Chapter 41 Taiping Residence
Old man Wang is very happy today. He was born as an Orion hunter for generations, so he does not live in the town. Instead, he lives in a thatched cottage in the mountains and forests southeast of Yongle Town, which makes it easier for him to go up the mountain. hunt.
Early this morning, a rich man came. As soon as he entered the door, he threw a cloth bag on the table and said that he wanted to buy his thatched cottage. Old man Wang went up and opened the cloth bag. He was very obedient and white. Several ingots of silver were so dazzling that he couldn't even open his eyes.
Although this thatched cottage was passed down from his ancestors, it was already very dilapidated by his generation. If it weren't for the convenience of going up to the mountains for hunting, he wouldn't want to live here alone.
Now that I have this free money, I will at least have enough food and clothing for the rest of my life, so why go hunting? Old Man Wang agreed without thinking about it, and his attitude was very enthusiastic. He kept most of the furniture in the house, but only packed up some soft goods, then took the money and left.
The State of Zhao Chongwen had imperial examinations in various places, and Yongle Town was no exception. Surrounded by mountains on three sides, the scenery is superb. Although it is remote, it does not prevent some talented people from gathering here. Over time, it has become a place for some down-and-out literati to recite poems and compose poems.
Taipingju is an elegant place in the town specially open to talented people.
Legend has it that the owner of Taipingju was originally a down-and-out scholar who failed in many exams. However, when he reached middle age, he actually passed the exam and passed the exam. Later, he was favored by the daughter of a fifth-rank minister in the dynasty. From then on, he jumped over the dragon gate and became an official in the court.
When he returned home in rich clothes, on a whim, he funded the construction of this Taiping Residence, specifically for literati and poets to drink tea and discuss poetry.
At this moment, in the middle of Taiping Village, in a long pavilion facing the street, several scholars are sitting or standing, drinking tea and discussing poetry. One of the scholars in blue Confucian clothes was shaking his head and chanting:
"Look at the blue smoke in the mountains, and look at the sunset among the bamboos at night. The bluebirds come and go in vain, why should they soar straight into the sky!"
"Haha, Brother Kong is a good poet!"
Everyone The scholar clapped his hands and smiled. One of them said again: "The imperial examination is dark and the examiners have no eyes. Although we are wandering among the mountains and rivers, we really have the ambition to reach the clouds in our hearts. I don't know if one day we can, as Brother Kong said in his poem, one song soar to the sky and reach the sky. ! ”
That The scholar surnamed Kong looked at him and said with a smile: "Brother Sun is a great talent, and he lives in this mountainous place. Sooner or later, he will definitely be able to become an official in the court. When the time comes, please don't forget me, brother Sun."
" Haha, definitely!”
At this time, another person said: "Brother Kong's poem is a good poem, but I think there is something wrong with it."
"Oh? I would like to hear the details."
The person continued to say "Go home late at night among the bamboos to watch the sunset. I personally think that the word 'peeping' is not elegant and does not suit my status. I would rather change it to 'pin'. I will go home late at night among the bamboos to watch the sunset. Brother Kong thinks it is like this." What?”
“Haha, Brother Zhou is really a genius of our Zhao country because of his quick thinking.”
The scholar surnamed Zhou was secretly proud when he heard this, but he was still polite on the surface. : "What the heck, Zhou's talent is sparse and his knowledge is shallow. His talent is just the beginning of a dog's tail, superfluous. Brother Kong is the well-deserved leader of Zhao Guowen!"
These people were in the pavilion, complimenting each other in various ways, and they were all in a good mood. They had a feeling of poetry and immortality, unparalleled in the world. Unexpectedly, at this time, an inappropriate voice came from outside the pavilion:
"In the ancient pavilion, pigs and dogs barked together. The pigs spoke of great talents, and the dogs said they were immortal poets."
Everyone turned their heads. Looking towards the street, I saw a tall horse coming at a pace on the stone street with the sound of hoofbeats.
On the horse sat a young man in white, handsome in appearance and extraordinary in temperament. At this moment, he was gently swinging his folding fan, looking like a handsome young man from a troubled world.
