Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 9 A Poem Comes Out, Ghosts and Gods Are Surprised
"It's time, please stop writing!" Lei Dongyang yelled.

The maid came in from the outside like the wind, and collected the poems in front of everyone.When she received it from Lin Su's desk, the maid was obviously a little surprised. She really wrote it. Of course, she didn't understand whether the poem was good or bad, so I left it to Mr....

Lei Dongyang picked up the collected manuscript and nodded with satisfaction: "Read it!"

A person next to him stood up, picked up the poem manuscript and began to recite...

"Guiyang son's poem: the height of the building is only ordinary, and the sky is full of light when you look up..."

"Nice poem!"

The crowd burst into cheers, and countless maids stared at each other. They seemed to have no immunity to real literary heroes.

Lin Su is not surprised by this phenomenon. In the Song Dynasty, the ideal country of literati, there was an old prankster named Liu Yong, who could sleep all over the world with his poems, let alone here?The literati here are not synonymous with being weak, but all-round tough.

"Master Du Ling's Poems: The Yangtze River is thousands of miles straight to the sky..."

"Nice poem!"

Another round of applause.

"Master Qingyang's poems..."

"The poems of Mr. Li Ding of Luozhou. Although Mr. Li Ding is not from Quzhou, his ancestral home is Quzhou. The poem says..."

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In the blink of an eye, he read dozens of poems. Lin Su himself is not good at ancient style poems, but he also understands them a little. He reckoned that these poems are generally on the same level as his own poems. They are not very good, but they are not too bad either. , people in this place love poetry for a reason, and have a very profound cultural background. Even a little-known boy who has not even made it into the "literary world" has a line in a poem that is quite new.

"Mr. Zhang Xiu's new work: The tide of the Yangtze River stands at the head of the tide. Why bother to ask whether to stay or not? How can the tide know Qingyun's aspirations? Breaking through the sky and another autumn!"

"Good!" Everyone stood up at the same time and applauded!
Lei Dongyang Nianxu sighed: "It's such a wonderful sentence to step through the sky and fall again. It's a stroke of genius, a stroke of genius! In this grand event, this poem should be the most... Is there any more?"

"There is another poem written by Mr. Lin San..." The young reader had a strange expression on his face.

"You don't need to read it, do you?" Young Master Jin said, "It's nothing to lose everyone's interest."

"Let's recite it!" Zhang Xiu said with a smile, "Let's take a look at Shi'er and see if there is a lower limit."

Everyone laughed, the lower limit of poetry?That's an interesting topic...

Mr. Lei smiled slightly: "Writing and Taoism are eclectic, and tolerance is great. It is a joke if the lower limit is not lower...Remember it!"

The reading poet cleared his throat, and began to read: "You are so expensive that you will not be free..."

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, it is really a poem, the beginning of the sentence is extraordinary!

"Long Xiang and Phoenix Zhu are in a difficult situation..."

Lei Dongyang was moved!
"The house is full of flowers and drunk with three thousand guests,

One sword frost and cold forty states. "

Everyone was in a daze, feeling like hell, this poem was really written by the good-for-nothing third son in front of him?Why am I so unbelievable...

The girl holding the zither locked her eyes firmly on Lin Su. At this moment, her eyes are infinitely bright...

"Okay!" A loud shout sounded from the corner. It was a middle-aged man, dressed in ordinary clothes, but standing up at this moment, he had a certain demeanor.

it is good!
Someone applauded unequivocally, the rhythm suddenly picked up, and countless people echoed. Who is not a knowledgeable person present?As soon as this poem comes out, it is unrivaled in its majesty and sharpness!

Although Quzhou Jiuxiu mostly wears the same pair of pants as Zhang Xiu, it is not easy to applaud, but after all, there is no way to belittle this poem against the basic cognition.

"Little brother, this poem is unparalleled in spirit, but it seems to have more meaning..." The old man raised his hand, interrupting everyone's applause.

Lin Su said: "The old man is amazing... This poem is only eight lines, please read the remaining four lines!"

