I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Oh, that young master looks very smart, how can you say such a stupid thing?" Liu Mengrui stomped her feet, "Isn't this just trying to put something on someone's mouth? Die Fei, don't you think so?"

Cheng Diefei was stunned when he heard the words: "Ah? What did you say?"

"What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?" Liu Mengrui reached out and touched Cheng Diefei's forehead, "Why did you lose your mind all of a sudden?"

Cheng Diefei shook his head: "I'm fine. I'm just curious, who is that son? How could he have the status of a professor in eight academies? I've never heard of it."

Only now did Liu Mengrui realize the problem, and she also looked puzzled: "Yes, I've never heard of it. By the way, why did he get mixed up with my father?"

Cheng Diefei walked to the bed, glanced at Chen Luo secretly, and a bold thought came to her mind: Could it be that he is...

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When Qian Erkang and the others heard Chen Luo's words, their hearts relaxed. They looked at each other and could see the joy in each other's eyes. Qian Erkang arched his cupped hands again, and said: "Students are ignorant and ignorant, and the songs they know are all vulgar, even a few famous songs sung by Master Luo..."

Qian Erkang looked at Luo Hongnu on the stage, and found that Luo Hongnu was looking at Chen Luo with a pair of beautiful eyes, completely ignoring him. He was angry for no reason, and said, "In my opinion, it's just a Chinese A work of peace."

"Since Mr. thinks that there are elegant tunes, why not open the eyes of the students and let us understand, what can be called elegant? If Mr. opens up the way of elegant tunes, the distinction between lyrics and music can be eliminated, and Mr. should also be a role model for our generation .”

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"This Qian Erkang, you can't say anything on the stage!" Cheng Diefei said angrily, "What he said is forcing that... young master into a difficult situation, really hateful!"

Liu Mengrui folded her hands on her chest, also showing embarrassment: "It's his own fault for saying something wrong just now. How can Yaqu be so easy to compose? My father wanted to compose a few Yaqu several times, but every time he writes, he can't escape the lyrics. Daddy said that this is a stereotype, the more proficient in literary talent, the harder it is to jump out. But if there is no literary talent, how can you write Qu Zhiya?"

"Mengrui! Otherwise, let's make a move and run away!" Cheng Diefei said suddenly.

"Ah?" Liu Mengrui froze for a moment, "Now?"

Just as Cheng Diefei was about to nod her head, she heard Chen Luo say in the private room, "Sure!"

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"Brother, you..." Liu Jingzhuang looked at Chen Luo with some concern. Chen Luo has now become famous with "Du Shiniang" and "Smiling Proud Rivers and Lakes". Some anxious. Chen Luo gave a reassuring expression, stretched his legs, and jumped out from the window sill of the private room. With a loud "bang", he landed directly in front of Qian Erkang.

With the blessing of the Great Perfection of the Meridian Realm, although Chen Luo's leap was not as elegant as when he cast a spell, it was thunderous and imposing, and Qian Erkang couldn't help but take a step back.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Chen Luo patted the clothes on his body, and said lightly: "Don't be nervous, we are all gentlemen. Don't you want to listen to elegant music? What topic do you want to hear?"

Hearing Chen Luo's words, the people around were gasping again. Hearing what this young man meant, he had not already prepared the elegant song, but asked Qian Erkang and others to designate the topic. compose?

This... is too big.

It is not without reason that the song has been called a vulgar song so far, but it has not been able to take off the vulgar hat.

Chen Luo didn't panic at all. He was influenced by his grandmother in his previous life. In addition to Tang poetry and Song Ci, he also dabbled in Yuan opera. There were only a few literati who wrote questions, and he could always find a corresponding one.

Since you want to kill, then kill crazy.

"This...that's what you said!" Seeing Chen Luo's indifferent expression, Qian Erkang became more and more angry, rolled his eyes, and was about to write a question, when a blue light flashed in front of his eyes, and Liu Jingzhuang stood on the second floor. among people.

"Liu Daru, what do you want to tell me?" Qian Erkang seemed to ask, but he cut off the possibility of Liu Jingzhuang's intervention. Liu Jingzhuang glanced at Qian Erkang in disgust, and said, "Don't be impatient. I would like to be upright and comment on the new song that my Chen Xiandi is going to make, so as not to be misinterpreted. Is there a problem?"

Without waiting for Qian Erkang's answer, the guests around clapped their hands and shouted: "It's just right, the ci sage commented on the music, a wonderful thing in the literary world!"

Seeing such a reaction, Qian Erkang and the others stopped talking and raised their cupped hands, which is considered to have recognized Liu Jingzhuang's Zhongzheng status.

Qian Erkang said: "Don't make things difficult for Mr. It's late autumn. Since ancient times, there are so many autumn poems, so it must be easy to write. Mister, let's use autumn as the theme and compose an elegant song."

Chen Luo glanced at Qian Erkang, writing autumn?

