i have a sword fairy

Chapter 14
Breeze inside.

The vision in the corner of the first floor gradually attracted more and more people's attention.

I don't know who took the lead first, and some people with keen perception began to gather at the desk.

"It's an entry-level poem! Climbing the building!"

I don't know who exclaimed, and there was an uproar in the lobby. The people who were queuing up to buy tickets couldn't even care about the line, and they all rushed to the source one by one. The crowd, and even the stewards and shopkeepers behind the counter, including the beautiful woman, were attracted to them...

The number of people was much larger than that of the lively show just now.

Because this time there were not only guests in Qingfengju, but also many pedestrians from the streets outside, who were attracted by the vision.

At this moment, the girl in green who came to the desk for the first time was staring blankly at the splendid poem on the table, her eyes seemed to be pinned to it, and it was difficult to move it away.

"Nan Kezi."

"The green hills are ten miles away, and the tidal road is sandy. There are several chirping birds and complaining about the years. It's a desolate time again, in the end of the world."

The girl took a deep breath and looked down again.

"Bai Lu collects the waning moon, and the breeze disperses Xiaoxia. Ask the lotus by the green poplar embankment: Do you remember selling wine during the New Year, who?"

"What a nice view"

The girl murmured.

Confucian poetry is very popular in the mountains, but in fact, most monks only pay attention to and covet its role in benefiting cultivation. Many people do not understand aesthetics and appreciation, and can only chew a little taste, but this does not prevent them from learning. The quality of a poem is good or bad, because it has its own way to judge.

Good poetry may not be good, but good poetry must be good!
Moreover, once the poems are born, they can produce visions, so what they are after is only the original manuscripts of the poems.

But the girl in green is different. She has a lot of research on poetry, and has read many manuscripts of the poems that were circulated in the mountains, not only for practice, but also for hobbies.

She knows that every entry poem is a beautiful "accident", and how difficult it is for the sentences composed of words containing emotions to be recognized by the world, and the poets who wrote these sentences are even more talented!
In front of the first lyric work of the first class, the brand name is novel, the image is clear, the contrast is harmonious, the color is bright, and the beauty is very strong.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look up at the scholar in front of her.

It turns out that he is really a scholar of Linlu Academy...

Zhao Rong had a smile on his face at this time.

Everyone around him only thought that he was calm and calm, but in fact...he was very confused right now.

Why is the movement of writing the first word so big?It wasn't like this when I wrote to Qian'er before!
He looked at the people around him who were slowly quieting down. Most of them were staring attentively at the words he had written. Occasionally, a few looked up at him and were shocked.

After all, it is extremely rare for someone outside the academy to be able to write poetry. Once such a scholar appears, the academy will almost always send an invitation to include him in the academy.

At this moment, everyone is almost certain that Zhao Rong is from Linlu Academy. Of course, there is one exception, and he still has a bit of luck...

Zhao Rong glanced at Lin Qingxuan, who was standing outside the crowd with a suspicious look in his eyes, but still didn't say anything.

Then he looked at the beautiful woman in the crowd.

The beautiful woman who had been watching him all the time saw him, her heart trembled, and she hurriedly showed a smile, very unnatural and a little flattering.

Zhao Rong just thinks that you look down on me, come over to step on me, and then slap me back in the face is very boring.

He didn't know why Lin Qingxuan came to step on him, he just didn't like me?This is probably only an external cause, but what about the internal cause?

In fact, at first, he wanted to go directly and not play this trick with them, but Liu Sanbian stood up to help him in that situation.

He felt that he had to repay this favor, so he picked a corner where no one was around, and wanted to write a few poems like Qian'er for Liu Sanbian, maybe he could use it.

I just didn't expect that the movement would be so big after writing it!
Zhao Rong saw that Brother Liu and everyone beside him were still immersed in the song "Nan Kezi: Ten Miles of Green Mountains Far away", so he tried to call home a few times in his heart.

Gui has been ignoring him since he learned yesterday that he was still going to "eat soft rice".

Zhao Rong doesn't know why it hates eating soft rice so much. What's wrong with eating soft rice?Eat your rice?

Besides, I don't, no...not necessarily eat it.

"Do what?"

Zhao Rong was a little surprised, but Gui responded to him, probably because he was paying attention to his current special situation.

