The core rule of poetry is the use of flatness.
As long as this remains the same, even in another world, Xu Qi'an's nine-year compulsory education will still be useful.
Xu Xinnian glanced at him and raised his chin: "There is a bird in the sky, and a worm on the ground. When the bird flies down, the worm turns back."
"Pfft" Xu Lingyue covered her mouth and chuckled. But when Xu Qi'an gave him a hard look, he lowered his head with a blushing face.
Too vicious, I really want to hit him. The corner of Xu Qi'an's mouth twitched. This is a poem written by the original owner when he was ten years old. The three brothers and sisters of the Xu family (Xu Lingyin was still a little tadpole at the time) were enlightened by the aunt's father, the scholar's grandfather.
Once, Xiucai's grandfather examined their poetry, so this ingenious poem came into being.
Auntie sneered; "Ning Yan, it's not that Auntie despised you, and the old Xu family also gave birth to a seed for reading. Your uncle and nephew's words are like crawling insects."
"I can't write well, and I'm still writing poetry." Auntie curled her lips and rolled her eyes with a graceful gesture.
The second uncle was a little embarrassed, and coughed: "Ning Yan, let's not get involved in the scholar's business. Let's take a break today, and our grandfather will help in the courtyard?"
The implication is that you kid don't join in the fun, you don't understand the scholar's business, you are embarrassed yourself, and your wife is ridiculed by your daughter-in-law.
"A thousand miles of yellow clouds and white sun." Xu Qi'an said lightly.
Auntie rolled her eyes and lowered her head to drink porridge.
Uncle Xu wiped the oil stains from the corners of the little girl's mouth.
Xu Xinnian frowned. He couldn't hear a single sentence, but it was surprising that Xu Qi'an could write such a neat seven-character quatrain.
"The north wind blows wild goose and snow."
Xu Xinnian was stunned for a moment, and a picture came to his mind.
Xu Lingyue raised her head, and looked at her cousin in surprise with her smart and beautiful eyes.
Xu Qi'an lowered his head to drink porridge and said nothing.
"What about the back? What about the back?" Xu Xinnian asked urgently. It felt like hearing Mr. Shu tell a story in a teahouse. Talking about the wonderful place, I suddenly slapped a gavel: I predict what will happen next, please listen to the next time.
Makes you want to hit people.
"I don't know how to write poetry." Xu Qi'an glanced at Auntie lightly. He just felt that Auntie was very dignified and beautiful today, and there was absolutely no hint of asking her to apologize.
The aunt widened her Kazlan's big eyes, turned her head and asked her son, "Is this poem good?"
Xu Lingyue said softly, "It's very artistic!"
She has limited reading, but she can also hear that the first two sentences are excellent seven words.
Seeing the attitude of her daughter and son, Xu Pingzhi was startled and stared at Xu Qi'an without blinking, with both stunned and expectant eyes.
"Mochou has no confidants in the future, no one in the world knows you!" Xu Qi'an chewed the fried dough sticks and threw out the last two sentences.
The chopsticks in Xu Erlang's hand fell on the table.
"Mochou has no confidant in the future, no one in the world knows you," he muttered to himself, immersed in the artistic conception and unable to extricate himself.
Xu Lingyue's delicate body trembled, and goosebumps formed on the back of her hand.
Xu Pingzhi grinned: "Damn, why does it sound creepy."
The aunt was not convinced, but agreed with her husband's words.
The power of poetry lies in this, which is a kind of spiritual shock. Even people who can't write poetry and don't understand the rules of flatness, but reading masterpieces handed down from time to time will still have uncontrollable scalp tingling.
This feeling, when Xu Qi'an was studying in the past, was often shocked by the first masterpiece in the Chinese textbook.
"Thousands of miles of yellow cloud and white sun, the north wind blows wild goose and snow, Mochou has no confidant, and no one in the world knows you."
Xu Xinxin couldn't help standing up, his face flushed with excitement, which made him look even more charming.
Such a masterpiece!
Although he is not good at poetry, as a scholar, who doesn't yearn for a hundred poems to fight wine, and when he hears good poems and good words, he can't help but sing and sing, and his blood boils.
"When will you write poetry?" Xu New Year's eyes were fixed on Xu Qi'an, his eyes were bright, shocking, and puzzled.
"When did I say I can't write poetry?" Xu Qi'an laughed: "Can the poems made during enlightenment represent the present? I have always been quite poetic, but I just don't show it."
"It turns out that Ning Yan is the seed of our Xu family's study," Xu Ershu was overjoyed and smiled brightly: "If I knew earlier, I would let you study and quit the old days and practice martial arts."