The poet Nian continued to read: "The drums and horns lift the sky and the air is cold,

The sea and the mountains are swayed by the wind in autumn.

The southeast will always be a golden pillar of heaven,
Who is envious of thousands of households at that time. "

As soon as the last four sentences came out, the audience was silent. If the first four sentences were full of heroism, why did the last four sentences have a sense of sadness?
The old man sighed: "The southeast will always be a golden pillar, who envies the ten thousand households at that time? The golden pillar in the past, but today it has become a dead soul under the sword! The sky, the earth, the time, and the luck!"

As soon as he raised his hand, a thin "wind" character appeared out of thin air. In the restaurant, there was a strong wind.

"Extreme literary heart? Which senior Confucian?" Lei Dongyang turned pale with shock, and wrote with empty hands. A word of wind sent people into the sky. What kind of power is this?The person who came must be a great Confucian, and he must be a great Confucian who has cultivated to the extreme. Such a person is like a god in the entire Great Cang.

"It's Deng Xianchu and Deng Great Confucianism!" Someone shouted: "Look!"

Everyone looked over with his fingers, and the character "Qi" hanging at the end of the corridor was shining golden, which is the unique echo between the original owner and the calligraphy left by him.

Lin Su's heart was agitated, and he looked at the direction where Deng Xianchu disappeared for a long time. A great Confucian of a generation, who met each other and became acquainted in the blink of an eye, this is a literati!This is the direction he is looking for!
His eyes finally came back slowly, and turned to Lei Dongyang: "Mr. Lei, can this casually written poem still catch your attention?"

Made by hand...

Cough... Lei Dongyang started to cough.

"Anti-poetry!" Zhang Xiu shouted loudly: "Bold and talented, dare to inscribe anti-poetry, do you want to rebel?"

Everyone was shocked.

"Your father once guarded the southeast, and you designated your father as the golden pillar of the southeast. Then, where do you place your majesty? The faint king who overthrew the pillar of the court? Based on this, you want to recruit troops for your father, and come to a full house. Qian Ke, one sword Frost and Cold Forty States!"

The hairs on Lin Su's body exploded, I C!

How did you forget that feudal society still had literary inquisition?
Played it off the first time?
Once this poem is introduced to the capital, and the minister of the Ministry of War provokes it from the side, this fatuous emperor will 100% kill people!The entire Lin family is in dire straits!
The imperial power is supreme, how to solve the death of oneself?
Lin Su's mind raced quickly, and a thought came to his mind. This thought was dangerous, but it was the only way.

"It was originally just a poem of words and ambitions, but it was interpreted maliciously by a villain. I can't clean it up. There is only one way, please the Holy Word!"

As soon as he raised his hand, half of the incense appeared in his palm. This incense was extremely special, the whole body was golden, like half a gold bar, this was the holy incense.

Light up the holy incense and go straight to heaven!
Holy incense is a channel for scholars to communicate with the saints. It is extremely precious. It is one of the high-end five treasures exclusively owned by the Confucian Temple. Its value is comparable to that of gold. Not to mention that ordinary people are not qualified to use it. At the time of promotion, the purchase is limited to one, and the half in Lin Su's hand was taken from his second brother's study.

He originally planned to set up a trap and use the half incense to lead Zhang Xiu into the ditch (such as quietly lighting the holy incense, using modern speech techniques and psychology to lure Zhang Xiu to say disrespectful words to the saints), but at this moment , He risked his own death, and the only way to save his life was with this half stick of incense. In front of the imperial power, only the holy metaphor could save him.

The saints are truly supreme.

As long as he passed the level of the saints, no one in the world would dare to trouble him with this poem.

If it weren't for the critical situation, he wouldn't dare to put the copied poems in front of the saints, because he didn't know if the saints would see through it. If the saints found out that he was a copywriter, he would really be finished.

But now, there is no other way, he has to take a gamble.

