Great Liangzhen Fusi, starting as the villain

Poetry!

pen.

Beside the desk case, Qi Ping finished writing in one go, and he was also full of feelings. The first reading of Zheng Banqiao's "Bamboo and Stone" was not as amazing as Su Shi's words.

But in the short four-line poem, it contains strength and strength.

In history, there are many poems chanting bamboo, and there are many excellent ones, but there are very few of them such as this popular one.

On the side, Xi Lian stood blankly holding a folding fan, his eyes glued to the poem, his lips moved, as if he was reciting silently, and the whole person was lost in thought.

"Stay firm on the green hills and not let go... let the east, west, north and south winds..."

He muttered to himself and repeated it, as if struck by thunder. As a poet lover, he could naturally hear that this poem was not only a chanting of things, but also a metaphor for people with things.

Bamboo is written in the poem, but people are actually written.

It is like wind and bamboo, resolute, brave, tenacious, persistent... Although it is rooted in "broken rock", it is still optimistic, not afraid of hardship and power, and has a strong backbone.

Especially the last sentence... Generous and unrestrained, the style of a generation of literati is vivid on the paper.

"This...isn't it me?"

Xi Lian was stunned.

In an instant, I felt that this poem was tailor-made for him, and it vividly displayed his arrogance and integrity.

Bosom friend!

At this moment, Xi Lian's eyes on Qiping changed, and his voice trembled:

"This... This poem, give it to me?"

Qi Ping nodded, took two steps back, and said to himself, isn't it just a poem.

Xi Lian took a deep breath and said again, "Does this poem... have a name?"

Qi Ping subconsciously wanted to say yes, but he was stared at by Mr. Six's red eyes, and swallowed:

"Please give me your name, sir."

Xi Lian laughed loudly, thought for a while, and said:

"Since this poem was written in Zhushiju, how about... how about calling it "Send off my teacher's curtain at Zhushiju"?"

... What else can Qi Ping say, and he agrees.

Xi Lian was in a good mood, and put away the paper, feeling a little regretful:

"The poetry is very wonderful, but this word...is a bit ordinary."

Qi Ping coughed and interrupted the other party:

"Sir, I only took half a day off, this method of drawing symbols..."

"Young people are impatient." Xi Lian smiled and led Qi Ping to sit at the low table indoors.

With a wave of his hand, a brush made of sapphire flew towards him.

Throw it to Qiping and say:

"If you want to draw talismans, the first thing you need is a magic brush. This brush is what I used in the past. It is of average quality and can only be compared to a mysterious magic weapon, but it is somewhat better than the one distributed by the academy. I will give it to you. "

Xuan Jie... Qi Ping took it with both hands, overjoyed, this poem is worth copying.

You know, all the students in the academy are distributed to the lowest yellow class, want a good one?It's okay, buy it yourself.

Xi Lian's move was Xuan Jie, although his tone was understated, but in fact, it was really a generous gift.

"Thank you sir!" Qi Ping said.

The corner of Xi Lian's mouth slightly raised, pretending to be free and easy:

"Having a magic brush is not enough. If you want to draw a talisman, there are still many important points, such as the timing of the infusion of true energy, strength, how to hold it, maintain stability, and connect with the mind..."

He said a lot of points in one breath, and immediately began to point out and teach one by one, Qi Ping listened attentively, and asked questions from time to time.

Immediately, the actual operation began.

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, two hours passed. Qi Ping held a sapphire magic brush, filled it with real essence, and tried to outline words in the air.

But repeated defeats.

Until most of the true energy in the body is consumed, he has no choice but to pause:

"Sir, why can't I draw?"

Xi Lian was speechless: "Are you thinking that you can master a technique after only one or two hours of learning? Especially, the powerful 'Feng' character?"

Embarrassed, Qi Ping admitted that he was greedy.

Xi Lian admonished:

"Practicing magic is not easy. Although you are quite talented in this way, don't think about it quickly. When you go back, practice the key points I taught today, and you may be able to get started within ten days."

One ten days is ten days.

