Intoxicated Jianghu

The little loach said, "Drunken Immortal Tavern, are they trying to get the deities to get drunk too? The deities were originally carefree to begin with. What would happen if they were drunk?

"The people of this world think well. When one cultivates the dao and becomes a deity, behind the deity's back, there is also a lot of sadness and annoyance. Little Loach, it's the same as you and me. "

The book sword laughed.

Wen Zhu continued. Therefore, Drunken Immortal sounded very poetic. Since even deities have bitterness and annoyance, then it was better than Drunken Wind. The feeling that "Drunken Wind" gave people was naturally refreshing, plain but magical. The wind also has the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Just like how we are right now, the autumn is getting tighter and the moon is slightly cold. Think about it, the wind of the four seasons is getting drunk.

"Thank you," Chen Yi smiled. "My sister is very poetic, indeed," she said as she saw the calligraphy and painting on the wall. It was a picture of a shepherd carrying a bamboo flute, leading a cow towards his house, with a bird singing behind him. The little shepherd boy reluctantly looked back, perhaps wanting to play for a while longer, but the old cow was being led by his reins and kept turning its head to follow the little shepherd's rhythm, but the wind behind him made the little shepherd involuntarily move forward, and the picture didn't show any picture at all. The two words "Drunken Wind" were drawn.

Chen Yi stood up and walked over to the painting.

"For example, this painting doesn't have any profound meaning at first glance. However, the moment one enters it, it becomes impossible to stop. The little shepherd boy wanted to play and didn't want to go home. He pulled the old cow with him and looked back, still reluctant to leave the scenery behind him, but the spring breeze seemed to understand him and blew him back. It's like saying, "Don't miss the prosperity anymore. It's not as good as home."

Chen Yi was a young and knowledgeable poet. She was an expert in poetry and painting.

The little loach came over. See the scene in the painting. "He touched his head." What do you mean windy? Isn't this just a little kid showing off? "

You only know one thing but not the other. "The philosophy behind painting and painting is the same as when we practiced martial arts. In the early stages, we learned a little martial arts and became complacent. When we met an expert, we suffered a crushing defeat. We knew that we were unskilled and diligently practiced, so we thought we were formidable.

The sword said with a smile.

Du Le stroked his beard and laughed. Yes, yes, as the saying goes, there is no end to art. No matter what one does, nothing in the world can be accomplished so easily. It is only after many days of accumulation and perseverance that we will be able to gradually improve. "

He walked over to the painting and studied it. "There is a praising smile on his face." A composition made from strange ideas is a masterpiece. In the eyes of mortals, it was just an ordinary painting. But after your life experience has reached a certain level, you see it differently.

"Drunken Wind!" Du Le couldn't help but call out. He looked at the picture again. He was silent for a long time. Ye Zichen slapped his thigh. "A good painting is definitely a good painting." The word "Drunken Wind" is definitely used very skillfully. It can be said that he has transcended the mortal realm. "

With this, Wen Zhu also walked forward.

Du Le laughed. "Zhu'er, take a look at the painting and see if there's any deeper meaning behind it."

Wen Zhu had grown up in Jiangnan, and the beauty of Jiangnan's book and perfume nourished her. Naturally, she had no trouble writing poetry or reciting poems.

Wen Zhu looked at the painting, "This painting has a profound meaning, and everyone has said it in detail. Needless to say, the beauty of it lies in the signature of the words' Drunken Wind ', which can be said to be the best of the best, everyone, look, Peach Blossom doesn't know what to do, the spring wind understands, the spring wind blows the young Shepherd Child home, and the young Shepherd Child is reluctant to part with it.

Wen Zhu continued to explain. Little Shepherd Boy, it's your fault. Anyway, I'm drunk, and the image inside is like an adult, so it's easy and natural, without leaving a trace. On the surface, he was drunk, but how could the wind blow the little shepherd back home? It was full of great wisdom. The wind was a wise man. He borrowed the word 'drunk', which made the little shepherd happy. He also told her not to play around anymore and to go home quickly. You can say that you've done a lot of writing on it. "

Shujian looked at Wen Zhu and Chen Yi and said with a smile, "To think that we still have two talented women here. Your comments are indeed very interesting, Shujian is willing to admit defeat."

The little loach covered its head with both hands. Ye Zichen was confused.

