The sun shines on the Golden Summit, and all the heroes gather together.
On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in Wugong Mountain, flags of various colors were flying on the golden dome, and heroes from all over the world gathered to celebrate today's grand gathering, the Poetry Conference.
In the history of martial arts, Teng Wangzong once held a "Poetry Annotation Conference", which has since been imitated by various sects.
But after all, it can only be imitated and difficult to surpass.
For thousands of years, people have only had a soft spot for the first person to eat crabs. As for the second and third people, they can only be ignored in front of the door.
The "Poetry Annotation Conference" held by Jindingmen is undoubtedly just one of many imitators, and is mediocre.
But even so, it still attracted a large number of wealthy people and local sects who came here because of its reputation.
If nothing else, at least the gimmick created by flushing the white water spring, many people think it is worth it.
Jinding, near Jiguan Rock, two scribes sitting at attention, after enjoying the magnificent view of the sunrise on Jinding, raised their wine glasses together, toasted each other, and then drank it down.
One of the scribes was Yin Tai, who was looking for people to talk to and chat with.
At this time, he was looking at the Jinding Sect Ancestral Courtyard in the center of the Golden Dome, and said with a smile: "The White Water Spring is very good at creating gimmicks." He said that the Jinding Sect's poetry annotation conference is different from other sects, and the poems annotated are all This is a poem that has never been circulated in the world before."
There is another young scribe, but I don’t know who he is. However, his eyes were bright and alert, and he did not look in the direction of the Jinding Gate, but just looked at the sea of clouds under Jiguan Rock.
The rolling clouds and mist are like a plan in the chest.
"Even if there are a few uncirculated poems on a small golden-domed gate, it can't be considered a good poem if you think about it."
The young scribe put down his wine glass, stood up, and looked at the billowing sea of clouds, feeling filled with pride.
"Man, you should be like this sea of clouds, high in the sky, covering the heads of millions of people, hiding the rain, benefiting the people of the world, rolling winds and thunder, and the fury of thousands of thunderbolts."
He waved his hand casually, and the internal energy surged, all in the flying sleeves and robes, and was released outward, hitting the stormy waves of the clouds and mist beneath his feet.
It was so powerful that Yin Tai was intimidated by it.
He was just in a state of smooth communication, which was far away from this young scribe.
Not only was there a gap in military force, but also in terms of fame and fame, he couldn't compare with others. It could be said that he was crushed in all aspects.
"Zisheng, you are so heroic and heroic, you are truly a hero of the world!" Yin Tai admired sincerely.
A pair of northern flying geese, taking advantage of the warm wind in late winter and early spring, flew past Wugong Mountain, fluttering their wings in the sea of clouds and flying freely.
From time to time, there is a distant and flying sound of wild geese, which makes people's hearts flutter.
The young scribe pondered for a moment, squinting his eyes and seeing far, far away.
He opened his mouth and chanted:
The strong wind rolled through the clouds, and the golden peak heard chirping.
Heaven and earth are filled with righteousness, and a gentleman walks vigorously.
Winter turns to spring, and the sun and moon never stop. zhōu
Follow Fei Hongyuan as you wish, don’t worry about being a child!
After reciting this poem, there was a red light on the face of the young scribe, which seemed to be shining with the rising sun on the sea of clouds.
Yin Tai put his palms together and cheered: "Zisheng, what a poem, what a poem! But it was improvised?"
The young scribe nodded, turned around, and saluted Yin Tai.
"Chongji, the sunrise on this golden dome is really beautiful. Now that I've seen it, it's just a wish. Spring is just around the corner. Brother Yu is going to Beijing to take the exam soon. He wants to succeed in one fell swoop and retire first."
With that said, he simply packed up and left.
His luggage was very simple, just a cup, a cup, and a copy of Mencius.
Yin Tai said quickly: "Zisheng, you've already come, why are you leaving in such a hurry? Why don't you leave after watching the poetry annotation conference?"
The scholar Zisheng said proudly: "No. How can I waste such a great time on watching the excitement? I will go back to Izumo Station first and study for another day. I will leave for the capital tomorrow."
Seeing him turn around and leave without being able to stop shouting, Yin Tai quickly said: "Oh, I'm not in a hurry right now!"
Yin Tai quickly caught up.
When they reached the edge of Ge Xian Altar, Yin Tai finally caught up with him. He was panting, but the scholar Zisheng was calm and composed.
"Zisheng, wait for me, wait for me!"
Seeing that he was tired from leaving, the scholar Zisheng finally couldn't bear it anymore and stopped to wait for him. He was about to tell him that he was currently focusing on studying and would not participate in any worldly joys and sorrows.
But he saw Yin Tai's eyes shining, not looking at himself, but looking at the two people not far away, and loudly said in surprise: "Brother Luo Zizai, sister Jiang Pan!"
When his name was called, Ye Wumian, who originally planned to pass by quietly, had no choice but to pretend that he had just seen him, clasped his fists and said, "Brother Yin Tai!"
Before he could ask why he was here, Yin Tai diligently pulled over the young scribe and introduced him impatiently: "Come on, brother Zi Zai, let me introduce you to him. This is Xu Zisheng, Xu Jie. "
Author's note:
The impromptu poem written by Xu Jie in this article is adapted from Xu Jie's "One of Two Sensing Poems". Interested readers can find out.
