Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 174
[Chapter 173 Power of Time?]
The cold wind is like a knife.
Han Qingzhu’s eyes flickered with blue light. Standing on the observation deck of Wanren Mountain, he frowned slightly as he watched the blood energy soaring into the sky far away, which was not blown away by the strong wind.
“The barbarians have increased their troops again.”
Han Qingzhu’s voice fell, and a figure appeared behind him. The man was tall and thin, and he was wearing a washed-white Confucian long robe fluttering in the wind, making a sound of hunting. His cheekbones are high, his face is as sharp as an ax chiseling knife, revealing his masculinity and indifference, giving people a sense of calmness and prestige. He looks about fifty years old, but his hair is slightly gray, and his sparse stubble exudes mature vicissitudes, but his eyes reveal a soul-stirring light.
Zhen Xuansi, King of the North.
Xin Qiji!
Xin Qiji heard Han Qingzhu’s words, and said lightly: “Lang Feixian sent news 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 took a long breath: ” Walking on the frost is as hard as the ice.”
Xin Qiji nodded, and looked at the bloody cloud in the distance.
“We only fight!”
…
Zhongjing.
You can’t see the blood of the Northland here, and you can’t hear the strange shouts of the barbarians on the barbarian plain. The street is still bustling and busy.
The peddlers are desperately adding firewood to the stove, it seems that as long as the fire in this stove is bigger, the chill on the street can be driven away.
The Xingzao teahouses everywhere have already started the narration of today’s “Legend of the Condor Heroes”. At this time, all the five monsters in the book are on the stage. At this moment, all the teahouses wanted to talk about how Huang Rong in the Iron Spear Temple dismantled Ouyang Feng’s trick step by step and cleared herself up, so it became even more popular.
Chen Luo fell asleep in the carriage and went back to the cage. Xiao Qi, who had to come out with him, sat beside Chen Luo’s lap, hammering hard, and looked 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 out his hands: “One piece of heavenly crystal, one hour.”
Ye Dafu’s heart trembled, is this a massage? This is naked robbery!
Can’t afford it.
“One hundred taels an hour, how about it?” Ye Dafu tried to fool Xiaoqi.
“One hundred taels is my elder sister’s price. I’ll tell her when I go back.”
Ye Dafu instantly remembered the little girl in red with the weeping willow upside down and the big millstone in her hand, and quickly shook his head.
Forget it, the fat grandpa’s body is too strong.
Chen Luo opened his eyes and cast a sideways glance at Ye Dafu: “Dafu, that Yan family really keeps what they say? If I write a poem that restores the power of “The Picture of Fishing Old Man”, will I give it to me?
” Right ?”
Ye Dafu shook his head quickly: “No, no, the reputation of Yan Sheng’s family is still reliable.”
“The fishing old man in “The Picture of Fishing the Old Man” is Yan Sheng’s self-portrait. Yan Sheng’s paintings, as well as Liu Wenzong’s poems, are so powerful because of the combination of poems and paintings. Therefore, the Yan and Liu families have always held it in turn.”
“Yan Sheng and Liu Wenzong have known each other for half their lives. At that time, some people joked, ‘Yan Never leave Liu, Liu never leave Yan’, “Yan’s body and Liu Ying”. Later, Yan Sheng fell into the trap of the barbarians to help Liu Wenzong become a saint, which led to the death of the saint. “The Picture of Fishing the Old Man” was also polluted in that battle.”
” With his last breath, Liu Wenzong threw the painting back to the Yan family. The Liu family then proposed to give up the ownership of “The Picture of the Old Man” three times, but was rejected by the Yan family three times.”
“The Yan family is still trying their best to restore it. Liu Wenzong’s poems.”
“The words of the Yan family are that Yan and Liu are one body, and there is no Yan without willows.”
“Later, the Liu family died in a brutal disaster, and the Yan family was even more unwilling to monopolize this ” Picture of Fishing the Old Man” , So advertise to the world, whoever can restore “The Picture of Fishing the Old Man” will give it as a gift.”
“So, as long as you can write poems comparable to Liu Wenzong, you can take away the semi-sacred treasure.”
Chen Luo nodded slightly. In this way, the Yan family would rather give up a pair of semi-sacred treasures than I hope that the friendship between the Yan and Liu families will leave a little bit of criticism in the descriptions of later generations.
It’s really worthy of the saint family.
“But, isn’t there any other great Confucianism or semi-saint who is tempted?” Chen Luo asked.
There are people like Li Bai, Su Dongpo, Li Qingzhao, and Liu Sanbian in this world. He really couldn’t believe that he couldn’t find a matching poem for “The Picture of the Old Man”, and he was just waiting for himself to find the leak.
