I have a two world clock

Chapter 52 One more person

Li Mu lived in the countryside when he was a child, and he is very familiar with the habits of rural watchdogs. No matter how vicious the dog is, as long as you take out a stick, the dog will immediately become timid. Close to you.

When I was a child, I visited the village to play, and I usually held a stick as a magic weapon to open the way.

The gatekeeper stone beast at the gate of Wenchang Palace received incense from the world, manifested its spirit, and guarded the gate of Wenchang Palace, specifically against evil spirits and ghosts.

Now being stared at by Li Mu's Chunyang Witnessing Technique, and taking out a steel mace and shaking it twice, the two stone beasts were immediately frightened, their spirits shrank in their bodies, and they dared not show it again.

But even so, Hu Yunniang still didn't dare to go in: "Master, even if you seal the gatekeeper stone beast, can you still seal the soul of Emperor Wenchang? If the maidservant enters, he will hate Emperor Wenchang. I'm afraid it will be the imperial examination of the master." The road is cut off!"

Li Mu smiled and said, "Is the imperial examination broken? How can the dignified Emperor Wenchang know as much as I do?"

He looked at Hu Yunniang, seeing that Hu Yuniang really didn't want to go in, and he didn't force it at the moment, smiled, turned around and walked into the palace.

He didn't have any reverence for Emperor Wenchang, but he didn't have hostility either. He just felt uncomfortable not letting his maidservant in.

But Hu Yunniang and these demon cultivators know that there are gods standing three feet above their heads!
Especially the gods with the most incense, such as Emperor Wenchang, are indeed not existences that these little monsters can provoke.

For the sake of reason and the overall situation, Hu Yuniang did not dare to enter the Wenchang Emperor's Palace. If the anger of Wenchang Emperor was aroused, it would be very detrimental to Li Mu and Hu Yuniang.

At this time, all the scholars entered the palace, and under the leadership of Miao Zhu, they were visiting the scenery in the veranda of the palace, talking and laughing with great interest.

It was already a scorching summer day, and all the flowers were gone, but the few peach trees in Wenchang Palace were in full bloom, and the fragrance was overwhelming.

Seeing this situation, several scholars even wrote poems on the spot, and asked several classmates to correct them. Some of them were not polite, pointing out the shortcomings and remarkable points in it. They laughed at each other, and they all felt refreshed.

When Li Mu passed by, Zhang Shihong smiled and said, "Brother Li, why don't you chant a poem to express your happiness in front of the beautiful scenery?"

Li Mu laughed loudly: "Speaking of writing poems, my younger brother has seen many works by famous masters. Today coincides with this scene. Allow me to carry the posthumous works of predecessors, which corresponds to the scene at this time."

Zhang Shihong said: "Brother Zhang, reciting poems is the right thing to do. Naturally, it is interesting to do it yourself. The poems of the predecessors... If the occasion is right, the big guy can also taste it, ah ha ha ha..."

Several scholars next to him laughed.

"Brother Li, if you can't do poetry, it's not shabby! We are all mediocre people with limited poetic talent and little talent in learning. They are all works for self-entertainment. It's also an elegant thing!"

"Yes, yes, it is also a beautiful thing to recite poems for the occasion."

Everyone responded one after another, taking the initiative to find a step for Li Mu, and then looked at Li Mu with burning eyes, waiting for Li Mu to recite the poems of the predecessors.

Everyone was curious about which famous work Li Mu would recite.

The Great Yin Dynasty was in the 600th year of national development, and the style of writing was very prosperous. Over the years, there have been many poets and poets. Hearing Li Mu's poems of the predecessors, the scholars at the scene went through them in their minds, and recalled what popular poems there are. view.

But after thinking about it for a long time, there were only a few people, and none of them fit the scene at this time.

So I became more and more curious.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Li Mu smiled and said, "Can I use my pen and ink?"

A scholar said with a smile: "I have it!"

Immediately ordered the servant to take out the brush and ink sac, and handed it to Li Mu: "Which famous masterpiece will Brother Li want to write?"

Li Mu smiled and said, "It was done by an ancient man named Bai."

As he spoke, the brush in his hand was full of ink, and he came to one side of the snow-white wall and wrote a quatrain on the wall, saying:

"The world is full of fragrance in April,

Splendid peach blossoms are beginning to bloom.

Ever regret that spring has nowhere to go,
I don't know how to get into it! "

"it is good!"

"Wonderful!"

"The poetry is good, and the writing is also good!"

"Which gentleman is this masterpiece?"

When everyone saw this poem at first reading, they only thought it was plain and natural, but after thinking about it carefully, it has a bit more profound meaning, and it is childlike and self-generated, and it is also Li Mu's calligraphy. The more you look at it, the more comfortable you feel. Even if it is not a generation of master craftsmen, it can still be called a master's handwriting.

