Xianwu Datang: Start with the rich woman

Chen Yanjun thought hard about the masterpieces of his previous life, but he couldn't find a suitable seven rhythms for mountain climbing and comprehension.

He suddenly realized a problem.

Why did the writers in those online novels in the previous life always copy poems so smoothly that they perfectly blended into the plot?

He suddenly understood.

It turned out that the author first selected the poems, and then designed a suitable plot according to the poems.

However, in the real situation, Wenchaogong encounters propositional composition, which has many restrictions...

Without the strong support of the author, Wen Chao Gong would not be so easy to be!

Fortunately, the previous contest has already been won, otherwise the current situation is really a bit panic.

Chen Yanjun raised his head and glanced at the princess... the sword beside him made him want it a little bit.

Moreover, Mrs. Zhang's expression just now was really too hateful, and she couldn't sneak attack on any poems.

Chen Yanjun thought hard, looked up, and saw that [-]% of the stick of incense had been burned.

Cui Yourong and Xiaoyue, as well as Du Qiuzhuo beside the princess, all had sweaty palms from nervousness.

Weird feeling.

Obviously Chen Yanjun has won the martial arts strategy, but everyone still doesn't want to see him lose in poetry.

It can be seen that people in the Tang Dynasty attached great importance to poetry and prose. Only poetry can be amazing and can be regarded as a real talent!

At the same time, Mr. Zhang, who is opposite the Eight Immortals' Table, seems to have finished writing the book.

Seeing that Chen Yanjun was still thinking hard, he said in a very low voice:

"You don't have to force it. It's just a mortal. It's not shameful to write some landscapes and willows casually."

Chen Yanjun was startled suddenly.

Mountains and rivers, flowers and willows...

Mountain darkly, vista!

Seven Laws!

Sentiment!

The author, Lu You, was born in the Song Dynasty!

perfect.

"Thank you!"

Chen Yanjun thanked him in a low voice, then buried his head in writing.

After a hundred breaths of time, he wrote four lines of verse in one line——

Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wine and drunk, and he stays with chicken and dolphin in good years.

Mountain darkly, vista.

Xiao Gu followed the Spring Society and his clothes were simple and ancient.

From now on, if Xu is free to ride the moon, he will knock on the door all the time and night with his sword.

——"Traveling in Shanxi Village"

However, in order to fit the times, he changed the "zhu stick" in the last sentence to "zhu sword".

The protagonist in the poem becomes younger in an instant, and the poem loses its village flavor and becomes extremely elegant.

It means climbing the mountain to find the legendary swordsman and hermit, and encountering all kinds of simple mortal lives on the way...

Although some forced explanations, Chen Yanjun couldn't copy better ones right now, so he could only make do with it.

What's more, integrating into the lives of mortals is indeed a kind of practice!

For example, Hua Fan in the comprehension novel "Immortal Rebellion" is written in this way.

For example, Chen Yanjun and Senior Han Ping have both reached the third level of nourishing qi, and can practice in ordinary people's daily life.

If others can't understand it, it means that the realm has not been reached, so don't blame him!

Stable.

Steady!

……

Sandalwood burnt out.

It's time.

A servant from the Cui family came over, copied the poems of the two of them again, and handed them to Liu Sheren.

Liu Juzheng put down the teacup and picked up one of the poems first.

The boy's handwriting is really ugly...

Liu Juzheng pretended to be displeased, and didn't intend to read it carefully at all. He began to read poems while recognizing characters.

"The first song, "Climbing Bailu Mountain on a Snowy Night""

"Ahem, let me say something more, Bailu Mountain is a sacred place of Confucianism in the outer city, and many people have been there, so we can't judge that this poem was written by Mr. Zhang... Ordinary people can go up these years."

"I'll read it through first, and listen to it, everyone."

"

When the snow falls and the clear pool covers the fish, the fish are warm, and the clouds swallow the green trees, and the birds are frightened by the cold.

The wind whispers and the night is quiet, the shadows confuse the bright lights and the candles are far away.

The morning valley is painted in white and the painting is shallow, and the sun is splashing ink and floating smoke in the air.

The lonely Hongfei is tired and has nowhere to go, and the mountains are covered with frost, and he doesn't know how to return.

"

Chen Yanjun frowned, the more he listened, the more something was wrong.

This poem...not bad!

Was it really done by Mr. Zhang in front of you?

He was skeptical.

At the same time, I feel ashamed: Wen Chaogong always feels that good poems written by others must have been copied...

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The poem is written indiscriminately, lightly sprayed.

Chapter 0022

In the Xianwu Tang Dynasty, immortal cultivation prevailed, Confucianism and Taoism flourished, and poetry gradually declined.

Especially those who practice truth, write poems in accordance with the spiritual breath, with one heart, and do not strictly follow the rhythm of the poems.

Practitioners, whether they have poetic talent or not, are all Li Bai, and what they write is called a free and unrestrained one.

You can't say it yet, after all, he is really a poet.

Li Bai's so-called poetry fairy is the fairy in poetry.

The so-called poetry immortals by cultivators, the poems written by immortals, are like rainbow farts released by fairies.

