The cold wind is like a knife.
Daxuan Bingxiang Han Qingzhu's eyes flashed with blue light. He stood on the observation deck of Wanren Mountain and frowned slightly as he looked at the blood energy rising into the sky in the distance and not being blown away by the strong wind.
"The barbarians have increased their troops again."
After Han Qingzhu finished speaking, a figure appeared behind him. The man was tall and thin, wearing a washed white Confucian scholar's robe that fluttered in the wind, making a hunting sound. His cheekbones are high and his face is as sharp as an ax or a chisel. He exudes virility and coldness, giving people a sense of self-reliance and self-reliance. He looked about fifty years old, but his hair was slightly white, and his sparse stubble exuded the vicissitudes of maturity, but his eyes had a breathtaking light.
Zhenxuansi, King of the North.
Xin Qiji!
Xin Qiji heard Han Qingzhu's words and said calmly: "There is news from Lang Feixian that this time the barbarian's actions are suspected to be related to the Mantian Palace, but he is still investigating the specific matter."
Han Qingzhu let out a long breath: "When you walk on frost, the ice comes."
Xin Qiji nodded and looked at the blood smoke cloud in the distance.
"Wei Zhan!"
…
Zhongjing.
You can't see the blood of the Northland here, and you can't hear the strange roars of the barbarians in the barbarian plains. The streets are still a bustling and busy scene.
The vendors were frantically adding firewood to the stoves, as if the fire in the stoves was bigger, they could drive away the chill on the streets.
Today's "Legend of the Condor Heroes" has already begun in the morning teahouses everywhere. At this time, all five characters in the book appear. It is during the series that Peach Blossom Island undergoes great changes and the four monsters in the south of the Yangtze River are killed. At this moment, teahouses everywhere are going to talk about how Huang Rong in the Iron Spear Temple exposed Ouyang Feng's conspiracy step by step and cleared her name, so it became even more popular.
Chen Luo fell asleep in the carriage and went back to sleep. Xiao Qi, who had to follow him out, sat beside Chen Luo's legs, hammering hard, looking at Ye Dafu with envy.
"Xiao Qi, Fat Grandpa's shoulders are also quite sore. Come and give Fat Grandpa a squeeze."
Xiao Qi spread his hands: "One piece of Tiandao Crystal, one hour."
Ye Dafu's heart trembled. Is this a massage? This is naked robbery!
Can't afford to spend.
"How about one hundred taels an hour?" Ye Dafu tried to fool Xiao Qi.
"One hundred taels is my eldest sister's price. I'll go back and tell her."
Ye Dafu instantly thought of the little girl in red with an upside-down weeping willow tree and a big millstone in her hand, and quickly shook his head.
Forget it, fat grandpa’s body and bones can’t bear it.
Chen Luo opened his eyes and glanced sideways at Ye Dafu: "Dafu, does the Yan family really keep their word? If I inscribe a poem that restores the power of "Diaosou Picture", will it be given to me?"
"You won't regret it temporarily, right?"
Ye Dafu shook his head quickly: "No, no, the credibility of the Yan Sheng family is still reliable."
"The Diaosou in "Picture of Diaosou" is a self-portrait of Yan Sheng. Its power comes not only from Yan Sheng's paintings, but also from Liu Wenzong's poems. The combination of poetry and painting has such power. Therefore, it has always been The Yan and Liu families take turns holding it."
"Yan Sheng and Liu Wenzong have known each other for half their lives. At that time, some people joked that 'Yan is not separated from Liu, and Liu is not separated from Yan', and 'Yan is in the shadow of Liu'. Later, Yan Sheng fell into the trap of the barbarians in order to help Liu Wenzong become a saint, which led to the death of the saint. . "Picture of Diaoyou" was also defiled in that battle."
"Liu Wenzong threw the painting back to the Yan family with his last breath. The Liu family then proposed to give up the ownership of "Diaosou Picture" three times, but the Yan family refused three times."
"The Yan family is still trying their best to restore Liu Wenzong's poetry."
"The words of the Yan family are that Yan and Liu are one, and Yan cannot be formed without Liu."
