Chapter 072 – Unknown Poem
The sun is setting, the afterglow is warm, Luo surname male son with a jug of wine in hand, gossiping in a stream of wonderful words, what the pro-righteousness do not care about the benefits and benefits of the discussion of people do not look at the success or failure, what the common people see nothing in front of them will put down the heart, but do not know that kung fu is only in the accident. Even Xu Fengyen, an outsider, listened with great interest, feeling full of vulgarity are suddenly reduced.
Not to mention the two have been on the Locke son’s heart secretly in love with the ladies, can not wait to snuggle up to the past, or simply go to the bed to listen to the teachings of the good, a few old Confucians also nodded frequently, apparently the Locke family’s son’s good feelings, not just because of his last name Locke, as when he met the horse thieves, this person will be in front of the escorts before the sword to resist the enemy, a good suave and elegant book sword, the future will not be a pool of things. There are Luo Gongzi threading the needle, the atmosphere is warm, a talented man improvised poetry, Su woman playing bamboo flute leisurely, the rest of the young men and women or clapping and agree, or beat the withered branches as a light drum, a happy and harmonious.
The old Confucian scholar Luo, who was wearing a scarf and a green shirt and hanging a jade at his waist, looked into the distance and lamented: “How big can a frog in the bottom of a well look at the sky at the mouth of the well? Open your eyes to see, the world is wide, the heart of the mind will also be wide open. So you young people na, is to take advantage of the body much better to go out and walk around, I with the family north, all the way to the war, their own displacement into the people, only to know the people’s suffering and difficulties, so to the north of the Mang, I think our group of old scholars, largely compared to those who stayed in the Central Plains of the scholars, to be less many flowers and snow, a few more points of human feelings. Our children, too, have much less of the anachronistic innocence of the scholars.”
Xu Fengyen twisted his two fingers, gently snapped a dead branch and threw it into the bonfire bush, nodded his head with a smile and said, “Old Mr. Luo’s words are very sensible.”
The old Confucian whose family lineage was also considered first class in the Northern Mang Southern Dynasty retracted his sight, looked at this extremely good-tempered young man, and laughed in a low voice, “Little brother Xu, Luo Changhe these and the crown scholars, although their mouths are not too polite, and they don’t have a good face, in fact, there is no ill feeling towards you, only that there is a woman of choice present, and when they met the horse thieves, they were taken away by you as an outsider, and they couldn’t turn the corner, and they were all of a sudden Can’t pull a face, I’m an old man is also a man, young, jealousy, can’t care about the warmth and gentleness, lost style, so little brother you sympathize with the understanding. Meeting each other is fate, in the future back to Gusai state, if you meet a difficult situation, the old man dare to guarantee that if they bumped into it, they will certainly quietly say a few words for you, but most likely won’t show up to say with the old brother that this matter is something that I’ve stepped in to help.”
Xu Fengnian nodded, the fact that the old Confucian around him was willing to put his arm around him, a commoner son of a worthless family, despite being a noble and famous scholar of a high family, was enough to say too much. This flower-armored old man is old and familiar with people’s hearts, and what he said is the truth with reason. The old Confucian laughed, rummaged around and managed to find a clean porcelain bowl from his traveling bag, handed it to Xu Fengnian, and asked, “Ping Shui meets each other, can you drink a glass of nothing?”
Xu Fengnian narrowed his eyes and smiled, “One cup is too little, as long as there is enough wine, any number of bowls will do.”
The old Confucian made a gesture to protect the deer skin wine bag with only half a bag left, feigning anger: “Can’t afford to drink a few bowls.”
Xu Fengnian laughed with a helpless face and said, “When we arrive in the city tomorrow, we will return the old gentleman’s bag of good wine.”
Nearby, two old men who were five or six years younger than Mr. Luo took advantage of the situation and laughed heartily, saying, “Little brother, don’t be too generous,” “That’s a good point.”
Xu Fengyen are promised to promise down, I do not know when a bowl of wine to drink to be a poem of the rules, the round, even Xu Fengyen side have not escaped, is five or six escorts where the campfire is also mostly twisted and popped out a few sentences of foul language slang, not what the five words and seven words, but from the mouth of the Hanzi said, there are a few points of coarse border style, not to talk about is deliberately to be embarrassed by Xu Fengyen as an outsider, under the eyes of the people! Under the eyes of the public, Xu Fengnian’s turn, the old Confucian surnamed Luo helped pour a bowl of wine, smiled and reminded: “You can not make a fuss about the Palace Palace Palace Grievance Poetry, nor recite the poetry of everyone in the poetry world, as long as you’re on your own, make up whatever you want.”
