Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

The sudden change made Murong Fu unable to recover for a while.

After thinking about it carefully, it is in line with the Xiaoyao sect's behavior. Using martial arts to judge respect is the custom of low-level disciples of the Beggar Clan. There are many elegant scholars in the world who have a heart for music and a courage for swords, and they sing about the mountains and forests. The eight friends of Hangu, who are members of the Xiaoyao sect, are typical representatives. Thinking about the appearance of Gou Du, one of the eight friends, who seems to be crazy but not insane, and is both foolish and wise, it is not difficult to imagine how their master Su Xinghe taught them.

He stopped his cup, cleared his chopsticks, and walked toward the river, deep in thought.

At this time, the setting sun has fallen, and the rays of light fill the river. The summer breeze blows on people's faces with the unique dryness of the north, refreshing them. The wind blows on the sleeves, and there is a sound of hunting. Thousands of miles of water waves, turbid waves towering into the sky, one piece of water like a chain, connecting the sky and the earth. The sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and trees seem to be a huge cage at this moment. All living beings are locked up in the cage for a long time.

In the distance, a boatman struggled to support the raft. Under the huge waves, the small boat seemed so fragile that it could not even hold up a wave. However, the boatman just tapped his pennies twice and easily avoided one wave after another. Although the wind and waves were rough, the boatman was taking a leisurely stroll.

The evening breeze brought a piece of lyrics sung by a boatman, and the old voice sounded a bit sad in the night wind.

"Both the northern and southern capitals are not accepted, and the spring and autumn are spent on both sides of the Yellow River. There is no need to be afraid of heavy rain and strong winds. I am obsessed with the waterscape and my heart is at ease."

Su Xinghe's eyes narrowed, like an old cat under the winter sun. In the past few decades, he had been living like a shrunken quail. He had seen the waves on the top of Leigu Mountain countless times, and it only brought him dissatisfaction and worry.

He asked if he really wanted to make things difficult for Murong Fu, a warrior who was so good at writing and writing. After all, how much energy can a person have in his life? It is not easy to master hundreds of schools of martial arts, so how can you put more effort into this?

But after all, it is a bit regretful. In this situation, how wonderful it would be if Kang Guangling and Gou Du's disciples were here? In the past, he had no choice but to expel these disciples from the sect. I wonder how he has been living these years? Except for Xue Laowu, there is no news at all about others.

Seeing that Murong Fu was silent for a long time, he thought that the topic he talked about had embarrassed the other person, so he quickly smoothed things over: "In the past, the great scholar Su Dongpo wrote the word "Niannujiao" in Chibiji, Huangzhou, and Jiangshan wrote it. Single Road to the Three Kingdoms Zhou Lang alone has written about the romances of celebrities throughout the ages. Brother Yu thinks that he should be the number one in chanting history through the ages. Junior brother can take advantage of Su Xueshi's influence and imitate it into one sentence, wouldn't it be beautiful?"

Murong Fu smiled slightly: "What senior brother said reminded me of what happened to a poor scholar in my hometown in the past. He had great talent in his life, tried too hard to succeed, and wandered between Chu and Han. Recalling the bitter hardships for many years, he finally I wrote down the word Erque in Jiangyinkou. At that time, my junior brother felt that it had a profound meaning, so I recited it silently. I will write it down silently today to make my senior brother smile."

As he spoke, he picked up a pair of silver chopsticks on the table, walked to a mountain wall, and wrote the first three characters with chopsticks instead of writing and stone instead of paper:

Linjiangxian

Then he moved his chopsticks like the wind, pouring his strong inner strength into the chopsticks, and the hard mountain wall was easily cut open like a piece of soft tofu. The stone fragments flew away with the evening wind, and after a cup of tea, two iron-hook silver paintings with fifty-four characters suddenly appeared on the mountain wall.

the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero. Success or failure turned empty. Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

White-haired fisherman Qiao Jiangzhu, used to watch the autumn moon and spring breeze.A pot of muddy wine rejoiced to meet each other.Many things, ancient and modern, are in the middle of a joke.

After finishing the article, Murong Fu threw away his chopsticks and said, "Brother, please read it!"

Su Xinghe came closer and watched intently, without saying a word for a long time.

After about a cup of tea, Su Xinghe smiled and said: "Junior brother, I sincerely invite you, why are you teasing me?"

Murong Fu asked in surprise: "Senior brother, what do you mean?"

Su Xinghe shook his head: "Although the meaning of this poem is simple, the artistic conception it contains is extremely broad and grand. In just over fifty words, it can describe the romantic stories of heroes throughout the ages. It takes a lot of ups and downs to see through the world's fame and wealth. It was only later that it was possible to write such a word. Although the word "Nian Nujiao" by Xiao Su is quite similar in artistic conception to the song "Linjiang Immortal" by his junior brother, it is still inferior. Such a word could not have come from a It is not the mouth of a scholar. Even Huang Chao in the late Tang Dynasty, and Luo Yin just mentioned, are just resentful and expressing dissatisfaction, far from the see-through indifference in this word."

He paused, then smiled and said: "Senior brother at first thought that this poem was written by my junior brother. After all, it fits the scene in front of me, but after thinking about it, it is wrong after all. Junior brother is young and promising, just when the spring breeze is triumphant, the fat horse is light, and the How could he do such a thing of seeing through all kinds of things and taking a boat on the five lakes? There is another author of this work. But my senior brother has just searched through the dry intestines, and I really can’t find an author with this kind of temperament among the famous people in the past."

After saying this, he twirled his goatee and said with emotion: "What a pity that such a great talent is unknown!"

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows: I have to say that the little old man's vision is extremely vicious. In just a few sentences, the whole thing is analyzed to a close. Indeed, in every aspect, Yang, a talented scholar who passed the imperial examination at a young age and was the son of a famous scholar, has nothing to do with the down-and-out scholar who is not ranked behind.

Murong Fu smiled, but did not feel embarrassed. Although Su Xinghe pointed out his identity as a copycat, he had no intention of taking advantage of others' beauty from the beginning.

"Senior brother is right. The author is indeed not a bad scholar, but he can still be regarded as a down-and-out scholar. There are twists and turns that even junior brother cannot describe."

Just kidding, you can’t say that the author was born four hundred years later, right?

Fortunately, he didn't take out "It's still up to now", otherwise the little old man would be so scared that he would pee?

It was really hard for him to explain to the little old man. After all, Su Xinghe's name as "Mr. Congbian" was more real than his own, Nan Murong's. It's really not easy to fool the little old man. He had no choice but to clasp his hands behind his back, blowing the evening breeze, and meditate.

At the end of the day, Youyouran said: "Senior brother, if I say there is a fairyland in this world, do you believe it?"

Su Xinghe said in surprise: "Is there really a fairyland in this world? Yes, such wonderful words can only be written by an immortal who has seen through the wind and moon in the world."

Murong Fu:? ? ?

This is okay, don’t you question it?

Seeing Murong Fu's surprised look, Su Xinghe smiled and said: "Junior brother, our Xiaoyao sect is a branch of Taoism. We cultivate a mind that is different from ordinary people in the world. It cannot be inferred by common sense."

He looked around, as if to make sure there was no one around: "Master once mentioned that the supreme martial arts of our Xiaoyao sect is a technique called "The Six Qi Techniques of Imperial Control". According to the master, Your Majesty said, the founder of our Xiaoyao Sect relied on this technique to travel around the world and become immortal."

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