Chapter 18

The core rule of poetry is the use of tones.

As long as this point remains unchanged, even in a different world, the poems of Xu Qian's nine-year compulsory education will still be useful.

Xu new year looked at him and raised his chin: "there is a bird in the sky and a worm on the ground. The birds come down and the insects come back

"Poof..." Xu Lingyue covered her mouth and chuckled. But Xu Qian glared hard, then his face was slightly red and he lowered his head.

It's too poisonous. I really want to hit him. This is a poem written by the original owner when he was ten years old. It was his aunt's father, the scholar's grandfather, who enlightened the three brothers and sisters of the Xu family.

Once upon a time, the grandfather of a scholar took an examination of their poetry, so this uncanny poem came into being.

The aunt sneered, "Ningyan, it's not that the aunt doesn't look down on you. The old Xu family has a new year's seed of reading. Your uncle and nephew's words are just like crawling. "

"I can't write well. I still write poems." Aunt curled her mouth and rolled her eyes.

The second uncle was embarrassed and coughed: "let's not get involved in the affairs of the scholars. Today, we'll take a rest. Are we two in the courtyard?"

The implication is that you don't join in the fun. If you don't understand the scholar's business, you will lose face and make Laozi ridiculed by his daughter-in-law.

"It's a thousand miles away." Xu Qi an light way.

My aunt rolled her eyes and lowered her head to eat porridge.

Xu Er Shu wiped the oil stains on the corners of her mouth.

However, Xu Xinnian frowned. He could not hear a single sentence, but it was surprising that Xu Qian could write such a neat seven character quatrain.

"The north wind blows, and the geese are snowing."

Xu new year Leng for a while, in the mind, the picture feeling arises spontaneously.

Xu Lingyue raised her head and looked at her cousin in surprise.

Xu Qi'an bowed his head to eat porridge and stopped talking.

"What about the back? What about the back? " Xu Xinnian asked urgently. It was like listening to Mr. Shu telling a story in a teahouse. Speaking of the wonderful place, suddenly a startling: how to predict the future, please listen to the next analysis.

Let people want to hit people.

"I can't write poetry." Xu Qi'an took a light look at his aunt. He just thought that she was very dignified and beautiful today. There was absolutely no hint that she would apologize.

The aunt widened her eyes, turned her head and asked her son, "is this poem very good?"

Xu Lingyue said softly, "it's very artistic!"

Her reading is limited, but she can also recognize that the first two sentences are excellent seven words.

Xu Qizhi blinked at his son with a surprised attitude.

"Don't worry if you have no confidant in the way ahead, no one in the world knows you!" Xu Qi'an chews fried dough sticks and throws out the following two sentences.

Patta... The chopsticks in Xu Erlang's hand fell on the table.

"Don't worry about the future without a confidant. No one in the world knows you..." he muttered to himself, immersed in the artistic conception.

Xu Lingyue's delicate body trembled and goose bumps appeared on the back of her hand.

Xu Pingzhi grinned: "son of a bitch, how can I feel creepy?"

The aunt was not convinced, but she agreed with her husband.

The power of poetry lies in this. It is a kind of spiritual shock. Even if people who can't write poetry don't understand the rules of tonality, they will still feel numb when they read the famous works handed down from generation to generation.

This kind of feeling, when Xu Qi'an was studying, he was often shocked by the famous works handed down from generation to generation in Chinese textbooks.

"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and bright day, the north wind blowing wild geese and snow one after another, don't worry about the road ahead without confidants, who in the world doesn't know you."

Xu can't help but stand up in the new year, with two flushes on his face, which makes him look more... Charming.

It's such a wonderful work!

Although he is not good at poetry, as a scholar, who does not yearn for a hundred poems about wine fighting, when he hears good poems, he can't help but sing and be enthusiastic.

"When do you... Write poetry?" Xu Xinnian's eyes are fixed on Xu Qi'an. His eyes are bright, shocking and confused.

"When did I say I couldn't write poetry?" Xu Qi'an said with a smile: "can the poems written during the enlightenment represent the present? I've always been quite poetic, but I just don't show it. "

"It turns out that Ningyan is the seed of our Xu family's reading." Uncle Xu was so happy that he said with a smile, "I knew I had let you study at the beginning, so I would leave the old school and practice martial arts."

