Ming Dynasty: At the beginning of the game, Lao Zhu resigned and retired.

Chapter 47 Hu Weiyong: Let me pretend to be awesome!
Chapter 47 Hu Weiyong: Let me pretend to be big!

When Hu Weiyong heard the name Fang Xiaoru, he really didn't care at all about this guy's bad mouth behavior just now.

Nothing else, because this person is a real tough guy, a ruthless person!

Others want to die, but if they can't do it to the point where the nine clans can eliminate their happiness, that would be to defy the sky.

In the 270th year of the Ming Dynasty, he was the only one in Zuo who could risk his own life until the ten clans could be reunited. If he didn't become an iron man, who would be an iron man?
I have to say that being of the same clan as him would have been unlucky for eight lifetimes.

Hu Weiyong didn't bother to mind the slight offense to the iron-headed boy who could bring all ten of his clans to the execution ground.

However, Hu Weiyong raised his head and looked at the students around him.

However, he found that everyone seemed to have stopped writing at this time, and their eyes fell on him, a stranger who had just arrived.

Hu Weiyong raised his eyebrows slightly, happy.

Yes, although I have no intention of showing off, I can't help but being in this situation, and everyone is forcing me to show off.

Okay, I didn’t want to pretend to be cool before, but since I have to pretend, I really have to pretend to be big.

Hu Weiyong randomly selected an empty desk among students, first smoothed the rice paper on the table, and then pressed the corners with a paperweight.

Then he rolled up his sleeves, poured some water into the inkstone, then picked up the ink stick on the side and slowly started grinding it.

At the same time, he narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly thought about which song he was going to use to show off.

During the Ming and Qing dynasties, there were not many classic poems that could be passed down to later generations, but those that could be passed down were of good quality.

You have to use something good, you have to pretend to be big, and it has to be in line with your identity. After a few conditions, and after thinking about it, Hu Weiyong decided on the show-off package for today.

Just at this time, the ink was ready. Hu Weiyong held his sleeve with one hand, picked up the brush with the other hand, dipped it full of ink, and without any hesitation, he wrote the three words "Linjiang Immortal" on the yellowish rice paper.

Hu Weiyong's calligraphy is truly practiced.

Not only the memory of the previous life is there, but also the experience of the previous life is there.

Although he is not a master of calligraphy, as long as he writes a single stroke, he can vividly express Hu Weiyong's seemingly calm, but actually hidden temperament.

The font is not a strict, neutral block script, nor is it an uninhibited, free and loose cursive script.

Rather, the form is scattered and the spirit is not scattered. It seems that the pen is moving like a dragon and a snake, but in fact it has its own framework and is based on this.

All the students looked solemn when they saw this word and the name of the brand.

All of them have read books, not to mention poetry books, but those who have the courage to participate in poetry gatherings must at least have two brushes in poetry.

How could one not know the name of the brand "Linjiangxian"?

But precisely because they knew it, they felt surprised.

You know, Tang poetry, song lyrics, and Yuan music have been passed down to this day. How many senior masters and timeless masterpieces have come before us?
Poems like five-character and seven-rhyme verses are okay. As long as the rules are correct, you can always make up a poem.

But the word card is different. A word card is a meter, rhythm, and rhythm.

The difficulty here is more than ten times higher?
It can be said that anyone who dares to write lyrics during a poetry meeting is either trying to please others or is confident.

And the old man in front of him, who was a little older than everyone else, didn't look like a sensationalist.

Just when everyone was surprised by a title, Hu Weiyong straightened up and wrote the opening chapter in one breath that has been remembered for two lifetimes.

"the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero!"

As soon as this opening chapter came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

There were students who were a little invisible around the back, and they were very anxious at this time.

Even a fool knows that something big has happened to the mother-in-law, but you guys standing in front of me, since you saw it, can you read it out?

Although Fang Xiaoru's emotional intelligence is negative, he is very serious about learning.Therefore, without being urged at all, he recited "The Rolling Yangtze River..." in a deep voice.

Just the opening chapter made many students blush with embarrassment and hurriedly tore their "masterpieces" into pieces.

Didn’t write it!

If you haven’t seen it, you haven’t written it!
No one is stupid. Just by reading the opening chapter, you can tell that it is completely different from their works.

This poetry meeting today will definitely leave its name in history.

At that time, when recording them, if those "masterpieces" they had just been recorded were recorded, it would be a shame for future generations.

After all, as the old saying goes, you are not afraid of not knowing the goods, but you are afraid of comparing goods.

Normally, the works they carefully prepared would not only be amazing, but they would at least be applauded.

But today, next to Hu Weiyong's "Linjiang Immortal", it would be like being stepped on in the mud.

Several students who had finished tearing up their "masterpieces" looked at each other with deep sympathy in their eyes.

They are all smart people.

Then smart people will naturally get together with smart people.

"Brother Duan, what do you think of this poem?"

"Although I only heard the opening chapter, I hope that if I can write such an opening chapter, the follow-up will be good! What does Brother Zhang think?"

"Zhang thinks so too! We, the fireflies, should be more conscious and don't get close to compete with the bright moon!"

"Haha, Duan also thinks so. When you meet such a great talent, there is nothing wrong with being a firefly. If you can't compare to normal, it's abnormal if you surpass it!"

……

It must be said that the words of these two students expressed the sentiments of many students.

This special girl is definitely a great talent.

At this time, Hu Weiyong had already finished writing the first half of the novel.

The sentence "The green mountains are still there, and the sunsets are red several times" made the students seem to see the civil servants and military generals recorded in the history books gradually withering one by one.

Fang Xiaoru was even more excited now and his face was red.

He was fond of reading. Not only did he read a lot of the Four Books and Five Classics, he also read a lot of history books.

But just because he had read a lot, when he saw the first half of the song "Linjiang Immortal", he knew that he was far behind this "old candidate who failed the exam".

Just reading this poem makes me feel soul-stirring, generous and tragic, let alone its inner meaning.

Hu Weiyong was also very emotional at this time. When he came to this world, he met many "celebrities" who could only be seen in history books, and his emotions for this poem became even deeper.

This also made his words more exciting.

"So many things in ancient and modern times are all made up of jokes"!
As Fang Xiaoru recited the last sentence of the word loudly, all the students in the room looked at Hu Weiyong as if they were drunk. Their faces were red and their eyes were red.

But Hu Weiyong casually threw the pen aside, wiped his hands, looked at everyone with a smile, and asked softly: "Everyone, how do you like this poem?"

This kind of demeanor is not comparable to the bunch of young men in front of me who have never even entered the officialdom.

I don't know who was brave enough to ask directly: "I feel ashamed of this poem, brother, can you tell me how to respect your name?"

Hearing this, Hu Weiyong smiled, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "My surname is Chen, and my name is Jinnan. I am Chen Jinnan!"

(End of this chapter)