Luo Yin, a great poet.
He is of good stature, neither weak nor tall. If it coincides with the figure of the crane in the forest, he may have the demeanor of a hidden master.
But as soon as Luo Yin opened his mouth, he was as unstoppable as Xiang Yu's cavalry, destroying all illusions about him.
"You're so stingy. Didn't you just steal some mulberry leaves? Sima Hui gets more and more picky as he gets older. Next time, just draw a big cake and apologize to him. After all, I can draw cakes, but I'm better than him. I don't even have any good stuff. Give it to me. Fortunately, I stole it based on my ability. If you want me to say..."
Gu Yucheng "..."
Well, this is an old man who is greedy for small profits and extremely talkative. He has a clear jade, a handsome appearance, a famous person in the world, a great person, and he has absolutely nothing to do with him.
Bai Zhiyi lives deep in the palace, and every word spoken by the people around him is like a sacred land. He didn't listen to it at first, but after careful consideration, he can often dig out and find what he needs. :
As a result, the young emperor of the demon kingdom realized the ability to "see the deep meaning in simple words and short words, and to peel off the cocoons from complicated words".
It's a pity that the skill of slaying dragons can slay the dragon in the clouds, but when facing the grass-eating cattle on the ground, what is needed is the skill of the chef Ding's sword. Luo Yin talked too much and couldn't get any useful information.
Just like the big rocks on the beach are conspicuous, but they are difficult to find in the desert.
Seemingly realizing that it is difficult to sing with the palm of his hand, Luo Yin sighed and then said, "We are all souls. - We are in the Ningding realm."
The words were short and heavy-handed, which attracted Gu Yucheng and Bai Zhiyi to look sideways.
Seeing this, Luo Yin deliberately changed the topic to another side, "I'll take you to a good place to see good things."
Luo Yin turned around and smiled, and his undulating face returned to its original appearance.
A pair of short eyebrows are raised, two pairs of small glasses are pushed towards the bridge of the nose that is not very high, and on the thick lips is a messy gray beard like a messy battlefield. He looks about seventy years old.
Luo Zhaojian was known as "an ugly man but a handsome man" in history. Unofficial history even said that the prime minister's daughter admired Luo Yin's talent so much that she read and recited poems every day. However, after seeing Luo Yin's true appearance, she stopped reading poems. .
Luo Yin's situation at the moment has not yet reached a state of horror. Probably because of aging, the years have lost some of their edges.
However, the inner demon sighed inappropriately, "Not only is he ugly, he is also old, and he is quite... wretched."
When Luo Yin heard this, he stretched out his hand with a smile and pinched the demon in his heart, almost not letting it explode.
Soon, Luo Yin and others fell into a forest of ink strips.
The reason why it is called a forest of ink sticks is because the forest is covered with slips of paper, and each slip is filled with words and phrases.
"Zuo Si! - Zuo Si! Come out! You want to write "Ode to the Four Capitals"? You are writing these things again." Luo Yin shouted into the forest, shaking the ink stick slightly.
The branches are covered with ink words, and the turbid momentum is majestic.
A tall figure slowly stepped out of Ci Lin Mo Guo. The expressionless man nodded slightly, acknowledging his identity.
Luo Yin chuckled, "Well, this guy is Zuo Si. The Zuo Si who was famous in Luoyang because of his power of writing and expensive paper."
"Another ugly old man..." The first words he said after his inner demon was released were seeking death.
Zuo Si, a man so ugly that an old woman couldn't help spitting, has only two words written on his appearance in history books: extremely ugly.
Zuo Si took a look at his inner demon and said nothing. He lowered his head and pointed at the pen, writing strokes in his palm.
Gu and Bai, who originally expected Zuo Si to be angry, were also slightly startled.
Bai Zhiyi's heart moved slightly: This is a monk who is obsessed with literature and art. This powerful and powerful ugly monk from a poor family has his own character.
Seeing this situation, Luo Yin smiled helplessly and said, "Don't worry about him. He is such a person."
Before a few people could wonder what was written in Zuo Si's palm, a rain of pear blossoms suddenly fell in the ink forest.
Another figure in white came belatedly, a quiet visitor holding a silk fan and placing it on his forehead.
The color of the entire fan is like ingots, solid and simple. When the light falls, it is overflowing with softness. Even the mellow black color can't help but retain a touch of lightness. The silk fabric hanging outside the fan looks like ink and water. The more it hangs outward, the more it becomes.
The color becomes more plain and white.
Like a pear or a plum.
The woman holds a dancing fan above her head, as if wearing a bamboo hat. So independent.
There are ink words in the forest, pears in white clothes, and guests holding fans among the mountains and rivers. Very romantic.
Seeing Gu Yucheng's expression of reverence, the inner demon once again said, "She's just an ugly girl. There's nothing surprising about her."