Chen Yanjun recited it carefully in his heart, and found that the poem written by Mr. Zhang was a typical one with a single heart, emphasizing images and despising mediocrity.

According to the aesthetics of Chen Yanjun's Qilu in his previous life, this poem is a little unflattering, and there are too many rescues.

But according to the poetic aesthetics of Xianwu Tang Dynasty, Chen Yanjun felt that although this poem was not comparable to Lu You's "You Shanxi Village", it was still not bad.

Liu Juzheng drank tea and sobered up, feeling more confused in his eyes.

"Liu has little talent and learning, and can only try to understand the general meaning of the poem. The specific merits and demerits must be judged by you."

After throwing out a disclaimer, Liu Juzheng began to explain the poem shaking his head.

"In the first sentence of "Climbing Bailu Mountain on a Snowy Night", the snow falls on the clear pool and the fish are warmed, and the clouds swallow the green trees and the birds are frightened."

"Snow falling on the clear pond is like covering the swimming fish with a quilt, which will make people feel a little warm."

"The floating clouds engulfed the mountains and forests, frightened the birds parked on the trees, and made people feel a little chill."

"Liu guessed that the meaning in the poem is that snow can make people feel warm, and clouds can make people feel cold. Maybe cold and warm are just appearances."

"This is when the poet climbed the mountain, he questioned whether the mountain is a mountain at the first level of nourishing qi."

When Chen Yanjun heard it, he thought that Mr. Liu's analysis was too good... Could it be you who wrote it?

Liu Juzheng took a sip of tea and continued to explain the poem:

"The second sentence: The wind hangs and whispers, and the night is quiet, and the shadows confuse the bright lights and the candles are far away."

"Climbing the mountain on a snowy night, the poet clearly hears whispers from the wind, but listens carefully but is extremely quiet; suddenly sees a bright light in front of him, looks carefully, but the light gradually fades away until it disappears..."

"This sentence is written about the practice of meditation. The poet tried to enter the meditation before entering the nightmare illusion, but he couldn't enter it. He couldn't grasp the illusory illusion around him."

Chen Yanjun was shocked.

He is a college student in the Chinese Department, and his reading comprehension is not so slippery...

Liu Juzheng continued:

"Look at the third sentence again. The morning valley is painted in white and the painting is shallow, and the sun is splashing ink and floating smoke in the air."

"The poet trekked on a snowy night until dawn, when he suddenly found that the valley in the morning was covered with snow, like a flat white drawing, which lost its deep original appearance; Hanging like smoke over the valley."

"The general meaning of this sentence is: when it is dawn, the poet has just touched the phantom of the nightmare air, trying to enter the second state of nourishing qi, seeing that the mountain is not a mountain, and everything in front of him has become a painting of line drawing and splashing ink."

When Chen Yanjun heard it, Master Liu didn't force his explanation, there was indeed such a meaning in the poem.

"The fourth sentence, the lonely Hong Fei is tired and has no place to rest, and the mountain is full of frost and does not know how to return."

As he said that, Liu Juxuan's eyes became moist.

"A lone goose strayed into the snow-capped mountains, tired of flying, and had nowhere to settle; in a blink of an eye, his head was all gray, but he was lost deep in the mountains for an unknown number of years."

"In the fourth sentence, the poet did not write about the specific nightmare illusion, but wrote that after experiencing the nightmare illusion, he suddenly discovered..."

Having said that, he glanced at Mrs. Zhang, and suddenly changed the topic.

"Cultivation must be tireless, and you must not give up lightly. Only when your hair is full of gray hair will you be rewarded."

When Chen Yanjun heard it, who are you fooling!

It should be that after experiencing the nightmare illusion, the poet suddenly discovered that the reality he experienced was the greatest nightmare illusion!

At this point, Chen Yanjun was sure that this poem could not be written by Mr. Zhang, but Liu Juzheng was the author of this poem... Probably he had prepared many poems with various themes in advance, and he happened to bet on one of them.

Obviously, Liu Juzheng has not yet entered the third stage of the technique of nourishing qi, and he is struggling to find the third stage... that's why he feels that Gu Hongfei is tired and has nowhere to go.

After reading it, a sense of sadness welled up in my heart.

Poetry is good poetry, but it is a pity that the realm of nourishing qi is not high.

Liu Juzheng was calm, and gradually regained his spirit in a trance.

"Well, this poem is not bad. It expresses the poet's will to practice tirelessly and search up and down."

Chen Yanjun thought, this is not the meaning at all, is this treating everyone as fools?

Liu Juzheng put down his poem, picked up another poem, pretended to read it seriously.

"Let's look at another one."

"Visiting Shanxi Village... The title of the poem is mountaineering, but the poem is about traveling to the mountain village. It's a bit frivolous, but it doesn't matter, as long as there is something to gain from the mountain."

"The first sentence, Mo Xiao Farm's Lajiu is pure, and there are enough chickens and pigs to keep customers in good years."

After reading, Liu Juzheng frowned slightly, unexpectedly feeling a sense of simplicity rushing towards his face.

Everyone also thinks this poem is too saliva...

Even Princess Ping'an Li Chan laughed loudly and said:

"Haha, you don't need to explain the first sentence Mr. Liu, even I can understand it."