Time always slips away inadvertently, day after day, it is approaching the end of the year, this year Han Tongwen is thirteen years old, and he is taller and taller when he practices martial arts every day, similar to a young man of sixteen or seventeen! Although he is still not very handsome, his eyes are like a crescent moon, he has a kind smile all day long, his clothes are neat and tidy every day, and he is very sunny and clean, and no one has ever seen his sad face.

Jiang Wenshan, one of the four great Wenzong of the Great Xia Empire, his ancestral home is in Jingyuan City, Huizhou, and he will return to his hometown every three years to worship his ancestors. Jiang Wenshan also often brings fellow students with him, and whenever he returns to his hometown, he will pick out one or two of the outstanding among the young students and take them to Taihe Academy. The academy is the foundation and lifeblood of the Great Xia Empire, the academy system is passed on from the Tang Empire, divided into the martial academy and the academy of literature, the Academy of Literature of the Great Xia Empire is headed by the Wenchang Academy and the Taihe Academy, for the Great Xia Empire to continuously train young officials, or to educate the people, or to govern internal affairs, when the world is famous from the Taihe Academy. And the Martial Academy, it is a place to cultivate generals for the Great Xia Empire, and the three major academies of two liters and one martial arts support the operation of the entire huge empire! In recent days, it coincided with the day of Jiang Wenshan's ancestor worship, and Jiang Wenshan left two inscriptions on the wall of Jingyuan City School, a couplet, a poem name, and a servant who guarded it.

Han Tongwen happened to pass by and take a look at Shanglian, and couldn't help laughing, the bow chief Zhang Zhanggong, Zhang Archer Zhang Bow shot arrows, arrows and arrows were all hit, a group of students under the couplet scratched their ears and cheeks, the couplet was extremely remote, and no one could match it for three days. And the poem is very simple, with the most common snow as the title, Han Tongwen saw that the side has been densely pasted with poems made by many students in Huizhou, Han Tongwen saw that there were all kinds of strange shapes, and there were even poetry clouds, the snow in the sky did not rain, and the snow turned into rain on the ground. How troublesome it is to become rain, it is better to rain in the first place! Han Tongwen couldn't help but laugh, and went to the table for people to answer questions, and went to the brush and paper to write.

"Your Excellency doesn't eat when you eat, and the food turns into in your stomach. It's so troublesome to become, it's better to eat in the first place. After writing Han Tongwen, he laughed, and then he had a whim, the poems describing snow are no better than the Qinyuan Spring written by Mao Taizu in the previous life, since he is interested, Han Tongwen doesn't care about letting Mao Taizu's poems shine in this world.

The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is only recklessness, and the river is up and down, and it is suddenly surging.

Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test.

It must be a sunny day, and look at the red dress, which is extraordinarily enchanting.

**, leading countless heroes to bend their waists.

Because I don't know if there is any Tang Dynasty and Song Ancestor in this era, so I deleted the back section, although some are not perfect, but this half is enough for them to look up, and finally he made up for the next couplet of his couplet, Muzi Li Li Mu, Li Carpenter Li Mu carved the bow, the bow is difficult to open. Shanglian is a person named Zhang Gong who shoots arrows, and Han Tongwen Xialian thanked Li Mu for carving the bow, which is also a perfect match.

"I have to make up for the history of this era when I go back," Han Tongwen thought secretly, lifted the paper, and dried the ink, but fortunately, the level of the brush did not fall too much. One was posted under the poem of the brother who turned into snow and rain, and the other was posted in a random place. Han Tongwen is not very tall, and he is not very conspicuous, because there are often children of this age who want to try their luck.

"There are little dolls messing around again" Jiang Wenshan's servant in front of the table was a little dissatisfied, and when he saw the handwriting on the paper, he felt that it was just a child playing at home.

"How do you know I'm messing around?" Han Tongwen smiled at the old servant and left.

Jiang Wenshan is over sixty years old, his slightly gray hair is harmonious but unusually neat, his beard is often taken care of his chin, a braid is tied behind his back, a strand of long hair hangs down from each sideburn, his eyes are soft, and his words are like a spring breeze. Jiang Wenshan has been teaching Taihe Academy for 30 years, and his protégés are all over the Great Xia Empire, and there are many members of the dynasty who come from his disciples, and the couplet poems are the best in the world. It was dusk, and there were no students outside the Jingyuan City Academy, and Jiang Wenshan was standing in front of his question at this time, followed by an old servant.

"It seems that the expectations for them are too high," Jiang Wenshan couldn't help but be a little disappointed when he looked at the empty Xialian

"Master, Miss can't come up, do you still think that there is someone in Jingyuan City who can surpass Miss?" the old servant persuaded

Jiang Wenshan does everything himself, never pretending to be someone else's hand, just take the poems on this wall as an example, he can find a disciple to sort out and remove the messy poems and let him review them, but he never refuses to do this.

