The sun was setting, and the afterglow was mild. The son surnamed Luo was holding a wine pot, and he was chatting with witty words. He said that people don't care about success or failure. They don't know that kung fu is only about accidents. Even Xu Fengnian, an outsider, listened to it with gusto, and felt all the vulgarity in his body immediately disappeared.
Not to mention the two ladies who were already secretly in love with Mr. Luo, they wished they could snuggle up to each other, or simply go to the bed to listen to the teachings. Several old Confucian scholars also nodded frequently. Obviously, their affection for this son of the Luo family was not just Because his surname is Luo, just like when he met the horse thief back then, he drew his sword to resist the enemy before his followers. Mr. Luo went through needles and threads, and the atmosphere was lively. A talented man improvised a poem, a woman surnamed Su played the bamboo flute leisurely, and other young men and women either clapped their hands or beat dead branches to make light drums.
The old Confucian scholar Luo with a scarf and a green shirt hanging on his waist looked into the distance and said with emotion: "How big a heart can a frog at the bottom of a well look at the sky at the mouth of the well? Open your eyes and see that the world is wide, and your eyes will be wide open. So You young people, you want to go out for a walk while you are in good health. I ran north with my family, and along the way, I was displaced and became a commoner. Only then did I know the suffering and difficulties of the common people. So when we arrived in Beimang, I think we A group of old scholars, generally compared with those scholars who stayed in the Central Plains, are much less romantic and more humane. Our children also lack the inappropriate aloofness of many scholars."
Xu Fengnian twisted two fingers, gently broke off a dead branch, threw it into the bonfire, nodded with a smile, "Mr. Luo's words are very reasonable."
The old Confucian scholar whose family background was considered first-rate in Northern Mang and Southern Dynasties withdrew his gaze, looked at this very tempered young man, and said with a low laugh: "Little brother Xu, Luo Changhe and the top scholars, although they are not very polite , I don’t have a good face either, actually I don’t have any ill feeling towards you, it’s just that there is a woman I like in the room, and when I meet a horse thief, you are an outsider who steals the limelight. People who have come here, when they were young, they were jealous, and they didn't care about being gentle, courteous, courteous and frugal. , I will definitely say a few words for you quietly, but most of them will not show up and tell you, brother, that I helped you with this matter."
Xu Fengnian nodded. Although the old Confucian scholars around him were noble and famous, they were willing to talk to him, a bastard from a family that was not worth mentioning, which was enough to explain too many problems. This sixtieth old man is sophisticated and familiar with people's hearts, and what he said is the truth with reasons and evidence. The old Confucian scholar laughed, and finally found a clean porcelain bowl from his luggage after tossing and turning, handed it to Xu Fengnian, and asked, "We meet by chance, can we have a drink?"
Xu Fengnian squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "One glass is too little, as long as there is enough wine, just a few bowls will do."
The old Confucian scholar made a gesture to protect the buckskin wine pouch, which was only half a bag, and said with feigned anger, "I can't stand a few bowls."
Xu Fengnian said with a helpless smile: "When we arrive in the city tomorrow, I will give the old man a bag of good wine."
Two nearby old men who were five or six years younger than the old scholar Luo took advantage of the fire, and laughed heartily and booed: "Little brother, don't favor one more than another," "It makes sense."
Xu Fengnian promised to keep it, and I don't know when there was a rule of composing a poem after drinking a bowl of wine. After a round, even Xu Fengnian couldn't escape, and even the bonfire where five or six followers were staying was mostly awkward. He uttered a few vulgar and slang words, which are not five words or seven words, but from a man's mouth, there is a bit of rough frontier style, and it can't be said that he deliberately embarrassed Xu Fengnian, an outsider. When it was Xu Fengnian's turn, the old Confucian surnamed Luo helped pour a bowl of wine, and reminded with a smile: "You are not allowed to tease the palace's grievances and poems to spoil the scenery, and you are not allowed to recite the poems of everyone in the poetry world. As long as you are your own, you can speak nonsense."
For some reason, Xu Fengnian remembered the several times of watching waterfalls in Wudang Huishan and Jiuhuashan, as well as watching the tide on the Guangling River. , tapped the edge of the bowl, made a ding-dong sound, looked at the bonfire, and said softly: "The waterfall of the lotus is full of smoke, and the waterfall of the bull is thunderous. Only the waterfall of Jiuhua is not strange. It stretches one arm. The force can stretch 94,000 feet, like a Dunhuang flying fairy skirt overlapping peaks. Release the blue sky and nine galactic whites, just like the old general's temples."
The young men and women who thought this guy was going to make a fool of themselves were stunned for a moment, and then looked at each other in blank dismay. Most of them were familiar with poetry and books, and knew that this was just the beginning of their eyebrows, especially Luo Changhe and the woman surnamed Su frowned, chewing on the meaning . The few old Confucian scholars around Xu Fengnian didn't think so much, while Mr. Luo followed the boy catchy, patted his thigh, squinted his eyes and took a sip of wine.