“It’s not that there are no semi-sages, but the strange thing is that at most the “Diaoshou Tu” can only be raised to the level of a great Confucian treasure.
” ’, put down the pen, and left directly.”
“Since then, there has been no semi-sage trying to complete it.”
After hearing this, Chen Luo was stunned, it was clear that there was a hole in it!
Hey, forget it, the big deal is that I can’t write it, anyway, the lost registration fee is paid by Ye Dafu.
Well, thinking about it this way, I feel a lot calmer.
Called out early in the morning, to catch up on sleep first!
…
Fifty miles south of the city, there is a Danqing Manor, which is the other courtyard of Yan Sheng’s family.
The poetry writing session will be held here.
In Danqing Village at this time, apart from the head of the Yan Sheng family and several elders, there are also many great Confucian scholars who have been invited to be witnesses.
“Tiejiang Yan, do you like the person who wrote the poem today?” A great Confucianist asked the head of the Yan family. The head of the Yan family, whose real name is Yan Tianbing, is best at drawing various weapons, and when he unfolds the scroll, the golden iron horse and the iron horse will immediately shoot ten thousand arrows, so he is nicknamed “Yan Tiejiang” by his friends.
“Wan Anbo Chen Luo will also come today.” Yan Tianbing said with a smile, “I think he should be able to pass the first test.”
“Chen Luo?” A great Confucianist looked stunned when he heard the words, “Yes, your Yan family should have invited Chen Luo over a long time ago.
” The great Confucian scholar in Wenchang Pavilion in the Star Tower is cold and cold.
Yan Tianbing smiled faintly: “You old man, don’t think that the old man doesn’t know, Wan Anbo’s handwritten “Journey to the Rivers and Lakes” hangs in your house, and every day people go to visit it, you naturally say that he has a hundred. ”
“I didn’t say that, he is really good! In my opinion, after Su Poxian, Chen Luo should be the number one in poetry and music.” Leng Hanbing said.
“Brother Leng is exaggerating.” Another great Confucian interjected, “Articles are naturally made, and you can get them by chance. Then Chen Luo did write a few wonderful poems, and the poems can overwhelm the contemporary. But after all, he is young, maybe It takes one day to exhaust your creativity. ‘It takes three days to try jade, and it takes seven years to identify talents’.”
“It’s only a few short months. It’s too early to talk about the number one.”
Leng Han Bing glanced at the other party, this person is none other than Qi Kexiu, a great Confucian in the hall.
I heard that Qi Kexiu was beaten up by Chen Luo’s fourth brother, it seems that the rumor is true.
“In this case, Qi Daru, how about we make a bet?” Leng Hanbing said directly without bothering to argue with him.
Qi Kexiu frowned: “What are you betting on?”
Leng Hanbing stretched out his hand, a ray of light flickered in his hand, and a small bracelet like ice jade emerged.
“This is my great Confucian treasure, Han Xuehuan. How about betting on your great Confucian treasure?”
“Let’s bet on whether Chen Luo has any poems handed down today!” Leng Hanbing smiled lightly, honestly , he was full of inexplicable confidence in Chen Luo.
This kind of confidence will never be understood by those who have not seen Chen Luo’s poetry in the world.
If you bet on Chen Luo, you will surely gain something!
Trust Chen Luo, everything is under control!
Qi Kexiu was startled, just now he just subconsciously said hello, did not expect Leng Hanbing to be so bold?
Are all the Confucian scholars in Wenchang Pavilion so bachelor?
But at this time, as the ring of cold snow came out, a coercion of great Confucian cultural treasures spread, which immediately attracted the attention of all the great Confucians present.
Qi Kexiu gritted his teeth, blushed, and said, “Writing a random poem is nothing, let’s bet whether Chen Luo can take away ”
The Picture of Fishing Old Man” today!” With a touch of his carry-on storage bag, he held a large Confucian writing brush in his hand.
“Interesting, interesting!” Before Leng Hanbing could speak, Sima Lie suddenly appeared, with a flick of his wrist, holding a crystal clear fruit.
“I still need to keep my Spring and Autumn Pen to write history books, so I can’t gamble with it, but this Jiazi fruit is worth a bit. You can take three of them in your lifetime, and each one can prolong your life by 20 years. It is equivalent to a great Confucian treasure. It shouldn’t be a problem. The old man bet on Chen Luoneng.”
Leng Han gave Sima Lie a blank look, why are you joining in the fun?
At this moment, another cold voice came: “A barbarian beast of the third-rank barbarian king has a complete hide. I bet Chen Luo will fail.”