"Later, the Liu family lost their entire family in a wild disaster, and the Yan family was even more unwilling to monopolize the Diaosou Picture, so they advertised to the world that anyone who could restore the Diaosou Picture would be given the picture as a gift."
"So, as long as you, brother, can write a poem comparable to Liu Wenzong's, you can take away that semi-holy treasure."
Chen Luo nodded slightly. In this way, the Yan family would rather give up a semi-sacred cultural treasure than leave any trace of the friendship between the Yan and Liu families in the description of future generations that might be criticized.
Truly worthy of being a saint family.
"But, aren't there any other great scholars or semi-saints who are interested?" Chen Luo asked.
There were people like Li Bai, Su Dongpo, Li Qingzhao, and Liu Sanbian in this world. He really didn't believe that he couldn't find a matching poem for "Picture of Diao Sou" and was just waiting for him to pick it up.
"It's not that there won't be a semi-saint fate, but the strange thing is that the most that can be done is to upgrade the "Picture of Diao Sou" to the level of a great scholar's literary treasure."
"It is said that there was once a semi-sage who suddenly said 'Yan Ti Liu Ying' in the middle of writing, put down his pen and left directly."
"Since then, no half-saint has tried to complete it."
After hearing this, Chen Luo was stunned. There was clearly a trap inside!
Hey, forget it, the worst thing is that I can't write it out. Anyway, the lost registration fee was paid by Ye Dafu.
Well, when I think about it, I feel much calmer.
I was called out early in the morning, so I need to catch up on my sleep!
…
Fifty miles south of the city, there is a Danqing Manor, which is where the Yan Sheng family's villa is located.
The poetry session will be held here.
At this time, in Danqing Manor, in addition to the head of the Yan Sheng family and several clan elders, there were also many great scholars invited to bear witness.
"Tiejiang Yan, are you interested in the person who wrote the poem today?" A great scholar asked the head of the Yan family. The head of the Yan family, whose real name is Yan Tianbing, is the best at painting various weapons. He often unfolds the scroll, and suddenly the scroll contains gold and iron horses, and thousands of arrows shooting out. Therefore, he is also nicknamed "Blacksmith Yan" by his friends.
"Wan'an Bo and Chen Luo will also come today." Yan Tianbing said with a smile, "I think he should be able to pass the first level of the test."
"Chen Luo?" Upon hearing this, a great scholar showed a look of surprise, "Yes, your Yan family should have invited Chen Luo over a long time ago to give it a try."
The person who spoke was none other than Leng Hanbing, the great scholar of Wenchang Pavilion who was guarding the Zhaixing Tower that day.
Yan Tianbing smiled faintly: "You old man, don't think that I don't know. You have a copy of "Journey to the Rivers and Lakes" written by Wan Anbo hanging in your house, and you attract people to visit it every day. Of course you say it's a hundred. "
"I'm not saying that, he is really good! In my opinion, after Su Poxian, Chen Luo should be the first in poetry, lyrics and music." Leng Hanbing said.
"Brother Leng is exaggerating." Another great scholar interjected, "Articles are made by nature, and good hands occasionally acquire them. Then Chen Luo did write a few wonderful poems, and his poetry surpasses the contemporary generation. But after all, he is young, and maybe he can't. I ran out of ideas in just one day. 'It takes three days to test jade, and seven years to identify materials.'"
"It's only been a few months. It's too early to say number one."
Leng Hanbing glanced at the other person. This person was none other than Qi Kexiu, a great scholar in the main hall.
I heard that Qi Kexiu was beaten up by Chen Luo's fourth senior brother. It seems that this rumor is true.
"In that case, Qi Daru, how about we make a bet?" Leng Hanbing said directly without disdain to argue with him.
Qi Kexiu frowned: "What are you betting on?"
Leng Hanbing stretched out his hand, and a light flashed on his hand, and a small bracelet like ice jade appeared.
"This is my great Confucian scholar Han Xue Huan. How about betting against your great Confucian scholar's treasure?"