The aunt refused to accept it, opened her mouth, but could not say a strong rebuttal.
No, in that case, I won't be able to write. Xu Qi'an knows that the original owner is a scumbag, and reading is a waste of time. It's better to drop out of school and move bricks on the construction site.
Xu Xinnian is not a material for martial arts, expecting a creamy boy with thin skin and tender meat to play iron? Train your physique
"However, this is a poem written by Ning Yan. If you have heard it, forget it. Say goodbye to the old one. You can't take it for yourself, it's not for a scholar." Xu Ershu said.
Xu New Year's 'ha' sounded, disdainfully responding to his father, what kind of person is he? Turning his head to Xu Qi'an, he said, "Lend this poem to me, and I will explain that the person who wrote the poem is you."
It was me, Xu Qi'an, who nodded slightly: "Go ahead, take it and pretend to be a holy person."
The matter of the scholar is, of course, the appearance of the Holy Spirit in front of people.
This poem was originally intended to be given to Xu New Year to make contacts. He didn't really care who the signature was.
He is not a scholar, and poetry has little effect on him, which is why he did not use poetry to manifest himself in front of people for a month.
The environment doesn't allow it.
It's better to teach them to sing the man who sings the horse pole with a group of catching kauai who dance with knives and guns all day long, and recite poems to them.
"Where's the name of the poem?" Xu Xinnian asked
I forgot. Xu Qi'an's face froze, "I wrote this poem because of my feelings. It doesn't have a name. You can think about it."
After breakfast, Xu Xinnian took his father's horse from the backyard and hurried away. The uncle and nephew were discussing in the yard, and it was time to stop.
"Yes, my skills have improved again. If you want to go further, you can only step into the realm of qi training, but the qi machine needs the sympathy of heaven and earth to be born." Xu Ershu took the sweat towel handed by the servant and wiped his cheek: "Except for the medicinal bath. In addition, you have to have a master in the spiritual realm to open the door for you. Otherwise, you will not be able to step into the Qi realm for the rest of your life."
The Spirit Refinement Realm is the seventh rank in the martial arts path.
"Second uncle, what do you want to say?" Xu Qi'an wiped his sweat.
"I was born and died in the Battle of Mountains and Seas, and only then did I accumulate military exploits, and it was only then that the military masters opened the door for me and stepped into the realm of Qi training." Xu Ershu sighed: "The second year after returning home, there will be a new year."
"The world is still quite peaceful now. You don't even have the opportunity to accumulate military exploits. How can you practice qi? If you don't practice qi, won't you become a family?"
"Ning Yan, the second uncle is old, and his only wish is to see you marry and have children, so that I can be worthy of your dead father."
"Let's take one step at a time." Xu Qi'an said perfunctorily.
In addition to accumulating credit, there are other ways to promote, that is, throwing money.
Prescriptions and masters can be solved with silver.
Heroes are forbidden by martial arts, so the imperial court strictly controls the number of warriors. It is expressly stipulated that experts in the realm of refining gods cannot open the gate of heaven for anyone in private. If they want to open the gate of heaven for their children, they need to report to the government.
However, today's Dafeng bureaucracy is extremely bad, corrupt officials are rampant, and the majesty of the imperial court is weakening day by day. Even if they dare not defy the law in an upright manner, there are still many experts in the spiritual realm who will look for trading partners on the black market.
Xu Qi'an worked hard to make money, but he saved the idea of using silver instead of meritorious deeds.
Otherwise, I have been stuck in the refining realm, what is the use of this iron rod
Auntie came over with a pair of daughters, stood under the eaves of the corridor, and shouted, "Master, the sun is warm, you can take Lingyin and Lingyue out for a stroll."
Uncle Xu frowned: "I have something to do."
"Isn't it Huo Mu today?"
"I invited my colleagues to have a drink, and I'll be leaving later. Otherwise, let Ning Yan take them out to play."
A girl from a scholarly family is usually raised in a deep boudoir and cannot go out for shopping at will.
The Xu family is a family of military generals, and there are not so many harsh tutors.
Xu Qi'an looked back, just in time to meet the clear and bright eyes of the 28th girl. The girl whose face is more blue than blue pursed her lips, slightly introverted and shy, and lowered her head slightly.
"Just in time for nothing." Xu Qi'an nodded.
Looking back, I took a sixteen-year-old girl out for shopping in my last life, and it was still the "golden years" at the age of eighteen. Of course, the girl at that time couldn't be compared with Xu Lingyue at all.
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