Everyone turned their heads and looked at a stern scholar, but Sima As soon as Lie Weiwei changed his mind, he recognized that the other party was the disciple of Lao Fang Huaji of the Fang clan in Mozhou, the three-character material realm scholar Zhiye.
“Why is it so lively?” Yan Tianbing entertained a circle, walked over, and said with a smile, “It’s unreasonable for me, the host, not to participate in such a game of gambling
.
” When the Yan family invites someone to write a poem, it is natural to have some sincerity. I will bet on Chen Luo’s success.”
“If Chen Luo succeeds, the ink plum blossom will be given to Chen Luo; if Chen Luo fails, it will be handed over to Brother Qi and Lin Brother, how are you?”
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 said to everyone with a smile: “Everyone is here, we can start…”
…
Chen Luo sat on the seat, picked up the teacup 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 her, she even blinked her eyes!
It looks like we have a tacit understanding.
And that old man Sima Lie, why is he everywhere?
Are history writers so busy?
Then Chen Luo turned his gaze to the side. There were five people around him, including Confucian scholars and teachers. It was also this time that I came to participate in the poem writing.
In Ye Dafu’s words, he was taken advantage of.
Ye Dafu is different, it is called reasonable investment.
“Everyone is willing to come and complete the poems for “The Picture of Fishing Old Men”. On behalf of the Yan family, Yan is very grateful.” Yan Tianbing cupped his hands at Chen Luo and the others, and Chen Luo and the others hurriedly returned the salute.
That Yan Tianbing went on to say: “However, I still have one more step before inscribing “The Picture of Fishing the Old Man.”
After finishing speaking, Yan Tianbing clapped his hands, and a Yan family boy walked into the hall with a picture scroll in his hands. The children of the family opened the picture scroll, only to see a pavilion on the scroll, and a woman was sitting on the pavilion, looking at the picture in the distance.
“This is the Confucian painting “The Girl in Spring”, and “The Picture of Fishing the Old Man” was stained with the blood of a barbarian god. In order to avoid any damage to you, please write a poem for this painting first, so that it can be protected by the soul of the painting.”
Chen Luo naturally learned from Ye Dafu before. I know this process by mouth.
Since there is a soul of poetry, there is naturally a soul of painting. According to Ye Dafu, if the Confucians below want to complete “The Picture of the Old Man”, they will be impacted by the power of blood. So first write a poem on a painting of a great Confucianist, and temporarily get the protection of the painting soul in the painting, which can block the power of blood stains.
Of course, there is also the meaning of comparison. If the poems and essays are not recognized by the paintings of great Confucianists, then don’t think about inscribing poems and semi-sacred paintings.
Basically, as long as the person in the painting takes some action after inscribing the poem, such as nodding his head or saluting, it is considered successful. This is often an elegant way of playing among literati.
…
“It’s “The Picture of a Lady in Spring”, it’s easy.” A great Confucian 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 and no A great Confucian shook his head, “This old man knows that this painting was made by Yan Liben, a great Confucian of the Yan family. It is one of the paintings most often used to pave the way for “The Picture of Fishing Old Men”. There are countless poems written about it. The requirements of the soul are also much stricter.”
“If it is not for the poems handed down from ancient times, the soul of the painting will not respond.”
Hearing the explanation of this great Confucianist, some people who don’t understand it understand the mystery.
At this moment, Qi Kexiu turned his head, looked at Leng Hanbing who was sitting across from him, and said via voice transmission: “Master Leng, do you want to take another gamble? This old man bet on your article “Journey to the Rivers and Lakes” with “Quick Snow and Sunny Posts” How about betting on whether the painting soul will come out to pay respects?”
Leng Hanbing slightly frowned.
The spirit of the painting recognizes it, among which nodding and saluting is the first level; the ceremony of paying homage is the second level; if the spirit of painting gets rid of the scenery in the painting and comes to worship in front of the painting, it is the third level.
Qi Kexiu’s bet is whether Chen Luo’s inscription can make the painting soul pay homage in front of the painting.
Leng Hanbing snorted.
You don’t know anything about Wan Amber’s strength.
Leng Hanbing nodded: “Gambling!”
……
“Wang Shaobo once had a masterpiece of such paintings and poems.” A great scholar pinched his beard.
“The young woman in the boudoir doesn’t know how to worry, and she puts her makeup on in the spring and goes to the emerald building.”
“The willows on the branches are the color of willows, regretting to teach her husband and son-in-law to find a marquis .
”
Shaking his head: “If you want to go back, the most outstanding poem of this kind is Li Qinglian’s—”
“The beauty rolled up the beaded curtain, sitting upright and frowning.”
