I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"One year spent similar, each year is different!"

Shi Lezhi wanted to show off his own talent, so naturally he had to explain the topic clearly, so he said: "The meaning of the poem title is that the question maker chooses a poem, and asks the answerer to use the meaning of the poem to break the question and recompose the poem. !"

"The most important thing to break the title of a poem is to connect the artistic conception!"

"For example, in Zhang Ruoxu's 'A bright moon rises on the sea, Tianya shares this moment', after many years, Su Poxian formed a wonderful artistic conception and poetry with 'I hope people will live forever, and we will share the beautiful beauty for thousands of miles'!"

"Another example is this poem "The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year". Mr. Yan Shu once wrote a continual work of "The flowers fall helplessly, and the swallows return like deja vu"!"

"I don't demand that the artistic conception be exactly the same, but I just need to start from this artistic conception, whether to repost or expand, to continue writing, or to prove again, it doesn't matter!"

After saying so much, Shi Lezhi smiled at Chen Luo: "Brother Liu, the question of entering the city is not common, if you want to increase your knowledge, it will be a chance."

"Brother Yu is not talented, so I plan to solve this problem. If Brother Liu is interested, he can follow Brother Yu!"

"In the future, it will also be a conversation of talent!"

As Shi Lezhi said, he glanced at the carriage unconsciously, and finally there was a voice in the carriage that surprised Shi Lezhi——

"Little brother, since Mr. Shi wants to show off his literary talents, you should follow along!"

"Study one or two hard, and advance to the realm of poetry as soon as possible!"

Chen Luo was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Lang Feixian who was sitting by the side of the car, Lang Feixian shrugged.

Got it, this old Shi's eyes were dishonest, which made Sixth Senior Sister angry.

This is a death order for myself!

On the other hand, Shi Lezhi was full of enthusiasm, and bowed towards the carriage again: "Miss Liu, don't worry, brother Liu is a real brother at home. This time Xiaosheng breaks the problem and enters the city, he must spare time to tutor brother Liu's poetry and prose skills, and help him advance to the next level!"

Chen Luo sighed.

You can shut up!

Say no more...

"Thank you, Master Shi!" Yun Siyao replied.

Chen Luo didn't know that the dignified Mr. Zhulin Liu would get angry just because others looked at her more. Besides, Shi Lezhi didn't have any excessive words in his words, but he seriously explained Chen Luo's doubts.

It's just that Yun Siyao felt a little depressed when he saw Shi Lezhi's attitude of teaching poetry in front of Chen Luo.

You can say that I can't play chess, but you can't say that my junior brother can't write poetry!

This is taboo!

...

At this time, Shi Lezhi didn't know what he was about to meet, so he rode his horse and walked beside the carriage excitedly, talking to Chen Luo about his experience in writing poetry.

"In today's poetry world, apart from Saint, as far as I can see, only two and a half people can be counted as elite figures."

"Two and a half? Which two and a half?" Chen Luo was also curious and asked.

"Northern King Xin Qiji, Western King Li Qingzhao, these two words have created a new atmosphere, they are two people."

"There is still half!" Shi Lezhi considered his words, "That is the current Marquis of Wu, Chen Luo, Chen Dongliu!"

"Quack? (Why is he half in size?)" Jin Guagua, who was not a big deal when watching the excitement, suddenly jumped out and landed on Chen Luo's shoulder, and asked through voice transmission.

Shi Lezhi was taken aback for a moment, then saw the emerald green frog, and immediately realized that it might be brother Liu's demon pet, and said gently to Chen Luo: "This little frog doesn't look like it has yet transformed, but it can actually transmit sound from its soul." , but the potential is extraordinary!"

As he said that, he took out a red pill from the jade pendant at his waist, handed it to Jin Guagua, and said, "This is Chongxue pill, which is made from three hundred years of blood spirit fruit. Here's a little meeting gift for you!"

Jin Guagua was taken aback: This shit, even a marble would think it was brittle.

However, Jin Guagua is a scene person after all, so he stretched out his hand and spit out a mouthful of water bubbles to wrap the Medicine Pill, which is the next step.

Don't touch it, if you touch it, you won't be clean!

Afterwards, Jin Guagua snapped his fingers, and a golden light flew out from the small bundle behind him. Jin Guagua handed over the Gold Core and said, "Wow!"

"Gah! (It's refined from a thousand-year-old essence leaf, and it's a little gift for you!)"

