I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

Hua Feihe's eyes flickered coldly, and he said in a low voice, "Don't argue with him for now, restrain yourself a bit first, don't lose the face of our Shangyang city!"

The man shivered for a moment, nodded, and dared not speak any more.

Chu He glanced at them, as long as he wasn't looking for trouble, he didn't bother to bother.

The rest of the journey was uneventful.

It's just that those merchants and other occupations who take the boat, seem to be deliberate.

They discussed "Water Margin" in the cabin one after another, and sometimes they even slapped their thighs and shouted when they talked about the wonderful things.

Except for Chu He and the Confucian scholars in Shangyang City, almost everyone on board had a copy of "Water Margin".

The people in Shangyang City knew that these people did it on purpose, but they didn't dare to say anything.

After all, there are many people in the family, even if I am a Confucian scholar with a high status, I can't find fault for no reason.

They can only endure.

Everyone was discussing with their mouths dry, and their mouths started to smoke a little.

But this writing is really wonderful, with ups and downs, and every character is lifelike, as if they are about to come alive.

"Master Bai, would you like to read this book? Although it is a miscellaneous book, it is very exciting."

The big man who spoke during the day walked over with a smile, as if he was familiar with himself, talking about "Water Margin" in his hand.

In his opinion, Chu He is much easier to get along with than those Confucian scholars, neither arrogant nor impetuous, making people feel like a spring breeze.

But after he opened his mouth, he regretted it. He is a serious Confucian scholar, so how could he read such miscellaneous books.

Chu He smiled and said, "I've read this book, it's really good, and the author is very careful."

The big man didn't expect Chu He to answer him, scratched his head and said with a smirk: "Unexpectedly, a Confucian scholar like you would read this kind of book, I thought you didn't read it."

"In the way of Confucianism, where are the poems and songs, miscellaneous books and the like, as long as they are good books, you can read them." Chu He laughed.

Hearing this, the big man praised: "Master Bai, your opinion is really different from ordinary people."

The two had an exchange, and the big man insisted on pulling Chu He to discuss the plot of the book together.

Chu He didn't refuse, and joined in.

He also knew that this big man was called Fan Yi, and that this man was actually a knight-errant, and a martial artist of the eighth-rank Stone Cracking Realm.

Fortunately, that Hua Feihe didn't provoke this one just now, otherwise the Ninth Grade Studying School really wouldn't be this opponent.

Seeing that he was hanging out with a lowly person, Hua Feihe couldn't help but snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disdain.

It's ridiculous for a dignified Confucianism cultivator to deal with low-level people, it's embarrassing for Confucianism cultivators.

No matter what he thinks about Chu He, he won't care, because at this time Chu He has become one with those people.

There was a lot of discussion, and Hua Feihe and the others became irritated when they heard it, turned around and entered the cabin.

And these people also graciously invited Chu He to have a meal, all kinds of wine and meat are full.

They ate until the sunset, and the banquet ended, but on the deck, everyone was still admiring the surrounding scenery.

Chu He raised the wine gourd in his hand and took a sip. The beautiful scenery on a good day and the good wine are really good.

No wonder those poets in previous lives liked to recite poems and make love while riding a boat.

One-third of the best works are written on board, and there must be a reason.

He drank wine, looked at the moon, and quietly looked at the towering green hills on both sides. Even without the lights on the boat, he could clearly see the sparkling flowing water below.

At this moment, there was a loud noise in the cabin.

It turned out that those students from Shangyang City came out again during the day.

All of them were happy, looking at the beautiful scenery around them with joy in their eyes.

The people who drank together during the day frowned slightly, and they were very unwelcome to the arrival of these people.

But there is no way, they are all by boat, and the other party is a Confucian student, and they can't stop them from enjoying the scenery, but such a good atmosphere is destroyed.

"Master Bai, these annoying guys are here again." Fan Yi whispered in Chu He's ear.

At this time Chu He was already drunk, he leaned on the railing and waved his hands.

"It's okay, there is a beautiful day and beautiful wine in our arms, let's just care about our own comfort."

Fan Yi was moved when he heard the words, this man was indeed a great talent, he even felt that the White Dragon and White Master next to him would definitely become a great Confucianist in the future.

The students in Shangyang City all spoke, and when they opened their mouths, everyone knew.

It turned out that they planned to write poems and lyrics on this beautiful day.

This surprised everyone.

After all, this is a world where Confucianism is respected, and poetry is still the mainstream of everyone.

During the day, the provocative young man immediately recited a seven character quatrain.

Although some rhetoric was cobbled together, and it was extremely far-fetched, it also attracted applause from everyone.

He glanced at Chu He triumphantly, and said with a smile, "When it comes to writing poetry, who can compare to Brother Hua Feihe."

The rest of the students also joined in.

"That's right, Senior Brother Hua is the number one talented person in our Shangyang City. He is well-educated, and writing poetry is naturally easy."

"Why don't we ask Brother Hua to recite a poem, it's a good omen for us to go to the youth poetry meeting!"

"This proposal is good!"

Everyone agreed, which also attracted the attention of the rest of the deck.

They also want to see how the poems recited by the number one genius in Shangyang City are.

"Master Bai, Hua Feihe is going to recite a poem, do you want to get up and listen?" Fan Yi whispered.

Chu He's eyes were already drunk and hazy, as if flying through the clouds, the sky was spinning.

He waved his hand and said: "I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen, what's so good about poetry, I'll be drunk for a while."

Fan Yi had no choice but to stay by Chu He's side, for fear that he would turn over while drunk and fall into the rushing river.

Surrounded by everyone, Hua Feihe also stood on the deck, blowing the wind, his hair fluttering, and the folding fan in his hand slowly fanning the wind.

"Senior Brother Hua is so handsome!"

"That's right, Brother Hua is not only talented, but also handsome!"

It also attracted admiration from everyone, even if the rest of the people were reluctant, they had to admit this fact.

After contemplating for a while, Hua Feihe spoke: "Chaoci Dongyang between the clouds and water, the green hills on both sides of the river are waiting for you. The river is full of moonlight at night, and the boat flows westward."

"Good poetry! Good poetry!"

"That's right, as expected of Senior Brother Hua, he can compose a beautiful sentence in just a short while, and he has the talent of a great Confucian!"

There was a lot of praise for a while, most of them were those Confucian scholars who spoke, but everyone on the boat had to admit that this poem sounded good.

After all, they don't understand, so they can only say that it sounds good.

"Hehe, Brother Hua has real talent and learning, unlike some people who show off their appearances but lose all the face of Confucian scholars!"

It was the person who found fault in the daytime again, the meaning in his words was obvious, he was still mocking Chu He.

Upon hearing this, Fan Yi couldn't sit still, his eyes were burning with anger.

Because he has already regarded Chu He as a friend, and absolutely does not allow others to insult him.

He was about to get up to teach the young man a lesson, but the drunk Chu He suddenly turned over, which startled him.

Surprised, he hurried to grab Chu He.

However, Chu He was lying flat on the deck, squinting his eyes, picking up the wine gourd and raising it high.

The wine turned into a transparent silk thread and dripped into his mouth. He stood up suddenly, staggering, his body smelled of alcohol but added a bit of talent.

"Brother Fan, why don't you write a poem about the beauty of the day?"