I have a book of ghosts and gods

Chapter 258 Punishment (seeking subscription monthly pass)

On the side, Yuan An repeatedly shook his head and sighed: "I didn't expect such a person to appear in the world."

"The immortal in the world, the immortal in the world..."

Shang Rong also nodded in agreement: "Such a stunning talent and stunning beauty, worthy of the title of exiled immortal."

But at the same time, he sighed: "Unfortunately, this person has great talent, but not enough literary spirit. If he can be very literary, he might not be able to go straight to the bullfight and engrave the words in the vast river, reflecting the sun and the moon."

"At that time, the way of poetry will also become the technique of Dao, and add another holy way to our Confucianism."

"Unfortunately, unfortunately..."

He stamped his feet again and again, obviously it was a pity to the extreme.

Those words shocked the people around them.

The King of Chu also couldn't help but said in surprise: "Mr. Shang, poetry and anecdotes can also have such good luck? Is it too late?"

"Ha ha,"

Bao Xin laughed softly and said: "Your Highness, although poetry is a small way, literati use it to cultivate their emotions, but if they can engrave a vast river, they can show their holiness to the world. All kinds of wonders in poems can be manifested at will. Jade, verbal criticism and pen criticism, poetry and prose show the sage, this is the reason."

"good."

Yuan An caressed Xu and said: "Articles are the immortal inheritance of literary wisdom and spirit, and poems are the treasures of literati's grand career."

"The greater the talent in poetry, the greater its power."

"If this exiled immortal can engrave a hundred chapters on drinking wine tonight, how many beautiful chapters will he add to my Confucianism?"

"How is the small way different from the great way when it reaches this level?"

King Chu nodded in amazement: "So that's the case."

The people around are also stunned.

Although they are all literati, they can make poems and prose appear holy, and there are many people who criticize them verbally and in writing.

But when they criticize with words and pens, what they recite are the works of predecessors. If they recite what they have done, it will have no effect.

Many people used to take it for granted, but now they understand the truth after hearing this.

"It seems that this young man named Jiang Zhou is also unusual, but it's too much... That calm and old man is the complete opposite of this crazy exile."

Fan Zhen said in a rare way: "Mr. Yuan, I think it's better for us to be calm by studying to nourish our energy. If we are too sharp, we will inevitably hurt others and ourselves."

Yuan An Fuxu smiled and said: "Haha, it's good to say so, but Zhili, since you can criticize others, don't you know that you are too upright, and why is your edge hidden?"

Zhili is Fan Zhen's small character, and there are only a few people in the world who can call him that.

Fan Zhen only smiled rarely, but stopped talking.

"Cough cough."

While they were talking, Li Mengyang cursed secretly in his heart. The flat ground was already very quiet, and no one responded to his words, so he had no choice but to take it by himself, and said loudly:
"The poetry and wine are exhausted, it's time to remind the moon!"

"My generation studied literature and rites, and understood the principles of Taoism. A word can stabilize the country, Jingguo, and the world, and a book can make a beautiful chapter. A stroke can paint the land, divide the border, and establish the community."

"Although poetry is a small way, it is pleasant and pleasant, and it also has the most reasonable way."

"So, when composing poems today, I only use the word moon as an order, and there are no restrictions on others. It is not necessary to use poems to match the scene. You can talk about mountains and seas, sigh flowers at the moon, weak crowns and white hair, hair and hairpins, all are fine."

"Even if it was done in the past, as long as it has not been circulated, it is considered to be done today."

"However, although it is not necessary to match the scene with poetry, it is necessary to match the poem with the scene. There is poetry in the painting, and there is painting in the poem. This is called poetic and picturesque."

When everyone heard the words, they immediately lifted their spirits.

There are paintings in this poem, not to say that the artistic conception in the poem is picturesque, but that the artistic conception in the poem should be able to appear as a painting.

It is like the will of the Martial Dao Transformation Realm.

It means that if you don't develop awe-inspiring spirit next, you don't have to make a fool of yourself.

The person who dances to the moon like a fairy is indeed a peerless fairy, and it is hard to compete with him in poetry.

However, when it comes to the awe-inspiring spirit, it is a battle for the great way, which cannot be compared with the small way of poetry.

Many people regained their confidence.

Maybe, you can get back some ground?
What's more... that guy who looks like a banished immortal has already passed out drunk at this time, sleeping on the ground with a pot in his arms.

The sound is like thunder, I won't get up and go crazy again... right?

Such a crazy attitude makes people respect and despise, envy and fear.

The sight of the mouth-watering, wine-fighting scene just now has left an indelible shadow on them.

Even if he wanted to get back on the stage, thinking of that scene, he really couldn't lift his spirits.

Looking at the people who lost their confidence just now, they couldn't get back their expressions.

Li Mengyang secretly sighed.

It seems that this cold spot is irreversible.

