too many beautiful things!

The autumn night is slaughtered, and the insects are much more miserable, and I am afraid that I will not see it in the spring of the next year.

Mu Xiaokui and Ji Chen were standing by the lake and waiting, if it was a weekday, Mu Xiaokui would have been impatient.

But Mu Xiaokui is now snuggling up to Ji Chen's side, no matter how cold the autumn night is, she is willing to wait, no matter how long it is.

Ji Chen said softly: "He's here." ”

Mu Xiaokui turned around and looked, only to see a person who was like an autumn moon willow, walking slowly.

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world!