God Catch starts with adding points

After all, although his mother was not born well, he is the prince after all, and the emperor did not suffer from the education of the child.

Of course, it didn't benefit the children much.

It can be seen from the fact that Master Fang is his teacher.

This poem is still like "Qingming", clear as words, without any allusions and flowery rhetoric, and the tone of the language is close to slang, but it is already at the top.

This wanton and uninhibited posture of the peach blossom fairy makes people yearn for it.

He even felt that the artistic conception of this poem has even reached the point where people can comprehend and practice - Banxian Tower uses the artistic conception in the poem to practice.

Of course, there is still a set of corresponding cultivation methods in the Banxian Tower.

The poems were quickly copied out.

First circulated at Luo Wang's poetry meeting.

After knowing that Lu Bai had written another poem, the talented people stopped to read it carefully, and then they were very sure that it was written by Lu Bai. After all, this poem is the same as "Qingming", and it also uses vernacular to make the artistic conception vivid on paper. superior.

They also have to admire, this artistic conception is really second.

Looking at what they wrote just now, although there are frequent allusions, the artistic conception has fallen to the bottom, and I am a little embarrassed to take it out.

"As expected of Lu Zhenfu, it was brought up by Miss Gu Si, with such talent—" The talented scholars quickly found the reason why Lu Bai was able to surpass them in talent. With Miss Gu Si's cultivation, even a mediocre talent can become a talented person. Talented people.

"Why didn't I notice that Governor Lu is so talented before?" Everyone was amazed. If I knew this earlier, I should have asked him for advice.

This may be beneficial in spring.

Ms. Gu Si liked to give advice on the studies of people in the imperial examinations, and many people benefited a lot from the imperial examinations.

"Hey, it's not that Lu Zhenfu's talent in practice has covered up his literary talent." Another young master said to the fan.

The person next to him tore up the poem he had written in his hand when he heard the words, "This Luzhen Fusi is too evil, it's just that his practice is beyond the reach of others, and this poem does not give people a chance."

Everyone is a tasteful person, knowing that Lu Bai's poem sounds catchy in vernacular, but it is really difficult to write.

Sometimes too simple is not easy to write.

The poems transcribed by Lu Bai quickly spread to the female relatives.

Gu Qinghuan was reminiscing about the past with King Luo's biological mother.

King Luo's biological mother was sister Gu Qinghuan's personal maid, and later when sister Gu Qinghuan married into the deep palace, she also followed Jinle Palace.

She has been serving her sister since she was a child, so Gu Qinghuan is also familiar with her.

Although she is Luo Wang's biological mother, she is also very respectful to Gu Qinghuan, and keeps talking about Miss.

Although Gu Qinghuan corrected her, Luo Wang's birth mother could never change her words.

Or maybe she didn't want to change her mouth.

Luo Wang's biological mother knew that the only hope for Luo Wang to come out now, seemed to be with the officials, but in fact it was with the Gu family.

Once the Gu family abandons King Luo, other families will also abandon King Luo.

After all, what the aristocratic family strives for is profit, and there will be no aristocratic family that pushes Luo Wang to come to power, so that the Gu family, who cannot be avoided by Luo Wang, will take advantage of it.

They were chatting when suddenly a poem was passed to Luo Wang's biological mother.

"Oh?" Luo Wang's biological mother glanced at it and then smiled, "Miss, they have already published a good poem in the poetry club below. Guess who wrote it?"

Gu Qinghuan glanced at the note, "It can't be Lu Bai."

Luo Wang's biological mother handed it to her, "It is indeed him. He is worthy of being the child taught by the young lady since he was a child. He is talented, and what's more rare is that he has a talent for cultivation."

She felt that this poem was Lu Bai's combination of his practice and literary talent.

Gu Qinghuan glanced down, smiled and shook his head.

This was obviously not written by Lu Bai.

She knew how much Lu Bai weighed too much.

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Chapter 378 Killing Intent

But Gu Qinghuan didn't say anything.

Of course, a man of his own family has to be protected by his own family.

She put down the note, "It's okay, maybe I heard a few words from the senior in the door, and then added a complete one myself."

She's not just being modest, it's also about lowering expectations.

Lu Bai didn't even understand classical Chinese, so he had to rely on ignorance if he made a little fuss about it. In case he showed timidity on some occasion in the future, he would have an excuse and room for maneuver.

