"It's difficult!"
In the house, Xu Xingmu thought hard until midnight, but still couldn't find the suitable poem.
Either the style is wrong, or the code is used and cannot be applied.
He rubbed his brows and sighed, "I thought it would be easy to write a hymn poem based on the vocabulary of the previous life? But now I see that I am still too young... This poem must not only take into account the cultural differences between the two lives. , taking into account the exquisite dialogue of poetry, and also conforming to the image, life, and even character of the sword master, it seems not easy, but in fact it is really difficult!"
He held his head in his hands, his eyes were red, and he was taking another long test for an hour. He suddenly slapped the case and was startled, "I don't even know what the Sword Master looks like or what he has done. How can I have a sense of belonging?"
He quickly got up and rushed into Father Xu's house again. Withstanding the fierce attack of his father Daxia's national quintessence, he risked his life to find a blue-page booklet dedicated to introducing the life story of Master Sword Master.
I went back home and read it at night, analyzing it word by word, trying to find a clear positioning of the legendary swordsman from the words recorded by later generations.
However, this booklet is a folk book with unknown origin, and the recorded content is very unhealthy.
There was no mention of the heroic deeds of the Sword Master, but he used a lot of pen and ink to describe the many romantic past events left by the Sword Master in the Great Xia Dynasty. The writing was like a little yellow book. Xu Xingmu was intrigued by reading it and even went there in the middle toilet.
When I came back, I was very upset and scolded myself for playing with things.
Fortunately, this blue-page booklet is also equipped with illustrations. It can be seen that the artist put great care into describing the appearance and dress of the sword master in extremely detail.
The expressions and gestures are extremely lifelike, with flesh and blood.
This gave Xu Xingmu a reference specimen.
Through the information given by those illustrations, Xu Xingmu accurately extracted two points that are impressive and best highlight the Juggernaut’s strength:
A divine sword, dressed in white.
Although he has never seen the sword master in person, in Xu Xingmu's heart, the mysterious, powerful, and most unrestrained sword master in the world should be dressed like this... holding the sword in his hand, wrapped in white clothes, and proud of the world with his supreme swordsmanship. Endless romance!
It was at this moment that Xu Xingmu suddenly had an idea, and a poem suddenly appeared in his mind.
This poem has been used to praise the benevolent and selfless angels in white in previous lives, and it has also been used to praise the graceful and agile top dancers. Tonight, he will use this poem to interpret this new world, the Sword Master of the North. All style!
Under the candlelight, Xu Xingmu stood up, picked up the half of the willow branch again, dipped a little ink, and wrote simply:
Holding the sword and asking questions, there is no end, and I will kill the immortals and demons infinitely.
Except for the three layers of snow on your body, who in the world is worthy of wearing white clothes?
When the pen and ink were dry, Xu Xingmu recited it repeatedly, and his intuition was wonderful.
This poem is simply tailor-made for Lord Sword Master!
The more he read, the more satisfied he became, and the more he read, the more satisfied he became. As soon as his mood rose, he immediately wrote his signature on the edge of the paper:
Xu Xingmu, the government official of Taoyuan County, Juhai Prefecture, Tianlong Province, Daxia!
Of course, the title of the poem is also missing - "White Clothes Win the Snow. Respectfully Invite the Sword Master to Fall Sword in Tai'an City".
At this point, the poem has been completed. As long as Magistrate Zhu passes the customs, it can be carefully bound and secretly sent to Beijing Normal University on a fast horse... Next, it depends on the vision of the Hanlin Academy and the Academy.
Xu Xingmu was confident that even if this poem could not impress the dean of the academy, it would be enough to deal with a bunch of old scholars in the Hanlin Academy.
As long as I can enter the preliminary round and keep my dad out of jail, what else do I need a bicycle for?
The tense mind finally relaxed slowly, and Xu Xingmu took a long breath, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally.
It turns out that copying poetry is also a physical job.
When midnight was approaching, Xu Xingmu felt tired but not sleepy. He hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up the blue-page booklet again, took off his pajamas, moved his left hand, and got into bed to reward himself.
The candlelight in the room suddenly flickered, and then the door was pushed open. Father Xu stood at the door holding a roll of paper filled with poems, looking a little embarrassed.
"Dad! Why didn't you knock on the door? Why did you come here before dawn?"
Xu Xingmu took off half of his pants and hurriedly picked it up. The blue-page booklet was stuffed into the bedside, struggling to avoid social death.
"Ahem, I saw the candles in your house were bright, and I thought you would stay up all night like my father, obsessed with writing poems, so I came over to take a look."
After all, Xu Pingsheng was someone who had been here before, and when he saw his son's hurried look, he knew he had a job on his hands.
At this moment, for his old father, is it not a social death?
After being awkward for a moment, Xu Pingsheng suddenly glanced at the poem on the desk. His eyes suddenly lit up and he changed the subject, "Feng Lin, have you finished writing it?"
"Barely finished."
Xu Xingmu said.
He glanced at the paper in his father's hand and smiled, "Dad, how much have you written? Can it add up to a collection of poems? Come on, come on, wash your son's eyes."
Xu Pingsheng raised his head slightly and said rather conceitedly, "I was inspired tonight, and a few excellent works came out... In this way, you and I, father and son, will exchange poems and appreciate them, and make a little comparison. As dad said, whose poem is it? Okay, let whoever comes on."
As he said that, he handed over the work he had worked so hard on, then lowered his head and bent down to look at the song "White Clothes Win the Snow: Respectfully Invite the Sword Master to Fall Sword in Tai'an City".
"This boy, his handwriting is really ugly. He uses willow branches. No wonder..."
Xu Pingsheng shook his head and laughed. He was about to comment on Xu Xingmu's unique font, but he stopped abruptly as soon as the words left his throat.
It turned into a gasp of horror.
The smile at the corner of his mouth slowly disappeared.
Instead, there was a sense of deep confusion and shock.
The room became silent and breathing could be heard clearly.
Xu Xingmu took a step forward and was about to say, Dad, please give me some advice, but Xu Pingsheng pushed him away nervously and took off his robe without saying a word. He carefully folded the poem on the desk and wrapped it in his robe. , and then rushed out of the house without looking back, fighting through the wind and rain, and headed towards the Yamen.
Xu Xingmu was shocked, took two steps after him and shouted, "Dad, you are in such a hurry, can't you wait for dawn?"
Xu Pingsheng didn't even look back and moved very fast. His loud laughter floated across the wind and rain, "Can't wait! Can't wait! We have to ask Zhu Ru to prepare his horse quickly. The road to the capital is far away and we can't afford to delay!"
"What about these poems of yours?"
Xu Xingmu shook the paper in his hand and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"threw!"
Xu Pingsheng shouted two words, and his figure gradually disappeared into the night.
The night sky is still windy and rainy, with occasional lightning and thunder, and the power of the sky is breathtaking.
But Xu Pingsheng, who works hard, is not afraid.
He hugged the poem-wrapped robe tightly, covered with cold rain, and his heart felt hot. He knew that the sky in Taoyuan County would soon clear up!
