Great Blue Night Watchman

When he raised his pen, all the ten people across from him looked down upon him. What are you pretending to be? Do you dare to say that you really didn’t know that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival? Don’t you even know that your brother is getting married? It can only explain one thing, he was drafted, and the draft was related to Brother He's wedding.

It doesn't matter if you slap the belly draft. It doesn’t matter what you write, there is only one requirement: you must write an original first colorful poem.

You can't fool anyone with this, and you can't even try to fool anyone.

After writing two lines, the golden light was dazzling, and everyone was shocked. The poem was not finished, but the golden light was already shining. What a wonderful poem is this?

Two more lines, and colorful lights appear.

In the blink of an eye, colorful colors fill the air...

Everyone lost their countenance, Cai Zhulian and Zhang Yiyu's hearts beat fiercely, and their hearts almost flew away...

Suddenly, all the colors in the sky disappeared, and green lotuses bloomed between the sky and the earth. Once they appeared, they covered the sky and covered the earth. Under the bright moon, they were all covered with green lotuses...

"Legend!" The expressions of the ten disciples in front changed completely.

Zhang Yiyu and Caizhulian's expressions also changed.

The entire Nongsheng Holy Family suddenly became quiet...

Lines of big characters flowed through the air, and could be seen hundreds of miles away...

The holy voice recited: ""Shui Tiao Ge Tou. Mid-Autumn Festival" When will the bright moon come? I ask the blue sky with my wine, I don't know the palace in the sky, what year it is now and then. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade buildings are too cold at high places, so I dance Understand the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world? Turning around the Zhu Pavilion, looking down at the door, the light is sleepless, there should be no hatred, why should we always be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times, but May we live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart. The lyrics will be handed down from generation to generation, and a new brand will be opened. The author of the lyrics is Da Cang Lin Su!"

Lin Su continued to write and wrote the last line in the green lotus dance room: "Brother Lin Zheng is getting married today. My brother is a hundred thousand miles away and cannot return home. I send this message to my brother to congratulate him on his wedding."

Write the word "雁".

The golden paper turned into a wild goose, which rose into the sky and shot towards the bright moon in the sky. The bright moon shook slightly, and a golden light shot towards Haining, a hundred thousand miles away...

Haining, Lin Mansion.

The bright moon was in the sky, and the house was full of guests.

Lin Zheng's wedding is in progress.

There are so many guests here today.

All the professors from Haining University came, including fake professors Mo Qing and Feng Wu.

Even students came, at least Lin Su's disciple Yang Chun arrived. He was one of the chaperones at Lin Zheng's wedding. As soon as he arrived, he opened his eyes wide and looked for the master. When he learned that the master had not come back, he was a little disappointed.

The four most talented women in the capital are here.

Her world-famous pipa song had just been played in front of the green-dressed banquet in the west courtyard.

Magistrate Yang arrived, Zeng Shigui arrived, and even a distinguished guest who had not thought of it in advance also arrived. He was the magistrate of Quzhou and the capital of Song Dynasty.

Counted from Lin's mother, Song Du is a close relative of the Lin family. However, everyone in the Lin family is wary of Song Du. This relationship with him is nonsense. However, Song Du came thousands of miles away in person and brought A bunch of Quzhou officials gave the Lin family a lot of face, so the Lin family naturally treated them as distinguished guests and entertained them carefully.

It has now entered the stage of "Second Worship in the High Hall", where the newlyweds kneel in front of Mother Lin and offer new tea...

Song Du's eyes wandered, looking at the bright moon in the sky...

"Sir, Lin Su really hasn't come back. It seems that just like the rumors in the capital, he went to a certain holy family." Wen Dao, the governor next to him, sent a message.

"It is indeed logical for him to go to the Holy Family. However, this person's actions are often subversive. I always feel that there is something special in it." Song Du said.

After the wedding tea ceremony was over, the officiant pulled his neck and shouted: "Husband and wife bow to each other..."

Lin Zheng and Princess Hongying stood face to face and bowed deeply. Hongying's eyes were filled with tears. She had been waiting for this bow for three full years. During this period, there were many twists and turns. She and he almost fell apart. The double flyer, his brother Lin Su, took action under almost impossible circumstances to make their lifelong wish come true.

After marrying into the Lin family today, what she wanted to see most was her brother-in-law. She wanted to thank her brother-in-law the most, but he did not come back...

If there is any regret about this wedding, it is undoubtedly this.

At this moment, the moon in the sky suddenly brightened, and the moonlight seemed to suddenly become ten times brighter...

A golden light shot from the moon, passed through the sky, passed through the tall buildings, and fell on Lin Zheng's hand. It was a piece of gold paper. The gold paper transformed into a picture.

Above the picture is the central square of the Holy Family of Nongsheng. Lin Su stood on the square and smiled at him: "Brother Lin Zheng is getting married today. I am a hundred thousand miles away and cannot return to my hometown. I send this message to my brother." , congratulations on the wedding."