"Let's bet on whether Chen Luo will publish a poem today!" Leng Hanbing smiled lightly. To be honest, he was full of inexplicable confidence in Chen Luo.
This kind of confidence will never be understood by anyone who has not seen Chen Luokai's poetry in the world of mortals with his own eyes.
Bet on Chen Luo and you will definitely gain something!
Believe Chen Luo, you have everything under control!
Qi Kexiu was shocked. Just now he just subconsciously exclaimed, but he didn't expect Leng Hanbing to be so strong?
Are all the great scholars in Wenchang Pavilion such bachelors?
But at this moment, as Hanxue Huan appeared, the pressure of the Great Confucian Wenbao dissipated, immediately attracting the attention of all the Great Confucians present.
Qi Kexiu gritted his teeth, blushed, and said, "Writing a random poem doesn't matter. Let's bet whether Chen Luo can take away the "Picture of Fishing Old Man" today!"
After Qi Kexiu finished speaking, he also took a look at the storage bag he carried with him, and held a large Confucian pen in his hand.
"Interesting, interesting!" Before Leng Hanbing could speak, Sima Lie suddenly appeared. With a flick of his wrist, he held a crystal clear fruit in his hand.
"I still need to keep my Spring and Autumn Pen for writing history books, so I can't use it for gambling. However, this Jiazi Guo is of some value. A half-saint or younger person can take three pills in his lifetime. Each pill will extend his life by twenty years, which is equivalent to a great Confucian treasure. There should be no problem. I bet that Chen Luo can win."
Leng Hanbing rolled her eyes at Sima Lie, why are you joining in the fun? I plan to win the bet as a family.
At this moment, another cold voice came over: "With a complete hide of a barbarian beast in the third-level Barbarian King realm, I bet that Chen Luo will fail."
Everyone turned their heads and saw a scholar with an unfamiliar face. However, Sima Lie recognized it as soon as he thought about it. He was Lin Zhiye, a disciple of Lao Fang Huaji of the Fang clan in Mozhou.
"Why is it so lively?" Yan Tianbing entertained everyone, walked over, and said with a smile, "It is unreasonable for me, the host, not to participate in such a bet."
"Let's do this, the Yan family's Mo Qi plum blossom will be like this."
"My Yan family invites people to compose poems, so naturally we have to be sincere. I bet that Chen Luo can succeed."
"If Chen Luo succeeds, the Mo Qi Plum Blossom will be given to Chen Luo. If Chen Luo fails, it will be handed over to Brother Qi and Brother Lin. How about it?"
Qi Kexiu: "I have no objection."
Lin Zhiye also nodded: "Yes!"
At this time, the housekeeper ran in and said a few words to Yan Tianbing. Yan Tianbing smiled at everyone and said: "Everyone is here, we can start..."
…
Chen Luo sat on his seat, picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.
He didn't expect that it was just a poem, why so many people came?
When Leng Hanbing passed by him, he even winked at himself!
It seemed like we had a good understanding.
And that old man Sima Lie, why is he everywhere?
Are all history writers so free?
Then Chen Luo looked at the five people around him, including Confucian scholars and masters. It was also this time that I came to participate in writing poems.
In Ye Dafu's words, he was taken advantage of.
Ye Dafu is different, it is called reasonable investment.
"You are willing to come and complete the poems for "Picture of Diaosou". On behalf of the Yan family, Yan is very grateful." Yan Tianbing bowed his hands to Chen Luo and others, and Chen Luo and others quickly returned the gift.
Then Yan Tianbing continued: "But before writing the "Picture of Diaosou", we have one more step to take."
After saying that, Yan Tianbing clapped his hands, and a descendant of the Yan family walked into the hall holding a scroll. The disciple of the Yan family opened the scroll and saw a pavilion on the scroll. There was a woman sitting on the pavilion, looking at the distance. picture.
"This is the painting "Spring Boudoir" by the great Confucian scholar. "Picture of Diaosou" was stained by the blood of the Barbarian God. In order to prevent you from being harmed, please write a poem for this painting first and obtain the protection of the painting soul."
Chen Luo naturally knew this process from Ye Dafu before.