When the incense was lit, all the people in the audience were shocked, they left the table and fell to their knees!
The incense has been burned, which means that this restaurant is under the eyes of the saints.

Everyone's heart is beating wildly...

Lin Su said: "I report to all the sages, my disciple Lin Su, that a poem was interpreted maliciously, and the consequences were extremely serious. The prosperity of literature and Taoism should be all-embracing, such as poems can also be evidence of crimes, who dares to write poems and essays? How can Taoism prosper? Please all the saints be the masters for me!"

The clouds in the sky parted suddenly, and a desolate voice sounded: "The poem is here!"

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Zhang Xiu's back.

Holy Word now?
Although every scholar can theoretically have direct access to the saints, but [-]% of them only contribute unilaterally, what do you mean?You just pray to the saints, and you can't get a half of the saints' words.

Today the holy words come out, just like a saint face to face.

What is this kid's virtue?How could the Holy Word be opened for him?

This is not a good sign.

Lin Su's heart was relieved, the holy fragrance was so holy, he used psychology.

The saints are high above, and they don't care about the life and death of an ordinary person, but they must care about whether the writing is prosperous or not, and whether the writing is smooth or not.

If the way of writing is not prosperous, the genre created by the sage cannot be carried forward. For the sage, it is simply digging his ancestral grave.

Isn't setting up a literary prison to hinder the prosperity of culture?Sensitive words in modern online literature are blocked, and writers feel that writing is not easy, let alone a feudal society?If everyone needs to check the taboo things before creating, then why write a fart?How is Wen Dao still happy?
Sure enough, his itch-like opening remarks played a huge role, the saint spoke!
Poetry presented?
How?
Lin Su was stunned for a moment, then remembered that it was recorded in "Wen Dao Miscellaneous Tan" that the poems written to the saints could not be written in the way of reciting, nor were they written with conventional pen and ink, but precious ink and precious paper, which he did not have at all.

"Who has precious ink and precious paper? Borrow it!" Lin Su cast his eyes on the shopkeeper of Haining Building.

"Get the precious ink and precious paper quickly!" Although the shopkeeper's heart was blown by the wind, he was also full of excitement. What kind of glory is it that his precious ink and precious paper has become a carrier for transmitting information face to face with the saint?

A piece of gold paper, a gold penny, is precious ink and precious paper. Under normal circumstances, ink ink is needed, but high-end gold pennies are two in one. Within the gold penny, there is its own mystery, and the blood of the strange beast is stored in it. Within a gold coin, it is inexhaustible.

In front of the saint, the ones brought by Haining Tower are naturally the best.

Lin Su held the gold penny in his hand and began to write...

It's so expensive that people can't come to freedom...

Suddenly white light floated on the paper, and there were three strips as soon as it came out.

Poetry is written on ordinary paper, and there is no mystery, but when written on precious ink and precious paper, it will be judged immediately.

Poetry is divided into seven grades, from low to high:

Grass poetry means that it is no different from ordinary weeds.

Floating light poem, which means that this poem is a bit of a bright spot on that day, and it is bestowed with a floating light.

White light poems mean that within this month, poems will be the only ones, and three ways of white light will be bestowed.

Yinguang Poetry, during the year, there are quite bright spots.Give a silver light.

Golden light poems, within ten years, rare masterpieces, bestowed with golden light.

Colorful poetry, a masterpiece within a hundred years, is recorded by the colorful glow.

Colorful poems are enough to be passed down for thousands of years, and they are recorded in the colorful glow.

The eternal blue sky poems, the poems are immortal for thousands of years, and they are regarded as legends.

As soon as Lin Su wrote the pen, there were three white lights. This is the mark of the white light poem. It is really extraordinary. Everyone's eyes are wide open. They can't believe it. How could he write the white light poem?Could it be that Lin Jialiang had made preparations in advance, so that the third younger brother would bring his favorite work with him?But Lin Jialiang himself only wrote one white light poem, which was the poem that inspired him, which made him one of the top ten talents in Quzhou.

After that, I can't write it anyway.

