I have a book of ghosts and gods

Chapter 40 The Half-Theory
Someone said aloud: "Golden bottle of sake is worth ten thousand, and jade plate is ashamed of ten thousand dollars..."

"This sentence seems to be unremarkable, but it is also quite atmospheric."

"Although the dishes on this table are not rare, they are also exquisite. With delicious wine and delicacy, it is barely considered the occasion to express the preciousness of farewell to the nobles of Bailu."

"Only this sentence, can't compare to Xu Gongzi's talent, but it can be regarded as a masterpiece."

"Just one sentence, look at it, look at it again."

Jiang Zhou waved without stopping, in one go.

In the blink of an eye, half the poem fell on the sapphire white sandalwood pillar.

"You can't eat when you stop the cup and throw the chopsticks, draw your sword and look around in a daze."

"If you want to cross the Yellow River Bingsaichuan, it will be difficult to climb the Tianque Road."

"Hey~ Although this sentence is majestic, how can it reveal a bit of a twilight and decadent state?"

"Where is this farewell poem? Mr. Dongyang is about to leave Wu, and he will ascend to the sky. Isn't it bad for Mr. Curse to be a teacher? It is too unlucky to write such words."

"This messenger doesn't have a grudge against Bailu Academy, right?"

"This is my great scholar in Nanzhou, Mr. Dongyang! How dare you be so frivolous and presumptuous, little Shuzi!"

"What's your heart?"

There was a lot of discussion, especially the students of the academy, and their faces were full of anger.

Someone has already pulled up their sleeves, wanting to teach Jiang Zhou a lesson.

"Silence!"

Unexpectedly, it was Dai Yougong who yelled out.

He has never spoken lightly, but he is a great scholar as famous as Li Dongyang, and his deterrent power is no less than that of Li Dongyang.

Everyone was silent.

Jiang Zhou gestured without hesitation, then turned back and grinned at the students who were glaring at him.

Like very provocative.

Seeing them even more angry, Jiang Zhou laughed, reached out and snatched the jug from Yan Xiaowu's hand, raised his head and poured it into his throat.

"what……"

Jiang Zhou let out a breath of alcohol, laughed out loud, and swiped again.

Such arrogance and arrogance made others move.

Yan Xiaowu was even more excited, completely forgetting that it was him who was called by the servant just now.

Showing two rows of big white teeth, he kept saying to the crowd: "This is my brother, my brother!"

"I was fishing on the blue waves in my spare time, and suddenly I dreamed of riding a boat. It is difficult to travel! It is difficult to travel! There are many different roads, where are you today?"

Fishing on a boat, sleeping and dreaming, this is the style of a group of masters and hermits.

But after the last two sentences, plus Li Dongyang's identity and current situation, the taste has changed.

Just like an unlucky person whose ambitions are difficult to develop, and can only be idle fishing and dreaming.

Two difficult words in a row, one question, all of which are hard to come by, and helpless at the end of the day.

It shocked everyone.

People are so arrogant, the characters are so graceful, and the writing is so heroic.

But why is this mood so depressing?

Jiang Zhou ignored the voices of others, swiped his strokes like clouds, ink marks like a blade, and dropped the last sentence.

"There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the sails will be hung straight to the sea!"

"Wow!"

As soon as the last sentence was written, everyone was shocked.

As soon as this sentence came out, the decadent atmosphere of the whole poem suddenly changed.

Jumping up and down, ups and downs.

Unbridled, arrogant!
"it is good!"

Dai Jiugong slapped the table and stood up, shouting loudly, his face full of excitement.

He was the oldest and most calm person among the crowd at this moment.

This is the most exciting time.

Probably because no one knows better than him the situation of his close friend.

This poem is the best portrayal!

Dai Jiugong looked at his friend, and saw Li Dongyang staring straight at the poem on the column with complicated eyes.

Worry about the difficult road ahead?
There is no way in the world, martyrdom with one's own body, and unwavering determination?
To meet a confidant, I am not alone in the gratification?

The joy of discovering good talent and beautiful jade?
Should be both.

Dai Jiugong couldn't help but stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder a few times.

Li Dongyang's eyes returned to peace and indifference. Looking at Jiang Zhou, he asked expectantly, "I want to give this poem to this old man?"

Jiang Zhou lifted the jug and put it back into his mouth. After the last few drops of wine were exhausted, he raised his hand and threw the jug out.

Drunk and confused, he forgot about bragging, he waved his hands loudly and said, "Take it!"

Under the shocked gaze of Zhongyang, Li Dongyang actually stood up, straightened his clothes, and bowed: "Old man Li Dongyang, thank you for the poem."

A big Confucian salute, or to a little demon guard who has been in China for two decades.

Enough to shock the world.

This poem is really good.

But is it really so amazing?Can it be worthy of a courtesy?
The crowd was startled and puzzled.

But they didn't know that what Li Dongyang valued was not how amazing the poem was.

It's the word "friend".

The world is surging, there is a way in the world, but it is difficult to find a way to know oneself.

Being able to get one is very valuable, but he is lucky to get the second.

age?identity?
How could he, Li Dongyang, stick to these vulgar things?
As for Jiang Zhou saying that this poem was written by senior brother...

If there are people in the world who can write this poem, how can it be unknown?
Moreover, have you ever seen someone give someone else's masterpiece as a gift?
This kid probably doesn't want to be famous.