Xu Fengyen somehow remembered the Wudang Hui Mountain and Jiuhua Mountain several times to see the waterfall, and the tide on the banks of the Guangling River, remembered many stories of the deceased, just a mouthful of a bowl of spirits into the belly, to a chopstick, knocking on the rim of the bowl, ding dong sound, looking at the campfire, softly: “Lotus waterfalls of smoke pale pale, bullock waterfalls Thunderbolt, the only waterfalls of the Jiuhua waterfalls is not strange in the waterfalls odd ridge, such as a celestial person lying on the side of a large hillock, a large hillock, a large hillock, a small hillock, the waterfalls are not strange, but the waterfalls of the waterfalls of the waterfalls, the spine. The waterfall is not strange in the waterfall odd spine, such as the heavenly man lying on the side of a big hillock a humerus Zhang. The force can hold open 94,000 feet, like Dunhuang Flying Fairy Dress Roach. Release the green sky nine galaxies white, just like the old general two sideburns frost.”
The young men and women who had thought that this guy was going to make a fool of himself froze for a moment and then looked at each other in dismay, most of them were familiar with poetry and books and knew that this was just starting to raise an eyebrow, especially Luo Changhe and the woman surnamed Su who both frowned and chewed on the implications. Several old Confucians around Xu Fenian did not have so much to think about, while old Mr. Luo followed the boy’s catchy voice, lightly patting his thighs and squinting as he took a sip of wine.
“I came at the time of splashing ink rain, two cliffs tightly bound winds great anger. Clouds and waves at first surging ten thousand, floods take away the tourists road …… I have watched the tide more watch waterfalls, waterfalls under the static standing a white deer. In the blink of an eye, the two deer look at each other, the South Tang Dynasty, East Vietnam or West Shu?
This off-the-cuff verse, about too much unconventionality in the meter, so that people can not comment on the high and low, only to feel the chest gas shall not come out, such as that thousand waterfalls straight down, are piled up in a deep pool of reverberation.
Finally a scholar could not help but whisper: “Is this a poem or a word? It’s not a donkey or a horse, it doesn’t have any meaning.”
Another scholar cautiously asked, “There is no body, but there is still some meaning, right?”
Old Mr. Luo may be holding the bowl is not stable, hands splashed some wine, subconsciously stroking his beard, wet gray beard, but also do not care about these details, and the remaining two old scholar looked at each other with a smile, in the eyes of the heartfelt appreciation.
Three years of traveling back, in the city gate restaurant asked for a bowl of wine, said a small two on the wine and passed out, then the Wudi City end of the bowl and walk, and then to today’s prairie night knocking the bowl softly chanting. Xu Fengyin is like a lifetime ago, lost in thought, did not hear the words of those gentlemen and young ladies. Quietly lying in the lap of the short knife Spring Thunder, more than a light tremor. I don’t know if the old man of sheepskin fur, so-called sheath shall not chirp a chirp high in the sky, is not this mood.
The old Confucianism seems to be to cover the coffin, a deep laugh: “My hands write my mouth, my mouth says I think, can not be constrained by the former poetic style. Little brother, do you have a name for your poem?”
Xu Fengnian came back to his senses and said with a sweaty face, “I made it up on the spur of the moment, I don’t have one yet.”
An old scholar took a sip of wine, smacked his lips, and sighed with emotion, “It might as well be called the Song of Viewing Waterfalls and Getting Angry, it can teach my generation of fly-camping wordsmiths to give birth to a few pounds of righteousness.”
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, “The name is too big, I am really ashamed of it.”
The other few clumps of bonfires, all feeling a bit awkward, left one after another, either to go for a walk under the moon, or to go back to their tents to rest, only Luo Changhe and the woman surnamed Su got up and came to sit down, Luo Changhe laughed softly, “Mr. Xu’s chest is full of gullies, Mister Luo sighs in dismay.”