“But seeing the wet tears, I don’t know who I hate.”
“It’s extremely, but Li Qinglian’s poem is so well written, that the person who painted the soul with resentment in his heart became Li Qinglian turned around and turned her back to Li Qinglian, creating a famous painting “Li Qinglian’s Heartbreaker”!” “Hahahaha
…” Everyone burst into laughter.
…
During the discussion of the Great Confucianism, other people also came forward to write poems one after another. Among them, only one of the master’s poems made the beauty in the painting look at him sideways, and nodded lightly, which was regarded as approval, and the others all left sadly.
In a blink of an eye, Chen Luo was the last person left.
It’s not that Chen Luo intends to be the finale, the main reason is that the other party seems to know about this great Confucian 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 inscribed poem had been erased, leaving a blank space for the inscription.
Chen Luo looked at the painting again. The woman in the painting was looking at the sky through the window of the pavilion, her brows were tightly furrowed. Outside the building, it was raining heavily.
Seeing Chen Luo pick up his pen, all the great Confucians stopped joking and chatting, and all their eyes focused on Chen Luo.
Qi Kexiu clenched his fists, his eyes widened coldly.
Sima Lie squeezed his beard and squinted, while Lin Zhiye frowned and watched coldly.
Only Yan Tianbing sat aside with a smile, as if the whole matter had nothing to do with him.
Chen Luo took a deep breath and wrote – “The rain hits the pear blossoms
and closes the door. I forget my youth and miss my youth.
”
Thousands of crying marks, ten thousand crying marks.”
“Looking at the sky at dawn and looking at the clouds at dusk, I miss you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit.” After
writing a poem, the whole room was silent.
The person in the painting turned his head slowly and looked at Chen Luo.
Afterwards, the beauty in the painting turned around, went down the pavilion, walked out despite the wind and rain, pushed open the courtyard door, and walked all the way to the front of the painting.
Qi Kexiu was startled, and shouted in his heart: “Don’t! Don’t!”
Leng Hanbing smiled slightly: “Quick Snow and Sunny Post”, here it is!
But just when everyone thought that the person in the painting was going to pay respects in front of the painting, the person in the painting kept walking, raised his leg, and walked down from the painting, turning into a delicate 28-year-old beauty.
In an instant, the black and white that turned into colors suddenly filled the hall, and a faint fragrance filled the hall.
Lively and fragrant.
The person in the painting greeted Chen Luoying with blessings, with a tone of three parts mournful and three parts surprise: “Mr. Lang, I have missed you for a long time.”
Yan Tianbing patted his forehead: it’s over.
If you don’t want to keep a large painting, Liben, you may not believe it.
Your painting does not belong to you anymore.
…
After a lot of excitement, the matter was finally resolved satisfactorily.
Yan Tianbing gave this pair of “Spring Girl” to Chen Luo on the spot.
In fact, although the painted girl walked out of the painting, she was actually still a phantom, and her body was still that painting.
True holographic red sleeves add fragrance.
However, everyone couldn’t help raising their expectations for Chen Luo’s next performance, and even Yan Tianbing had a glimmer of hope in his heart.
“The next step is “The Picture of Fishing the Old Man.” Yan Tianbing said to Chen Luo and another person who passed the test.
The man smiled wryly, knowing that he was just running with him this time, he waved his hand in embarrassment, and withdrew from the inscription of “The Picture of Fishing Old Men”, and everyone was not surprised.
Yan Tianbing patted the storage bag, and suddenly a scroll emerged. Everyone looked at the scroll, as if seeing blood dripping down from the scroll, which made people dizzy.
The blood-stained power of the barbarian god.
The painting girl raised her leg and walked into Chen Luo’s body in an instant, and Chen Luo’s mind suddenly became clear. Looking at the scroll again, there was nothing unusual 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 fishing old men 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 cold river, there is only an old man wearing a straw hat, a pot of old wine beside him, and a fishing rod in his hand, fishing for river snow at night.
It’s no wonder that there are poems inscribed with “birds fly away in thousands of mountains, people disappear in thousands of paths, a man in a lonely boat, fishing for snow in the cold river alone”.
It is precisely this sense of silence and killing in winter that creates the semi-sacred treasure power of “The Picture of Fishing Old Man”.
But now, what Chen Luo saw was a completely different painting.
The ice and snow had long since dissipated, and the green hills in the distance were faintly visible. A round of sunset in the sky shone on the old man fishing alone, and the whole painting revealed a sense of twilight.
The setting sun was the blood of the barbarian god. That barbaric blood turned into the setting sun, piercing the murderous intentions of the night, melting the ice and snow, and turning the whole painting into a picture of late autumn and sunset, thus completely transforming a semi-holy cultural treasure. pollution.
