Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

"One step up the mountain, one step down the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, it's late at night and thousands of tents are lit."

"The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown dreams are shattered, and there is no such sound in my hometown."

Nalan Xingde's poems were indeed unique in the Qing Dynasty.

After Bai Yu read out this poem, Mu Yaoxi let go with satisfaction, and even had the courage to shout to the old man: "Quickly, write it down!"

Bai Potian didn't mind either. Since it was his grandson's work, of course he could write it, and he started splashing ink.

"Poems, what's there to be excited about?" Bai Yu didn't understand very well. Although the poems were beautiful, the poems themselves had no effect and only cultivated sentiments.

"People always have their favorite things." Tao Rusu flipped up her hair: "It's like someone who read history books and became obsessed with Huo Qubing."

Bai Yu thought for a while: "Indeed, I think Su Daji is also very good."

Mu Yaoxi had just finished writing a song and continued: "Is there more? Is there more?"

Bai Yu thought for a while and then continued to read: "The sun is setting in the daytime in the mighty sorrow of separation, and the whip is pointing east to the end of the world..."

Mu Yaoxi thought to herself that this song was relatively ordinary. As expected, talent and inspiration are not always available.

Bai Yu continued to read: "Luohong is not a heartless thing. It turns into spring mud to protect the flowers."

Mu Yaoxi's eyes widened and she almost shouted "monster".

"Okay!" Bai Potian heard the mood of this poem: "What a line, 'Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers'!"

Isn't it the case that he should have responded to these last two sentences at this time?

I didn't leave him cruelly, I just had to leave.

Modern people usually use this sentence to praise the dedication of teachers and other professions, but dedication is not limited to teachers.

Bai Potian wrote more smoothly, and also mixed his own emotions. When he started writing, it seemed that flowers were blooming on the trees for a moment. They fell into the soil, fell into mud, crushed into dust, and turned into fertilizer. Breeding new spring flowers.

Seeing the completion of the poem, Mu Yaoxi was only happy but did not realize that her level had risen.

"I seem to have broken through to the middle stage of the second level..." Tao Rusu ended her distraction for dozens of seconds: "Zun Du, Fake Du!"

"It's true." Su Ruoli also recovered from the vision: "I also broke through the realm."

She didn't say exactly how far she had gone.

"You're a bit of a bastard." Tao Rusu came closer and said to Su Ruoli, "I thought you were a reckless man, but didn't you think you were both civil and military?"

Su Ruoli was a little regretful: "I really hope he can do nothing..."

"So you can take care of this loser like him for the rest of his life?"

"Yes." Su Ruoli made no secret of the ambition he had developed as a useless person.

"That is indeed a pity." Tao Rusu gently pushed Su Ruoli's back: "While poetry is booming, why don't you go up and ask for one of your poems?"

"What else?" Mu Yaoxi's eyes lit up: "Let me think about it, there is still a lyric poem left!"

Su Ruoli also said naturally: "If you can't think of it, there's no need to force it."

Poetry depends on inspiration, how can it be so easy to just say it?

Bai Yu said: "As I said, I did not create it myself, but copied it."

But if I want to write it to Su Ruoli... I really can't think of it at the moment.

Nalan Xingde wrote many poems about women, but he wrote about his wife, and his dead wife!

Most of the poems written are sentimental, sighing, "My wife is dead, I feel very sad", "My wife is gone, I miss her very much", "When my wife is here, is it like this", "My wife, why did you leave so early?" 'Such words can easily make people look depressed, so he was indeed depressed and died relatively early.

Su Ruoli is not a girl with this style. She is not Lin Daiyu who buries flowers, but the one who uproots weeping willows.

He thought for a while and decided not to throw out the killer weapon of "If life could only be like the first time we met" and "A pair of people in a lifetime". It was so literary that it would make his scalp numb just reading it.

Let’s leave this place to the one who is ‘most unforgettable in this world’…

Bai Yu stretched out his hand: "Can you show me Chu Yao?"

Su Ruoli smoothly pulled out the Chu Yao Sword from her waist. The soft sword she carried with her also proved her slender waist.

If it were some rough people, the thing wrapped around their waist would not be a soft sword, but Diao Chan.

Bai Yu began to recite a poem: "The graceful Yan Ji is fifteen years old. She is accustomed to dragging her long train and not taking slender steps."

"Everyone looks at each other in a beautiful way, and the color of the world is like dust."

"A tree is blooming with flowers. Apart from nature, I am speechless."

"Wu Niang praises her dancing skills in front of her, but unfortunately she always misses her waist."

This song doesn't have any emotional elements in it, it's more like a comment, literally translated - you are such a beauty~

You can read directly to the vixen who comes to ask for the seal.

Bai Potian also took advantage of the situation and wrote down. At this time, the desktop was already covered, and it was obvious that he could no longer write.

He was a little regretful but also satisfied: "I didn't expect to get so many good poems and lyrics during this night trip. What an unexpected surprise. Yu Jing, how many things do you still have hidden? Don't say that grandpa doesn't know. I'm afraid Even the girls from the Su family don’t know that you can recite poems and write lyrics, right?"

Su Ruoli picked up the poem written for herself and read it again and again, then nodded: "It's true that you haven't told me about it, but I like this poem very much. I will frame it when I get back."

"This frontier fortress poem belongs to me!" Mu Yaoxi also took one.

The old man put away the one titled "Luohong is not a heartless thing": "I like this song very much."