There is a young man in gray clothes in front of the horse, holding a flowery sword in his left hand and holding the horse rope in his right hand, leading the way.
The scholars forcibly suppressed the anger in their hearts, and one of them sneered: "Brother, you are talking loudly, and you must have great opinions. Why don't you go into the pavilion and talk about it, and share what you have learned in your mind."
The young man in white said with a smile: "Since brother, Tai sincerely invites you, so I can’t refuse. Although it’s not a high-level discussion, I can still give you some advice.”
As he said this, he got off his horse and walked into the pavilion. The young man tied his horse by the roadside and followed closely.
As soon as the two entered the pavilion, all the scholars looked at them. The boy was fine, but although the young man in white had a handsome face, his complexion was extremely white, and his voice was clear and sweet, without any masculinity at all.
One of the middle-aged scholars laughed and said:
"Brother, he is really a strange man. Why bother with writing and writing to focus on finding a daughter of a magistrate? Wouldn't it be wonderful to be a quick son-in-law?" He insinuated that the young man in white looks good, and is a pretty boy. Everyone present didn't know this and burst into laughter.
The young man in white did not speak. The boy in front of him glanced at the middle-aged scholar and saw that his forehead bones were protruding and his eye sockets were sunken. He couldn't help but smile and said: "This brother is born with a strange appearance. I am so surprised that I have a poem to give to you."
"Oh?" The man asked curiously: "You little boy Do you also understand poetry? Let’s read it and listen to it. .”
I saw the young man shaking his head and saying:
“Three or five steps before leaving the hall, his forehead came to the front of the painting hall. He wiped away his tears several times and it was hard to reach them, leaving two streams of water. ! ”
These few lines of innuendo about his protruding forehead and sunken eyes are extremely appropriate.
“You!”
The middle-aged scholar was so angry that he pointed at him and was speechless.
At this time, the white-clothed young man sat down in the stone chair, cupped his hands to everyone and said:
"I thought that although all of you here are not talented and knowledgeable, you are still a scholar after all, but I didn't expect to do this. Judging people by their appearance and short-sightedness is really disappointing and extremely disappointing." He shook his head as he spoke, as if he hated iron.
The faces of all the scholars present turned dark, and one of them said: "Brother, you have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, but you don't know how much knowledge you have in your heart? We are gathering here today, why not come to a poetry competition to test your true talents and knowledge?"< br>
The young man in white shook his fan gently and said with a smile: "I am not boasting, but with your little knowledge, you are not qualified to compete with me in poetry. But since you are here today, you can't sweep away your elegance." Well, let me, the book boy, discuss it with you. ""Shu boy?" the man from before said angrily: "Brother, do you look down on me?"
The young man in white glanced at him and said, "What? Are you afraid of my little book boy?"
The people present were aroused by him and shouted:
"It's a competition, I'm afraid of him!"
"That's it! Give him some color and see."
"I don't know how high the world is, so today I will fight him first, and then I will fight myself. , let him be convinced of his defeat!”
The scholar named Kong! He raised his hand to signal everyone to calm down, coughed and said, "Brother Sun will come first in this first wave."
"Then Sun will show off his shame first," the scholar surnamed Sun said after hearing this: "Listen up, kid, this first wave is titled 'Mountain'."
The book boy nodded and said: "Okay!" Then he stretched out his right hand and made a "please" gesture and said:
"Please invite Brother Sun to show your ugliness!"
The word "show your ugliness" is ordinary. It was all for self-effacement, and this scholar actually asked others to "show their shame". The scholar surnamed Sun glared in anger, and thought to himself: "I'll give you a good look later."
With this thought in his mind, he began to walk around the pavilion with his hands behind his back, and after a long time he chanted:
“The green peaks of Nanshan Mountain are unparalleled in the world, and they can sweep away the white clouds to refine elixirs!”
"Seconds!"
The scholars around him couldn't help but clapped their hands and praised. One of them even shook his head and said: "Yongle Nanshan, towering into the clouds and inaccessible, is indeed an unhuman scenery. Of course, only the immortal family lives on the top of the mountain, and only the immortal family can do this thing of sweeping the clouds and refining elixirs! Haha!"