The picture turns into a bright moon, hanging high in the sky, with green lotuses floating down in the sky, accompanied by the earth-shattering song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"...

"... I hope that we will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away... I will give you the cultural treasure 'Moon Flower Wheel' after my words have been passed down from generation to generation!" As soon as the holy voice fell, the bright moon in the sky turned into a small point of light and shot into Lin Zheng's eyebrows.

"Legendary words!" Haining was completely shocked...

Dozens of old people at the table exclaimed at the same time...

Oh my God, I suddenly got better.

My injury...is gone! What's going on?

This is the power of the holy treasure, the reward from the temple in exchange for a poem that was passed down to the world by the Third Young Master Lin, a hundred thousand miles away.

Thank you, Third Young Master!

Xie Lin Mansion!

Dozens of old men knelt down at the same time...

Lin Zheng looked at the moon in the distance, his heart fluctuating...

Only he knows the true function of this moon wheel...

As soon as this round comes out, the injuries and illnesses will be gone. In the future, when the frontier army fights, his army will not be afraid of injuries.

There is also a sect, this treasure is not close to all evil, it is a great tonic for the human race, and it is comparable to the most poisonous poison for the demon race...

The wedding gift his third brother gave him from a hundred thousand miles away was a custom-made border weapon for him!

"Haha!" Baoshan laughed loudly: "I just said that if this kid misses such an important occasion, he will have to drink three cups of wine as a penalty in the future. Once this handed down poem comes, it is finally complete!"

"That's right!" Ding Chengru, who was standing next to him, said with a smile: "It's too high-end to congratulate the newlyweds with a message handed down from generation to generation. It must be the first time for the Nine Kingdoms and Thirteen States..."

Mother Lin smiled, full of pride...

The girls in the West Courtyard smiled, full of pride...

Even little Yang Chun at Lin Zheng's feet smiled, not knowing why he was so proud...

Song Du and the governor looked at each other. When they entered Haining, they got the answer they were looking for. Lin Su really went to the Holy Family. The totem of the Holy Family of Farmers behind him cannot be faked.

Mo Qing and Feng Wu also looked at each other...

"Why a farmer? What impressed him about the farmer?" Mo Qing sighed leisurely.

Ever since she heard that Lin Su would use the Holy Family's Heavenly Path to enter the temple, the Holy Family had moved one after another, including her Mohist family. The instruction given to her by the head of her family was to encourage Lin Su to use the Mohist Heavenly Path to form a good relationship. . Feng Wu received similar instructions, and the Taoists, as far as she knew, also took action. However, the result seemed to be out today. Lin Su chose the farmer's family.

"The only thing that impresses him is the woman!" Feng Wu pondered there: "Speaking of which, all the women from the peasant family pretend to be village girls. What's the point? Let's put the Mohist saint with big breasts and swollen eyes. He doesn't flirt with girls, but he travels a hundred thousand miles to seduce a village girl. What a bullshit view, I really won over him..."

Mo Qing looked at the pretentious Feng Wu and felt quite impulsive - the urge to beat someone up.

In the side room, behind the curtains, the four girls in the capital looked at the green lotus that had not completely dispersed outside the window, all in a state of intoxication.

Xie Xiaoyan let out a long breath: "The song "The Sapphire Case" that day made no one dare to write lyrics during the Lantern Festival. Now during the Mid-Autumn Festival, he has done it again... I kind of understand why those people in the literary world hate him so much. ”

There is no other word after this word, which should be the highest evaluation standard for poets.

"The Sapphire Case" occupies the Shangyuan Dynasty, and "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" occupies the Mid-Autumn Festival. How can you let others mess around...

Above the Yangtze River, the bright moon is like a quilt, spreading softly on the river.

A big boat rocked gently by the river.

A woman dressed in men's clothing looked at the sky. Her eyes were as clear as the river water under her feet, with rippling waves...

A maid came behind her, picked up a cloak, and gently put it on her shoulders: "Princess, please go back to the cabin. It is autumn and the night breeze is cool."

"Xing'er, you go back first, I can still look at the moon." The princess said softly.

"Princess, please don't be like this... Mr. Lin didn't mean to break your promise. He really has important matters. He is at the Holy Family a hundred thousand miles away..."

"He did not break the promise! Even though he was not in Haining, I still saw him in Haining, and his "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" will go down in history forever. He has fulfilled this Mid-Autumn Festival promise, and this performance is unprecedented! "The princess's face was filled with light, and she became more and more cheerful as she spoke. How could she ever feel a little bit disappointed?

She is the princess of Hongye County.

Hongying married into the Lin family. She dressed in men's clothing and infiltrated the wedding party to see her off.

Just because of one thing, she made a Mid-Autumn Festival appointment with Lin Su. The poem "Osmanthus fragrans is returned in time" written by Lin Su himself was the Mid-Autumn Festival appointment.

She saw with her own eyes the wonderful scene of the sweet-scented osmanthus blooming in Beichuan, Yishui, and the joy and peace of her sister marrying into the Lin family, but she did not see the person she was dating.