Saying that, he threw the Gold Core casually, hopped on his hind legs, and jumped back into the carriage.

"Hahaha... This little frog is so cute..." Shi Lezhi laughed, and took the Gold Core casually, "It's so golden, it's decorated with care."

He only thought it was a jelly bean thrown by the little frog, and was joking with himself.

But Shi Lezhi didn't know that in Jin Guagua's eyes, he would rather die than hand over Tangdou.

Shi Lezhi casually threw the Gold Core to Qingmu Chan behind him, and said, "It's cheap for you!" Qingmu Chan swallowed the Gold Core with a long tongue roll, suddenly the frog's eyes widened, and an incredible expression appeared on his face .

Shi Lezhi didn't notice the abnormality of Qingmuchan behind him at all, and still said to Chen Luo: "As for why Wuhou is half, hahahaha..." Shi Lezhi first laughed a few times, and then said, "There is no one, Taijiang gas!"

"I have read all of Wuhou's poems, every word and every word is excellent."

"But I personally think that, after all, I am young and have not been involved in the world deeply, so many things are based on imagination!"

"It is inevitable that the things written have a deliberate feeling, so there is some craftsmanship!"

"If you practice hard for another twenty years, maybe you won't be able to change from half a person to a person!"

"Cough cough cough..." Lang Feixian, who was leaning against the frame of the car, choked on the tea, coughed twice, and said, "It shouldn't be."

"Why not?" Shi Lezhi looked solemn, "You have to pay attention to the charm between the words and the words, and carefully understand the meaning inside, and then you can find the flaws."

"Hey, but I also said that Marquis Wu is considered to be half the elite of the poetry world, and only people with similar ranks can notice this difference!"

Chen Luo sighed.

You are crazy!

Just say me, do you know who you're talking about now?

Li Qinglian's dream pen is the flower that gave birth to flowers!

Lang Feixian nodded in conviction, and looked at Chen Luo: "Little brother, you must ask Mr. Shi for advice!"

"Yes!" Chen Luo responded, and Shi Lezhi waved his hands proudly: "It's what's in it, what's in it!"

...

After a few words, they came to the gate of the city. A demon servant opened the way, and Shi Lezhi quickly walked to the question of entering the city. All the Confucian scholars who knew Shi Lezhi immediately saluted.

"Brother Shi, long time no see!"

"Brother Shi, you are finally here!"

"Brother Shi, don't come here without any problems! Quickly solve the problem and give me a clue!"

When the others heard it, they also recognized Shi Lezhi.

In fact, Shi Lezhi is a well-known Confucian scholar in the Lannan area, and several poems of the Cultivation Base of the Master Realm have been circulated in the Lanmo area.

"It turned out to be Mr. Shi, Xiaowuhou of Lanzhou!" Someone said in surprise, "This time, he is probably the first person to break the problem and enter the city!"

"It's hard to say, the Cui family's question this time is really tricky!"

"Let's see, if it succeeds, we have an idea!"

The voice of everyone's discussion reached Shi Lezhi's ears, which made Shi Lezhi proud again. He glanced at Yun Siyao in the carriage behind him from the corner of his eye, and was a little disappointed to see that there was no response from the other party.

At this time, a familiar student stepped forward and asked, "Brother Shi, these are..." He looked at Chen Luo and the others, and Shi Lezhi hurriedly said, "My friends, come and learn a lot!"

"Oh! That's it." Hearing that it was someone who sneaked in, the student lost interest in making friends, and cupped his hands at Shi Lezhi: "Brother Shi, please make a move first!"

"Then I'll just throw bricks to attract jade!" Shi Lezhi nodded, and then looked at Chen Luo, "Brother Liu, feel with your heart and learn with your heart."

As he said that, Shi Lezhi got off his horse, looked up at the entrance question, and was taken aback suddenly: "Set the question?"

The so-called group questions means that the questions are not one, but at least three groups.

Now what Shi Lezhi sees is a set of entry questions!

The first question: "Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year!"

The second question: "Continuous cutting, the reason is still chaotic, it is the sorrow of parting, don't be the general feeling in my heart."

The third question: "I sing the moon and wander, and my dancing shadows are chaotic. When I am awake, I have sex with each other, and when I am drunk, I will disperse."

"Just now, many Confucian scholars investigated with righteousness, but the old slave was dazzled, and only saw one question, so please punish me!" the demon servant said quickly through voice transmission.