Du Le looked at the signature of the painting and said, "The spring breeze knows what it means to be drunk. Good, good. Words are painted beautiful, words are drawn true. After reading the poem, there was actually one question — "No ego" "." "His mood immediately rose as he shouted loudly." Waiter, come here for a moment. "

"I'm coming," the waitress said with a big smile as she hurried over.

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Waiter, let me ask you." "Where did you get this painting?" Du Le said excitedly. Who was he?

"Oh, sir, you mean this picture. What? You've taken a fancy to this painting. "

Du Le waved his hand. I'm asking you, who painted this painting? "

"Oh, my dear guest, it is so. When Drunken Wind House was first built, it was probably two years ago. At that time, it was still called Lucky Inn, and it was the same as the Lucky Inn that was behind the restaurant. "

In the early days of the restaurant, there were not many guests. One day, an old beggar arrived, his clothes were tattered, but his eyes were shining. He did not seem like an ordinary beggar.

Who would have thought that this beggar would say something extraordinary, he said that he would not accept anything without merit, I have eaten your food, I cannot owe you anything, how about this, I will draw a picture for you and hang it in the middle of the hall, and also change Lucky's restaurant into Drunken Wind House, this way, some scholars and scholars will fight to recite and the business will slowly improve.

The waiter was full of joy as he said this, "So the boss prepared a brush and ink. The old beggar did not refuse. He danced like a dragon and a phoenix. Not long after, he drew this painting and wrote the three words' Drunken Wind House '. Don't even mention it. Our business is going to get better in the future. Right now, we are in the vicinity of Ma Jia Village, and there is no one who does not know of our Clear Wind Restaurant. "

"What's the old beggar's name?"

"What?" The waiter was confused. This, this... I don't know about that. "

"No me, no me." Du Le pondered. He glanced at the waiter. " Alright, it's alright now. You can leave now. "

"The sword asked." Uncle, do you know this person? "

Du Le pondered for a long time. He shook his head.

'To be able to master the art of writing and calligraphy to such an extent, this person must not be a simple person. 'The three words' Drunken Wind Tower 'were written in simple characters, with ups and downs, and some chapters were well-written. This person must be an expert in martial arts, and the three words' Drunken Wind House 'on the surface appeared to be in high spirits and was simple and magnanimous. "In fact, it's a simple task. Every word has its own meaning."

"" Chen Yi said. "Could it be that this old gentleman is of the Beggar's gang?"

As soon as Du Le reminded him, he came to a sudden realization. "" That's not right, the Beggar Gang's Elder Chang is not that old, and I've never heard of Elder Chang being proficient in painting. "

The little loach cupped his hand under his chin and said while shaking his head, "No me, no me …" Without me, who would I be? Without me, I naturally wouldn't be able to see you. If I can't see you, why am I here?

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

"Thank you," Chen Yi smiled. "You are a fan of the local people, this is the extremely high level of Zen wisdom, without a certain level of cultivation, it is very difficult to walk out."

"Serve up the dishes," the waiter called out.

After a while, the dishes were served. A fragrant smell assaulted his nostrils.

"The little loach cried out." Whether it's the wine or the dishes. "

Du Le was startled after hearing this. "Little Loach, well asked. I really can't see that even though you don't understand poetry, you have a heart of wisdom."

"Haha." Du Le laughed. Who would answer it? The aroma of wine? Or is it the fragrance of vegetables? "

"Let me explain." "It's the heart." The book sword said.

Everyone was stunned.

Actually, both the aroma of wine and the fragrance of vegetables are derived from the feeling of the heart." Actually, both the aroma of wine and the fragrance of the food came from the sensation of the heart.

"So, it's not the fragrance of the wine or dishes, but the desire. If the heart is bitter, can you still taste the aroma of wine? "

His words caused everyone to clap.

The three who were drinking at the next table.

Hearing the few of them discussing the poem, he couldn't help but squint at them. They mumble something they don't understand. Apparently, he had come from outside. Look at the boots and the dress, the dark face. He also carried a dagger at his side, looking more like a northern Tibetan than a human.

Du Le thought to himself. "Why did these Tibetan people come to Ma Jia Village? What is their business?"

It was:

He was full of pride and laughter

On the Poetry in the Clear Wind Restaurant

A pot of old wine without a trace of drunkenness

It is dusk when the shepherd boy returns home