If I take out the "withered vine, old tree, faint crow" who is known as the ancestor of Qiusi, I will be bullying you!

Chen Luo cleared his throat, "Qiu, right? Listen up!"

"In a lonely village, the sun is setting and the clouds are glowing, the smoke is light, the old trees are jackdaws."

"Under the shadow of Feihong."

"Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers!"

After a song is finished, the whole room is silent.

"Mr. Liu, please comment..." A guest reminded Liu Jingzhuang, who was in deep thought, and Liu Jingzhuang suddenly came back to his senses.

"Wonderful!" Liu Jingzhuang sighed, "I have never seen such a wonderful song."

"In just twenty-eight words, it is a stroke of magic to describe such a vivid picture of autumn scenery!"

"When the ancients wrote about autumn, it was often lonely and bleak, and the opening of this song is also the same. The lonely village, the setting sun, the lingering clouds, the light smoke, the old trees, and the jackdaws, all six scenes are full of a sense of bleakness."

"Then there is a little Feihong under the shadow. The Feihong is the autumn goose. There is only one point, which shows its loneliness. But it is this point that makes the whole picture turn from static, and the whole autumn scene seems to come rushing toward us."

"The most wonderful thing is the ending sentence, green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers."

"There is a distant view, it is mountains, it is water; there is a close view, it is grass, leaves, and flowers. Far and near are mixed."

"With blue, green, white, red, and yellow embellishments, the previous lonely autumn scene is instantly lively and vivid. It turns out that the autumn scene is also so colorful, adding vitality to the chill of autumn, and sweeping away the clichés of the predecessors who are sad to the end. !"

"Ya Qu, this is Ya Qu! If this is not Ya Qu, how dare ninety percent of the words be called Ya Ci!"

When Liu Jingzhuang commented on the excitement, he directly picked up a wine jug from the table, and poured a few mouthfuls of fine wine into his mouth, looking very happy!

After hearing Liu Jingzhuang's comments, everyone was reminiscing about the song, understood the beauty of it, and continued to recite it in their mouths, becoming more and more excited.

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"Wow, this young master is so powerful!" Liu Mengrui said happily, "Dieyi, don't you think so?"

At this time, Cheng Dieyi looked at the young man with a smile on the corner of his mouth below, and said firmly in his heart: It must be him! It must be him!

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On the other hand, Qian Erkang's face was like the bottom of a pot, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he still couldn't jump out of this song. It's just that he was active in his mind, and with a change of mind, he stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "Mr. Gaocai, a picture of autumn scenery will open the students' eyes!"

"Students have the courage to ask Mr. to make another song, so that students can face up to the elegance of the song."

"Despicable!" There were a lot of whispered reprimands in private, and Qian Erkang's face remained unchanged. He couldn't withdraw at this time. If he did, the contacts he had worked hard at Fuci Club would be gone.

Luo Hongnu on the stage finally turned his gaze to Qian Erkang, but he was full of disgust.

"Student, you are a natural writer, and you are a master..." Liu Jingzhuang naturally knew Qian Erkang's plan, and it was nothing more than to show that this song was an isolated case, and the song still could not be elegant.

"It's okay, Liu Dage!" Chen Luo waved his hand, pressed Liu Jingzhuang's maintenance intentions, and looked at Qian Erkang with a light smile: "Tell me, what else do you want to ask?"

"Since we are in the Acacia Tower, we must use Acacia as the topic!" Qian Erkang seemed to have thought of the topic.

"Lovesickness? No problem." Chen Luo nodded, and was about to speak when Qian Erkang said, "Wait a minute!"

"what happened again?"

Qian Erkang bowed respectfully: "A few days ago, Mr. Wan Anbo Chen, who was admired by the students, once wrote "Ode to Bamboo and Gift Soldiers to the Wanren City" in the court hall. Countless of my Confucian scholars will I threw my pen into the army and went to the frontier. Why don't you compose a song, telling you about parting and lovesickness, and making peace with Mr. Chen, wouldn't it be beautiful?"

Chen Luo was taken aback, I agree with myself?

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"Shameless!" Liu Mengrui gritted her teeth angrily, "Lovesickness is only possible when two places are separated. This is a farewell and lovesickness. Let alone a song, even poetry is difficult to compose. Not to mention the song by Wan Anbo Poetry and harmony, this clearly makes things difficult for others!"

Cheng Dieyi looked at the young master with a calm face, and said softly, "He can do it!"

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At this time, everyone also understood Qian Erkang's intention to make things difficult. All the high-rollers clenched their fists, and the upper and lower oirans glared. Just as the atmosphere was tense, Chen Luo's voice sounded again.

"Oh, farewell, lovesickness, do you want it? No problem."

"Listen up—"

"Since I am seeing you off, my heart is hard to let go. How long will it last for a little lovesickness?"

"Blow the flowers and snow with the sleeves."

"The stream is slanted, the mountain is covered, and people go!"

Chen Luo looked at Qian Erkang with a gentle face: "Are you satisfied?"