Chen Luo looked at the picture of fishing old men, and pondered slightly.
What poem should I write?
Chen Luo pondered for a moment, then picked up the pen.
“One coir, one hat and one flat boat,”
“One foot of silk and one inch hook.”
“One song and one bottle of wine,”
“One person fishing alone and one river autumn.”
It’s just that the word “autumn” was just half written, and Chen Luo stopped. hold the pen.
“No, I seem to have overlooked something.” Chen Luo frowned, and everyone was also looking at the poem written by Chen Luo.
“In this poem, the last word should be the word autumn, right?” said a great Confucian.
“That’s right, one person catches a river of autumn alone.” Immediately, a great scholar said, “As expected of Wan Anbo, the nine characters are embedded in the poem, and what falls in the end is not autumn, but a river of autumn, chic but lonely. ”
It just perfectly matches the defiled “Fishing Old Man Picture”. But why did Wan Anbo stop writing?”
Sima Lie sighed: “This poem is excellent, but it doesn’t have the power of heaven and earth in Liu Wenzong’s poem , if it is finished, it will be at the level of a great Confucian treasure.”
Qi Kexiu let out a long sigh of relief, and said with a smile: “I have already said that Wan Anbo’s poems are extraordinary, but if you want to restore “The Picture of Fishing Old Man”, I’m still a bit out of my power! Brother Leng, I’d like to thank you for your great Confucianism treasure!”
Although he lost the “Quai Xueqing Shitie”, it is still a big profit to get a great Confucianism treasure.
Leng Binghan snorted: “The matter is not over yet, so don’t draw conclusions on it.”
Qi Kexiu shook his head slightly: “Then we’ll wait, and I’ll see how Chen Luo can turn things around.”
…
At this moment, Chen Luo’s brain He recalled what Ye Dafu and himself said about “The Picture of the Old Man”, especially the line “Yan Ti Liu Ying” by the half-sage.
He looked at the painting again, and now he looked carefully, and found that there was a black shadow under the fisherman.
It’s a shadow!
The original version of “The Picture of Fishing Old Men” is a night scene without shadows.
In this version, if it is the shadow cast by the bloody sunset, it 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 back to Yan’s house across thousands of miles.
“Yan does not leave Liu, Liu does not leave Yan!”
“Yan body and 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 “Jiu Yi Diao Sen”.
“What is Wan Anbo doing?” A great Confucianist frowned, “Do you want to make a new one?” ”
The one just now is also a rare masterpiece, and the new poem may not be as good as the original poem!”
Even Yan Tianbing frowned slightly, logically, each person could only write one poem at a time, but just now Chen Luo hadn’t finished the last word, so it was barely within the rules to redo a poem at this time.
I don’t know what new poems he will write.
Confused by Chen Luo’s actions, all eyes held their breath and fell on the tip of Chen Luo’s pen.
At this time, Chen Luo had a plan in mind, and he wrote with pen and paper—the
rolling waters of the Yangtze River to the east, and the
waves scoured away the heroes.
Right and wrong success or failure turned around, the
green hills are still there, and the
sunset is red several times.
White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river,
used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.
Happy meeting with a pot of turbid wine, so
many things in ancient and modern
times are all laughed and talked about!
…
Before everyone realized it, they suddenly discovered that the remaining shadow of the Diao Sou was gradually elongated, and it seemed to have turned into a figure completely different from the Diao Sou.
I saw the shadow stood up on the small boat, and sat opposite to Diao Sou, between the two of them happened to be the jug of old wine.
“A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet again!” Yan Tianbing’s eyes suddenly became sour, “Yan Ti Liu Ying, Yan Ti Liu Ying, and Liu Shi no longer, but Yan Liu will always meet!”
“So, so it is!”
Everyone also understood at this time No wonder even Ban Sheng couldn’t restore the power of the Ban Sheng Wenbao to “Diao Sou Tu”, it turned out that Yan Liu had to reappear.
A confidant is hard to find, life and death never give up!
“No, no!” Qi Kexiu suddenly said, “This cultural treasure has not been restored to the semi-sacred…”
But before Qi Kexiu finished speaking, a mighty momentum suddenly swayed from “The Picture of Fishing Old Man”, The majestic majesty descended, and the hearts of all the Confucians were shocked.
Only Sima Lie stood up abruptly, looking at the picture of fishing old man with disbelief in his eyes, he yelled out in shock— “Sui
…the power of time!”
Come on, everyone is obedient.
Put down your knives! ! !
(end of this chapter)
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