After wearing a book, I became a dog licking villain

"Of course it is me!"

"it's me!"

"it's me!!"

"Stop talking nonsense, draw your sword!"

……

Everyone looked at Jun Motu on the stage with high spirits. This was just the beginning.

If the Akasaka Sword is invited out now.

I'm afraid it's these people.

All have to be crazy!
"Hey, everyone, please be safe and don't be impatient. After all, Chixiao is the third most famous sword in the past and present, and the heroes who came here today seem to have greatly exceeded Jun's expectations. Therefore, we, our sword club, Let's change the game!"

Jun Motu, who got Zhao Feiyang's advice, couldn't help but feel a little proud, because Zhao Feiyang's method is an excellent strategy that absolutely no one can break!
"Master Jun, don't be fooled, just tell me!"

"That's right, Patriarch Jun, I'm already hungry and thirsty for my sword!"

"To make a fool of yourself!"

Master Shui Jing snorted coldly, obviously disdainful of Jun Motu's behavior!

"Uncle, don't be anxious. With my father and king sitting in Jiangcheng, the Jun's family will not dare to play any tricks!"

Chu Yan was on the sidelines to comfort her.

Only then did Shui Jing's expression soften a little, and he couldn't help but look at the most authoritative figure in Longque Kingdom.

But the other party was sitting on the side drinking tea very calmly, without showing too much nervous expression.

Shui Jing couldn't help whispering to Chu Yan: "Your lord looks so confident, but what arrangements did you make?"

"To be honest, Su Yu, the commander of the Ghost Snake Guards, has agreed to participate in the sword competition in his own name. Besides, he has also recruited many people to help him, whether it is the masters of the palace who won the championship, or our Yanyun faction who won the championship. , the Scarlet Heaven Sword can be returned to Zhao intact, which can be regarded as an extra point of insurance!"

When Chu Yan talked about her family status, she couldn't help showing a hint of complacency in her expression.

"So that's the case, but we will fight later, and our Yanyun faction can't put all the odds of winning on the masters under King Jing Qiansui's command. We earn our own face!"

Shui Jing clenched the Shuihan sword in his hand.

It's like a posture of not admitting defeat and not accepting fate.

It's just that when she heard what Jun Motu said in the next moment, she felt unbelievable unconsciously!
Not just water mirrors.

Those masters of various sects and black and white.

Even Chu Xuan himself.

They were all overwhelmed by Jun Motu's words!
"Master Jun, are you right? If we are a group of rough people who wield knives and guns, if we want to qualify for this famous sword competition, we still need to compose poems?"

Ma Dayuan, the leader of the beggar gang, said with a look of disbelief.

"I'm not wrong, the sword is on the fifth floor of the Yellow Crane Tower. If anyone can use the Yellow Crane Tower as the theme and write a masterpiece for you to appreciate, if everyone thinks it is okay, then this person will be rewarded." The qualifications for going up to the next floor, we are now on the third floor, and the fourth floor is the venue for everyone to use martial arts and swords. Don't feel weird, after all, Jianghu is not just about fighting and killing Killing, we also have to pay attention to human relationships and sophistication, don’t we? Martial arts, peace is the most important thing, don’t engage in fighting! There are only two places, and the time is limited to half an hour, so hurry up and write poems!”

After Jun Motu finished speaking, he turned and went up to the fourth floor of the Yellow Crane Tower.

And those illiterate people in the world immediately began to swear.

"Fuck you? Jun Motu, you Ge Laozi, we are here to discuss swords, not to listen to your nonsense! You..."

"Jun Motu, aren't you playing tricks?"

"That's right, Jun Motu, are you holding a hero meeting? You're clearly holding a poetry meeting!!"

"Grass mud horse, Jun Motu! I knew you were not a good bird! Labor and management might as well not come!"

"That's right, 'choose the sword master with poetry' If we know how to write poems, why would we go out into the rivers and lakes? We went to the scholar examination early!"

The abuse of the crowd intensified.

However, he was stopped by Gu Xiancheng, a well-known Confucian in Jiangcheng!
"Don't speak wild words! Your lord is my Confucian disciple. Why not hold a hero meeting with the rules of Confucian disciples? You are also well-known heroes in the Jianghu. Unexpectedly, each of you is You are so timid and afraid of getting into trouble! Just because you are talking about heroes with swords and swords, you have been exposed in your original form and ugly, I don't know how you have the face to call yourself a hero!"

The speaker was an old man named Gu Xiancheng.

This Gu Xiancheng is the dean of Donglin Academy.

It is quite prestigious in the Jiangnan area.

There have been many high-ranking officials under his door.

Therefore, he is also one of the leaders of contemporary scholars.

I don't know how much trouble Jun Motu spent to move this great god here.

However, Gu Xiancheng's words did shut up some people in the Jianghu.

Confucianism is the most difficult to deal with.

When they open their mouths, they are the etiquette of their ancestors.

Keeping your mouth shut is the pen and ink of a sage.

If you are not careful, you will be poked in the spine by scholars all over the world!

