Chapter Eighteen, Qingshi Poetry
I don't know how much time passed before Qingshi woke up. After staring at the starry sky for a while, Qingshi stood up and shouted into the air: "Senior Bai."
After a few breaths, the old man Hu Bai appeared in a circle of light, but did not come out. He only asked Qingshi: "Have you thought about it?"
"Senior Bai," Qingshi bowed his hand and said, "I have thought about it, I want to break through, but before that I want to appreciate the old man's calligraphy and poetry. If I fail to break through, I'm afraid I won't have a chance, right? No regrets.”
"Well, well..."
"Just now I looked at the calligraphy inscriptions of the old man again. It is really... that... wonderful. Listening to the tone of the old man, it seems that he has higher attainments in poetry. The kid is very attracted to it. I’d like to take a look, and I also remember a few masterpieces by my predecessors, and I’d like to invite the seniors to share their appreciation.”
"Oh! A masterpiece from the past? Okay, I'll make an exception for once. Come here."
...
In the fenced courtyard, inside the two-story building, Qingshi was reading a poem hanging in mid-air:
The heavy rain is like gathering arrows, and the strong wind is like a random knife.
When the old dragon becomes angry, the mountains and rivers will be shaken.
Let’s look at the postscript after the poem: Recalling that in the past, Brother Long showed his power and destroyed the ugly people in the Wei Shen Kingdom. He received a four-line letter and gave it to Qinglong, my brother, Hu Bai. Qingshi recited it in a low voice, but he couldn't taste it, but he praised it, "Good, the momentum is like a rainbow."
Looking at the next one, my jaw almost dropped. The poem says:
Thousands of beauties have taken off their clothes, and the red candles reflect the jade fragrance.
Thousands of gold can be exchanged for one day of happiness, but one day will bring a hundred years of thought.
But the title is: Reminiscing about meeting Danqing at Yunyu Tower in Taihao Realm
Qingshi laughed wildly in his heart, secretly thinking that this old man was indeed a crooked man. As soon as he thought about it, a bad taste suddenly arose, and he praised seriously: "How magnificent! Twelve hundred beauties undressed and took off their belts at the same time. The heroic spirit of the seniors is fascinating! And this magical skill of war control is even more... "
"Ahem..." The old man interrupted quickly, "Thousand and two don't mean twelve hundred people."
"Oh, the boy misunderstood," Qingshi said quickly, "Is it Miss Danqing's small number Qian Er?"
"No, no!" the old man said loudly, "There is no such thing as Miss Danqing, she is Fairy Roudan. The fairy practiced for thousands of years before she could ascend to Taihao. At that time, she had just arrived in the God Realm for only a hundred years. The thousand and two refers to her age. Oh, false years, false years!"
"Oh, that's it!" Qingshizuo suddenly realized, and said, "these last two sentences are full of puns, which make people daydream and leave endless aftertaste."
Seeing the smile on Qingshi's face, the old man couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly and said, "I was a little ridiculous in the past. The so-called man is not romantic and his youth is in vain. Besides, I am not a human but a beast... ..Watch the next song, the next song.”
Qingshi followed the pointer and saw another five-character poem:
The white hair is three thousand feet, and the fate is as long as the worry.
I don’t know where to find the autumn frost in the bright mirror.
Qingshi was stunned for a moment, but his heart was beating wildly.
After two breaths, I came back to my senses and hurriedly looked at the inscription and postscript, but there was no title and only a postscript, which read: "Recording a poem by the Qinglian Sword Immortal, written by Hu Bai."
Seeing Qingshi's expression, old man Hu Bai sighed and said: "Qinglian Sword Immortal's poetry is extraordinary, I really can't catch up!" He was quite sincere.
Qingshi suppressed the excitement in his heart and said slowly: "This Qinglian Sword Immortal's poem has a majestic imagination, and Senior Bai's poem is as powerful as a rainbow. They can both be called masterpieces." Wei Yi thought for a moment and then continued, "I also have a poem here. Poetry, Senior Bai, would you like to listen to it?"
"Okay!" The old man became interested.
Qingshi recited loudly:
Purple smoke rises from the incense burner in the sunshine, and you can see the waterfall hanging on the Qianchuan River in the distance.