Since there is a soul of poetry, there is naturally a soul of painting. According to Ye Dafu, if the Confucian scholar or his subordinates want to complete the "Picture of Diaosou", they will be impacted by the power of blood. Therefore, first write a poem on a painting by a great Confucian, and temporarily be protected by the painting soul in the painting, which can block the power of blood stains.
Of course, this also contains the meaning of comparison. If the poems and essays are not recognized by the paintings of the great Confucians, then stop thinking about inscribing the poems in the paintings of the semi-saints.
Basically, as long as the person in the painting makes some action after finishing the poem, such as nodding or giving a salute, it will be considered a success. This is often an elegant way of playing among literati.
…
"It's "Spring Boudoir Picture", it's easy." A scholar commented, "In this kind of painting, as long as the feeling of longing is written, it can be echoed by the soul of the painting."
"No, no." A scholar shook his head, "I know that this painting was made by Yan Liben, a scholar of the Yan family. It is one of the paintings most often used to pave the way for "Picture of Diaosou". The poem it is titled is not included. In fact, the requirements for this painting soul are also much more stringent."
"If it weren't for the poetry handed down from ancient times, the soul of the painting would not react."
After hearing this great scholar's explanation, some people who were not familiar with the matter understood the mystery.
At this time, Qi Kexiu turned his head, looked at Leng Hanbing who was sitting opposite, and said through a message: "Leng Daru, do you want to make a bet? I bet your article "Journey to Jianghu" with "Quick Snow and Clear Post" , how about we bet on whether the painting soul will come out of the building to worship?"
Leng Hanbing frowned slightly.
The painting soul recognizes it, and nodding and saluting is considered the first level; performing the ritual of worship is the second level; if the painting soul breaks away from the scenery in the painting and comes to worship in front of the painting, it is the third level.
What Qi Kexiu was betting on was whether Chen Luo's poem could make the soul of the painting pay homage in front of the painting.
Leng Hanbing snorted.
You don’t know anything about Wan Anbo’s strength.
Leng Hanbing nodded: "Bet!"
…
"This kind of painting with poems, Wang Shaobo had some excellent works back then." A great scholar pinched his beard.
"The young woman in her boudoir knows no worries, and goes up to the green building with her makeup on in spring."
"The branches on the street are like willows, and I regret teaching my husband to look for a title."
"When a poem comes out, the soul of the artist pays homage in front of the painting, which is also a good story."
Sima Lie shook his head slightly: "If we look back, the most outstanding poem of this kind is undoubtedly the one by Li Qinglian——"
"The beauty rolled up the bead curtain and sat upright with her brows furrowed."
"But when I see wet tears, I don't know who I hate."
"It's very true, but Li Qinglian's poem was so well written that the person the painting soul resented became Li Qinglian, so he turned around and turned his back to Li Qinglian, which turned out to be a famous painting "Heart-breaking Li Qinglian"!"
"Hahahaha..." Everyone burst into laughter.
…
In the discussion room of the Confucian scholars, other people also stepped forward and finished their poems. Only one of them, the Master's poem, made the beauty in the painting look sideways at him and nodded lightly, which was regarded as recognition. Everyone else left sadly.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Luo was the last person left.
It's not that Chen Luo wanted to be the finale, the main reason was that the other party seemed to know about the great scholar's painting, so he was well prepared and left him at the end.
Chen Luo stood up and walked to the painting. At this time, the previously inscribed poem had been erased, leaving a blank space for the inscription.
Chen Luo looked at the painting again. The woman in the painting looked at the horizon through the window of the pavilion, frowning. Outside the building, it was drizzling.
When all the great scholars saw Chen Luo writing, they all stopped joking and talking, and all their eyes turned to Chen Luo.
Qi Kexiu clenched his fists and stared coldly.
Sima Lie pinched his beard and squinted, while Lin Zhiye frowned and watched coldly.
Only Yan Tianbing sat aside with a smile, as if the whole thing had nothing to do with him.
Chen Luo took a deep breath and wrote——
"The rain hits the pear blossoms behind closed doors, forgetting your youth, and missing your youth."
