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Chapter 108 I don't know the true face of Mount Tai

"After Tianya read the poems of 'Poet Saint Du Fu' for his teacher, he wanted to take a look at Mount Tai. I must climb to the top of Mount Tai and try what it feels like to 'Look at all the small mountains'."

"Master, are you going to teach me how to write poetry again today?"

Yaoyao curled her lips and said: "Poetry Saint? It doesn't matter. No matter how good a person writes poetry, I can chop off his hands so that he can't write poetry. If this person dictates it, I can also cut out his tongue."

Yaoyao received a different education since he was a child, and he looked down on those literati who wrote poems and paintings from the bottom of his heart.The so-called learning literature in prosperous times and martial arts in troubled times, no matter how good a person's literary talents are in these troubled times, it is useless, and martial arts are still important.

Zong Xin sighed: "No matter how powerful your martial arts are, after you die, there will be nothing more than a wisp of smoke and a handful of loess, but these poems can be passed down to future generations. Think about how many martial arts masters there are in the Tang Dynasty, and their cultivation may not be as advanced as today's." Xiang Yangchai, but how many names can you name? Let’s look at the poets and poets, their poems can be said to be well-known and famous, do you still think that martial arts are more important than literary talent?”

Yaoyao suddenly felt that this made sense, and it was true.The Tang Dynasty has gone through 300 years. How many martial arts leaders like Bu Xiangyang have emerged in these 300 years?How many people are proud of the world?But how many people remember their names?Although these literati could not control the world, or even have the power to restrain a chicken, it is indeed strange that their names and poems can be handed down to future generations.

"You are wrong. Although the names of these martial arts masters have not been passed down, their martial arts have been passed down, right?" Zhao Kuangyin smiled and said: "The martial arts you and I have learned..."

"Didn't Nine Heavens True Qi be created by Nuwa? Not a literati. Overlord Spear and Troubled Times Art were created by Xiang Yu, not a literati. I don't know who created my Dionysus Curse. I guess this person is an alcoholic." Zong Xin immediately pushed back what Zhao Kuangyin said, and Zhao Kuangyin couldn't reply because none of the martial arts they learned were created by so-called martial arts masters.

"Let's do the math." Yaoyao said in a low voice, "This was created by Lei Hong, so it will surely be famous forever, isn't it?"

Zong Xin became angrier the more he heard it, but they were right.Although martial arts masters have no poems handed down to later generations, their martial arts have survived.It's a pity that these martial arts will be abandoned sooner or later, and only poems will remain in the end.

"It's nonsense to tell you, anyway, you don't understand." Zong Xin looked around, suddenly saw Li Yu, and immediately shouted: "Li Shaoxia, these two ordinary people don't understand the charm of poetry, I still want to chat with you."

Li Yu immediately stepped forward and said with a smile: "Master Zongxin is still so funny, but I agree with the master's point of view. I have been fond of reading poetry since I was a child..."

"Keep your voice down. How can you study if you are blind? Although the few of us know that you are not, you can't make it so obvious."

Li Yu knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, and whispered: "I have liked poetry and books since I was a child, but my literary talent is not as good as everyone's. I haven't written a good poem that I am satisfied with for so many years."

"I've said it all, writing poems is not enough to write lyrics. With Li Shaoxia's literary talents, if he writes poems, he will be famous forever and be admired and worshiped by future generations." Zong Xin chuckled lightly: "The poor monk dares to guarantee with his head that after a thousand years People will still relish Shaoxia's poems."

Li Yu said: "Could it be that Master can also calculate this? Can my poems really be immortalized?"

"It was just a polite comment. It's a bit shameless of you to ask like this."

…………Awkward, very embarrassing.Although Li Yu admired Zong Xin, an accomplished monk, he knew very well that the person Zong Xin really wanted to support was Zhao Kuangyin, not anyone else, so he was slightly hostile to Zong Xin.

Zong Xin sighed: "Since ancient times, there have been many poems about Mount Tai, but only the poet Du Fu's "Wang Yue" can reflect the majesty of Mount Tai. The heroic spirit of the sentence "will be the top of the mountain, and see the small mountains at a glance" is even poetic Li Bai also sighed that he was not as good. Li Bai, a poet, wrote many poems about Mount Tai, but none of them can compare with this one."

Li Yu prefers Li Bai's poems. Li Yu's own style is more graceful, while Li Bai is chic.As for Du Fu, a tragic poet, his style does not match his own at all.What's more, both of them are surnamed Li, so Li Yu likes the poet Li Bai very much, but Li Yu can't refute Zong Xin's words.

It is true that there are countless poems written about Mount Tai throughout the ages, but that Lieshun' will be the top of the mountain, and you can see all the small mountains' is very popular.In comparison, Li Bai's poems about Mount Tai are not good.

"Otherwise, master Zong Xin mentioned a poem to see if it can surpass the sentence of Du Fu, the great poet." Li Yu deliberately raised the bar. Even if Zong Xin was right, he said that Li Bai was not as good as Du Fu, and Li Yu was a little bit because of this. not happy.

Zong Xin immediately shook his head: "No, no, how can this poor monk dare to compare with the poet sage? The poor monk's literary talent is average and he rarely writes poems. He should focus on winning the Red Emperor and forget about writing poems."

"It is said that Master Zongxin speaks well. I must write a good poem for everyone to appreciate today." Li Yu deliberately raised his voice, and many people not far away turned their heads to look at Zongxin.Being choked here, Zong Xin was also unable to get off the tiger.