Xi Lian continued: "Even if you are a beginner, there is still a possibility of failure in casting spells. When you cast spells ten times and all ten times succeed, it can barely be counted as mastery."

That's it... Qi Ping nodded and wrote it down, thought for a while, and asked:

"What are the factors that affect the probability of casting spells?"

Xi Lian was taken aback by the new word before replying:

"Many, such as whether the cultivation base is solid or not, whether the mind is calm or flustered when casting spells, whether the movements of the symbols are out of shape, whether the surrounding vitality is sufficient and smooth... By the way, there is also a pen."

He said: "Low-quality magic brushes are more likely to fail in casting spells. On the contrary, the higher the grade, the better the power of spells, the speed of casting spells, and even the success or failure."

Qi Ping's heart moved, thinking, if he casts spells with a heavenly-ranked magic talisman pen, can he greatly save practice time?

He felt that it was necessary to go back and try.

At noon, Qi Ping got up to say goodbye and ended the study.

Xi Lian sent him away with a smile on her face, and then she couldn't wait anymore. She took out the poem, smiled, turned her head and walked towards the depths of the academy.

There are good things to share with old friends.

……

So Paper House.

In the lobby on the first floor, He Sheng, who has a slender figure and wears crystal glasses, is reading in the sun. Beside him is a lazy orange cat.

Suddenly, the orange cat opened its eyes and looked out the window.

A gust of wind blows in, and the mat curtain floats over, holding calligraphy in hand, and chanting:

"Stay firm on the green hills and not let go, the roots are originally in the broken rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, let the east, west, north, south wind wind."

The ascetic female gentleman looked at him, behind the lens, her eyes were temporarily lax, as if she was confused:

"What are you doing?"

After Xi Lian held back with one hand, his eyes were vicissitudes, and his voice was low and full of magnetism:

"San San, don't you realize that this poem is very appropriate to describe me?"

He Sheng: "Get lost."

"Good."

……

Baopu Building.

This is Mr. Wu's residence, which is unkempt and "hid in a small building to form a unified system". As a scientific research madman, Mr. Wu rarely leaves the house.

College students are also rare to see.

At this moment, Mr. Wu was sitting at the table, and suddenly, the closed window opened, and the mat curtain floated outside the window, bathed in the midday sun, like a god:

"Old Five, I got a good poem today, and I'm here to share it with you."

Mr. Wu flew into a rage, and struck out with a palm:

"What's wrong with you!"

……

By the lakeside of the Academy, in a thatched study, the generous-hearted and gentle Mr. Er was sitting in the room, staring at the song Ding Storm on the table, a little distracted.

Suddenly, he got up and walked to the door.

Waited a few seconds.

When the strong wind blows, the thatch blows and the mat curtains float, just like a fairy in a poem: "Second..."

"You can change your name..."

"Wen Xiaohong." Xi Lian called Mr. Er by name directly: "I got a poem today."

"You talk and I listen."

"Stay firm on Qingshan and not relax..."

After listening patiently, Wen Xiaohong exclaimed: "This poem is very wonderful. Using bamboo to describe people is exactly the kind of character our academy disciples should have."

Xi Lian's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands and laughed loudly:

"That's right, why didn't I expect that this poem should inspire students!"

After speaking, he rolled up the breeze and disappeared.

Wen Xiaohong was silent for a while, feeling that she might have said something wrong.

……

Not long after, on the green lawn of the academy, a group of students walked towards the dining hall together, laughing and chatting with each other. Suddenly, the sky was dark, the wind was strong, and the grass and leaves were flying.

Xi Lian held the calligraphy in his hand and floated in the air, reciting loudly: "Keep firm on the green hills and not let go..."

"It's Mister Six!"

"No, let's go!"

"It's too late, cover your ears!"

The students shouted loudly.

A burst of chicken and dog jumping.

……

……

At the foot of the mountain, Qi Ping sneezed suddenly, turned his head to look at the academy, and muttered:

"Why is there a sudden wind?"

Shaking his head, he urged the white-haired yellow puma and rushed towards the Yamen.

There is still a case waiting for him.