"Who cares about pleasure? I am ecstatic under the flowers, and ecstasy under the moon."
"The eyebrows are full of sorrow, and there are thousands of crying marks, and tens of thousands of crying marks."
"Looking at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk, I think of you when I walk and when I sit down."
After finishing the poem, the whole hall was silent.
The person in the painting slowly turned his head and looked at Chen Luo.
Then, the beauty in the painting turned around, got down from the pavilion, walked out despite the wind and rain, opened the courtyard door, and walked all the way to the front of the painting.
Qi Kexiu was shocked and shouted in his heart: "No! No!"
Leng Hanbing smiled slightly: "Quick Snow and Clear Post", I got it!
But just when everyone thought that the person in the painting was going to worship in front of the painting, the person in the painting kept walking, raised her legs, and actually walked down from the painting, transforming into a charming twenty-eight-year-old beauty.
In an instant, the black and white turned into colors were suddenly filled with colors, and a light fragrance filled the hall.
Lively and fragrant.
The person in the painting saluted Chen Luoying, with a tone that was one part sad and one part surprised: "Mr. Lang, I have missed you for a long time."
Yan Tianbing patted his forehead: It's over.
You may not believe it if you say that the painting is too big to leave anything behind.
Your painting is no longer yours.
…
After a lot of excitement, the matter was finally resolved satisfactorily.
Yan Tianbing gave this "Spring Boudoir" to Chen Luo on the spot.
In fact, although the painted girl walked out of the painting, she was still a virtual figure, and her body was still the painting.
True·Holographic·Red sleeves add fragrance.
However, everyone couldn't help but raise their expectations for Chen Luo's next performance, and even Yan Tianbing had a glimmer of hope in his heart.
"Next, it's "Picture of Diaosou"." Yan Tianbing said to Chen Luo and another person who passed the test.
The man smiled bitterly, knowing that he was just running with him this time. He waved his hands awkwardly and quit writing the poem "Picture of Diaoyou". No one was surprised.
Yan Tianbing patted the storage bag, and a scroll suddenly appeared. Everyone looked at the scroll and seemed to see blood dripping down from the scroll, which made people dizzy.
The blood-stained power of the barbarian god.
The painting girl raised her legs and instantly walked into Chen Luo's body. Chen Luo's mind suddenly became clear. Looking at the scroll again, there was nothing strange about the scroll.
Seeing that Chen Luo returned to normal, Yan Tianbing nodded and slowly unfolded the scroll.
According to Ye Dafu's description, the original picture of Diaosou should be a picture of fishing alone on a snowy night. In the dark night, thousands of mountains are covered with snow, and the world is vast.
On the Hanjiang River, there was only an old man wearing a hat on his head, with a pot of old wine beside him and a fishing rod in his hand, fishing for the snow in the river at night.
No wonder there is a poem titled "Thousands of mountains and birds have disappeared, thousands of people have disappeared, and a man with a coir raincoat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the cold river snow."
It is this feeling of silence and killing in winter that creates the power of the semi-sacred cultural treasure of "Diaosou Picture".
But now, what Chen Luo saw was a completely different picture.
The ice and snow have long since dissipated, and the green mountains in the distance are faintly visible. A round of sunset in the sky shines on the old man fishing alone, giving the whole painting a sense of twilight.
That sunset is the blood of the Barbarian God. That barbaric blood turns into the setting sun, illuminating the murderous intent of the night, melting the coldness of the ice and snow, and turning the entire painting into a picture of deep autumn and sunset, thus completely transforming a semi-sacred cultural treasure. Defiled.
Chen Luo looked at the picture of Diaosou and pondered slightly.
What poem should I title?
Chen Luo pondered for a moment and picked up his pen.
"One coop, one hat, one boat,"
"One foot of silk and one inch of hook."
"One song and one bottle of wine,"
"One person fishes for the whole river alone."
But just halfway through writing the word "Autumn", Chen Luo stopped writing.
"No, I seem to have overlooked something." Chen Luo frowned. At this time, everyone also looked at the poem written by Chen Luo.