Shi Lezhi frowned slightly. After all, these demon servants of his own were not raised by the big family, and they were still a little lazy, but there was a large audience, so they couldn't say anything, they could only wave their hands to show that they were fine.

"Mr. Shi, if you break one of the three poems, you will be considered a success. I don't know which one you want to choose?" On the gate of the city, an official dressed in Wenchang Pavilion said with a smile, "Whether it is successful or not is up to Li, The two great scholars of the Lu family and Ge Daru of Qingning Academy jointly decided that the Cui family was the one who made the question, so the Cui family's great scholars avoided suspicion and did not attend!"

This is not only for Shi Lezhi, but also for all other Confucian scholars who are trying to solve the problem.

"Understood!" Shi Lezhi nodded, bowed to the three Confucian scholars on the tower, and then said directly, "Students want to challenge the first question!"

"Can!"

In an instant, the other two questions dissipated, and only one poem stayed on the city wall.

"One year spent similar, each year is different!"

Shi Lezhi looked at Chen Luo: "Brother Liu, this poem was written by Master Liu Xiyi in the previous dynasty. It's a pity that Master Liu died young, otherwise our human race will have one more top scholar!"

"Flowers are similar, but people are different. Sigh the vicissitudes of time, things are different!"

"This is my solution!"

After finishing speaking, Shi Lezhi took up a pen and wrote on the city wall——

The peach blossoms are gone and the willows are hanging down,

The surrounding area of ​​Qingshan House under the clouds.

I saw that the hatchet was empty and rusted away,

No one lifts the arrow and returns to the mountain.

The peach blossoms are gone, the willows are silky, and the green hills outside the house are still there. I came to the Orion Courtyard where I was once entertained, but now the hatchets in the yard are rusty, so why haven’t the people who went hunting in the mountains come back yet?

After finishing the poem, one of the three Confucian scholars on the city wall frowned, and the other two nodded slightly.

"Not so good!"

"Literary talent is a little weaker, artistic conception is a little farther away, barely!"

"It's also quick-witted, yes!"

After the words of the three great Confucians fell, the Wenchang Pavilion official shouted loudly: "Shi Lezhi, you have successfully solved the problem!"

After speaking, he looked at Shi Lezhi again: "Master Shi, are you willing to try the second question again?"

Shi Lezhi shook his head slightly: "Articles are made naturally, and you can get them by chance! One poem a day is my rule, so I won't challenge it anymore!"

After finishing speaking, Shi Lezhi looked at Chen Luo and the compartment behind the car with confidence again: "Brother Liu, Miss Liu, Shi Lezhi is lucky to live up to his fate!"

At this time, Yun Siyao said lightly: "Little brother! Master Shi taught you, have you learned it?"

"If you learn it, try it!"

"Don't be afraid of shame!"

Chen Luo looked at Yun Siyao, shrugged slightly, and cupped his hands towards Shi Lezhi: "Brother Shi, don't blame me!"

Shi Lezhi frowned slightly, but quickly figured it out, maybe Brother Liu was worried that his writing was too bad, which would hurt his reputation, so he quickly waved his hand: "It's okay, Brother Liu, go ahead and try!"

"Well, I'll try my best!"

Chen Luo jumped off the carriage and walked towards the city gate.

Seeing Shi Lezhi's success, there were already other students who were ready to move, but at this moment, they all saw Chen Luo walking towards the question, and stopped one by one.

It's impossible to say that the young master has any relationship with Shi Lezhi, it's not impossible for everyone to wait a little longer!

Chen Luo walked under the city wall and raised his head: "I'm not talented, I want to try three consecutive questions!"

As soon as a word came out, there was an uproar!

But the Wenchang Pavilion officials on the city wall were startled when they saw Chen Luo.

"My lord, what do you want to do?"

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It will be delivered at three o'clock today.

The one in the morning was owed yesterday, so I made it up.

Eighty thousand, make up for the little prince!

……………………

I don't think I've seen this kind of gameplay before!

Guess, everyone, which three poems Chen Luo used to connect the beads!

The artistic conception does not have to be exactly the same, it can be suddenly changed, carried forward, and continued.

A couple of digressions:

One year spent similar, each year is different. From Liu Xiyi's "Sorrowful Pulsatilla".

Liu Xiyi was thirty years old when he died. It is said that his uncle Song Zhiwen killed Liu Xiyi in order to snatch these two lines of poems!

Then I changed a few words and published it.

But this matter was exposed, so we know that the author of this poem is Liu Xiyi.

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