Daxia, Taoyuan County.
When Xu Xingmu opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the cold coffin board.
There is a candle burning in front of you and three sticks of incense behind you.
There was a huge ax and two hacksaws on the case.
There was a bucket of unknown red liquid on the ground.
Where is this?
Xu Xingmu's face turned pale and he was slightly shaken.
Probably time traveled...
The complicated memories came like a tide, instantly destroying all his will and setting off huge waves in his sea of consciousness.
Xu Xingmu, courtesy name Fenglin, was a low-level government servant in Taoyuan County, Juhai Prefecture, Tianlong Province, Daxia, with a monthly salary of two taels of silver.
His father, Xu Pingsheng, also named Bowen, was an official in Taoyuan County. He was an assistant in charge of documents and had some power, but not much.
My mother died. It is said that she passed away due to dystocia.
…
This family background is too weak!
The starting point was too low, which meant that he had to start over in this life.
Xu Xingmu's passion faded. He curled his lips, stood up and looked around. The layout of the house was weird and the furnishings were horrifying. He couldn't help but want to curse, "What the hell is this? How come your house has become a coffin shop?"
He endured the discomfort in his stomach, continued to digest the memories, and soon understood his current situation.
…
The matter had to start two days ago.
That day, Taoyuan County, which was far away in a corner of the Great Xia Dynasty, was calm and peaceful.
But in the distant and prosperous capital city, a big event happened:
Sword Saint Li Taibai set out from the northern land and traveled around the world with his sword. When he passed through the territory of the Great Xia Dynasty, he was forced to stay in the imperial city for a few days by the current emperor because of the fate of the country of Great Xia.
The purpose is to hope that the sword master can drop a peak sword intention and place it on the tower of Tai'an City as the eye of the Jingshen Formation.
Now that the Great Xia Jingshen Formation has not yet taken shape, its power can defeat the first-class masters in the world.
If Master Sword Master completes the last formation eye, the complete Shocking God Formation will have the power to destroy the world and destroy the earth, which cannot be matched by human beings.
It plays a vital role in the improvement of Daxia's national power.
It will also be the most advantageous artifact for the Great Xia Dynasty to resist the demons.
However, Taibai Sword Master is the most romantic in this life, and he will never leave cause and effect easily.
If he wants to keep his peak sword power to supplement the Shocking God Formation, he must show enough sincerity in exchange.
In his life, he has only swords and poems.
In three days, either give the sword master a peerless sword.
Or, give the sword master a poem that will amaze the world.
As long as one of the two is satisfied, the Sword Master will help.
The requirements may seem simple, but in reality they are as difficult as reaching the sky.
Everyone in the world knows that the strongest and sharpest sword in the world is now hidden in the sea of consciousness of the sword master.
Although there are countless swordsmiths in the Daxia Dynasty, who dares to say that the sword he forged can be compared with the sword master's sword?
There is no solution to this question.
As for poetry, there is still some hope.
After all, poetry has never had specific criteria or explanations. What matters is a feeling and artistic conception.
It may not be impossible to crack it if we use the efforts of the whole country.
So the Holy Emperor personally issued an order to inform the world, from the provincial capital in the capital to the prefectural and county offices, every department and department must hand over a proud work within three days for the Sword Master to judge.
Taoyuan County, far away from the capital, is naturally among them.
Xu Xingmu's father, Xu Pingsheng, was the chief registrar of the Taoyuan County government office and was considered the most educated scholar in the government office. This arduous task naturally fell on him.
This is where the problem lies.
All poems and essays submitted will be divided into three categories based on quality.
The first batch has passed the selection and review of the Hanlin Academy and the Capital Academy, and was finally sent to the Sword Master. The poems and essays in this batch are top-notch, and the author will definitely be awarded an official title afterward.
The second group only passed the preliminary review of the Hanlin Academy, but failed to pass the academy level. Although the poems and essays in this group are just a companion, they can also be regarded as high-quality products. They have no merits and no faults, and are exempt from rewards and punishments.
As for the third level, that would be embarrassing. They couldn't even pass the preliminary examination of the Hanlin Academy and were just cannon fodder.