"The last word in this poem should be the word autumn, right?" A great scholar said.
"Yes, one person can catch the autumn of the river alone." Immediately, a great scholar said, "As expected of Wan Anbo. Nine characters are embedded in the poem. What comes out in the end is not autumn, but the meaning of autumn in the river, free and unrestrained, but lonely. "
"It perfectly matches the defiled "Picture of Diao Sou". But why did Wan Anbo stop writing?"
Sima Lie sighed: "This poem is excellent, but it does not have the power of heaven and earth as Liu Wenzong's poem. If it is completed, it will be at the level of a great Confucian literary treasure at most."
Qi Kexiu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I have told you a long time ago that Wan Anbo's poetic talent is extraordinary, but it is still beyond his power to restore "Pictures of Diaosou"! Brother Leng, thank you in advance. The great Confucian scholar is a treasure!"
Although he lost the "Kuaixueqing Shitie", he still made a lot of money by getting a great Confucian treasure.
Leng Binghan snorted: "The matter is not over yet, so don't make any conclusions about it."
Qi Kexiu shook his head slightly: "Then let's wait and see how Chen Luo can turn things around."
…
At this time, Chen Luo's mind was racing. He recalled what Ye Dafu told him about the "Picture of Diaosou", especially the sentence "Yan Ti Liu Ying" by the half-sage.
He looked at the painting again, and now he took a closer look and found that there was a vague black shadow under the Diaosou.
It's a shadow!
The original version of "Picture of Diaosou" is a night scene, and there are no shadows.
In the current version, the shadow cast by the sunset cannot be at such an angle.
Chen Luo suddenly remembered that Ye Dafu said that it was Liu Wenzong who used his last breath to throw this picture across thousands of miles and back to the Yan family.
"Yan is not separated from Liu, Liu is not separated from Yan!"
"Yan Ti Liu Ying!"
Chen Luo's heart moved, and a poem suddenly appeared in his mind.
Chen Luo waved his hand and directly erased the poem "Jiuyi Diaosou".
"What is Wan Anbo doing?" A scholar frowned, "Are you going to make a new song?"
"The poem just now is also a rare masterpiece. The new poem may not be as good as the original poem!"
For a while, the scholars present were talking a lot, and even Yan Tianbing frowned slightly. Logically speaking, one person can only write one poem at a time, but just now Chen Luo didn't finish the last word, so it was within the rules to rewrite one now. Inside.
I wonder what new poem he wants to write.
Confused by Chen Luo's actions, all eyes were holding their breath and fell on the tip of Chen Luo's pen.
Chen Luo felt confident at this time and started writing——
The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward,
The waves wipe out all the heroes.
Right or wrong, success or failure turns to nothing,
The green hills are still there,
Several sunsets are red.
White-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river bank,
I am used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.
A jug of turbid wine brings joy to meet each other,
So many things happened in ancient and modern times,
It’s all a joke!
…
Before everyone could realize this, they suddenly discovered that Diaosou's remaining shadow gradually lengthened, and actually seemed to transform into a figure completely different from Diaosou's.
The shadow stood up from the boat and sat opposite Diaosou. Between the two of them was the jug of old wine.
"We are happy to meet each other over a pot of turbid wine!" Yan Tianbing's eyes suddenly turned sour, "Yan Ti Liu Ying, Yan Ti Liu Ying, Liu's poetry will no longer exist, but Yan Liu will always meet!"
"That's it, that's it!"
Everyone understood at this time, no wonder even the semi-saint could not restore the power of the semi-saint cultural treasure in "Diao Sou Tu". It turned out that Yan Liu had to appear again.
A confidant is hard to find, life and death will never give you up!
"No, no!" Qi Kexiu suddenly said, "This cultural treasure has not yet recovered to half-saint status..."
But before Qi Kexiu finished speaking, a majestic aura suddenly spread out from the "Picture of Diaosou", and the majestic holy power came, and all the great scholars were shocked.
Only Sima Lie suddenly stood up, with a look of disbelief in his eyes, looking at the picture of Diao Sou, and said in shock——
"Year...the power of years!"
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