Luo Yin, who was pulling the ink strips on the branches, froze when he heard this, then shook his head and smiled evilly. ——Zuo Si can do whatever he wants, and he can be poor and humble all his life. These are not regrets that Zuo Si can't let go of in his life.
Only the woman in front of him, his sister Zuo Fen, was Zuo Si's obsession.
Zuo Si greeted the person who came up and took the dancing fan from the woman's hand.
Zuo Fen's eyes flashed, "In the past, under the palace wall, the snow was as heavy as the sea, and the beauty was holding a fan and dancing for Sima Yan. I was extremely envious at that time. I don't admire the emperor for doting on the people in the palace, but I miss my father, brother, and family... I still remember it when I was a child. I once danced with a fan, but unfortunately everyone said that I was not suitable for these things...my brother was different at that time. When it snowed heavily that year, I thought that if I could see my brother, maybe I could dance a clumsy dance. .”
Zuo Si, who was nauseous, quickly comforted her softly, "Everyone knows that beauty is beautiful, but it is evil." The other side of beauty is never ugly, but evil. Everyone in the world knows beauty, that is, they admire beauty. They will inevitably pursue beauty and rigidly define what beauty looks like.
To solidify "beauty" is inherently evil. Not to mention, how can ugly people deserve to be rejected by others? ! ——As for my Lanzhi, she is not stupid at all. "
Zuo Fen was slightly stunned.
The previous words are a refutation of inner demons. The following words are Zuo Si's sincere opinions.
My sister is always the most beautiful Xiangmulanzhi in the world.
Zuo Si turned around and stepped over, grabbed the inner demon and held it directly in his palm.
Gu Yucheng was somewhat used to the fact that the inner demons he had always feared and worried about were being subdued here one after another.
Zuo Si glanced at Gu and Bai, the warning in their expressions unmistakable. It's all the act of a doting brother who dotes on his younger sister.
He knows the situation in Zhaojian Cave, and also knows who he is fighting against in this current war...
Zuo Si would never refuse what he should do. But those whom leftists want to defend will never give in.
Brother and sister.
Gu Yucheng and Bai Zhiyi had their own concerns, but for a moment, they both thought of the sycamore tree in Gu's family in Nanjun. It was planted by his father Gu Mingwen himself.
When he came back to his senses, he looked at Zuo Si again. He was close to Zuo Fen, talking to each other in a low voice, and would smile at each other from time to time.
The little old man Luo Yin came leisurely. "The Great Wilderness has a history of about 50,000 years. The earliest history is actually a legend, like Pangu and Nuwa. After the era of misty legends, it is the era of monsters. , an era of ignorance and ignorance, an era of purity and passion..."
Luo Yin realized that mourning spring and autumn was not his style, so he coughed and said, "What I want to say is, looking back, our eyes will see too many blurred years, which is enough to make anyone trapped; inferring backward, The distance we can take is beyond our control and certainty..."
"The world situation is like this, why hesitate?" A loud voice came, and everyone looked at the visitor.
He was a young man who looked to be less than twenty years old, not even older than Gu and Bai.
When Luo Yin saw the visitor, he quickly introduced him, "Ming Dynasty and Xia Cungu."
Xia Cungu is not tall and has a good-looking face. He looks like he is just a young man, but his resonant voice and the determination and courage in his eyebrows are like the moon hanging on a cold mountain. The light is dazzling, making people dare not underestimate this young man. .
With the arrival of the young man, more and more monks arrived in the Molin.
Luo Yin pointed out one by one and introduced: "The red-faced man who behaved calmly was Liu Kuan of the Han Dynasty. He was a kinder man than the old thief Sima Hui. In his life, he only drank and drank. He had a great spirit and was a gentleman; the one who walked like a snail was Li of the Northern and Southern Dynasties. Xie, specifically, should be from the Eastern Wei Dynasty and later the Northern Qi Dynasty. This person was good at making use of the three shortcomings and was a talented person among people.
And that one, Han Zigao of the Chen Dynasty, look how handsome he is, he is also a general. If you ask me, men should be like Han Zigao and King Lanling, handsome and not lacking in masculinity. ——Back then, oh
, what I am talking about is that when I was alive, there were a few ugly young men who mocked me for being ugly because of my pale face. A few effeminate boys, with oily hair and pink faces, dare to be handsome. It’s really…”
Gu Yucheng coughed slightly and reminded, "Civility and martial arts are not rivals, hardness and softness can be combined. No matter how handsome you are, you can't lose your masculinity. But, are you digressing from the topic!?"
Luo Yin pouted, not very interested after being interrupted, "Oh. Look at that..."
Gu Yucheng and Bai Zhiyi followed Luo Yin's direction and looked at a monk.
At the same time, the eyes of the monks in the field were also focused on the visitor.
"The one with the jade face and bright eyes is Li Shangyin. Huh? Behind Li Shangyin is... Sima Hui?!" Luo Yin tried to escape.
