Saint Immortal Way

Another poem flew up, the words were vast, condensed but not scattered, with a strong sense of eternity.

"Princess, this poem is also good, very beautiful!" Shangguan Yi said.Princess Shouyang also liked it very much, and asked: "When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless people in the world. Is there any story?"

"Haha, the princess is really as careful as a hair, and has insight into the subtleties. This is the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl that is widely spread in the countryside. The rivers and rivers are clear and shallow, and they are separated by a few degrees. There is a gap between the water, and the pulse is speechless."

Lu Yang briefly told the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and then said: "The identities are very different. Although there are lovers who will eventually get married, the Milky Way is far away, and they meet once a year. It is very poignant and touching!"

"Well, that's great. This story can be written into a storybook. This hall likes it very much!" Princess Shouyang nodded, her heart was touched. After a while, she calmed down her feelings and said with a smile: "Take flowers as the theme!"

"Flowers? It's easy. I advise you not to cherish golden thread clothes. I advise you to cherish when you are young. The flowers can be broken and the branches will be broken. Don't wait for no flowers to break the branches!" Lu Yang laughed loudly, and quickly wrote a poem. Waving, another psalm was erected, and several psalms were already suspended in mid-air in the entire floor, which was quite eye-catching.

"This song is not bad, but it's a pity that it's a little bit off topic, and it's just pretending to be wrong..." Shangguanyi immediately shook his head.Lu Yang also shook his head, annoyed: "It's a bit off topic, it seems too much work, I don't know how to write it!"

"Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are pressed down on the branches. The lilian opera butterfly dances from time to time, and the free-spirited oriole sings!" Lu Yang thought for a while, and waved his brush again.

"This song has some meaning, but it's just a bit sloppy. It's not enough to make it into the hall of elegance!" Princess Shouyang and Shangguanyi looked at each other and shook their heads. Write about Peach Blossom now!"

"Okay, the peach blossoms are, the peach blossoms, the radiance of the peach blossoms, Your Royal Highness, let me write for you: Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Immortals in the Peach Blossom Temple... The car dust and horses are full of fun for the rich, and the wine calendula flower branches The fate of the poor. If you compare the rich and the poor, one is on the flat ground and the other is in the sky. If you compare the poor with chariots and horses, he has to drive and I have leisure. Others laugh at me as crazy, but I laugh at others and can’t see through. I don’t see the tomb of heroes in Wuling , without flowers and wine, hoe the field."

Shangguanyi read this poem, frowned and said: "Too lofty, too crazy, people in my holy way don't speak spooky ghosts, and you still write about peach blossom fairy, taboo, taboo..."

Princess Shouyang waved her hand and said with a smile, "I am a person in the holy way. There are never many recluses who are frivolous and unscrupulous. The speaker is innocent. Besides, this poem is full of wild words after being underappreciated. It is wonderful." !"

"Genius, genius, is definitely a talent given by heaven..." Everyone in the opposite building looked at each other in astonishment, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Haha, it's really good. My elder brother is a poet in seven steps. He is a genius. His achievements in the day are limitless..." Gu Feng was overjoyed, and laughed at the Confucian scholars crowded around him, as if he was writing a special book, full of pride It was not Lu Yang, but himself.

"Cut..." Everyone sighed in disdain.Gu Feng was suddenly embarrassed.

"Princess, those Confucian scholars on the opposite side are really unscrupulous. It's quite annoying. Do you want me to drive them all away so that they won't make a noise on the other side!" His brows were wrinkled, and he was very upset.

"No, no, no, they are also students of the academy. It's a bit unreasonable to drive people away like this!" Princess Shouyang was in the middle of her arms, she would not drive others away, she thought that there were not many people who came to watch, and she was afraid that what happened today would not be good. will spread the word.

Naturally, Lu Yang had already seen many Confucian scholars looking around, not only that, but Fengyi Tower, the third floor where he was, the aisle was also full of people, if it wasn't for the shining swords of the guards from Yulin, he might have already Bump in.

Lu Yang knew that after today, he was afraid that he would lose his reputation!