They represent the scholar-bureaucrat class.

Holds 80% of the right to speak in the world.

And the remaining 20% ​​is the window between the ruler and the common people.

So Gu Xiancheng opened his mouth, and almost no iron-headed boy would dare to go up and argue with this contemporary great Confucian.

Because of the consequences.

It is definitely not something that some ordinary people in the world can afford!
"What should we do? Gu Xiancheng has already spoken, we..."

"Hey, what else can I do? Write it!"

A group of people from the rivers and lakes hurried to the second floor to get the pens, inks, papers and inkstones that had been prepared by the Jun family.

But at this moment, Su Yu looked at Chu Xuan with a blank face, obviously his mind was blown by Jun Motu's tactic!
"My lord, my subordinates don't know how to write poetry!!"

"Tsk, this gentleman with the surname Jun has two skills! It is expected that the literati who can write poetry must have mediocre martial arts, while those with advanced skills may not be able to fall into the eyes of Gu Xiancheng. It's a bit interesting! "

Chu Xuan sat firmly on the Diaoyutai.

In my heart, I thought of a solution.

But before he got up, he saw the real person in Shuijing bite the bullet and said: "That may not be the case! Apprentices, follow me to the second floor, and I will serve you with pen and ink!"

"Yes, Master!"

Several disciples of Yanyun Sword Sect followed Shui Jing back.

Chu Xuan did not have any expectations for what kind of poems these people could write.

Because he is a transmigrator.

There are Li Bai, Du Fu and Su Dongpo possessed by three gods.

He had memorized as many Tang poems and Song poems as a child, no less than those child prodigies who recited Liujia at the age of five, watched hundreds of schools at the age of ten, and could compose Xiangru at the age of 15, he believed.

Just recite this sentence yourself.

It will definitely become a good story from ancient times to the present!
At this time, the number of people in the hall on the third floor has decreased by half.

The ones who stayed were all for the purpose of occupying the hall to look good and lively, but Chu Xuan just wanted to get up and recite poems.

I saw a young man in a green robe holding a folding fan and laughing loudly: "Will it take half an hour to write a poem? Gentlemen, let me see that I can do it at my fingertips!"

Obviously.

There are many great Confucian scholars from the south of the Yangtze River sitting on the scene.

The youth's wild words naturally aroused the displeasure of the princes.

I saw that Gu Xiancheng also said with a livid face: "Young man, don't play tricks!"

"If I play with my mouth, I will be a mallet! Let me sing, and you can help me record it!"

It was none other than Zhao Feiyang who spoke.

And there is no shortage of people in the world who like to argue in this room. Seeing his arrogance, they immediately taunted him.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't bother to pay attention at all, shook his sleeves and said: "In the past, people have gone by the yellow crane, and the Yellow Crane Tower is vacant here. The yellow crane will never return, and the white clouds will be empty for thousands of years. Qingchuan has experienced Hanyang trees, and the grass is luxuriant. Yingwu Island. Where is the rural pass at sunset? The Yanbo River makes people worry."

no doubt.

What Zhao Feiyang chanted was exactly what Chu Xuan had thought in his mind earlier.

"Yellow Crane Tower" by Cui Hao in Tang Dynasty

That is the famous poem through the ages that even Brother Taibai, the poet fairy, couldn't help copying it many times!

"No wonder Jun Motu has such a confident look, it seems to have benefited from this Zhao Feiyang!"

Chu Xuan sighed while coiling the agate string in his hand.

Even Gu Xiancheng, after seeing such a famous poem in the world, couldn't help praising it again and again: "Predecessors said that "writing is based on qi". And down, there is absolutely no hindrance. The word "Yellow Crane" appears again and again, but because of its momentum, it rushes down, making readers "wave the five strings and watch Feihong", and read on in a hurry, without time to notice its overlapping appearance. This is a big taboo in rhyme and rhythm. Zhao Feiyang seems to have forgotten that he is writing the seven rhythms of "there is a floating sound in the front, and there must be a cut sound in the back". "Yellow Crane"; the third sentence is almost entirely in the tone; the fourth sentence uses the Sanping tone of "Kongyouyou" to kill the tail; regardless of the confrontation, it is all the syntax of ancient poems. Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that the literary world of the Dragon Bird Dynasty , a new star is about to rise!"

"Yes, I agree with Mr. Gu. The first half of this poem is in San Tone, and the second half is corrected. It actually describes what I saw and felt in the building, and I wrote about the fragrant grass overlooking Hanyang City and Yingwu Island from upstairs. The green trees and the nostalgia caused by this are to let go first and then to collect. If you just let go and don’t take in, blindly unconventional, and don’t return to the rhythm, then it is not a Qilu, but a Qigu. This poem The front and back seem to be divided into two parts, but in fact, the style of the text is concentrated from the beginning to the end, and there is only a change of breath in the middle. This kind of seemingly intermittent connection, from the perspective of the beginning, inheritance, transfer, and combination of verses, is also the most important. There are rules and regulations. Today, this article is handed down to future generations, and it is not in vain that I, a scholar of Donglin Academy, come here!"