My aunt refused and opened her mouth, but she couldn't say a strong retort.

No, in that case, I won't be able to write, and the second martial arts won't be... Xu Qi'an knows that the original owner is a scum of learning, and reading is a waste of time. It's better to drop out and move bricks on the construction site.

Xu new year is not the material to practice martial arts. Do you expect a little cream iron? Exercise your body?

"But ah, it's a poem written by Ning Yan. If you've heard of it, you can't take it as your own. It's not done by scholars." Xu said."New Year's day," he said? He turned to Xu Qi'an and said, "if I borrow this poem, I will explain that you are the one who wrote it."

I'm the one who killed me. Xu Qi'an nodded slightly: "go ahead, take it and pretend to be a saint in front of people."

Of course, it's a matter of showing the saints in front of the readers.

This poem was originally intended to be sent to Xu Xinnian to make friends. He didn't care much about who the signature was.

He is not a Confucianist. Poetry has little effect on him, which is why he didn't use poetry to show his holiness in a month.

The environment doesn't allow it.

It's better to stay with a group of captors dancing swords and guns all day and sing poems to them than to teach them to sing horse pole.

"What's the name of the poem?" Asked Xu Xinnian.

I forgot. Xu Qian's face froze. "This poem comes from my feelings. There is no name. You can make do with it."

...

after breakfast, Xu Xinnian takes his father's horse from the backyard and leaves in a hurry. When they arrived in the yard, they exchanged views.

"It's true that the skill has improved again. If you want to go further, you have to step into the realm of practicing Qi, but Qi needs the interaction between heaven and earth to be born." Xu Er Shu took the handkerchief from the servant and wiped his cheek: "in addition to the medicine bath, there must be a master of alchemy to open the door of heaven for you. Otherwise, you will not be able to step into the realm of practicing Qi all your life. "

Alchemy is the seven products of Wufu's way.

"Second uncle, what do you want to say?" Xu Qi'an wiped his sweat.

"I went from life to death in the battle of mountains and seas, and only in this way did I accumulate combat merit and get the experts in the army to open the gate of heaven for me and step into the realm of practicing Qi." Xu Ershu sighed: "the second year after going home, there will be a new year."

"The world is still peaceful now. You don't even have the chance to accumulate war achievements. How can you practice Qi? If you don't practice Qi, won't you have a family? "

"Ningyan, my second uncle is old. My only wish is to see you marry and have children. I can live up to your dead father."

"Let's go and see." Xu Qian said perfunctorily.

In addition to accumulating credit, there is another way to get promoted, which is to spend money.

Prescriptions and experts can be solved with silver.

Chivalry is forbidden by martial arts, so the imperial court strictly controls the number of Wufu. It is clearly stipulated that the master of alchemy should not open the gate of heaven for anyone in private. If he wants to open the gate of heaven for his family, he needs to report to the government.

However, today's Dafeng bureaucratic atmosphere is extremely bad, corrupt officials are rampant, and the authority of the imperial court is weakening day by day. Even if they dare not defy the law openly, there are still many alchemy masters who will look for trading partners in the black market.

Xu Qian's effort to make money is to save money instead of merit.

Otherwise, I'm stuck in the refining realm all the time. What's the use of this iron bar?

Aunt led a pair of daughters to come, standing under the eaves of the corridor, shouting: "master, warm day, you take Ling Yin and Ling Yue to go out for a walk."

Xu Er Shu frowned: "I have something to do."

"Don't you rest today?"

"I've made an appointment with my colleague for a drink, and I'm leaving soon. Otherwise, let Ning Yan take them out to play. "

Scholarly girls are usually raised in the boudoir and can't go shopping at will.

The Xu family is a family of military generals. They don't have so many strict family education.

Xu Qi'an looked back, just ran into the clear and bright eyes of the girl in February and August. The girl whose face was more blue than blue pursed her mouth, a little shy and bowed her head.

"It happens that I have nothing to do." Xu Qi'an nodded.

In retrospect, I took my 16-year-old sister to go shopping in my last life. It was still the golden age of 18. Of course, my sister at that time could not be compared with Xu Lingyue.

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