Tang Zhao's first reaction was to blush when he heard the outsider identifying himself.
There is no other way. I was just talking about someone else's discussion in full swing, and in the blink of an eye, someone comes to the door, and I don't know if they heard me. Isn't this embarrassing?
Immediately afterwards, he became vigilant.
Although we met by chance by the river, we just passed by each other, and my senior brother was not rude, but how could we know that he had offended this person by accident, and that he had come to pick a fight?
Both Xing Ji and Xue Xianyun had reminded him that many people in the world were narrow-minded, had bad tempers, and would easily form grudges. Maybe some life-and-death feuds stem from taking one more look or saying the wrong thing.
Tang Zhao raised his concerns and looked towards Jiang Shenyi, wanting to see how his senior brother, the "old Jianghu", would deal with it. However, he saw that Jiang Shenyi's face turned red, and he looked like he was ready to get in even if he looked like he was in trouble.
Only then did he remember that he, the eighth senior brother, was so proud of himself and so thin-skinned that he would rather die than admit his mistakes. How could he deal with the embarrassment of being blocked in the door after talking about people behind their backs? I can't get over it for a while.
The senior brother couldn't help, so Tang Zhao had no choice but to put the magic weapon back into his sleeve and said in a loud voice: "Please wait a moment."
As soon as he opened the door, he saw a middle-aged man standing in the courtyard. He was dressed simply and looked lonely. Only the square scarf on his head was tied up. His hair was no longer disheveled. He looked more like a scholar.
Tang Zhao first made a scholarly gesture and said, "Sure enough, sir, students are polite."
Naturally, you have to be polite when you see Jiansheng, not to mention that this person is dressed as a scholar, and he must be Tang Zhao's predecessor in reading. As long as he has fame, he is better than Tang Zhao, because Tang Zhao is at most a ignorant boy in literature, so you can call him a Tong Sheng. Compliment him.
The scholar returned the gift and said, "I have taken the liberty to come to the door and disturb the two gentlemen."
Tang Zhao said: "It doesn't matter, sir, sit inside."
The scholar waved his hand and said, "I don't dare to bother you like this. I'm visiting you because I'm late. I'm really worried, restless, and tossing and turning, so I took the liberty to come here."
Tang Zhao said: "Sir, do you have any advice? Please come to me and discuss it in detail."
The scholar kept saying: "I don't dare, I don't dare."
Jiang Shenyi listened to the two of them exchanging words at the door, pushing and shoving three times. He was amused and impatient at the same time, and said: "Sir, please come in quickly. If you don't come in, my junior brother can really give in all night."
When the scholar came in, Tang Zhao poured tea first. The scholar declined, took a sip, and held the teacup in his hand as if to warm his hands.
Tang Zhao and Jiang Shenyi looked at each other, slightly surprised. Even newcomers like them knew that they couldn't just eat what others gave them outside, so Tang Zhao didn't offer it seriously when he poured tea. He didn't expect that the scholar would actually drink it. Well, I think he must be either a really ignorant scholar with no experience, or else he relies on his own strength and is not afraid of plotting.
Since he is a swordsman, the latter is more likely. Of course, it also shows that there is no hostility.
Tang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mr. Weiye came here, what advice do you have?"
The scholar said: "It's like this. During the day, I saw Yangliu Yiyi on the river bank. I felt something in my heart and recited a few lines of "Yantai Liu". Next to me, the young gentleman recited "Are we still young and green now?" It seemed to be a poem, I wonder what the last two sentences are?"
Tang Zhao didn't expect that he would come to his door for such a thing. He was surprised and secretly frightened. He said this in a very low voice, almost silent, but the scholar could hear it clearly. People who can be swordsmen certainly have strong inspiration, but that has nothing to do with hearing, and Tang Zhao certainly didn't notice the extra mental power, which should be martial arts.
This scholar is a master!
The scholar said in a sincere tone: "I don't tell lies in front of real people. The two gentlemen look like they are high-ranking disciples from famous families and have extraordinary knowledge. They must also be able to tell that they are just swordsmen who have learned the sword. I have been walking in the world for a long time, just to understand Sword heart. When I saw the willow tree today, I felt something in my heart. I couldn't go away, trying to grasp a glimmer of inspiration, but I couldn't find it. What this young man said made my heart move, but after thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't figure it out. I think Secrets are hard to come by, so I chased them all the way to ask about the verses that follow. Maybe this is the chance to be born late?"
Tang Zhao suddenly realized that this made sense. For a swordsman, nothing is more important than enlightening the heart of the sword. By chance, he discovered the golden stone and became a swordsman in the blink of an eye. Nothing is strange.
But at this time, he was a little embarrassed, because the poem was made by him randomly, and the meaning was not good. If it fit with the person's experience, it would be fine, but if it didn't fit, it would seem like a satire. But it would be unethical to refuse to say anything and miss someone else's opportunity. He immediately apologized and said: "It was a student who was talking nonsense at that time. This is an ancient poem and may not fit the situation. I just said it wrongly and sir, please listen to it wrongly. The so-called——"
"Zhangtai Liu, Zhangtai Liu,
Is the youth of the past still there today?
Even though the long branches droop like old ones,
You should also break other people's hands. "
Jiang Shenyi heard this for the first time, and couldn't help but be stunned, thinking: Isn't this a good intention? Are you saying that they are green?
If this isn't the right scene, why don't we start a fight?
The scholar was stunned after hearing this, his eyes were slightly red, full of sadness.
Jiang Shenyi suddenly realized and looked at him with an expression full of sympathy.