The Lin family has suffered a huge change, and you, Lin Jialiang, have opened up your literary career?

Is there any reason?

As Lin Su put pen to paper on the second sentence, there was a sudden cry of surprise, and the white light on the paper turned into a touch of silver!
The third sentence came out, the silver light was dazzling, the field was full of petrification, the masterpiece of the year, just appeared in Haining Building like this?

The fourth sentence came out, a sword of Frost and Cold Forty States, with a soft chirp, and the ground was full of golden light!

Before everyone could exclaim in surprise, the golden light suddenly changed into a multicolored glow!

Petrified the audience!

Poems become colorful, century-old legends!
The following four lines of poems were written quickly, and with the last stroke, the sun changed again, and the colorful colors filled the entire restaurant.

A peerless poem enough to be passed down for thousands of years!
With a chirping sound, like a steel seal falling from the sky, six words appeared on the top of the poem: Haining Yongzhi, Lin Su!
The poems rise with the wind and go straight to the sky.

Lin Su was dumbfounded.

The poem is colorful, as he expected, this poem has been circulated for thousands of years!
The only thing that surprised him was that he didn't write the title, nor did he write about himself as the author, but on the manuscript, his name was left, and there was a title, a sage himself!

He didn't write the author's name, but he had a small thought in it. He was worried that the sage had great powers and knew that the poem was copied, so he didn't dare to sign it.

But the saint directly added a topic to him, directly positioning him as the author.

Now it's interesting.

I didn't say that I wrote this poem, it was the judgment of the saint's grandfather, if something goes wrong, the saint will take the blame...

What's more interesting: this means that the saints don't know the source of this poem, and they can't cross two pieces of time and space!

His road of copying is infinitely lofty in an instant, and he can copy until the sky is dim and the earth is dark, and the sun and the moon are dark...

A desolate voice came from the air: "It's not easy to make a poem into seven colors. I give you Wengen, so you can practice!"

The poems in the air suddenly turned into a colorful phoenix, which descended from the sky and covered Lin Su's whole body. As soon as the colorful light was absorbed, a root suddenly appeared under the dead branch in Lin Su's brain. Alive, it is no longer a dead tree, but a tree full of vitality. The leaves on the tree are also swaying and agile, with infinite aura, as if there is life suddenly. For the profound and obscure scriptures in his brain, Lin Su, His comprehension has greatly improved, and even his memory has become against the sky. All the books he has read, just a few words, are all clearly presented...

Lin Su's heart was beating wildly. He had Wengen, and his Wen Dao was activated. The dead tree in his brain was indeed closely related to Wen Dao. Having Wen Gen is like drawing a dragon to light up the sky. But all the abilities related to the text are all rolled up...

The crowd is even more petrified.

Holy gift Wengen?What are you playing today?

The original intention was to suppress the Lin family forever, but in the end, the Lin family played a genius? ...

"Thank you holy master!" Lin Su said: "Thanks to the holy master's attention, he recognized the disciple's poems, and gave the root of the text. The disciple is so heartbroken that he can't repay him. But the disciple still has something to say, so I dare not say it."

The sky was silent, but the mystery remained.

Lin Su raised his head and said: "What I want to say is related to the prosperity of contemporary literature and Taoism. Literature and Taoism are like the road of words. When it is opened, it prospers, and when it is closed, it is abolished. How many literati uphold the great wishes of the saints and forge ahead all the way, so that there is today's literature. In the prosperous age of Dao, however, some insidious villains created something out of nothing, set up a prison of writing, and wanted to cut off the root of writing and Dao, if this trend is not eliminated, there will be endless troubles!"

Zhang Xiu's whole body was shocked!

He suddenly felt a huge sense of crisis...

"Reasonable!" The words came from the sky, and Zhang Xiu let out a scream, and his whole body shrank into a ball. His brows were a little blood red, and the literary world inside his brows was already torn apart.

As soon as the clouds in the sky cleared, the holy incense burned to the end at this moment.

(End of this chapter)