"I came when the ink was pouring on the rain, and the two cliffs were tightly bound by the wind. The clouds suddenly surged, and the flood rushed away the tourist path... I once watched the tide and watched the waterfall, and a white deer stood quietly under the waterfall. Suddenly, the people and the deer looked at each other. , Southern Tang, Dongyue or Western Shu? Later, an old monk led a deer away, and then turned his head and smiled... After saying this, the moon set in the west, and the mountains and rivers were vast, and I felt that there was smoke and thunder under the stone beams. Ha Giang."
This poem that comes out of the mouth is probably too loose in rhythm, making it impossible for people to comment on it. They just feel that they can’t get out of their chests, like a thousand-tiered waterfall cascading down, all of which are piled up and reverberated in the deep pool.
Finally, a scholar couldn't help but whispered: "Is this a poem or a word? It's not a donkey or a horse. It doesn't matter at all."
Another scholar asked cautiously: "There is no physique, but there is still something interesting?"
Mr. Luo may have been holding the bowl unsteadily, splashed some wine on his hands, and subconsciously stroked his beard, which wet his gray and white beard. He didn't care about these details, and smiled at the other two old scholars, with sincere eyes Great reward.
After three years of traveling, I asked for a bowl of wine at a restaurant at the gate of the city. After saying a few words, I fell asleep after serving the wine. Later, Emperor Wu carried the bowl and walked in the city, and then knocked on the bowl and chanted softly at night on the grassland. Xu Fengnian was in a daze as if in a lifetime, and didn't hear the words of those sons and daughters. Dagger Chunlei lay quietly on his lap, trembling slightly. I don't know if the old sheepskin fur man's so-called no singing in the sheath is the artistic conception.
The old Confucian scholar seemed to be making a final decision, and said with a deep smile: "I write with my hand, and I speak with my own words. How can I be constrained by the poetry of the predecessors. Little brother, do you have a poem name?"
Xu Fengnian came back to his senses, and said with embarrassment: "I have never thought of it before."
An old scholar took a sip of wine, smacked it, and said with emotion: "You might as well call it the Angry Song of Watching Waterfalls, but it can teach my generation of literary actors to give birth to a few catties of righteousness."
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, "The name is too big, I really feel ashamed to take it."
The other bonfires felt a little awkward, and they left one after another, either going away for a walk under the moon, or going back to the tent to rest. Only Luo Changhe and the woman surnamed Su got up and sat down. Luo Changhe smiled softly: "Mr. Xu There are hills and valleys in the chest, Luo feels inferior to himself."
A few old scholars also got up and left, no matter whether it is Jiangshan or Jianghu, not to mention the Shilin literary world, after all, young people are expected to go to Xinmu to show themselves in the old forest, but Mr. Luo still stayed quietly with empathy. wine sac. Xu Fengnian shook his head and laughed at himself: "If it's really a good poem, it's only because I accidentally used up the little talent left in my life."
Luo Changhe laughed boldly: "Master, self-effacement makes Luo even more ashamed. For example, the name of my book swordsman sounds quite similar, but in fact it has a very bad origin. It's just spending money to let the literary world help to promote and create momentum. A few lines of poetry accidentally popped up while drinking with brothel prostitutes. It is really romantic for a daughter to buy drunk instead of meat. Find a few soft persimmons that the common people hate. The resounding words, the reputation and word-of-mouth will snowball out. You say that such a book swordsman is not genuine, how much can it be worth? Xu Gongzi’s poem is going to be much more real. "
The corners of Xu Fengnian's mouth curled up, "Master Luo is really a very straightforward person."
Luo Changhe asked, "Can we share a bowl of wine with each other so frankly?"
A woman surnamed Su with a smile on her face helped pour the wine, and Xu Fengnian and Luo Changhe drank down the bowls.
Xu Feng said with a young smile: "Actually, when it comes to writing poems, my second sister is really talented. I was not as good as Mr. Luo in the past. I only spent money to buy poems for appearance. I realized it later. Looking back now, it's quite Silly."
The woman surnamed Su took a sip of wine and smiled sincerely.
Luo Changhe held up the bowl and said, "Who's young man is not frivolous, Luo will offer you a bowl for his friend, thank you for your chivalrous help a few days ago. Do it first and respect."
They each had another bowl of wine. Luo Changhe's face was already flushed, and he stood up and apologized: "I can't drink any more."
Xu Fengnian and the woman surnamed Su got up together, and the latter said softly, "Master Luo, let's go together?"
Seeing Xu Fengnian wink at him quietly, Luo Changhe, who had a good heart, turned even more rosy, and went to relax with beauty. The hard work finally paid off, and Luo Changhe was in a good mood. Along the way, the celebrities and romantics failed to convince the pretty lady around him. It was not until the surname Xu knocked on a bowl to chant poems tonight that Luo Changhe came to his senses. He lowered his airs, put it to the end, and took advantage of the opportunity to reveal his heart with Xu, and it really worked wonders, winning the beauty's heart. Turning around, he saw the young man surnamed Xu standing there with a thumbs up, and Luo Changhe returned a gesture , without saying a word.
Xu Fengnian chose a secluded direction to walk alone, and lay down on the bank of a river.