"Aren't you angry anymore?"

"Oh, this seat is not angry, you are not promising yourself, what is the matter with this seat?"

"I'm really not going to eat soft rice, I'm just going to return the jade to her and send a letter by the way."

"Ha ha."

"..."

"Well, what the hell is a poem entry? What is a building entry?"

Return to indulge for a while.

"Poetry is recognized by heaven and earth, and it can become a calligraphy treasure that gathers spiritual energy. This seat has told you before. As for the boarding house... In the era when this seat was in the Xuanhuang Realm, poetry was only classified into the grade and the grade. Later, I heard that the Confucianists wanted to divide the poems for the entry, but they didn't see any movement until the seat left."

"The person who told this secret at the time said that the Confucian saints were going to divide the poetry into three levels and two levels."

"Climbing up the building, falling flowers, Nanshan."

"With me, without me."

"The order of the three grades is the distinction between high and low. The ascending grade can only gather aura once, which can be used by monks of the Haoran realm and above; the falling flower can not only gather more aura, but also help the cultivator at the bottleneck of the shaking realm to realize the breakthrough; and the Nanshan grade is more Extraordinary, can gather a huge amount of spiritual energy, and at the same time can help the cultivator of the Haoran Realm bottleneck to break through!"

"As for the realm with me and the realm without me, only Luohuapin and Nanshanpin's poems can distinguish between these two realms.

"In fact, there is no difference between the two realms, but the poems in the realm of mine can only be understood and absorbed by the monks once, and then the calligraphy will lose its aura and turn into ordinary things."

"But the poems in the realm of no-self can be repeatedly comprehended by the monks and re-gather the spiritual energy. It is very wonderful. It is really a creation of heaven and earth."

Gui Ye has to admit that these Confucian poems are indeed mysterious, especially the poems in the realm of no-self, which are almost close to the "Tao", and in his view, this should be a higher cultivation realm before monks can try it. touch.

Zhao Rong seemed to realize something.

Three-level and two-level?Fun and interesting.

Zhao Rong remembered that in his own time and space, a literary master once put forward a similar theory of three realms of life for poets:

"In ancient and modern times, those who achieve great careers and ask great questions must pass through three realms: 'Last night, the west wind withered green trees. Climbing up tall buildings alone, looking to the end of the world'. This is the first realm.' For Yixiao to make people haggard'. This is the second realm. 'The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and when I looked back, the man was there, where the lights were dim'. This was the third realm."

And the poems made by the poets of the three realms are likely to be the three grades of Denglou, Luohua, and Nanshan divided by the Confucian saints in this world.

As for the realm with me and without me,
There is my realm, and I see things with me, so everything has my color.

In the realm of no-self, we look at things in terms of things, so we don't know what is self and what is thing.

It's actually quite understandable.

Emotions are better than sights with me; scenes without me hide emotions.The emphasis is different.

After thinking about this, Zhao Rong's doubts were easily resolved.

"So the words I wrote to Qian'er that day to break through the realm were fallen flowers with my realm?"

"should be."

It is no wonder that after the poem was written, there was no radiant vision on the paper, it turned out to be understood and absorbed by Qian'er on the spot.

When it comes to Qian'er, Zhao Rong suddenly misses her a little, and she doesn't know what this girl is doing now...

"Confucianism is indeed uniquely blessed in the Haoran Realm. I have seen all kinds of strange Haoran Realm exercises, but in the end, I still feel that the Confucian practice in this realm is closest to the original Dao of Haoran Realm."

"Uh, you Haoranjing is following the Confucian way?"

"no,"

"The Haoran realm is too simple, I just choose a set of exercises at will and it's over."

"..."

I shouldn't ask!

Zhao Rong came back to his senses. He didn't pay attention to the people on the field. Instead, he turned to look at Liu Sanbian, who liked "Qingshan". His mind moved, and he randomly pulled the rice paper on the table with the poems on the table to the side. , and lay down a new sheet of paper.

The hearts and hearts of the people around him trembled.

Be careful, this is a stylistic poem!
But the scholar in front of the desk didn't take it seriously and continued to go his own way.

I saw him rolling up his sleeves with one hand and holding a pen with ink in the other.

Write the next line slowly.

"Three Changes to the Willow"

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