Everyone thought they had a chance to win, and someone joked: "The little book boy has never seen such a battle before. Maybe he can only write a few big characters. If he wants to write these two poems, he will have to think about it for ten years, haha! "
"It doesn't take ten years, just ten breaths!" The book boy put his hands behind his back, rolled his eyes and said:
"The butterfly shadows in the sky are reflected in the flowers, and the sword fairy dances in the moonlight by himself!"
As soon as this poem came out, there was an instant silence in the hall, because these two lines of poems written by the book boy and the first two lines written by the scholar surnamed Sun, both in terms of artistic conception and literary talent, were perfectly integrated, and even slightly superior.
You must know that the scholar surnamed Sun is the one who came up with the question. It is extremely difficult to write the first two sentences. This kid actually said the last two sentences immediately within a few breaths. If the camp was not hostile at the moment, it would be difficult. It's amazing.
But when the young man in white heard the poem written by the boy, a blush appeared on his face for some reason, and his big eyes unconsciously glanced outside the pavilion.
Just when the scholars in the pavilion looked at each other in confusion, the scholar named Zhou snorted coldly and said:
"Foxes become rampant when they succeed, and bookboys are ridiculous and crazy!"
After hearing this, everyone cheered up and said with a smile: "Brother Zhou, you are not going to bully me, hahaha! The little book boy is so ridiculous!"
The book boy didn't feel annoyed after hearing this, and just smiled lightly. :
"Poor and sour" It’s hard to express the desire to be corrupt, and the scholars deceive themselves and each other!”
When everyone heard what he said, they didn’t know that he was insinuating that the scholars in the pavilion had only empty ambitions, but in fact they had no real talents, but they were just talking to each other here! Just flattering yourself to comfort yourself.
The scholar surnamed Zhou's face darkened, and he said angrily: "What are you barking about, little boy?" He rolled up his sleeves, as if he was going to hit someone.
But the scholar showed no fear and raised the sword with flowers engraved in his hand in the air. The scholar surnamed Zhou immediately lost his courage and retracted his neck. He was originally a weak scholar, and he had only been on top for a while, but when he saw that the scholar actually held a "murderous weapon" in his hand, he immediately shrank.
After that, all the scholars took turns to fight, but they couldn't answer the poems, couldn't curse, and didn't dare to hit. They hated the scholar until they bit his teeth.
Suddenly I heard someone outside the pavilion shouting: "Master Feng is here!"
Everyone's eyes lit up, as if they were expecting a savior, and they all made way. I saw a man in a wide robe and long sleeves striding forward. This man had a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a dignified appearance.
As soon as he entered the pavilion, a scholar said to him: "You are here, Bachelor Feng. This man has a sharp tongue and talks nonsense. It is really insulting to be polite here. Why don't you invite Bachelor Feng?" Make the decision for us.”
"Oh?" The bachelor surnamed Feng ignored him and just squinted at the young man in white. After a moment, he said: "How come these two talented people came to this Taiping residence without notifying Feng? It's disrespectful. Please forgive me."
The young man in white waved his hand and said: "We are just wandering around casually, and we only discuss things with you when the mood arises. Since we have disturbed everyone's enjoyment, let's take our leave. !”
The bachelor surnamed Feng persuaded: “Why don’t you two come to the inner courtyard to sit for a while and taste my fine Yunwu tea, so that I can fulfill my friendship as a landlord.”
< br>At this time, the book boy said: "Thank you, Master Feng. My young master has important matters to attend to. Please forgive me for the inconvenience of staying for a long time."
"That's it."
The bachelor surnamed Feng nodded and no longer wanted to stay. Instead, he put his hands behind his back and looked at the leaving figure of the young man in white with narrowed eyes. He didn’t know what he was thinking.
This young man in white and the others The book boys were naturally Tang Diexian and Liang Yan who had disguised themselves as women. However, for some unknown reason, Tang Diexian did not have the Pixiu pendant on his neck at this time, and the aura of cultivation on his body was clearly visible.
If there are cultivators present, they will definitely be able to recognize their fifth level of Qi training!
(End of this chapter)