Several old scholars also got up and dispersed, Jiangshan or Jianghu, not to mention that the scholarly and literary world, ultimately it is all about the young people going to the new wood show in the old forest, but old Mr. Luo still kindly and quietly left behind the wine bag. Xu Fengyen shook his head and laughed to himself, “If I really say it’s a good poem, it’s only because I accidentally used up all the tiny bit of talent I had left in this life.”
Luo Changhe laughed bashfully, “Your Excellency’s self-effacement makes Mister Luo even more ashamed of himself. For example, my name of this book sword Lang, sounds quite like a thing, in fact, the origin is very bad. But is to spend money to let the literary world to help the idle advocate momentum, and the greenhouse prostitutes drink accidentally out of a few lines of poetry, thousands of dollars to buy drunkenness rather than buy meat can be said to be a true flirtation, to find a few so that the common people abhorred soft persimmons to pinch a bit, and the crown, and the scholarly celebrities to take a far-reaching and incomparably resounding word, reputation and word of mouth also snowballed out of the. You say such a book sword Lang, goods are not real price is not real, can have a couple of weight? This poem of Mr. Xu’s is going to be much more real.”
The corner of Xu Fengyen’s mouth curled up, “Mr. Luo is really greatly straightforward.”
Luo Changhe asked, “With such frankness, can we share a bowl of wine?”
The smiling woman surnamed Su helped pour the wine, and Xu Fengyen and Luo Changhe drank from the bowl.
Xu Fengyen laughed softly, “In fact, when it comes to writing poems, my second sister is the one who is truly talented, in the past I was not as good as Mr. Luo, I would only spend money to buy poems to fill up the doorway, with hindsight, and now looking back, it’s quite silly.”
The woman surnamed Su took small sips of wine, her smile a few points more sincere.
Luo Changhe raised his bowl and said, “Who is a young man who is not frivolous, Mister Luo toasts you for my friend, thanking you for your chivalrous help a few days ago. Bottoms up first.”
Another bowl of wine for each of them went down, Luo Changhe’s face was already red from drinking and hurt, he got up and apologized, “Can’t drink any more.”
Xu Fengyen and the woman surnamed Su got up together, the latter softly said, “Mr. Luo, take a walk together?”
Seeing Xu Fenian quietly winking at himself, Luo Changhe, whose heart was in the right place, blushed more and more, and went for a walk with his beauty. A lot of hard work finally paid off, Luo Changhe was in a good mood. All the way to the line, the celebrity style failed to convince the side of the pretty little lady, until this night surnamed Xu knocking bowl poetry, Luo Changhe just came to his senses, clear that the colorful woman does not like the past those dashing style, Luo Changhe is also decisive nature, put down the body frame, a put in the end, through the surname of Xu to reveal the heart of the opportunity to knock on the side of the attack, and sure enough, won the beauty of the heart, turned his head to see the young man standing in place of the surname of Xu to extend the Turning his head to see the young man surnamed Xu standing at the same place to extend his thumbs up, Luo Changhe returned a hand gesture, in the words.
Xu Fengyen picked a secluded direction and traveled alone, lying down on the bank of a river.
North Mang eight states, Gusei dragon waist two states adjacent to the northern Liang Youzhou Fengzhou, narrow Orange state is bordering the northern two Liao Liyang dynasty, Orange state north of Jinxi, far away, not to mention, will soon step into the Orange state, there is a list of martial arts evaluation of the festival order Muyong Bao Ding, Xu Fengyen of course, is not full to go to the fight with such a big man, this trip to the North Mang, there is still a clear line of reasoning, go to stay in the city is to kill people, to kill the young and strong faction of the military generals! Tao Qianzhi, is a slight contribution to Northern Liang, to Flying Fox City is to find people, looking for the man who taught Chen Zhi Bao and other war disciples of the cover, but it seems to be bad luck, the next should have been to go to the Jinxi state assassination of a royal tent Yelu’s descendants, and then temporarily flee south of Orange state, looking for a blacksmith sword maker, regardless of whether or not you can find, the next to be rushed to the northern ice field, but this is in the middle of the two Zen Temple Abbot intentional or unintentional Stirring up the situation, Xu Fengyen almost put his life on the grassland, said hate can not talk about, for this old monk is always very respectful, not to mention take people’s hands soft, sleeve of the living sheri jindan is not for nothing, but to say how grateful to the old monk, is certainly false, messed with the Tuoba Spring Falcon is not scary, involved the Tuoba family is the endless consequences.