Tang Zhao also thought to himself: It turns out that Senior Brother Jiang guessed it right. Is it really because of women? It’s not necessarily the whole scene, it may just be some feeling.
But although the scholar was touched, there was no sign of enlightenment. He just murmured to himself with tears in his eyes.
Seeing that he was so sad, Jiang Shenyi touched Tang Zhao and whispered: "Any of your willow tree poems are similar to those that can create emotions, can you tell this senior?"
Tang Zhao nodded. Since the atmosphere had reached this point, he was just about to finish the job. He might be able to help by saying a few more words. Being able to help people become enlightened was also a merit. He immediately searched through his poetry collection and read:
"In the past I went, and the willows clung to me. Now I come to think about it, and it's raining and snowing. My journey is delayed, and I am thirsty and hungry. My heart is sad, but I don't know how sad I am!"
In order to adapt to the situation, he recited it in a melody and full of emotion. Although he had no similar experience, he still tried his best to recite the deep emotions.
After hearing this, the scholar couldn't hold back the tears and fell from his cheeks, looking even more lonely.
But there is no enlightenment.
Jiang Shenyi looked even sadder and looked at Tang Zhao.
Tang Zhao recited another poem:
"The willows are hanging green on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky. The willow branches are broken and the flowers are flying. May I ask if the pedestrians are returning?"
This song was also a feeling of farewell, which made the scholar burst into tears. He only looked at the lights on the table, his eyes widened.
Or not?
Tang Zhao felt embarrassed. He could also read the ancient poems of the Jin Dynasty, but the scholar must have read them all. Only the poems from Mr. Chen's hometown could make him feel fresh and new. However, Tang Zhao's inventory was really limited. After searching, he added: " ...Where can I wake up from my drunkenness tonight? The dawn wind and the waning moon on the willow bank..."
In this way, Tang Zhao recited the cultural treasures he inherited from Mr. Chen, sentence by sentence. He recited fragments of the poem when he couldn't remember the whole poem, trying his best to blend the scenes. Hearing this made even Jiang Shenyi feel sad. The middle-aged man When people went to the back, they covered their faces with their sleeves and couldn't help themselves. It was like "Who is crying the most in the audience? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet." Meaning.
In the end, Tang Zhao couldn't find any poems, so he could only remain silent.
The scholar couldn't hold back his emotions for a moment, and hid his face in the seat for a long time. Tang Zhao and Jiang Shenyi handed him a towel to wipe his face, and poured him tea to calm down. After struggling for a long time, he finally recovered and said in a choked voice: "Let... let the two of them The little friend laughed. I feel something in my heart, but I can’t gain anything with my sword..."
There was no need for him to say anything. Just looking at the half-unsheathed sword on his back, one could tell that Tang Zhao's efforts were in vain.
"Maybe... my luck has not come yet, and I have delusions, which makes me laugh. It's getting late... I... say goodbye." After saying this, he bowed hastily and stood up to leave.
Tang Zhao and Jiang Shenyi walked to the door and watched him stagger away in the night, feeling depressed.
Jiang Shenyi shook his head and said, "I thought I could see the birth of a swordsman, but it didn't work out."
Tang Zhao also felt disappointed. When Xing Ji was promoted to swordsman, he was still alive and couldn't witness it. This time he still missed the opportunity and said: "If you don't take small steps, you can't reach a thousand miles. This time I touched my heart, it's not completely useless. Maybe next time it will work?”
Jiang Shenyi shook his head slightly, as if he was not optimistic, and said: "By the way, among the few poems you read before, there was one poem that you read to me, why didn't you read it to him?"
Tang Zhao recalled carefully and said: "Oh, there seems to be one. That poem was not suitable for the occasion, it was not a love poem about parting and nostalgia." Then he chanted to the night sky:
"Whose jade flute is flying silently?
The spring breeze spreads over Luo City.
In this nocturne, I hear broken willows,
Who can't afford the love of hometown? This is obviously a song..."
The Luotuo middle-aged man who had already walked out of the courtyard suddenly stopped, his ears perked up, and he suddenly heard something.
In a daze, he seemed to hear the melodious flute sound coming from the night sky.
The sound of the flute is clear and distant, and the coolness of jade against the skin penetrates into the heart.
In the sound of the flute, he seemed to see willow trees, with thousands of green willow ribbons fluttering in the wind.
He saw the ripples of the river, the white sails on the river, and the undulating city walls in the distance...
He saw the figures he cared about, the woman climbing branches in front of the door, the boatman on the boat shouting slogans, the children riding bamboo horses in front of the door, the old man telling ancient stories at the city gate...
The sounds of flutes, the silhouettes of individuals, intertwined together, the spring scenery is bright and colorful -
Buzz——
There was a sword cry, and the sword on his back unsheathed itself.
A line of light and shadow rises from the ground from virtual to real, the color is blue-grey——
"That'smine……"
"Hometown." Tang Zhao explained, "That poem is about homesickness."
boom!
In the distance, a city wall seemed to fall from the sky, standing in the night sky, blocking the cold night wind in early spring. Through the city wall, one could vaguely see the rows of streets in the city, the river passing through the city, and the green willow trees on the river bank...
That is……
"Yantai!"
Tang Zhao blurted out.
It wasn't that he recognized the city, or that he saw the plaque hanging on the city gate, but in an instant, he guessed that it was Yantai.
In an instant, he understood it all.
"Yantai Liu, Yantai Liu. Liu Tongliu, what he wants to leave behind is Yantai, his hometown."