In the end, only the last 'lime chant' was left.

Bai Yu and Tao Rusu looked at each other. The latter also had a mediocre feeling about poetry. She said casually: "You can take it, I don't need it."

"No! You need it!" Mu Yaoxi held Tao Rusu's hand and turned back to stare at Bai Yu: "Can you bear to let her return empty-handed? Can you bear to look at her longing eyes?"

…No matter how I look at it, it’s clearly a blank stare!

"Mu Yaoxi, you're almost done." Bai Yu didn't want to read anymore.

"One more song!"

"Can I sing you a water dragon chant?" Bai Yu would rather sing.

Mu Yaoxi's eyes widened: "You can also compose music?"

Bai Yu choked: "...You wouldn't be interested in this, right?"

"No." Mu Yaoxi shook her head.

"But I'm interested!" Tao Rusu rushed up to him and grabbed his sleeve: "What Water Dragon Song are you talking about? I've never heard of this song."

"You all let me go!"

After a while of commotion, Bai Yu could only throw out "Bamboo and Stone" and add a song to Tao Rusu.

As for the Water Dragon Yin, if it is tone-deaf, it means that it cannot be sung at all.

…

"You're leaving tonight?"

"I'm going to see some old friends, and then I'm going back." Bai Potian said with his hands behind his back, "I also want to go to the imperial capital to see my daughter-in-law."

"They will let it?"

"They don't have the guts." Bai Potian waved his hand: "Don't worry about grandpa. You must keep the letter. Grandpa will be waiting for you to come to Rome in half a year."

Now that he's back, he has to show up.

The world can forget Bai Potian, but it cannot forget that Bai Potian is still alive.

The old man stepped on his toes and floated on the spot, drifting away like clouds and mist.

He hummed softly with his hands behind his back.

"Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle……"

"Yu Jing, you have the extraordinary and holy appearance."

This is not what ordinary people can say, nor is it the perception and state of mind of ordinary people.

The only explanation for why Bai Yu could still reach this point after all his bloodlines were abolished is that Bai Yu has gained the Tao.

It is said that Sakyamuni became enlightened under the Bodhi tree, gained the essence of Buddhism, and created the Pure Land of Buddhism.

Then, it is very likely that Bai Yu, like those scholars who have become saints through reading, has touched a certain realm for a moment.

Enlightenment.

This kind of thing has almost never happened in hundreds of years, but there are not a few people who have achieved enlightenment in history.

Bai Potian was not an enlightened person, but the situation was similar. His calligraphy was also wasted in the first half of his life, but he became a late bloomer.

Bai Yu has achieved such achievements at such a young age, which is really unexplainable if he is not enlightened.

After Bai Potian came this time, he felt more at ease and more open-minded.

"Beiming family, your luck is over when you meet such an amazing and talented grandson like me."

He went straight to Penglai Center.

Today, out of consideration for the demeanor of an elder, I haven’t had enough to drink, so while I’m in a good mood, I’m going to have a drink with Old Man Wu!

By the way, I also want to show the other party his Versailles skills, "How do you know that my grandson composed five wonderful poems in a row?"

It’s not in vain that I went to the Palace of Versailles for a few nights to study!

…

"Really gone?"

"I'm really gone."

"That's good." Bai Yu breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest: "I'm really afraid that he will just carry me and run away. By then, you guys together won't be able to stop him."

"Grandpa Bai doesn't dare. He's not afraid of anything. He's just afraid that you'll hate him." Su Ruoli was a little funny, but also a little sad: "One of the ten evil men, but he looks like an awkward old man in front of you."

Bai Yu shook his head: "I don't blame him."

"I know, but he doesn't know." Su Ruoli said softly: "He is most afraid of seeing a trace of resentment or hatred in your eyes. Even if it is only for a moment, the other party will not get it wrong."

Bai Yu thought thoughtfully: "Should I be stronger so that he can withdraw this letter?"

Su Ruoli smiled: "Are you taking care of my mood?"

Baiyu was silent.

"I think you really want to go." Su Ruoli was not stupid and could tell.

"Of course I want to visit. After all, it is the Royal Academy in Rome." Bai Yu paused: "It would be nice if I didn't have to go on a blind date there."

Su Ruoli stomped her foot arrogantly: "Go if you like!"

Then he chuckled: "Haha, I really pretend to be different."

Bai Yu: "Aren't you angry?"

"I'm angry, and a little annoyed, but I figured it out... Just like Grandpa Bai said, we are too weak to decide our own affairs."

Su Ruoli gently held the young man's arms: "There is still half a year left. It's not like we say goodbye right away, nor that we never see each other forever. We still have a lot of time."

Bai Yu suddenly had an impulse - if he directly tried to prove it, would that mean he wouldn't have to go on a blind date there?

But he resisted the urge because the legal age for marriage was twenty-three.

Under the moonlight, beauty is as beautiful as jade.

Su Ruoli suddenly leaned close to his ear and asked in a deep voice: "Can you tell me now how many poems you have not read out yet?"

Bai Yu turned his head, with a painful expression on his face: "..."

"Who told you to only give me such an ordinary song?"

"Don't you like it very much?"

"I like it, but it's not enough. I didn't know you could compose poetry, but you kept it from me for so long." Su Ruoli gently bit his neck to show dissatisfaction: "Read them all to me, one poem. No less, otherwise I will really be angry."