Great Blue Night Watchman

The King of Zhenbei took a long breath: The Hejian Palace values ​​​​the little girl, and I am deeply grateful. The Dacanglin family has come all the way, and I am also grateful. Both sides are the homes of the Holy Way, and the two heroes are both The king is really in a dilemma when it comes to choosing a good son-in-law. Ci Zong's proposal... what do you think, Elder Mu and Young Master Lin?

What he said was a standard answer as a master, without any bias.

But Hongye, who was hiding under the window, was shocked.

Because she sensitively captured an almost impossible turning point.

That means the father finally looks at the Lin family!

Putting the Lin family and the Hejian Palace together is a sign of admiration for the Lin family!

This would never have happened before. In the past, my father hated the Lin family deeply! Lin Su had quietly changed a lot on his own just now.

Moreover, Hongye suddenly felt excited. She could finally see the true literary strength of the person in front of her. In the early stage, Lin Su wrote a new poem Tianjingsha. Autumn and a short essay of 300 words. , made her have a great interest in Lin Su, and she eagerly wanted to know whether he could create a literary legend again.

Lin Su smiled and said: In the past, students would have never dared to meet with the top elders of the Holy Family of Poetry and the seniors to make friends with poetry and discuss Taoism with literature. But as the poet said well, love affairs are good stories, and the literary world is also good news. Since it is a good story, how can students dare to dampen your interest? Let’s discuss it with the elders and seniors through literature.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked...

Discuss the Tao with the elders and seniors?

Your Tao discussion targets actually include Elder Mu?

Ci Zong suggested the great Confucian scholars and princes in the Hejian Palace, and you actually confused Elder Mu and included him. Who is Elder Mu? The top elder of the Holy Family of Poetry, his poetic attainments may not be matched by even a generation of poets from Nanchu.

Elder Mu narrowed his eyes slightly: Does Mr. Lin's audience include this old man?

Lin Su stood up and bowed: Elder Mu is willing to teach you, and students naturally want it!

Presumptuous! A voice came from the side: Who are you? Are you worthy of discussing with Elder Mu?

This person is the Prince of Hejian. He was beaten up just now and lost all his face. He has been honest for a long time, but he can't bear it now.

Lin Su sighed softly: The holy way is clear, and those who have achieved it come first. How sacred is it to discuss the way through literature? How come there are always stupid remarks about worthy and unworthy?

You... The prince was furious.

Elder Mu's face suddenly darkened: Your Majesty, please rest a moment!

After forcefully pressing the Holy Son down, the Crown Prince looked around with red eyes, but what he encountered were several pairs of disappointed eyes. Everyone was really beginning to be disappointed with him.

If you always show off your authority and have no rules, you cannot imitate the person in front of you. This person is younger than you, has a calm demeanor, is reasonable, well-founded and restrained. This is called demeanor!

After Elder Mu controlled the situation, he slowly said: How do you want Mr. Lin to discuss Tao?

Lin Sudao: How about using poetry to discuss Tao?

Elder Mu was slightly startled and discussed the Tao with poetry? His strongest point is poetry. He actually chose his strongest point. Is there some conspiracy?

Elder Mu said calmly: Of course you can, but I don't know how Mr. Lin plans to discuss poetry?

Lin Sudao: There is a new method that is quite popular in the Da Cang poetry circle, called 'poetic solitaire'. That is, someone writes a poem first, and the second person writes a continuation based on the poetic meaning of the previous person. Students and elders also play How about playing this poetic Solitaire?

Poetic Solitaire is an interesting way to play.

Compared with the conventional writing of poems in the poetry world, it is much more difficult.

The core thing of a poem is poetic meaning, and poetic meaning is often not straightforward and does not have considerable literary foundation. You may even not be able to read the hidden poetic meaning of the other party at all. If you can't even understand the title, you will naturally not be able to read it later. Talked.

Of course, this method also has one of the biggest drawbacks, that is, the first person to write a poem takes too much advantage.

Elder Mu smiled faintly: I understand what Mr. Lin means. You have a wonderful poem, and you plan to show it to me. Then I will write another one based on your poetry, and use this method to evaluate the merits of your and my poems.

No! Lin Su said: The elder writes a poem first, and the students continue to write a poem based on the elder's poetic meaning.

What?

Everyone was shocked.

Elder Mu writes first?

Are you sure you've thought this through?

Elder Mu is a person who has written colorful poems. If he writes out the wonderful poems he has written in the past but has not yet been submitted to the temple, if you write a poem on the spot, it will be better than the poem he has polished for a long time. ?

Elder Mu was also stunned. He originally thought that Lin Su would dig a hole for him, but he never expected that Lin Su would give him the opportunity to dig a hole, and he himself would become the one who jumped into the hole !