Brat!
His eyes swept across Jiang Zhou who looked like nothing happened below, and he suddenly smiled.

loudly:
"The so-called, the superiors and the subordinates make orders, such as raising a glass to promote sitting, serving as the leader of the alliance, listening to their restraints, doing what is done, and stopping when there is a prohibition. Also known as an order."

"However, the wine is ordered, and the wine is also carried out according to the order. And the orderer is good, and there is a righteousness to choose and follow the good."

"In this place, His Royal Highness King Chu is naturally respected. Why not let His Highness be the first person to drink wine to remind the moon?"

"?"

This Li Mengyang has gone mad again?
King Chu cursed inwardly, with a reserved smile on his face.

"This king is not good at poetry, so don't make a fool of yourself here, it will make people laugh."

"Hey, His Royal Highness has a noble status. You don't have to write poems yourself. You can find someone to do it for you. You just need your Highness to be famous."

Li Mengyang smiled and pointed to Jiang Zhou: "I just heard a few words from that young man surnamed Jiang. Although there is not much literary talent to speak of, there is a sense of reason and Zen, and it is too short, and it seems to have unfinished meaning. You can’t show off your talents.”

"I've heard that he has a very close relationship with His Highness, so it's reasonable to ask him to do it for you?"

Old man!
The King of Chu almost drank out of his mouth.

"..."

King Chu's expression froze suddenly

Damn Li Mengyang!

"Ha, ha ha..."

The King of Chu was laughing awkwardly, but Li Mengyang had already shouted down: "Jiang Zhou! His Royal Highness the King of Chu wants you to compose poems for him, are you willing?"

"Hehehe, Nephew Jiang, this is a good opportunity. If you can make His Highness show off tonight, His Highness may approve your marriage with Princess Lanyang."

Everyone was in an uproar when they heard the words.

This person is actually the son-in-law of the king of Chu?

"Hey, you can't rely on it now." Yan Xiaowu poked Jiang Zhou with a smirk.

Jiang Zhou didn't pay attention to him, his mind changed, and he got up and saluted, "His Royal Highness Chu speaks, how dare I refuse to obey?"

"OK!"

Li Mengyang was overjoyed, and without waiting for the King of Chu to speak, he hurriedly called out: "Come here, let's write!"

Soon, a servant came over with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Jiang Zhou glanced at the king of Chu with a stinky face on the stage, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Pick up a pen and swipe a pen.

How could Yan Xiaowu let go of this excitement?The first to get together.

Shenxiu, Wang Jin and the others could not help but surround him.

Jiang Zhou flicked for a moment and then stopped writing.

Shenxiu and Wang Jin looked at each other with surprise and doubt.

"Come on, the old man wants to recite it himself, Your Highness, do you mind?"

Li Mengyang looked impatient.

"Hmph!" King Chu just snorted coldly.

"Haha."

Li Mengyang quickly took the paper in his hand, looked down, and his eyes lit up.

At the same time, he recited out loud:
"Wine and song, life geometry!"

"How can I relieve my worries? Only Du Kang..."

"Qingqing Zijin, caress my heart. But for the king's sake, I have pondered until now..."

"I have a guest, playing the lute and the sheng. It's bright like the moon, when can we stop?"

"Mountains never get too high, seas never get too deep..."

"Gudong..."

Li Mengyang's throat rolled and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Cautiously looking back at King Chu, the latter gave him an inexplicable look.

"You should read quickly!"

Yuan An heard such a good work, saw him stop suddenly, but couldn't hold back, and urged him repeatedly.

Li Mengyang knew that there was a large crowd, and he couldn't hide it if he wanted to hide it. He sighed in his heart and read the last sentence.

"The virtuous king spit and feed..."

"The world... returns to my heart!"

"Snapped!"

With a soft sound, the expectant Yuan An stopped and tore off a beard.

Glancing at Shang Rong, he lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Bao Xin smiled.

Fan Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a cold light.

There was a dead silence in the field again.

How does this compare?
One fell asleep and another came out.

This long poem alone is enough to overwhelm ninety-nine percent of the people present.

Most of the people present were simply shocked by the poems, but some were terrified.

Just because of the hidden meaning in this long poem...

Not everyone can understand this meaning, but everyone who thinks of it secretly looks at King Chu.

The virtuous name of the king of Chu is known all over the world.

Especially if you love the virtuous and thirsty, a virtuous man once came to vote. He vomited his food while he was chewing, and went to meet him barefoot.

This matter has been spread all over the world, and it has been cited as a good talk.

It also made the name of the king and sage of Chu spread throughout the world, and made many celebrities and sages flock to him.

Nanzhou is able to have the current weather, from a remote place in the southern border decades ago, to now there is a faint trend of catching up with Yangzhou and becoming the second land of fish and rice in Daji.

But, here and now...

These people looked at Jiang Zhou with normal expressions, like Jiang Zhou who had done nothing.

this poem...

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　Calvin is serious, I only finished one chapter all night, and I will never do it again. After coding and uploading like a walking dead, I don’t know what I wrote... No matter, go to sleep first, if there is any problem, I will change it when I wake up ...

　　
　
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