"Come on, once you have entered the holy way, you must be enlightened. The holy way is the way to enter the world. To assist the king and protect the people, and to be famous in the world is one of the goals pursued by all people in the holy way. My heart It has always been flying, and when it comes, it will be safe, that's all.

"The above poems are all good, let's write another snow scene poem!" Princess Shouyang smiled, feeling very happy. Every poem by Lu Yang opened her eyes. From the beginning to the present, she can It is said that it is like eating the best delicacy in the world, and the fragrance remains on the teeth and cheeks.

"Poetry about snow scenes? Yes!" Lu Yang thought nothing of it, walked a few steps, dipped his ink and swiped a good book: "Thousands of mountains and birds are gone, thousands of paths are gone, people are gone, a lonely boat and a man in a hat, alone fishing in the cold Jiang Xue."

"Okay!" A great Confucian who specializes in Danqing in the first-class building on the opposite side shouted suddenly, and his beard and hair were all in a flash.

It's a coincidence that this great Confucian traveled all over the world and came from the bitter cold north to the south. He just arrived at Bailongtan Academy today and entered the commercial street to buy painting materials. Unexpectedly, the surrounding area of ​​Fengyi Building was overcrowded and there would be an uproar from time to time. It turned out that there was a young disciple of the Holy Way writing a poem upstairs, and it was for Princess Shouyang, which caused the whole street to erupt.

He couldn't help flying up, the aura of righteousness surrounding his body, suspended in mid-air, and floated out of the window, he heard Lu Yang's dragon and phoenix dance, writing a poem about fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

This poem is incredible. When I heard it, I immediately felt four words rushing to my face. The first one is Jun, the precipitousness of the world, mountains and rivers.

The second is Jie, the world is pure white, the snow is vast and covered the ground, and there is no color at all.The last two words refer to a cold, desolate world, where there is no sound, where the fisherman wears his coir raincoat and fishes alone in the cold river.

Daru took out a special holy way pen with a black stem and white hair from his arms, and under the infusion of grandeur and righteousness, the rich and boundless grandeur condensed on the tip of the pen, and Daru raised the pen and pointed towards the void.

"Wow..."

Immediately, the vast and surging righteousness of heaven and earth spread out in all directions with the tip of the pen as the center. The breath is black and white, clear and distinct; The landscape scroll, ten meters long, occupies the upper and lower spaces in front of Fengyi Tower, and you can see the amazing scenery at a glance.

Stretching across the sky and the earth, as high as the peaks, as low as the river, within a short distance, covering thousands of miles, in a world of white snow, on a small solitary boat, an old man in a straw hat, fishing alone in the river and snow.

"Absolutely, which master Danqing is this great Confucian?!"

Everyone was dumbfounded. Shangguanyi, who originally wanted to scold, was shocked by the other party's almost Taoist painting skills.

"But Lu Canglu Fang Weng Daru?" Princess Shouyang's heart moved, and she thought of a person. This person had better wander around the world. He is known as the great master of mountains and rivers. He has a wide range of friends and is unique in the world. There is no one who cannot make friends with this person. Most of Hongru, Grandmaster, and even the seven surviving sages are his close friends.

This man's surname is Lu, his single name is Cang, and his nickname is Fang Weng. He has always called himself a poor Confucian, has lived in no fixed place all his life, is cynical, and is quite uninhibited.

"Haha, it turns out that His Highness also recognizes Poor Confucianism?" Lu Cang laughed, and flew down to Princess Shouyang, sizing up Princess Shouyang very curiously.

"Poor Confucianism is a born person, and he seldom walks around in front of people, so he doesn't salute the princess..." Lu Cang laughed.

"It's okay, it's okay, seniors can do whatever they want, juniors don't stick to etiquette!" Princess Shouyang was respectful, and held the salute as a junior, Shangguan Yi bowed and saluted even if she dared to be presumptuous.As far as she knew, the old guy in front of her was just as crazy even in front of the current emperor. He didn't care about etiquette, and the emperor could only smile wryly, not daring to commit any crimes.

Lu Yang's eyes widened. He didn't expect that Princess Shouyang, who has always been very grand, would have a day of obedience and respect like a kitten. This huge contrast almost made Lu Yang's eyes pop out.