The flying stream plummeted down three thousand feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen into the sky.
"What a poem! What a poem." The old man was excited. "Did you write this poem?"
"This is the work of predecessors. How can I have such talent?" Qingshi said carefully, "Senior, are you sure you haven't heard of it?"
"No, no, I can't forget such a good poem once I hear it. Of course I have never heard of it. I wonder which senior master wrote it?" the old man asked.
"Oh, this was written by a senior from my hometown," Qingshi said with some disappointment, but also full of admiration. "This senior is a gallant and a drunkard. He is known as a talented and heroic man who can write "hundreds of poems about wine fights". ‘Poetry Immortal’, haven’t seniors heard of this title?”
"Poem Immortal? I've never heard of it." The old man shook his head and said, "It's such a pity that I didn't get to see such a talented person! I think the poetry of this Shi Immortal is quite similar to the poems of Qinglian Sword Immortal. , it is indeed a masterpiece of the ages! Brother, can you write it down for me?"
"Okay." Qingshi agreed, turned around and came to the table beside him. There were ready-made pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the table. Qingshi started writing with his pen, writing in one go. When he turned around, he saw the old man staring at the text with his mouth agape and muttering: "What a poem! What a poem! What a word! What a word!"
Qingshi smiled secretly: This old man finally fell into the trap. But this Qinglian Sword Immortal...
I don’t know how much time passed next. Qingshi and the old man had a great conversation. Qingshi wrote several masterpieces by Tang and Song poets, which made the old man scratch his ears and cheeks in admiration.
Qingshi also shamelessly praised the old man's poems. The old man quickly introduced Qingshi as a confidant, and his title changed from "your boy" to "little brother Qingshi". He no longer called himself Senior Bai, and insisted on Qingshi. Call him Lao Bai, but Qingshi calls him Lao Bai.
"Old Bai," Qingshi said tentatively, "I think Mr. Bai admires the Qinglian Sword Immortal very much. I wonder who this Qinglian Sword Immortal is? Is his surname Li?"
"Your surname is Li?" The old man shook his head, "I don't know. Everyone respects him as the Qinglian Sword Immortal, but he doesn't know his name."
"Has he been to Yunlu too?"
"Of course I've been here before. I think back then, the Qinglian Sword Immortal was so magnificent that he was friends with my host and his wife. They often came here to drink wine, compose poems, and talk about swordsmanship. That was in the Taihao God Realm, and it was thousands of years ago. .”
"Ten thousand years ago!" Qingshi couldn't figure it out and asked, "Then where does this Qinglian Sword Immortal come from?"
"Well, I know that. I heard that he is from the Yuhua God Realm."
"Yuhua God Realm?" Qingshi asked doubtfully, "Then do you still have the poems of Qinglian Sword Immortal? Can you open my eyes?"
"Yes," the old man said with a smile, "I just asked you to appreciate my old works, but I forgot to show you the other poems by Qinglian Sword Immortal." He waved his hand, and a few words flew out of nowhere. Come and float in the air.
Qingshi read them one by one, but felt disappointed. First of all, he had never seen these poems before. Secondly, the quality of the poems was mediocre. It was not the style of the person he was familiar with at all, but the words were all written by Hu Bai. .
Seeing Qingshi's somewhat disappointed expression, the old man chuckled and said, "I have read the excellent works you wrote by predecessors. Now I will also open your eyes and let you see the authentic works of Qinglian Sword Immortal." As he said this, With another wave of his hand, a piece of characters appeared out of thin air and floated in front of Qingshi's eyes. Qingshi quickly looked at it, but it was a seven-character poem:
In the midst of the colorful clouds, Bai Di’s speech
A thousand miles to Jiangling can be returned in one day.
The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying.
The boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.
The calligraphy is elegant and lively, and the signature is the word Qinglian.
Qingshi stared blankly at the scroll and murmured: "It's him! It's really him! Is it really him?..."
Old Man Hu Bai looked at the shocked bluestone and explained proudly: "This is the poem written by the Qinglian Sword Immortal to bid farewell to the Baiyun Immortal Emperor after he was a guest in the Caiyun Immortal Realm. I think back then..."