He let out a long sigh: Today I have seen the magnanimity of the great talents. Let's do this. When I write a poem, you can write another poem based on my poetic taste. As long as your poem reaches the next level of my poems, Level, even if you win, Hejian Palace will never mention the princess’s marriage again!”

Give yourself a break!

What does it mean to give in to the first gear?

In other words, if the poem he writes is colorful, Lin Su only needs five colors to beat him!

If his poems are colorful, Lin Su only needs golden poems to beat him!

Once he wins, the Hejian Palace will withdraw from the princess's marriage!

This is a big promise!

This kind of promise is not guaranteed. Elder Mu will never say it out loud, but now he says it because he is 100% sure that he can win.

He wrote the poem first, and Lin Su continued the poem. He took too much advantage. Even if he had a gamble with the Ci Master in front of him and offered the same downgrade conditions, he still had 80% chance of winning!

He did not look down upon Lin Su.

He was entrusted by the King of Hejian, and he had the aura of the top elder of the Holy Family of Poetry. Everything did not allow him to underestimate his opponents.

Lin Su: If I lose, I will leave Zhenbei Palace immediately. From now on, no one from the Lin family will enter Nanyang.

It's a deal!

It's a deal!

The agreement is reached!

There is no need to make a literary vow, just open your mouth and you will renew your promise!

The whole place was tense.

The most nervous thing is Hongye hiding under the window.

She is a literary person, she is proficient in poetry, and she knows how much advantage Elder Mu has. Even if Elder Mu seems to be upright and upright and downgrades himself to a lower level, he still cannot bridge the gap between the question maker and the problem solver huge gap.

Even if his poetry skills are as good as Elder Mu's, even if he can downgrade one level, he will still lose 80% of the time!

If he loses, he will leave. What will happen to the second sister...the second sister?

Elder Mu held his hands together, pulled out a piece of gold paper, put down his precious pen, and began to write a poem...

Three streaks of white light as soon as the pen is written!

Soon, the white light turned to silver!

The land is filled with golden light!

Hongye held his chest tightly and yelled at the top of his lungs, Stop! Don't show off, don't...

As the most loyal lover of poetry, this was the first time that she was so eager to write other people's poems.

At this moment, colorful lights filled the air, and then, the entire Jingxian Pavilion was filled with colorful lights!

The whole pavilion cheered, and the sound shook the world.

Outside the window, Hongye's body softened and she slid down against the wall. Her mind was blank, except for two big gray characters hovering: It's over!

Colorful poem!

The poems he continues must be at least five-color, and they must be written according to Elder Mu's poetic taste. A person may occasionally find a good line and have the opportunity to become a colorful poem, but if he writes poems based on other people's poetic ideas on the spot, he can become a colorful poem. , How many people can there be in the world? Even the top master may not be able to do it.

Miss, why did you come out... Hongye heard Xing'er's cry: Miss, why is your face so white? Are you sick?

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In the Jingxian Pavilion, the cheers were still there. Lin Su raised his eyes and looked at a fresh poem written by Elder Mu. The original Holy Light and the first Holy Light were all in compliance with the regulations, indicating that this poem was written by him, and This is the first time I have written in public - of course, whether I have ever had a belly-opening manuscript before is not included in the test.

The poem goes: The sunset in the old mountain village of Cangshan, the crows break the trees and the roadside graves, the wind knocks on the firewood door, and suspicious guests arrive, and they like to use the withered stick to call the children's names.

The Nanchu layman frowned, but what he read out of a colorful poem was full of sinisterness!

What a desolate scene it is in the old mountain village of Cangshan, with the crows and broken trees and roadside graves?

The wind blew the wood door, and the old man inside held a dry crutch, calling his son's name, and ran over happily to see, what kind of loneliness and longing is depicted?

The poem is definitely a good poem, a top-notch poem.

But when used here, it is definitely full of malice.

Why? How old are you? At the age of twenty, you let people write poems based on your lonely and desolate mood? Poetry is the voice of the heart. People of every age group have different feelings. A young man with high spirits cannot write about loneliness and desolation even to death!

You, the top elder of the Holy Family, are you embarrassed to play this trick with a young boy?

Elder Mu raised his eyes, half-smiling but not smiling: Master Lin, can you decipher the meaning of this?

Lin Su sighed: It will be solved naturally!

Then please!

Lin Su raised his hand and the gold paper came out...

Everyone in the place stared at the tip of his pen...

Hongye outside the window also broke away from Xing'er's arms, his eyes widened, staring at the figure inside the window and the pen in his hand.

What poems can he write?

Blessed by the Saint of Poetry, he writes in five colors!

Poet sage...