Xu Fengnian pulled out a small wooden box with a four-square shape, raised it in front of his eyes, and then rotated it on his fingertips, Cao Changqing said that his whereabouts were leaked, and that two people smelled the scent and wanted to kill themselves, one of them is the fifth woman blind zither master in the ten great devils, and specializes in finger Xuan to kill the vajra? Since it is a Finger Xuan realm that is one level beyond Vajra, why is there a saying that it is good at it? Does it mean that this woman is the most skillful in killing Vajra realm experts?
Xu Fengyen flicked the small wooden box, shook his head, not to worry about these worries can not think of the answer, some look forward to seeing that hiding in the city of Orange State of the Spring and Autumn relics of the casting of swordsmiths, the big hidden in the dynasty, this is the old master of the Western Chu Sun Xiji stream to reach the realm of the small hidden in the wilderness, the academy lectures, fleeing Zen mountains and forests are so that the work does not become famous, but also is not bad, as for casting of swordsmiths this kind of in the city, seems to be the most rootless and high human spirit. The most no bone and high people gas attitude, but think of this blacksmith to shelter the identity of the character, Xu Fengyen also let go, can live itself is a feat, West Shu king family out of a sword emperor, in the north of the iron hooves of the Liang exhaustion of the war, the king to guard the country door, in order to martyrdom end.
But still was two loyal subjects desperately stole the young prince, a civil and a military, the civil is the spring and autumn honored scholar Zhao Dingxiu, the name of the military general is not known, only know is to the west Shu sword emperor sword casting and holding the sword, holding the sword for more than twenty years. It is said that a line of people fled to the South China Sea cliffs, jumped off the cliff and died, Xu Fengyen is out of the Northern Liang before knowing that this is not the case at all, the last time the Flying Fox City to find people, is Xu Snapdragon let himself with a message, this time it was replaced with the master Li Yishan, probably means that the four hundred years of Western Shu can be stretched on, provided that the Prince should now have more than twenty years old to go to the Northern Liang, Xu Fengyen is a little bit confused, Western Shu is the iron horsemen stepped on by the Northern Liang broken! The palace of Xishu was trampled by the iron horsemen of Northern Liang, and the throne of the country was trampled, can this kind of thing be negotiated? That sword maker will not meet and kill someone with red eyes? But I think master must have a countermeasure in the hearing tide pavilion, for this kind of dark current surging temple warping, in the past the sky collapsed anyway Xu Snapdragon carry Xu Fengyen has not been very attentive, but after all, since childhood in this dyepot, said Xu Fengyen is a layman in the field of officialdom, but also indeed underestimated the surface of this infamous son of his highness.
Xu Fengyen sat up, put away the living relics, and counted on his fingers.
Beiliang army in addition to the only remaining several veteran generals, the backbone of the largest force is probably Xu Snapdragon’s six sons, Chen Zhi Bao do not go to say more, Yuan Zuozong’s loyalty is beyond doubt, there is a “small Zhao Changling” reputation Ye Xizhen good at Yang conspiracy, the character of the openness, but with His Highness the son of His Highness can only be regarded as a relationship of sparse, proficient in the search for the dragon to investigate the sand of the Yao Jan is In addition to Chu Lushan and his own closest, when he was young, every now and then, he followed in the back of the ass to go to the north of the country around the geography of geomancy, as for the ball, Xu Fengyen sighed, I’m afraid that in the world, only Xu Snapdragon can see through the fat man’s mind, his own is still too much difference in the road. Next is Ning Emei Dianxiong animal Wei Fucheng stream of military generals staff, are also outstanding style, either self-owned, or dependent on one of the six righteous son, and these people naturally have their own small mountain camp, very intertwined, but compared to the Liyang dynasty’s court, ultimately, it is still a little cleaner. By Li Hanlin that money-grubbing old man Li Gongde led by the civil officials group, by and large, or far from being able to call the shots with the Northern Liang Army, can only be perceived while maintaining politics.
Xu Fengyen counted, called his own direct line, seems to be only a take the life of the whole family as a pledge of the fruit Yi Lieutenant Huangfu scale.
Xu Fengyen looked down at the lone finger symbolizing only one beloved and muttered to himself, “It’s really bleak.”