I write novels to become a saint

Chapter 184

"Maybe the copper ones will turn green into emeralds, and a few peach blossoms will be embroidered on the tin cans..."

Chang Gu, Li He smacked these few lines, the more he recited them, the more interesting he felt. This technique of using beauty to complement ugliness fully demonstrated the author's irony.

And this new poem also has a meter. Although this meter is quite special, it matches the content, but somehow gives people a feeling of power.

"Five verses, 180 lines, [-] characters, there is no verse that is not sonorous, no line that is not brilliant, and no word that is inappropriate and precise!"

Li He couldn't help admiring, and his views on new poetry have also undergone a huge change.

Wang Chuan, Wang Wei teased the kitten in his arms, causing the cat to meow.

"Even you think it's wonderful, right?"

"Unexpectedly, you are still a literary cat!"

While teasing the kitten in his arms, Wang Wei recited this new poem by Lin Qian, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Each sentence has nine characters, and each stanza has four sentences, which are very neatly arranged. From the perspective of internal rhythm, each sentence is composed of four tones. Due to the high degree of harmony and consistency of the internal rhythm, coupled with strict double-line rhyming, each stanza has one The sound effect of the rhyme makes the rhythm of the whole poem very pleasant!"

Luo Jing, Han Yu couldn't help criticizing this rising star on the book list.

"I didn't expect him to be able to write new poems to such an extent. He is worthy of being a poet of heaven, and he is so talented!"

Donghai, He Zhizhang and Meng Haoran were also looking at this new poem, and He Zhizhang couldn't help sighing.

As a veteran master of modern poetry, he has always looked down on so-called new poems, but as soon as this poem came out, he began to change his view of this so-called new poem.

"He really looks more and more like Taibai!"

Meng Haoran also sighed, "Perhaps this kid can really bring a prosperous age of modern poetry!"

Annan, Li Mubai was testing the power of new poems and poems in the martial arts arena, when his heart suddenly moved, he entered the Palace of Literature, and saw the song "Living Fire" which was at the top of the list of new poems.

Although he hadn't seen it before, he felt the energy contained in it just once, and he was sure that this must be a battle poem!

"This is a ditch of hopelessly stagnant water..."

Standing on Yanwu Square, Li Mubai recited this freshly released new poem, feeling the charm of it. After all, this is not his poem. It will take some time to comprehend its power, even if the new poem is more straightforward Obviously, it is not ready-to-eat.

But while reading it, Li Mubai couldn't help tears welling up in his eyes, completely forgetting that his original purpose was to understand Confucianism.

Back then, he was also a passionate scholar, hoping to make a career and make some achievements with his own efforts, but the cruel reality dealt a heavy blow to him, making him finally content with the status quo, in this fertile land in the south. As a guard, muddle along.

It was also because he had a lot of passion before that he could understand the helplessness and anger expressed in Lin Qian's poem, as well as the hope hidden behind the helplessness and anger!

Today's Daqian is really a ditch of stagnant water!

At this moment, Li Mubai's body surged with talent, and his arrogance was aroused by the rhyme of the poem. A blackened green river formed above his head. Being completely immersed in the emotion of the poem, he realized the unique Confucianism of this poem. .

It was only then that Li Mubai came out of the emotion of the poem, looked at the stagnant water above his head, and fell into deep thought, "How do we launch an attack?"

The moment this thought arose, a piece of green copper flew out of the stagnant water, and following Li Mubai's thought, flew towards the puppet in the martial arts arena.

puff!
The puppet that could withstand the blow of Confucianist cultivator in the Grand Virtue was easily pierced, and the green copper momentum remained undiminished, like a red-hot iron ball falling into the snow, and sank into the bluestone slab of the martial arts field with a hiss.

"What kind of Confucianism are you?"

Xu Jun, the deputy guard who happened to pass by the Martial Arts Field, saw this scene, and couldn't help but turn pale in shock. The blow just now was probably not much worse than that of the fifth-rank Mingyijing Confucianism cultivator. Is this the damage that the sixth-rank Confucianism cultivator can deal?
Li Mubai didn't answer, because he was already immersed in a strange state.

After sending out this blow, he once again immersed himself in the emotion of this poem. The experiences of these years emerged in his mind one after another, as if the distance between him and his youth was shortened, and he felt the youthfulness of his youth again. The boiling blood, the lofty ambition to make contributions.

If it is said that drying up the dead water in this ditch has clouded his pride and ambition, then today, this poem is like a broom, sweeping away the dust on it little by little, allowing him to understand his heart again and regain his love. The ideal of youth.

Boom!

Grand Virtue Qi boiled, a cyan beam of light completely gathered by Grand Virtue Qi enveloped Li Mubai.

"what?"

"This... is this intentional?"

If seeing Li Mubai's attack before, Xu Jun, the deputy guard, was just a little surprised, but now, he was so shocked that he lost his voice.

He and Li Mubai have been guarding Annan together for a while. Of course, they understand Li Mubai's situation. It is absolutely impossible to step into the fifth grade Mingyi.