"That's amazing." Luo Wang's biological mother murmured, "Others laugh at me as crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it—this must be a word spoken by someone so far away from the world."

She put down the note, and said firmly: "Needless to say, with just this sentence, Lu Zhenfu envoy will also win the top spot and become the top poet of the Qingming Poetry Festival."

Lu Qing laughed happily, on the surface he didn't say anything, but in his heart he also felt that the poem was good, and he didn't know where Lu Bai got it from.

Did she know that Lu Bai didn't have the chicness of "if you compare flowers and wine to chariots and horses, he has to drive and I have leisure", and he couldn't write such poems with such a state of mind.

She reckoned that this poem might have been obtained on the waterfall.

The Taoist priest who practiced on the waterfall must have such a detached state of mind and experience.

While Gu Qinghuan was meditating, Luo Wang's birth mother had already passed down this poem.

Unlike the previous ones where all the talented young scholars gathered, almost all the family members gathered here were family members of aristocratic families and officials. When they circulated the poem, they were full of praise, and some of them even moved to matchmaking.

Lu Bai is a favorite in the capital, and many unmarried girls are staring at him.It's not easy to meet Lu Qinghuan once, if you don't take this opportunity to get closer, how long are you going to wait.

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"The peach blossoms in the mountain temple are not half red, and the branches are already full of bees. Slanting wind and drizzle—" Wang Changkang pondered.It's been a long time since he wrote poetry, but fortunately he often writes plays, so he's not new to this skill.

It's just that he wanted to write a poem that could surpass Lu Bai's "Qingming", so he kept thinking about it and didn't write it down.

However, just before he could make a move, news came from outside, "Lu Bai wrote a poem at the Xishan Poetry Conference. He heard that he was overwhelmed by Xishan's talents, and he has already decided that this poem is the top poem."

"It's Lu Bai again."

"A poem about Qingming makes the capital city afraid to use Qingming as the title. I don't know what will happen to this poem. It's quite exciting."

"I wrote this poem at the very beginning. I must have prepared it in advance. It's boring. What's the point of this poem?" Some people dropped their pens and stopped writing.

"I want to see what good poems this country boy can write this time."

"Hey, what are you talking about, people are cultivated by Miss Gu Si, let alone in the countryside, even if they grow up among monsters, they are no worse than you."

Talented people talked about it.

But after Kang Wang took the transcribed poem, they stopped and pricked up their ears to listen.

I have to admit that they are all people who write and understand poetry. Lu Bai's previous Qingming song shocked them, and they don't know what will happen with this one.

Wang Changkang also looked away from the peach blossom forest, and looked at Kang Wang quietly.

In terms of talent, he thinks he won't lose to anyone, and so does Lu Bai. He wants to see what Lu Bai wrote.

Kang Wang glanced at the paper and narrowed his eyes, then handed the paper to the little eunuch beside him for the little eunuch to read.

The little eunuch does just that.

He took the paper, cleared his throat, and read aloud, "Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Immortal in Peach Blossom Temple. The Peach Blossom Immortal planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms for wine money—"

Wang Changkang frowned.

Just these two sentences, without any embellishment in the vernacular, put a detached peach blossom fairy on the paper, which shows the skill of writing poets.

Wang Changkang is a practitioner.

As a disciple of the Liyuan, when he first entered the Liyuan, he thought that he was facing some detached and accomplished people, but after getting along for a long time, he realized that these people were also vulgar.

It's just that their vulgarity lies in practice.

In order to cultivate, they will use all means to scramble for resources, even swearing at each other and fighting.

At first, Wang Changkang was very disappointed, because this was not the practice he had imagined, and these people didn't have a trace of immortality at all. Later, Wang Changkang gradually integrated into it.

Because he knows that the so-called practice of the people is just seeking longevity, and seeking longevity is just greedy for the world, unwilling to close their eyes and go away, and practice itself is an act of greed.

That being the case, intrigue among practitioners has become natural.

Over time, even Wang Changkang forgot what he imagined a practitioner to be like. Until today, Lu Bai pushed a poem in front of him.

"Others laugh at me too crazy, I laugh at others and can't see through." Wang Changkang muttered, full of admiration in his heart, but after subconsciously touching his cheek, Wang Changkang's face changed.