Tomorrow, she will return to the ancient country of Nanyang. On this Mid-Autumn Festival night, a poem passed down from generation to generation appears in front of her with his image across a hundred thousand miles. Their Mid-Autumn Festival agreement is fulfilled in this way.

If this Mid-Autumn Festival date falls in the eyes of ordinary women, it will be filled with endless resentment. You damn ghost invites the slave family to come over and let the slave family's pigeons fly. The slave family will not survive... But she, Hong Ye, is not an ordinary woman. She is intellectual and informed, and she is happy. I told Xing'er that Mr. Lin did not break the promise and met me in such an unprecedented way.

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A unique piece of music, accompanied by the moonlight, set off the climax of the wedding banquet in Haining.

A poem handed down from ancient times also caused a stir in the Holy Family of Nongsheng.

No one questioned Lin Su's identity anymore, because the temple directly told everyone in the world that he was Lin Su.

More than ten disciples in front bowed at the same time.

Deep in the Holy Family, several figures flew up...

Zhang Yiyu and Cai Zhulian's faces were full of excitement, and they both read something different in each other's eyes.

They also like poetry, but what they focus on is not just poetry.

One moment they were thinking about how to escape from the cruel rivers and lakes and return to Da Cang smoothly, but the next moment Lin Su came to do this.

What does this hand mean?

This means that Lin Su has completed a grand transformation in his identity. He is no longer the leader of Lingyun who followed the path of martial arts. He is the first master of Qinglian who took the path of literature. The two identities are completely different, almost the biggest identity difference. It is impossible for anyone to overlap the two. Even if there are clues pointing to this level, those people will doubt themselves.

The leader of Lingyun wanted to return to Da Cang, but he was pursued from all directions and faced many difficulties.

But the first grandmaster of Qinglian wants to return to Da Cang, who will stop him?

At least, people on the spiritual path are not that crazy.

His journey back home is not that difficult. He only needs to take off his spiritual clothes, put on the scholar's clothes, and write a poem, and he will travel thousands of miles freely.

A person fell from the sky, and all the young people in the audience bowed deeply at the same time: "See the elders!"

The visitor was Jia Wuyu, the Sanwu elder who had lived in Haining for more than ten days that day.

Elder Jia was all smiles: "The third young master wrote a colorful poem that day, 'From now on, if I can ride the moon leisurely, I will knock on the door all the time with a stick.' The old man has been looking forward to the young master coming to knock on the door. Unexpectedly, the young master came to knock on the door today. , and created a masterpiece that will be passed down forever, haha..."

Lin Su smiled: "Elder, please stop saying that. If you say that again, I will directly suspect that it was you who arranged these brothers to block the road today."

"Haha..." Elder Jia looked up to the sky and laughed, and all the disciples also laughed.

With this smile, the atmosphere completely relaxed. When Lin Su entered the farmhouse, he immediately felt a harmonious atmosphere.

"Third Young Master, please..."

Lin Su and the two girls took three steps with Jia Wuyu, and entered a quiet farm world, with beautiful fields and huts in the fields. A couplet was written on the hut, with mountains and rivers leading to no path, and willows and flowers bright in another village.

The courtyard door opened, and there was a stove inside, with a blazing fire, a hook on top, and a hanging pot in which the bacon was fragrant...

Zhang Yiyu and Cai Zhulian were both shocked.

They were not surprised by the high treatment, on the contrary, they were surprised by the low treatment. After all, Lin Su was the first grandmaster of Qinglian. You shouldn't open a Jingxian Pavilion or something like that, but serve wine and food? ?

Get a farm stove and cook everything in this pot.

Although it smells really good, the specifications are really not high.

Lin Su sighed: "The elder's welcome to the literary community and his broad-mindedness make Su Haosheng admire him."

Zhang Yiyu and Cai Zhulian were shocked at the same time. They were not ordinary people. They knew the literary world. What was the literary world? The most private place of a literary master is equivalent to the domain world of a cultivator.

Such a place is absolutely private.

No one is open to the public.

Because this is the biggest secret of practitioners.

Once it is opened, it is equivalent to giving away one's own way of practice, state of practice, and the capital to save money.

The literary master in front of them actually directly opened his literary world and invited them in. This openness, this frankness, and this sincerity made them at a loss.

Elder Jia smiled and said: "I am nicknamed San Wu. Do you know which San Wu it is?"

"It doesn't matter if you are free?" Lin Su said.

The elder laughed loudly: "Although it is not quite accurate, the general meaning is similar! When you meet the right person, the old literary world is a welcoming place!"

When you meet the right person, just five words will show your sincerity.

Zhang Yiyu couldn't help but wonder, what if he met the wrong person? Is the literary world a burial ground?

Of course, she would never say this.

Sit down by the firepit, each person has a bowl of farm wine...

The wine is still muddy...

The elder picked up the wine bowl and said, "Do you have something important to come here today?"