This file of poems will be regarded as inferior, and the corresponding author will be blacklisted by the court, and then be punished for responding passively, which is an insult to the holy authority.
And in order to kill the chicken to scare the monkey and attract everyone's attention, the death penalty was imposed! This is a warning to all authors not to take chances. If you don't write well, you will lose your head.
Xu Pingsheng asked himself that although he could occasionally get a few good works on weekdays, they were only for self-admiration. If he really wanted to send them to the Hanlin Academy in the capital, where there were many poetry masters, most of them would be classified as third-grade works.
Therefore, although the poems and essays have not yet been handed in, Xu Pingsheng has already sentenced himself to death.
Don't say anything and prepare for the funeral as soon as possible.
The Xu family has had a tradition for generations. If you build a coffin for yourself during your lifetime, you will be able to accumulate blessings for your descendants after your death, and you will be able to find a good family in your next life.
Xu Pingsheng knew that he was doomed, so he was busy building a coffin these two days.
Xu Xingmu helped him.
"So, the candles and incense in the house are just a ritual. After all, building a coffin at home requires peace of mind; the bucket of red liquid is coffin paint, which is made of cooked tung oil mixed with ocher, and it looks like blood; as for The ax and hacksaw on the table are used to split wood..."
It was a false alarm, I thought it was the underworld at the beginning.
Xu Xingmu slowly exhaled a breath and kicked the coffin board hard, "I didn't expect that I would be an orphan just after crossing over. What a bad luck!"
At this moment, the door of the house was opened, and his father Xu Pingsheng came in carrying a candlestick. He glanced at Xu Xingmu and said, "Are you awake? Those dads also brought the bucket of red paint outside, and then Just two swipes and you’re done.”
Integrated with the memory of the original owner, Xu Xingmu is no stranger to the father Xu whom he met for the first time, and has a closeness in his blood.
I also felt an inexplicable sadness about Father Xu's behavior of preparing his own coffin and funeral arrangements.
"Dad, it's a matter of life and death, so why do you have to take over this mess of writing poetry?"
Xu Xingmu did not move, but suddenly spoke, asking the doubts in his heart, "Let Mr. Zhu go up alone! He is the magistrate of Taoyuan County, it's hard to stay out of the matter, right?"
Xu Pingsheng didn't even raise his head, just stirring the red paint. He only replied with a sneer, "Huh! Zhu Ru is this bastard. When it comes to asking for credit and rewards, he is more active than anyone else. But if misfortune befalls him, he will He can run faster than anyone else! My father has seen through him a long time ago!"
There was quite a bit of anger in his words.
Xu Xingmu was greatly surprised, "Dad, haven't you and Master Zhu always had a good relationship? This time you wrote a poem to please the sword master, but he couldn't bear to let you take risks alone?"
Xu Pingsheng shook his head, with a sad look on his face, "Feng Lin, you are still too young. Dad told you that the friendship in the county government cannot be taken seriously! Do you believe it or not, once dad's poems are eliminated by the Hanlin Academy? There is no need for the court to hold him accountable. Zhu Ru would immediately sever ties with his father, put him in jail, and then personally send him to the capital for a mission? How can the thoughts in the officialdom be as simple as you think? "
Xu Xingmu was speechless for a while, then lowered his head in thought.
He didn't understand officialdom, but he knew that the most important thing for a human being, filial piety, must not be lost.
He couldn't just watch Father Xu die!
The original owner was a fool, he just lay there lying around all day long, he had no knowledge of poetry and prose, so naturally he couldn't help.
But things are different now. Xu Xingmu, a 16th-year graduate of the Chinese Language and Literature major, an eight-year member of the Chinese Poetry Association, and a loyal viewer of the CCTV promotion channel "Chinese Poetry Conference" is here!
You may not have the talent to write impromptu poems, but when it comes to copying poems to reveal saints and rely on ancient and modern literature from past and present lives, isn’t that a matter of minutes?
Thinking of this, Xu Xingmu suddenly smiled evilly. He kicked over the red paint and smashed the coffin with his axe. He shouted loudly to Father Xu, whose face instantly turned livid, rolled up his sleeves and waved his fist, "Dad, don't stop now." Hurry and get started! You won’t need this coffin!”