Li Dongyang thought he saw through everything.

I was relieved in my heart, but as everyone knew, Jiang Zhou was also extremely happy at this time.

When he copied this poem, he not only guessed Li Dongyang's situation, but people like Li Dongyang have been famous for half their lives and lived happily in the mountains.

Suddenly, with full of ambition, he ended up with a bleak end. Is there less than the history?

That's why he had the temptation before, and Li Dongyang's reaction confirmed his guess.

Hence the birth of this difficult journey.

At the same time, he is also taking advantage of the topic.

Since crossing into this world, he has been cautious, not daring to cross half a point.

I'm afraid that if I fall even one step, I will die without a place to be buried.

Coerced by a demon girl, living in the wasteland, evil spirits in the mountains, Su Jingsi holding a sword, goddess Dashui besieging the city...

One after another, one by one, it was hard for him to look up, and he completely lost himself.

The depression and depression accumulated during this period were almost poured into these few lines of text, and they were all vented.

It was as if the emperor had put down a heavy burden, extremely relaxed and extremely happy.

Looking at this old and young one, one was full of admiration, the other was frivolous, most of the onlookers were amazed, and they felt fortunate to witness the birth of a good story.

Most of the students in Bailu Academy were also convinced at this time, except for a few who looked ugly.

But Xu Wenqing looked lost.

Zhu Yuanhao recovered from the shock, witnessed the student's expression, and comforted: "Wen Qing, you have your strengths, so don't be discouraged."

The noble boy on the side also hurriedly said: "Yes, brother Wen Qing, poetry is a trail..."

He was only halfway through speaking, but he couldn't continue. After thinking about it, he had no choice but to say:

"At least Brother Wenqing, your writing is brilliant. No matter how good his poetry is, if he doesn't raise his arrogance, it's a trivial way after all..."

Although Jiang Zhou's eyes were intoxicated, his eyes and ears seemed to be more intelligent.

Hearing these words in his ears, he pushed away Yan Xiaowu who was supporting him, staggered, and walked to a white jade screen not far away.

"Poetry is a small road, I will talk to you about the big road!"

Jiang Zhou laughed and raised his pen to write, but found that the pen in his hand was out of ink.

Chubby Chen Yuanwai was holding the ink inkstone and dashed to his side in a few steps.

Jiang Zhou laughed, dipped the horizontal pen in ink, and smeared a little bit of ink. Chen Yuanwai also had a few drops on his face, but he didn't mind, with a bright smile on his face.

"Great knowledge is idle, small knowledge is idle. Big words are hot, and small words are Zhan Zhan. His sleep is also soulmate, and his senses are also open. Connecting is the structure, fighting with heart every day..."

While Jiang Zhou was drinking and drinking, the text of the book was completely different from before.

Like the grass dancing wildly in the wind, but not a little messy, but even more wild and heroic.

In just a few breaths, half of the book has been written.

This half of the Daoism is about talking about the sophistry of debaters all day long and domineering.

Originally, a Taoist sage was a satire of the endless sophistication and arrogance that was going on at the time when all the schools of thought were colliding with each other.

It is also the beginning of Jiang Zhou's use of satirizing today's dispute in the Yanbo Upstairs. The students said that they dismissed a hundred schools of thought and respected Confucianism.

Although it is only half a hasty chapter, every sentence is ironic.

However, some of the Taoist meaning from the former sage, "being one with the Tao, all things are one" has already appeared on every word.

This half of Daoism is not understood by everyone.

The people present, even if there are many people who have learned a lot who are gathered here at this time, but only a few dozen people can read this half of the text.

Those who can understand one or two of the true meanings are less than five fingers.

Li Dongyang and Dai Yougong were among the people who could understand them the most.

At this time, the two of them had already stepped out of the crowd with some gaffe. They came to the screen and stared wide-eyed, staring at the above chapter for a moment, staring at every stroke that Jiang Zhou fell.

With each stroke, word by word, happiness, anger, sadness and joy, worry and fear are born.

Thinking back to the past, indulging in foreign objects, trapped in endless shackles, all kinds of disasters without knowing it, and breaking into cold sweats.

Jiang Zhou's gesture suddenly stopped, making the two feel a sense of suffocation that they wanted to vomit blood.

Probably because what Jiang Zhou wrote earlier was only about all kinds of demonic obstacles, and only vaguely revealed the truth of some kind of direct access to the road, but did not elaborate.

Just when I saw that there was a tendency to tell that kind of truth, it stopped abruptly.

For the two of them, it was like a way to the sky that was suddenly discovered and then suddenly cut off.

Without immediately hurting their minds, they are already deeply cultivated, and they are full of arrogance in their chests.

Looking eagerly at Jiang Zhou, he saw that he threw the pen, and shouted in a daze: "Little Wu! I'm sleepy, carry me back to sleep!"

Yan Xiaowu blinked, looked at the expressions of Li and Dai, and immediately showed two rows of big white teeth. With a "hey", he ran over, carried Jiangzhou, and slid out of the crowd.

Ran.

Leaving Li Dongyang and Dai Yougong, who didn't respond, stared blankly at each other.

There are also people in the Yanbo Building who are dumbfounded.

　This week's recommendation is a bit stretched, and I have the cheek to ask for a monthly ticket to reward the recommendation ticket
　　
　
(End of this chapter)