But now, Li Mubai stepped into Mingyi in front of him, how could he not be surprised.

Just like the two poor students who were clearly the bottom one, one day you found out that the other party actually got the first place in the class and was praised by the teacher, Xu Jun now has such complicated emotions.

The vision lasted for a full quarter of an hour, Li Mubai let out a long roar, and the beam of arrogance converged, revealing Li Mubai in fluttering white clothes. At this moment, he seemed to be ten years younger, with the vigor and vigor that a teenager should have.

"Brother Jian'an, congratulations!"

Seeing the vigorous Li Mubai, Xu Jun stepped forward to congratulate him with complicated emotions.

Hahahaha...

Li Mubai laughed heartily, he never thought that he would be able to step into Wupin Mingyi in his lifetime, "We are happy together!"

"Brother Jian'an, what does this mean?"

Xu Jun was a little puzzled, he didn't have any happy event, what is there to congratulate?
"Brother Gongbo, I'm about to leave Annan. The position of defense should belong to you. Isn't this a happy event?"

Li Mubai, who had broken through to the fifth grade Mingyi, was in a good mood, and said with a smile on his face.

"Leaving Annan?" Xu Jun didn't appear too happy. There was not much difference between the deputy guard and the guard, and it was indeed not a big joy. Instead, he was puzzled, "Where is Brother Jian'an going?"

"Go north!"

Li Mubai raised his head and looked towards the northern sky, his eyes were firm and decisive, since he had made his mind clear, he had to follow his mind, if he could really do something according to his mind, maybe he would still have a chance to spy on the fourth-grade gentleman in this life.

Xu Jun opened his mouth, but in the end he only said "Take care".

He could feel that the current Li Mubai was really different. The current Li Mubai was exhausted, and his whole body was full of vigor, as if there were no difficulties that could stump him.

"Is this the difference between explicit and unexplained?"

Xu Jun sighed inwardly.

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On the Juan Yuntai, after Uwe left with a group of savages with gloomy faces, Cui Wuji also left. When Lin Qian made "Dead Water", he knew that he had no chance. Instead of staying here to embarrass himself, Might as well leave as soon as possible.

"It's really a hero out of a boy!"

Stepping onto the Juunyun Terrace, the representatives of the Saints' Family all looked at Lin Qian with smiles.

Many of them already had a good impression of Lin Qian. After all, their semi-sacred ancestors often praised Lin Qian.

Lin Qian's performance just now made them see Lin Qian's strength of character. There are certain qualities that you don't have, but when they appear in others, it is difficult for you not to feel admiration.

"Wang Huanyu from the Taiyuan Wang family, I met Brother Lin!"

In addition to the representatives of the saints' families, the younger generation's leaders also came forward to make friends with Lin Qian. However, any scholars who were willing to save the big cadres made Lin Qian's actions just ignite their blood, and Lin Qian Modesty is regarded as an idol.

Lin Qian didn't ask too much, and returned the greetings one by one.

For a moment, the atmosphere on the Juan Yuntai suddenly became lively, which was very different from the quiet and silent atmosphere just now, and everyone seemed to hate seeing each other later.

"Brother Lin, I'm free to make a painting today, if Brother Lin doesn't mind, can you write a poem for me?"

At this moment, a scholar took out a scroll and looked at Lin Qian expectantly. From his starry eyes, it could be seen how much he admired Lin Qian.

Lin Qian didn't agree right away. He still had a lot of strength in himself. It was no problem to copy poems when he was prepared, but if he really wanted to write poems for others, he didn't have that strength.

Seeing Lin Qian hesitate, the atmosphere in the field suddenly turned cold.

Wang Huanyu glared at the young man who took out the painting with implied displeasure. At this time, he took out the painting and asked for a poem. Isn't this equivalent to asking Lin Qian for a question?

Those who knew said that you admired him so much that his head was so hot that he didn't think much about it, but those who didn't know thought that you had a grudge against Lin Qian.

But seeing Lin Qian's appearance, everyone couldn't help but have other thoughts.

"Ah... no... sorry... I was being rude..."

The young man who had already opened the scroll suddenly blushed, said apologetically, and was about to put away the scroll.

This kind of request to write a poem for a painting is usually requested from all over the world. If it is proposed in such a large audience, even if you are born with a poetic talent, you may not be able to write it, or you may not be able to write an excellent work. Is the person being asked make a fool of himself?

It was also because he had had such a good chat just now and admired Lin Qian too much that he was so hotheaded that he made such a request. After being glared at by Wang Huanyu, he also reacted and wanted to make up for it.

However, when he saw the painting clearly, Lin Qian raised his hand to stop the young man who was about to put away the painting, "Wait!"

"Brother Lu's painting skills are exquisite, and he was greatly touched by the later generations, and he expressed his feelings!"

If it's another painting, he might still have a headache, but if it's this painting, he's right in the middle of my gun!
A poem came to Lin Qian's mind.

(End of this chapter)