"Master, when do you want to see so much, your body matters."

"The old man's body is not so weak"

The poems on the wall are all in Jiang Wenshan's eyes, and his requirements are actually very low. When he saw the poem about snow turning into rain and the poem about rice turning into below, Jiang Wenshan couldn't help laughing, pointing at Han Tongwen and saying, "It's a bit interesting, although it's too cheesy, but this man and machine are unparalleled, if you can't find a suitable one, just him."

When Jiang Wenshan's eyes swept over this poem called Xizhou Spring and Snow, Jiang Wenshan's eyes could no longer be removed!

The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is only recklessness, and the river is up and down, and it is suddenly surging.

Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test.

It must be a sunny day, and look at the red dress, which is extraordinarily enchanting.

**, leading countless heroes to bend their waists.

Jiang Wenshan involuntarily read it out

"Okay, what a Xizhou Spring! With this word alone, the old man is far better than all! It seems that the old man's trip is not in vain. ”

When Jiang Wenshan saw the inscription of this poem, his heart was even more surprised, and it was even more difficult to repeat

"Muzi Li Li Mu, Li Carpenter Li Mu carved a bow, the bow is difficult to open!

The bow commander opens the bow, the archer opens the bow and shoots the arrow, and the arrows are all hit!"

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

"Why didn't you settle the payment" Jiang Wenshan said strangely, the students in the past couldn't wait to write his name on the paper so that they could enter Wenzong's eyes, and take the name of Jiang Wenshan to ascend to the sky one step at a time, but now it is the first time to encounter someone who has not been paid.

"Do you know who did this?" Jiang Wenshan asked

"The old slave doesn't know"

"No matter what, you have to find this person, look at this poem, you can know that this person has a big heart in his chest!" Jiang Wenshan ordered, and couldn't help but uncover this poem, "A good one wants to be higher than the heavenly prince, a good one, if you are really talented, how about the old man give you a chance to be higher than the heavenly prince!"

It's just that when Jiang Wenshan read it again, he felt more and more extraordinary, thinking that he was not the same when he was young, pointing out the country, and his heart was higher than the sky.

Jiang Wenshan closed his eyes as if enjoying the best wine in the world, and read both sides and couldn't extricate himself, but after a while, Jiang Wenshan found some clues, sometimes looking at the poems in his hand, sometimes pacing around with his hands behind his back

"This is a remnant poem!" Jiang Wenshan himself is a poet, and he has been immersed in this way for many years, and after reading it several times, he naturally saw that this poem should be half missing. Jiang Wenshan loves books as his life, loves poetry as his life, and now he has a piece of paper with a fragrant Qiwen but finds that the second half of it is gone, just like an old drunkard who finds a good wine on a jar, how can he bear it before he is addicted to the wine.

For three days in a row, Jiang Wenshan didn't rest well, and the generation of Wenzong who was full of wealth wanted to fill it up several times but found that he could not always reach the most ideal state, and he also understood that it was not that his level was not enough, but because he was already dying, and he had long lost the scholarly spirit of his youth and the pride of guiding the country, every time he saw the Grandmaster of Remnant Poetry, he felt like a fish in his throat, and on this day, he happened to hear someone on the street discussing poetry

"The worries of the world first, and the joy of the world after the world!"

Jiang Wenshan sent his subordinates to inquire about Qingting Tower easily! So he made a detour to Qingting Tower, wanting to pay homage to this wonderful article.

Lift the bamboo curtain, and a poem is in your eyes!

"Good words!" Jiang Wenshan is naturally not those vulgar scholars, who can write this character with a majestic momentum, but with this beautiful regular script, only those who have been immersed in calligraphy for many years have this ability.

"But how is it familiar?"

Jiang Wenshan immediately thought of the poem in his hand that he was meditating on, and when he took it out and compared it, it turned out to be from one person's hand. Jiang Wenshan didn't care about Zhao Guangcai, who was smiling, and hurriedly went up to the third floor, although Zhao Guangcai was dissatisfied in his heart, he didn't show it, and looked at the stupid scholar next to him and asked

"Fang Gongzi, what's wrong?"

"Mr. Jiang Jiang Wenshan!"

"That Jiang Wenshan!" Zhao Guangcai suddenly softened to the ground, "Mr. Wenzong Jiang Wenshan?"

Zhao Guangcai burst into tears with excitement, the whole world seemed to revolve around him, and he was a copper-smelling businessman who was able to get the true face of a generation of Wenzong: "The ancestors are smoking! The ancestral tomb is smoking! No, I have to go to the pillar incense."

"Fang Gongzi, can you please help me, my legs are weak!"

"Shopkeeper Zhao, I'm also soft"