The audience applauded one after another, and they couldn't stop praising Li Mu's calligraphy and poems.

They are all scholars, and poetry and calligraphy are things that they have to learn since childhood. They may not have enough poetry skills, but they still have the ability to evaluate, not to mention those who can be admitted to the scholar, their calligraphy and poetry are naturally worthy of merit.

Bai Letian's poem has been popular for thousands of years, and it has been passed down to this day, which is enough to illustrate its strong vitality and excellent works.

Written by Li Mu at this time, it can be regarded as a crushing work for these scholars on the scene, and it belongs to the more tasteful works.

"Good poem! Good poem!"

Zhang Shihong applauded: "Brother Li, you said that the ancient poet's surname was Bai, but I thought about it. In the mainland of Yin Dynasty, there have been many writers surnamed Bai in the past dynasties. Why have I never heard of anyone doing such a thing?" A poem?"

A group of scholars also felt that this poem was unfamiliar, but because they were not confident in their knowledge, they were reluctant to ask.

After all, the world has developed for more than 10,000 years, famous scholars have emerged in large numbers, and countless poems have been handed down. No one dares to say that he has read all the poems.

Li Mu said with a smile: "I read this in an ancient book. You don't have an impression, that's normal. If everyone has read this poem, it's not normal."

Zhang Shihong hurriedly said: "Brother Li can find such a suitable poem, that's amazing!"

Everyone echoed: "That's right, if I'm asked to write such an appropriate poem all at once, brother, I might not be able to do it!"

"Besides, brother Li wrote such a good handwriting, even if the poems and essays were written by predecessors, this good handwriting cannot be faked!"

Everyone is a showman, and the bridal sedan chair is the one who carries people. Li Mu has an extraordinary appearance and a good conversation, and Zhang Juren values ​​it. These scholars will look down on Li Mu when they are full.

Besides, Li Mu said that they plagiarized the poems of the predecessors, and his generous appearance, on the contrary, seemed open and frank, which made everyone feel a little better, so everyone praised Li Mu.

Li Mu shook his head and laughed, but he won't spoil his interest when people compliment him so much, so he cupped his hands and said with a smile: "I'm laughing, I'm laughing, showing my shame, showing my shame!"

When everyone saw Li Mu writing on the white wall, they were aroused to be competitive. A few scholars who felt that their calligraphy was good also picked up their pens and left a few poems on the wall, and marked their names.

The temple next to it wished great joy: "We have left the ink treasures of the masters in this Wenchang Palace. In the future, the incense will be in full bloom."

At this time, literati paid great attention to their handwriting in poetry. Some arrogant scholars thought their calligraphy was magical, and they didn't want ordinary people to watch it. They often shoveled off the inscriptions on the white walls of restaurants with small knives.

The literati at this time were so self-willed that even leaving notes in some restaurants and temples was considered a kind of charity.

Today everyone is writing poems and writing in Wenchang Palace, especially there is such a master as Zhang Shihong in it, the temple wishes are naturally very happy.

Zhang Shihong laughed loudly: "Today, I'm in a good mood, so I write a pen to commemorate it. If I win the gold list in the future, I will come here to drink again!"

Everyone laughed: "May you and I be famous on the yellow list, and the goods will be sold to the Wang family!"

Zhang Shihong said: "Okay, let's pay homage to Emperor Wenchang and Lord Kuixing now, so that we can have a better future!"

Everyone walked towards the Wenchang Emperor's Hall together.

At this time, a person said from behind: "Brother Li, since you wrote a poem here, why didn't you write the title of this poem as well? Spread the word in the future, so that people can know the source of this poem."

Li Mu turned around and saw a white-robed scholar standing by the white wall, looking at the poems on the wall with his hands behind his back, without turning his head, he just smiled and said, "The poems are not bad, and the words are almost meaningless, but for the exam, That's enough!"

When Li Mu saw this person, his heart trembled: "Who is he?"

This man was tall and tall, standing with his hands behind his back, really like a jade tree facing the wind, but as soon as he stood there, he suddenly had a magnificent demeanor, and a bookish air rushed towards his face.

But there was obviously no such person in the group of scholars just now, but now he suddenly appeared behind everyone without making a sound, even Li Mu didn't notice the abnormality.

Li Mu's shock was no small matter: "What's the name of this man? May I ask when did you come here?"

Zhang Shihong next to him said curiously: "Brother Li, this is Shu Wenchang, a scholar from our county. We went up the mountain together just now, and he wrote a poem. Don't you remember?"

Several scholars also laughed and said: "Brother Li is probably doing it on purpose. Brother Wenchang and us were taking poetry exams with each other just now. Brother Li is right next to you. How can you not know?"

Li Mu's heart turned cold, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back: "It can instantly affect memory and thinking, who is this person in front of me?"

ps: something is delayed, an update today.

(End of this chapter)