"Okay, since you have to make me look embarrassed, I'll just write whatever I want."...
Lin Yi thought about it for a moment and started writing.
The storm in the world is beyond my generation
As soon as I entered the world, time passed by
Huangtu Hegemony is talking and laughing
Too drunk in life
Lifting the sword and straddling the horse, wielding the ghost rain
Bones are as white as mountain birds flying in fright
The world is like a tide and people are like water
I just sigh that a few people in the world have returned
Lin Yi was a member of the entertainment committee in his previous life and was a good calligrapher.
In terms of calligraphy alone, he is about the same as Jiang Feng. It's not amazing, but it's not bad either.
The key is that this poem does not exist in this era.
Why write this?
I had watched Sister Qingxia star in the martial arts movie "The Invincible East" in my previous life, and I was so impressed.
The movie vividly displays the grandeur and lonely atmosphere of Jianghu.
In the play, this modern poem written by the genius Mr. Huang perfectly fits the main body of the movie.
It can be said that the success of the movie was indispensable to this poem.
When Lin Yi wrote the first sentence, the audience began to wonder.
I thought he would also write a famous poem.
Who knew, it turned out to be an unprecedented poem.
Halfway through the writing, the audience secretly applauded, because they didn't make a sound until it was finished.
They all held their breath and watched him write.
The moment I stop writing, those who have finished reading will have a hearty feeling.
Finally someone couldn't help but praise.
"good!"
"It's such a saying that 'the world's most powerful people come from my own generation, and once they enter the world, time will rush them'!"
"It's so well written, and the first sentence is a masterpiece that will last forever!"
"There are countless good poems about mountains and rivers in the world, but very few about rivers and lakes. There are almost none that write so wonderfully. Boss Lin's poem will definitely go down in history!"
"The world is like a tide and people are like water. I only sigh that a few people return to the rivers and lakes."
Jiang Feng recited the last two sentences as if he was intoxicated, admiring Lin Yi so much that he fell to the ground.
He is both a man of the world and a man of letters, and these two sentences convey all the emotion in his heart.
Walking up to Ji Yi, he bowed and saluted respectfully.
"Boss Lin is very talented, and his poetry skills are not inferior to those of contemporary famous artists. I admire him!"
Ji Yi felt a little embarrassed by such a compliment.
I thought how could I compare with the famous people, I was just a "porter".
"Brother Jiang, thank you for the award. I just had a sudden inspiration and inspired it."
Several women heard the commotion and came over.
They didn't know much about poetry, but when people in the audience praised Lin Yi so much, they knew that his poems were extraordinary.
In my heart, I added a little more admiration.
At this time, the audience began to bid.
"I paid ten taels of silver to buy this poem."
"It's a joke. You only offer ten taels. You are blaspheming Boss Lin's talent. I will offer you fifty taels."
"I'll pay you a hundred taels!"
"Boss Lin's authentic work is worth more than one hundred taels. I will pay three hundred taels."
"I'll pay five hundred taels."
Only when someone asked for five hundred taels did no one continue to ask for more.
This is a middle-aged man who looks like a businessman.
First he took out two gold ingots.
"This is sixty taels of gold and almost five hundred taels of silver. I hope Boss Lin is not too little."
Ji Yi did not take his gold.
Instead, he said: "Since this gentleman really likes it, I'll give it to you."
"Boss Lin is so generous, thank you!"
The man rolled up the poem and put it in his arms, as if he had found a treasure.
Others looked regretful.
Some people clamored for Lin Yi to make another song, but Lin Yi politely refused.
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The middle-aged man is a wealthy businessman who often travels between the Song Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty.
At the same time, he is also a lover of poetry and painting, and has collected works by famous artists from five countries.
Moreover, I also like to show my collection of works.
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"The martial arts world is surging, and heroes are emerging in large numbers."
"This folk is like a crouching tiger, hidden dragon."
"Speaking of which, there is such a strange man. His face looks like Pan An, but he also looks like Li Du (Li Bai, Du Fu). What's even more rare is that this man has a heart of a Bodhisattva and specializes in fighting injustices for the poor..."
Daming Kingdom, Jiangnan, Sioux City.
A lot of people gathered in a certain open square.
On the high platform in the southeast stood an old man with a folding fan and a mustache.
The old man is a storyteller and is well-known in Su Chen. Many dignitaries like to listen to his stories.
While he was telling stories, he was making body movements and occasionally interacting with the audience. The atmosphere was lively.
"Mr. Sun, are you exaggerating?"
"Who is more talented than Li Du, but not well known?"
After hearing this, some viewers started to question.
Immediately, a large group of people started cheering.
"If this person had such talent, he would have become famous all over the world. How could he be unknown?"
"Mr. Sun's storytelling is getting more and more outrageous."
Mr. Sun was unhappy with the questioning from the audience opposite.
With a straight face, he glanced around the crowd and said angrily: "Who said I am exaggerating? I have a rubbing of this person's poems that I would like to read to you."
After hearing this, everyone was a little interested, but still skeptical.
"What kind of poem is comparable to Li Du's? Read it and listen to it."
"No more vulgar language."
Mr. Sun glanced at the rubbings on the desk, looked arrogant, and slowly began to read.
"The world is dominated by my generation"
"As soon as you enter the world, time rushes you"
"The emperor's hegemony is chatting and laughing"
"I can't beat the drunkenness of life."