This old Confucian is not simple!

Lu Cang read the poems and essays that were floating in the air, nodded, showing surprise, and smiled at Lu Yang: "Is there really someone who is born with knowledge in this world? Hehe, fellow daoist, what's your name?"

"Fellow Daoist?" Lu Yang felt that this title was a bit new. Fellow Daoists were friends who pursued the holy way, regardless of their size, regardless of their front and back.

"Boy Lu Yang, I have met my senior!" Lu Yang bowed calmly.

"Not bad, not bad..." Lu Cang nodded, and with a wave of his sleeve, the picture of solitary fishing in the cold river flying outside flew into the room, condensing into a picture scroll of more than one meter. The artistic conception displayed in the picture is amazing, the world No two, it is a perfect match with Lu Yang's poems.

Lu Cang raised his hand and pointed, and the poems condensed with awe-inspiring righteousness were immediately printed on the picture of fishing alone in the cold river, the artistic conception doubled, and the poems and paintings complemented each other.

"Listening to Daoist friend's poems today made me understand Dan Qingyi again, which really amazed Poor Confucianism. Daoist friend, do you have any other earth-shattering poems, why don't you write them one by one?"

"Senior, is it possible that you can draw poems that juniors can write?" Lu Yang asked back, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Haha, Poor Confucianism has only loved mountains and rivers in his life. As long as it is related to landscapes, Poor Confucianism can draw it! Fellow Taoists still have any poems, come quickly, Poor Confucianism has painted them together, and return early, smiling proud of the world! "

"Haha, the senior is open-minded and unrestrained, the junior is so envious!" Lu Yang stretched out his hand, and the flagon with half of the wine on the table flew to his hand. Cang, quite heroic.

Seeing that Lu Yang was so indifferent, Shangguanyi wanted to reprimand her a few times, but Princess Shouyang raised her hand to signal Shangguanyi not to be careless.

Lu Cang also found it interesting, took the jug, raised his head and took a few sips, laughing loudly and unscrupulously!Lu Cang suddenly felt that Lu Yang's temperament was very suitable for his own temper, because it had been a long time since he met a junior who was as unpretentious as Lu Yang, it was rare, such a blessing, what a pleasure!

"Compose a poem according to the four characters of Princess Fenghuaxueyue, and now it should be a word of snow, seniors look forward to it!" Lu Yang walked a few steps, picked up his pen, and said: "When the wind comes, thousands of trees and pears bloom..."

This poem is magnificent and romantic in color and majestic in momentum, which can be called the masterpiece of frontier poems in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.This poem expresses the feelings of seeing off outside the Great Wall and seeing off guests in the snow, but it is not sad, full of whimsy, romantic ideals and magnificent feelings, making people feel that the wind and snow outside the Great Wall has become an object of appreciation . "When the wind comes, thousands of pear trees bloom" has become a famous saying through the ages.

Sure enough, after Lu Yang splashed ink, after writing this poem, Lu Cang's eyes were shining brightly, his gray and thin hair and beard flaunted in all directions because of his excitement. , he has traveled around the world in his life, and he has been to the northern frontier many times.

As soon as Lu Yang's poem came out, Lu Cang immediately wandered into the sky, without closing his eyes, the vast and vast frontier scenery was in front of him...

"Haha...quick, wonderful, look at my poor Confucian painting for my little friend!" Lu Cang closed his eyes first, then opened them suddenly, and laughed loudly, looking like a madman, with a burst of righteousness gushing out again, filling his eyes. Shino, the old guy picked up the pen and moved a little in front of him, very focused.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still!

All the colors in the world disappeared, leaving only two colors, black and white.

wow...

The wonderful picture scroll is condensed from pure awe-inspiring righteousness. It radiates from the tip of the pen to all directions. After the extension, it is a vast snow scene guarded by Luntai in Saibei. Waving each other off, one person drifts away...

Such a view is beyond imagination!

The new Monday is here again, and there will be another chapter at 12 o'clock in the evening. I hope that book friends can support the firepower, and I hope this book will be on the new book list on the homepage again!Thanks!