Zong Xin took a deep breath and considered carefully, and then said: "Looking horizontally, it looks like mountains and peaks, and the heights are different. I don't know the true face of Mount Tai, only because I am in this mountain."

"What a poem..."

"Good poem~"

Although Li Yu is somewhat hostile to Zong Xin, the poem just now...is really good, very good.I really don't know how to describe it, but it's really good.Li Yu really didn't expect that Master Zong Xin had such talent.

"I don't know the true face of Mount Tai, only because I am in this mountain... Well, Zongxin~ that's great." Zhao Kuangyin said: "Although I don't like dancing and writing, this poem is really good. And there are many meanings in it. The great mountain, for a king, he cannot see the whole picture in the mountain, and only by jumping out of the court and the field can he know the suffering of the world."

Zhao Kuangyin's enlightenment will always be related to major events in the world, which Zong Xin has long expected. Zhao Kuangyin has always had ambitions only because of the existence of his elder brother Zhao Kuangji, so he suppressed his talents.

Li Yu kept nodding. This sentence was indeed well written. He originally wanted to make Zong Xin look bad, but he felt ashamed for it.Zong Xin also said that his literary talent was not good and he rarely wrote poems. As a result, he was also a master among masters in literature.

However, Zhao Kuangyin is right when he says, "I don't know the true face of Mount Tai, just because I am in this mountain." Under a certain environment, it is indeed impossible to see the whole picture. Only if you can get out of this environment can you see everything at a glance.This poem is not only literary, but also has a lot of meaning, which is admirable.

"Master, would you like me to write down this poem? Maybe it will be immortalized like you said."

Zong Xin said: "No, no, it's just a humble work. Just recite it casually, no need to record it."

I almost made Li Yu crazy. In fact, Li Yu was thinking as soon as he arrived in Tai'an that he must write a good poem after finally getting to Mount Tai.I had been holding it in for more than half a month without even letting out a fart. It was so good when someone else casually chanted it. Moreover, in Zong Xin's eyes, it was still a poor work and there was no need to record it.

If you write such a good poem yourself, you must write it down and distribute it to all officials of the Tang Dynasty to let them appreciate your talent.

Zong Xin was originally a man of influence, and this poem quickly spread to the ears of all martial arts people.Although they are not literati, they can recognize whether a poem is good or bad.Crucially, the poem has a lot of meaning.

Many people present came to Mount Tai to capture the Red Emperor with the highest order of a country, so they naturally knew that this poem was good.Their understanding is similar to that of Zhao Kuangyin. Sometimes when they are officials in the court, they can't see the court clearly, but the people all over the world know the court well. Perhaps this is the meaning of "I don't know the true face of Mount Tai, only because I am in this mountain".

At some point, there was a white-robed scholar standing next to Zong Xin. This white-robed scholar only had a very thin sword hanging on him, and his white robe looked a bit like a Taoist robe.The face is extremely beautiful, the age should be around 30 years old, Sanliuhu is in a state of immortality.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, we meet again, little monk."

Zong Xin immediately pointed to the white-robed scholar, his eyes were bigger than a cow's. He recognized the scholar. He had just escaped from Lingyun Temple and came to a tavern, where he saw Meng Chang and Yeluhong.This white-robed scholar was also present, and he was very low-key. He only said one sentence, Zong Xin's couplet could be drunk.

"You... you you... want a drink?"

The white-robed scholar immediately took the Dionysian gourd from Zong Xin's waist and took a sip. If Zong Xin's couplet that day could drink wine, today's poem could certainly drink it too.

At the same time, Zhao Kuangyin and Tian Ya also pointed to the white-robed scholar, because they also recognized him.Two months ago, Zong Xin was cut off by Wu Yanhongyu's "shaving bone style". At that time, he originally wanted to send Zong Xin to Chang'an. If it was Bu Xiangyang, he would definitely be cured, but this white-robed scholar was in the way. When he left, he blocked it, but pushed Zong Xin's carriage away, causing Zong Xin to fall off the cliff.

At that time, the saddest thing was Tian Ya. He was a child without much strength. At that time, Master had a dead end, so he chose to save Zhao Ziyan in the car, and watched Master fall. Tian Ya cried for half a month because of this incident. .

"I'm fighting with you, Xiaobai bit him." Tianya immediately patted Xiaobai's neck, but the white wolf didn't move. The sense of smell of wolves is far more sensitive than that of humans. The white wolf can clearly feel that this person is extremely dangerous. It must be a dead end to open your mouth to bite him.But he has no hostility for the time being, so it's better not to mess with him.

Zhao Kuangyin said: "You shameless Taoist priest, last time..."

"What do you ordinary people know?" The scholar in white robe said with a smile: "If it hadn't been for the collision with the poor Taoist, Zong Xin would have died long ago, wouldn't he? It's not an exaggeration to accept ten thousand taels of gold from you. Little monk, that poem just now was so good , Although the poor monk has wine, it is not as delicious as the food in this gourd, so he came here specially to borrow a sip of wine. Now that the work is done, the poor monk takes his leave."

After speaking, the white-robed scholar slowly walked into the crowd, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Drunk Immortal Mochizuki?" Zong Xin exclaimed in surprise, "It's exactly the same as mine."

Not only Zong Xin, but even Yaoyao and Zhao Kuangyin are very familiar with this technique.The Taoist uses the Moon-Watching Step of the Drunken Immortal, because Zong Xin also uses this movement method, but the two are completely incomparable.

(End of this chapter)