The storyteller's voice is inherently expressive and expressive, but after Mr. Sun read it out, it became even more heroic.
Before the poem was finished, the audience was all fascinated.
At the back of the crowd, there were two women dressed in white, with exquisite appearance and noble and refined temperament. When they heard this, they were slightly moved and secretly applauded in their hearts.
"Sister, this poem is really well written!"
"Well, this poem is bold, free and uninhibited, and it is an eternal poem!"
"I wonder who did it?"
These two women in white are the two palace masters of the famous Yihua Palace, Yao Yue and Lian Xing. ...
I came to Sioux City today to buy some silks and satins and took a break here.
Originally, they only planned to stop for a while and rush back to Yihua Palace, but they didn't expect to hear such wonderful words.
Yao Yue and Lian Xing practice Ming Yu Gong and are proud of the martial arts world. The Yihua Palace they built is even looked up to by all living beings in the martial arts world.
This kind of cultivation and achievement has already made their vision transcend ordinary people.
Their interests and hobbies are also different from ordinary people in the world, and they pay more attention to spiritual pursuits.
A martial arts secret book appeared somewhere, and a new master showed up... They were not interested in such things at all.
But the poem describing the rivers and lakes just now made their hearts beat.
To be precise, it was the person who composed this poem that moved their hearts.
There are countless literati in the world, but most of them are weak scholars.
It is extremely rare for someone to understand the world as well as the author of this poem.
Even Li Taibai, who "kills a person in ten steps and leaves no trace in a thousand miles", is not a man of the world.
"Sister, I guess this person must be a Jianghu person."
"That's right! His martial arts cultivation level is not low, otherwise he wouldn't have such open-minded views."
The two were discussing in a low voice, and Mr. Sun on the stage asked the audience with an arrogant look, "How is it? Can it be comparable to Li Du?"
When asked, the audience immediately responded.
"What a poem!"
"Majestic and passionate!"
"But it feels a bit shorter. Jianghu not only contains great pride, but also desolation and loneliness."
Such an answer is exactly how Yao Yue feels.
After hearing those few words just now, she felt like she still had something to say.
Traveling in rivers and lakes is heroic, but also lonely.
If all of them are written into poems, they will be considered perfect.
"well said!"
Mr. Sun laughed. He only read half of the poem just to whet his appetite.
The audience's answer was exactly the effect he wanted.
"Why do I compare the author with Li Du? It is precisely because this poem not only contains the heroism of the world, but also the loneliness of the world."
When he said this, the audience became excited.
"It turns out that I haven't finished reading yet."
"Old Suntou is getting better and better at selling things, don't be too excited, keep reading!"
"Read it quickly!"
"Keng!"
Mr. Sun picked up the square piece of wood, knocked it hard on the table, and then started to force himself.
Lifting the sword and straddling the horse, wielding the ghost rain
Bones are as white as mountain birds flying in fright
The world is like a tide and people are like water
I just sigh that a few people in the world have returned
When you read the last word "hui", drag out the ending sound very long.
After finishing reading, he raised his hands and closed his eyes in silence, as if feeling the artistic conception of the poem.
"good!"
"What a 'only sigh of relief for a few people in the world'!"
"Excellent! This poem is truly a masterpiece of the ages. Who wrote it?"
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"Qingfeng Town, Heping Xiheyuan, Boss Lin."
When Mr. Sun reported the origin of the author, the whole square was filled with excitement.
They have long heard about the deeds of Boss Lin of Heping Xiheyuan. There are always people in teahouses and wine shops who use this matter as a topic of conversation.
Mr. Sun has also told the story of Boss Lin several times.
Everyone is familiar with the stories of helping beggars to fight injustice, killing the twelve scum in the world... and so on.
In everyone's mind, Heping Xiheyuan is a magical place, and the owner Lin Yi is a worldly expert.
Now, hearing this amazing poem made them even more curious.
Ji Yi cast a mysterious halo in their hearts.
"Boss Lin is a strange man in the world. I must go and pay him a visit someday."
"I heard that this man is a handsome man who is more beautiful than Pan An Song Yu, and he is not married yet."
"Ah? What kind of woman does it take to be worthy of him?"
"Perhaps only the royal family is a good match for the nine-day fairy."
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"It turns out to be him!"
Yaoyue Lianxing knew the information about Heping Xiheyuan earlier than ordinary people.
A few days ago, the remnant party of the Twelve Stars passed the news of the destruction of the White Tiger Lord, the Black Face Lord and others in the Heping Xiheyuan to the Yihua Palace.
Yao Yueji learned that Jiang Feng and Yue Nu were hiding in Heping Xiheyuan.
She originally planned to rush to Xiheyuan in person and ask Jiang Fengyuenu to question him.
I just have to retreat to practice the eighth level of Mingyu Gong soon, so I don’t have time to go.
"No wonder this person dares to take in Jiang Fengyuenu. He turns out to be an extraordinary person. When I break through to the eighth level of Mingyu Gong, I must go and meet him."
When Yao Yue said this, her eyes suddenly turned cold: "By the way, deal with these two bitches Jiang Feng Yuenu!"
Hearing this, Lian Xing next to him had a look of worry on his face, and felt very uneasy in his heart.
"Hey, it's been so long, and my sister still hasn't given up the resentment in her heart."
"Let's go!"
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