She clasped her hands on her chest and prayed devoutly, apparently forgetting to ask a question. If the Poet Saint really blesses, would he bless his direct descendants, or would he bless an outsider like him?

Lin Su raised his hand, and the golden paper stood in the air. When his pen fell, five words appeared:

Tian Jing Sha. Autumn Thoughts......

Hongye's face outside the window suddenly turned red. Oh my god, what poem was he going to write?

This poem has been verified and it is correct!

But, that's not right...

The poetry of Tianjingsha is not consistent with desolation, loneliness, and lovesickness. Oh my god, that’s wrong! wrong!

Her heart was trembling, and she wished she could rush into Jingxian Pavilion...

Just when she was in a frenzy, the first line of words appeared...

Withered vines, old trees and dim crows...

Not the original one!

Hongye grabbed Xing'er's shoulders so hard that Xing'er was speechless...

Little bridges and flowing water, people's homes...

Layman Nanchu's face changed. At first, his eyes were unbearable, but now his eyes were wide open...

What's this? Words? What word card?

The old road has a westerly wind and a thin horse, and the sun sets in the west...

Elder Mu's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt a sense of fear. The depiction of this scene was simply amazing. It looked like a painting. The theme of desolation and loneliness was in line with his poetic style. There was only one thing missing at the moment, and that was A bright spot: I miss my loved ones! This kind of clear strokes is called poetic eye!

Without an eye for poetry, there is no way to be successful...

The last sentence came out: Heartbroken people are at the end of the world!

Elder Mu felt a sudden chill in his heart...

The field was filled with colorful lights, and everyone was shocked. If there was any color, it meant that Lin Su won...

He actually won!

The colorful light in the field seemed to be colorful, but also seemed to be undecided. All the people in the Hejian Palace shouted in their hearts: Quickly retreat the color, don't enter the lottery, don't enter the lottery...

The colorful light suddenly disappeared, and the green light filled the sky and the earth. Green lotuses bloomed in the wind, and a green lotus light belt stretched for hundreds of miles in the sky...

The minds of the four great scholars went blank.

There is no colored light, but there is green light. Oh my god, what a ghost, and what I saw was a big-headed ghost...

Legendary poems handed down from generation to generation! the layman from Nanchu stood up.

With a click, the wine glass in Elder Mu's hand was crushed to pieces.

Outside the window, Hong Ye suddenly turned around and stared at Xing'er, his mouth trembling slightly: Legend?

Xing'er shouted: Miss, it's a famous poem passed down from generation to generation...

He hugged Hongye and shook him violently.

The holy voice came from the sky: The ancient poem The Sky is Pure and the Sand. Autumn Thoughts, withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, the west wind and the thin horses on the ancient road, the setting sun, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world. The author of the lyrics is Da Cang Lin. Su!

Lin Su! Elder Mu suddenly stood up: Are you Lin Su?

The name he called out at this moment was not just a name, but also a legend. He had written nearly ten poems and lyrics that were handed down from generation to generation, creating a new avenue of novels. Moreover, he also knew that Lin Su was one of the most successful writers in the Qinglian Discussion that had just ended. He used his strength to seize 1,300 green lotuses and forcefully suppressed the Six Holy Families, Nine Kingdoms, and Seven States.

This man is already a legend in the world!

Yes! Lin Su bowed and replied, still polite.

Elder Mu's face was crossed with black lines, and the air in his heart was flowing wildly, but what could he do at this moment?

In poetic solitaire, he had the upper hand. Even if Lin Su was given the first berth, he would take advantage.

However, Lin Su wrote another word based on his poetic meaning, but the word was passed down to the world, which in turn ranked him higher.

The gap is so big that even a blind person can see clearly!

He lost, and there was no doubt about it!

With his defeat, the Hejian Palace lost the battle for the princess!

That's all, go and take a break...

Elder Mu let out a long sigh: Your Majesty, farewell!

With five words, Elder Mu waved his hand lightly, and the five people in the field disappeared at the same time with him. The Crown Prince faintly called out in the air, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Outside the window, Hongye stared at Xing'er with his big eyes, motionless...

Miss……

Lin Su? The Lin Su who wrote Dream of Red Mansions? It's actually him, it's really him... Her voice trembled slightly, and her face was as red as clouds at this moment. Like countless women, Dream of Red Mansions is also her favorite. She can't remember how many times she has read it, but she still feels amazed every time. She also wants to meet the author of Red Mansions countless times, but the author of Red Mansions is thousands of miles away. Another country she knew she might never see again in her lifetime...

Now, the author of Red Mansion came to her side inadvertently, and suddenly had a close relationship with Zhenbei Prince's Mansion.

Her heartbeat was so fast that it almost jumped out of her chest