Several great Confucians obviously praised Mr. Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower".

Even the people who forcibly compose poems on the second floor changed their faces after seeing the excerpts handed down from above.

What's more, they simply throw away the pen and ink, turn around and leave!
"Lu Luodi, haven't you always been known as the 'Golden Pen Scholar'? Why did you leave all of a sudden?"

"Don't go? Can you do it if you don't go?!"

Lu Luodi let out a long sigh and said, "Leaving now is at most a loss of face, but if you write poems for Duoming Jianqiang, then you will lose face!"

"Hey, it's time to break up. There is a scene in front of me, but Fei Yang's poem is on top!"

"Staying any longer is undoubtedly asking for shame!"

"Dongyue Jiange bids farewell!"

"Jiuhuashan Manlu Temple farewell!"

"Farewell to Tianxiang Pavilion!"

"Farewell, beggar gang!"

……

More and more people in the arena feel ashamed and want to leave after seeing "Yellow Crane Tower".

But at this time, Shui Jingren was sweating profusely.

She kept polishing this not so neat seven rhythms on the manuscript paper, but she also knew in her heart that such a poem is not worthy to be compared with famous poems like "Yellow Crane Tower"!

In the Yellow Crane Tower, the heroes will gather, and who will return the famous sword.

The Jianghan autumn waves are rustling, and the vines and grass are cold and smoky.

……

At this time, Shui Jing was already in a state of confusion.

In the end, he scribbled down a few lyrical words, expressing in his words that he only wanted to take his master's sword back to the mountain, so that Mr. Gu could fulfill his words, and then bit the bullet and went upstairs.

There are Qingcheng, Emei, and Huashan sects who are also unwilling to give up. It can be imagined.

These guys who can barely read poetry.

Almost all martial arts are mediocre.

Chu Xuan glanced at it, and the one with the best writing is the one with the best martial arts.

Even if he went up to the fourth floor, he might not be able to match Zhao Feiyang's firecracker!

At this time, Chu Yan couldn't help but said impatiently: "Father, what should we do now? It would be great if Mr. Shangguan is here. With his talent, he will definitely be able to write a famous sentence that surpasses this "Yellow Crane Tower"!"

"You're still too young!"

Chu Xuan shook his head and said, "Even if Shangguan Ziyu comes, I'm afraid he won't be able to match this kid just by writing about Yellow Crane Tower!"

"Could it be that we really can't keep the Akasaka Sword?"

"Not necessarily!"

……

Seeing that the half-hour season is about to end.

Gu Xiancheng looked at the submitted poems, and finally chose "Yellow Crane Tower: First Sunshine and Later Rain" by Xuanji Taoist of the Emei School

"Little friend Shui Jing, the old man knows why you came here, but since Gu is here, he must not lose the fairness of literati, so... I'm sorry!"

Gu Xiancheng's words undoubtedly made Shui Jing's heart drop to the bottom.

This is the end of the journey to find the sword.

In the end it was nothing!

If she just went back like this, how could she live up to the entrustment of the senior brother in charge?

Thinking of this, Shui Jing was finally overwhelmed, his eyes went dark, and he passed out!

"Master!!"

"Uncle Water Mirror!!"

A group of Yanyun disciples hurried forward to help.

Gu Xiancheng got up to give him a pulse, and after confirming that the other party was only in a hurry, he couldn't help saying: "Victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs. It can only be said that the fate of the Chixiao Sword and the noble sect is exhausted... It is getting late at this time. If no one delivers the masterpiece, Then invite Mr. Zhao and Taoist Xuanji to move to the fourth floor!"

"slow!"

Just when everyone in the Jun family thought they could breathe a sigh of relief.

Chu Xuan, who had been keeping silent all this time, suddenly spoke out, causing Gu Xiancheng and a group of great scholars to be immediately displeased.

what's going on?

You Prince Jing, in front of fellow martial artists all over the world, still think you can't grab it?
"I don't know what the prince has to teach?"

Gu Xiancheng asked symbolically.

"It's really a blessing to have the honor to gather here with all of you today. Although the lonely king doesn't study much, he still wants to be arty, but I have to trouble Mr. Gu and everyone from Donglin Academy to give us some advice!"

"Oh? The prince can also write poetry?"

Gu Xiancheng raised his eyebrows.

Obviously feel a little incredible.

You, Prince Jing, may be a good fighter in war.

But if the national strength is weak, it is difficult for a smart woman to cook without rice.

When it comes to writing poetry...

Are you not making trouble?
"I can't talk about it, but I think this poem, when written, should not be worse than Mr. Zhao's "Yellow Crane Tower", right?"

Chu Xuan smiled confidently at Zhao Feiyang.

It's just that the other party thought he was joking!

What kind of poem is this?

Cui Hao's Yellow Crane Tower!
Even the poet Li Bai is daunted by the Yellow Crane Tower.

You, a militaristic prince, actually uttered wild words here to write a famous article comparable to Cui Hao's Yellow Crane Tower?
What a shame!

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