I write novels to become a saint

Chapter 88

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there is a desolate scene outside the city of Changsha Prefecture in late autumn.

A group of horse-drawn carriages drove out from the north city gate and stopped in front of Shili Pavilion. In the distance was the stretching Xiangjiang River, with sails like forests on it, a bustling scene. The grass in front of Shili Pavilion had withered. , but also don't have a taste.

Zhang Zehan, Chu Chengye, Wang Zhuan, Li Changce, Wei Xuezeng, and even the governor Li Huachun all came.

Zhang Zehan really wanted to go to Chang'an with him, but the safety of going to Chang'an was uncertain, Lin Qian resolutely refused.

After all, Wang Zhuan was a tutor in the government school. Although he was not as strict as a military general and had to be transferred, he couldn't stay with Lin Qian all the time. The young eagle always needed to go out to fly by itself, and it was impossible to stay under the protection of its wings all the time.

"To go to Chang'an, the sky is high and the road is far away. I don't know how many years it will be before we meet again!"

Wang Zhuan said rather sadly, "When you arrive in Chang'an, you should be cautious in everything you say and do."

"Students must remember the teachings of the master!"

Lin Qian bowed and saluted. He has been taken care of by his master these days when he came to Fucheng. He respects this grumpy and strong-willed elder from the bottom of his heart.

However, after saying this, Wang Zhuan did not retreat, but continued to stand there, as if waiting for something.

"Ok?"

Lin Qian was a little dazed, and thought about the farewell process. His answer was impeccable.

cough... cough...

Seeing the two stalemate for a long time, Li Changce finally couldn't hold it back, stepped forward, and patted Lin Qian on the shoulder, "From ancient times to the present, there has been a custom of composing poems when sending off. You are so precious!"

Wang Zhuan looked at his apprentice with satisfaction, feeling very pleasing to the eye for the first time.

"Ok?"

Lin Qian didn't understand what the teacher and master meant with this attitude, it's already been made clear, hey!
You come to see me off, and you want me to send you a farewell poem?

It's a bit outrageous!

Lin Qian was really unprepared, after all, it was usually the sender who gave a poem.

"Quick, quick, pen, ink, paper and inkstone are waiting for you!"

Seeing Lin Qian meditating, Wang Zhuan excitedly lowered his voice and said to Li Changce who was beside him.

In the past, Lin Qian used to recite poems. Except for the government examination papers, there was no calligraphy to keep. It was really a waste. After Lin Qian became a semi-sage, these things would be a priceless glory!
Good guy, before Lin Qian could react, rice paper had already been spread on the stone table in Shiliting, and Wang Zhuan was grinding it himself.

The atmosphere has been enhanced here, it will be difficult to end without writing a poem!
Although Wei Xuezeng and Li Huachun failed to squeeze into the pavilion, they were all looking forward to it, looking forward to it.

Blessed to the heart, looking at the busy sails on the Xiangjiang River in the distance, Lin Qian, who was still searching in his mind, was moved.

[It has been a farewell for many years, and the long winds of thousands of miles send off passenger ships.

I have a message to you, the article can't be controlled by the gains and losses! 】

A poem of Qijue was written with a brush, and in an instant, the slowly falling dead leaves suddenly spun and danced in the air, and the clothes of everyone inside and outside the Ten Mile Pavilion were flying...

got windy!
Wei Xuezeng stared, this is not a natural wind, this is, a vision!
"why?"

At this moment, Wei Xuezeng couldn't help feeling jealous, writing a poem casually can attract visions, is this a genius?
Look up to the sky.

"Fortunately, it didn't cause the daylight star to appear. It's just a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, not a poem of heaven!"

Wei Xue once sighed and subconsciously took two steps forward. Unfortunately, there were so many people in the pavilion that he couldn't see the content of the poem. For a moment, he felt as if a cat's claw was scratching in his heart, making him wish to fly to the sky with Confucianism Go check out Lin Qian's new farewell poem.

However, his status as a professor of the government school allowed him to restrain his impulse.

"It's okay, wait, wait, it doesn't matter if you watch it later!"

He suddenly regretted it now. If he had known this earlier, why would he have intervened in the arrest of Lin Qian?

"It has been a farewell for many years, and the wind of thousands of miles sends the passenger ship."

Li Changce recited the verses on the rice paper. There is nothing profound in the verses. The distance is long and the transportation is inconvenient. After this farewell, I don’t know when we will see each other again. There is a long way to go, and I hope that there will be a long wind to blow up Sail, help me through many dangers.

Wanli Changfeng here uses the allusion of the poet Zongxi "willing to bear the Changfeng and break the thousands of miles of waves", expressing Lin Qian's concern about the uncertain future of his trip to Chang'an.

This sentence sums up the feeling of parting, expressing Lin Qian's pain of parting and worry about the way forward.

But the following two sentences changed the trend, [I have a message for you, the article can't be controlled by the gain or loss! 】

This is a gift to those who bid farewell, but also to yourself. The path of life cannot be dominated by fate, only by striving hard can you take the initiative.

As soon as this sentence comes out, the parting melancholy in the previous sentence is no longer sad and sad, and the overall tone becomes heroic. The long wind of thousands of miles is no longer a "sorrowful and lonely boat". All of them were refreshed and brightened.

And the previous sentence expresses the sadness of parting. Because of the parting, we will not be able to talk as closely as we do now, so I have a message for you.

"Wonderful!"

Wang Zhuan strikes praises, the whole poem is harmonious and complete, and the temperament is unified. It is a rare masterpiece!
Of course, the most important thing is that with this poem, people who bid farewell today will also be famous forever!

"Qian'er, is there a title for this poem?"

After admiring for a while, Wang Zhuan looked at Lin Qian with burning eyes.

Li Changce's heart skipped a beat, and he was filled with regret immediately. He opened and closed his mouth several times, and after he stopped talking, his lips trembled, "Oops, I let the teacher take the lead."

"not yet."

Lin Qian answered truthfully that the title of the original poem was not suitable for use here, "Why don't Master give me a title!"

When Wang Zhuan heard the words, he stroked his beard and laughed, "How about calling it "Farewell Master Wang Zhuan and Everyone"?"

Chilling!
Li Changce was trembling with anger, so his genuine teacher became "everyone", obviously his student, and also the farewell poem he had the cheek to ask for, but now I don't deserve a name?

Too much, too much!
"Just as the master said!"

Lin Qian was helpless, of course he felt the teacher's anger, but the title of this Qijue couldn't be called "Farewell to Master Wang Zhuan, Teacher Li Changce, Friend Zhang Zehan", right?

The title can be longer than the poem, but it is not necessary.

"666!"

However, Zhang Zehan is uneducated, and the sentence 666 is popular all over the world. At first, he thought this poem was ordinary, but after listening to Wang Zhuan's explanation, he realized how powerful his brother is.

"You take the 1 taels of silver. It's not easy to live in Chang'an. You need silver everywhere. You don't need to save it. If you don't have enough, just ask me for it!"

As Zhang Zehan said, he took out a stack of banknotes from his arms and stuffed them into Lin Qian's arms. These days, he was protected by Wang Zhuan in Chang'an Mansion, but he earned a lot of money.

Look, you can make a lot of money by just opening a store. It's very easy to make money!

"Being ignorant and incompetent is a disgrace to gentleness!"

Li Changce refuted Zhang Zehan sourly, even using 666 to praise a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, he is really ignorant.

Of course, what made him even more dissatisfied was that even Zhang Zehan, who was as lazy as he was, had an inscribed Tiandao poem, but as a teacher himself, he was still unknown.

(End of this chapter)