The eight prefectures of Beimang, Gusai and Longyao are adjacent to Fengzhou, Youzhou of Beiliang, and the long and narrow Juzizhou is bordered by the northern Liao and Liao Dynasty of the Liyang Dynasty. To the north of Juzizhou is Jinxi. There is Murong Baoding, who is on the list of martial arts critics, and Xu Fengnian is not full of food to support such a big man. This trip to Beimang still has a clear thread. Going to stay in the city is killing people. Killing Tao Qianzhi, a military general of the Zhuang faction, was doing his best for Beiliang. He went to Feihu City to find someone, the masked man who taught Chen Zhibao and other disciples in the battle formation, but it seemed that he was out of luck. The next step should be Go to Jinxi Prefecture to assassinate a descendant of the Yelu family of the imperial account, and then temporarily flee south to Orange Prefecture to find a blacksmith and swordsmith. The old abbot messed up the situation intentionally or unintentionally, Xu Fengnian almost gave his life to the grassland, he couldn't say he hated him, he always respected this old monk, not to mention the softness of his hands, the living relic golden pill in his sleeve is not It was for nothing, but if you want to say how grateful you are to the old monk, it must be a lie. It is not terrible to mess with Tuoba Chunying, but it will cause endless troubles if it affects the Tuoba family.
Xu Fengnian took out a small square wooden box, held it in front of his eyes, and then twirled it with his fingertips. Cao Changqing said that his whereabouts were leaked, and two people smelled the breath and wanted to kill him. One of them was the fifth blind woman among the top ten demons. A luthier, good at pointing at Xuansha King Kong? Since it is the realm of the finger-mystery beyond the first level of Vajra, why are you good at talking about it? Does it mean that this woman is the most hardworking and most familiar with killing King Kong masters
Xu Fengnian struck the small wooden box and shook his head. Instead of worrying about these unanswered troubles, he looked forward to seeing the swordsmith who was a survivor of the Spring and Autumn Period hiding in the well of Juzizhou City. Grand Master Sun Xiji and his ilk have only reached the realm, such as hiding in the wild, giving lectures in academies, and escaping to the mountains and forests. It is not bad to be able to achieve success without being famous. The most rootless and high-spirited one, but thinking of the identity of the person that the blacksmith wants to protect, Xu Fengnian is relieved. It is a feat to survive. Zhong exhausted his strength and died in battle. The king guarded the gate of the country and ended with martyrdom.
However, the young prince was still stolen by two loyal ministers, one civil and one military, the literati was Zhao Dingxiu, a great Confucian in the Spring and Autumn Period, the name of the general is unknown, only that he cast and held swords for the Sword Emperor of Western Shu, and held them for more than 20 years sword. It is said that a group of people fled to the cliffs of the South China Sea and jumped off the cliffs to their deaths. Xu Fengnian did not know this was the case before leaving Beiliang. The last time Feihu City was looking for someone, it was Xu Xiao who asked him to take the lead. This time it was replaced by Master Li Yishan, probably It means that the 400-year-old state of Western Shu can continue, but the premise is that the prince, who should be in his twenties, go to Beiliang. Xu Fengnian is a little uncertain. Guozuo, can this kind of thing be negotiated? Wouldn't the swordsmith turn red-eyed and kill someone as soon as they met? However, Master must have listened to Chaoge and has a countermeasure. For this kind of undercurrent surging temples, Xu Fengnian, who was carried by Xu Xiao when the sky fell in the past, has never been very concerned, but after all, he has been in this big dyeing vat since childhood. To say that Xu Fengnian is an outsider in official circles is indeed to underestimate this His Royal Highness who is notorious on the surface.
Xu Fengnian sat up, put away the living relics, and counted with his fingers.
Excluding the few remaining veterans of the Beiliang Army, the largest force in the backbone is probably Xu Xiao's six sons. Chen Zhibao will not say more, Yuan Zuozong's loyalty is beyond doubt, and Ye Xizhen, who has the reputation of "Little Zhao Changling", is good at conspiracy. His personality is also upright, but his relationship with His Royal Highness can only be regarded as weak. Yao Jian, who is good at finding dragons and inspecting sand, is the closest to him besides Chu Lushan. Geography, as for Lu Qiu'er, Xu Fengnian sighed, Xu Xiao is probably the only one in the world who can see through this fat man's mind, and he is still too far behind. Next is Ning Emei Dianxiong Wei Fucheng and other military generals and staff, all of whom are also outstanding in style. They either stand on their own or rely on one of the six foster sons, and these people naturally have their own small camps, which are very intertwined. , but compared to the court hall of the Liyang Dynasty, it is still cleaner after all. The civil official group led by Li Hanlin's greedy father Li Gongde is still far from being able to challenge the Beiliang Army on the whole, and can only maintain politics while observing the situation.
Xu Fengnian counted and counted, and it seems that there is only one Guoyi Duwei Huangfucheng who can be called his direct descendant, who took the life of the whole family as a vote.
Xu Fengnian looked down at the solitary finger that symbolized that there was only one confidant, and said to himself: "It's really desolate."