The great shame and humiliation must be reported!

It doesn't matter if Lu Bai has poetic feelings, Wang Changkang also wants to trample him under his feet, making him regret what he has done.

Of course, there is no rush now.

Their bet on the play has just begun.

However, it is still possible to overwhelm Lu Bai by writing a poem.

Therefore, Wang Changkang ignored the exclamation, astonishment and jealousy of Kang Wang and everyone present, but turned around and continued to look at the drizzle and the peach blossoms, lost in thought.

Compared with the romance of peach blossoms in Huangzhuang, Qinhuai in the drizzle has a unique style.

A boat floats on the misty Qinhuai River.

The red girl dances to the sound of the zither, standing on the bow of the boat in a red dress, behind her is the drizzle, the smoked willows on the riverside, the rippling green water of the Qinhuai River, and the ducks floating on the river.In the ripples of the drizzle, they sometimes drill down to look for food, and sometimes they shake their feathers in the drizzle, making more ripples.

Just one song, and the dance of the red girl also stopped.

In an instant, the boat quieted down, only the sound of drizzle was left, like a lover whispering softly in the ear, which made everyone feel a little more kind to the rain.

"it is good!"

After a while, everyone applauded loudly.

The red girl saluted, "Young masters, I can dance now, and my morale has also been boosted. Next, it depends on my own ability."

The young masters closed their fans and reassured Miss Hong, "Half of the talented scholars on the Qinhuai River have arrived today. Don't worry, Miss Hong, we will definitely be able to write an excellent poem."

At that time, not only the Red Chamber Poetry will become famous, but those who attended the meeting will be left in the history books.

The title of the poem has already been selected, so I will take Yanliu as the title.

Just as everyone was about to start writing, a black-covered boat quickly rowed over from the shore, and a young boy came out of the cabin and boarded the painting boat, and handed a piece of paper to the red girl.

The red girl took it and glanced at it, then let out a soft "Huh", bowed her head and began to read carefully.

Seeing that he didn't speak, everyone looked at him together.

The son of the Lu family asked: "Miss Hong, what's the matter, but what masterpieces have been produced at other poetry fairs? Read it to us soon."

The red girl said: "Mr. Lu is really ingenious. There is indeed a remarkable poem in other poetry conferences. It may not be perfect in terms of allusions and literary talent, but this artistic conception can be said to be extraordinary and refined, which is impressive. .”

When Miss Hong said this, everyone's curiosity was aroused.

Poetry, no matter how gorgeous the words are, if there is no artistic conception, everything is useless.

They told the red girl to read quickly,

Miss Hong didn't refuse either. After scanning the poem, she read it softly. The first sentence at the beginning was shocking. "Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Immortals in Peach Blossom Temple. Isn't this talking about the Peach Blossom Temple?" ?

After reading this poem thoroughly, all the young masters looked at each other, and the young master of the Lu family felt more and more that this poem had something to do with Peach Blossom View.

How did Peach Blossom Temple fall apart in the first place?

It cannot be said that the disciples of Peach Blossom Temple are tired of fame and fortune, but at least they are not so keen on ascension, and turned to find other ways of practice. Then they broke with Peach Blossom Temple and went to the deep mountains and old forests to establish Peach Blossom Temple.

This Peach Blossom Temple song may be written about the mentality of these Peach Blossom Temple priests.

Therefore, Mr. Lu said firmly: "This poem must have been written by the Taoist priests of Taohua Temple. I didn't expect them to appear in the capital. However, they express their indifference to fame and wealth in their poems. In fact, they are not. If they were not, they would not use this poem. You became famous at the poetry meeting, didn’t you?”

You sons and gifted scholars are deeply convinced after hearing this.

The red girl gave Mr. Lu a strange look, and then said: "Mr. Lu guessed wrong, this poem—is still written by Lu Zhen Fushi."

"What!" Mr. Lu was startled.

The people present also discussed, and after marveling at Lu Bai's talent, they suddenly realized, "It's also a vernacular, and this poem is similar to that of "Qingming". It seems that it was indeed written by Lu Zhenfu." hands."

"This is Lu Zhenfu, there is a Qingming song, and a Peach Blossom Nunnery song. This is to steal the limelight."