Chapter 39: Writing
The noble young man next to Xu Wenqing laughed loudly: "Hahaha, he is just a small demon patrol guard, a vulgar person, even if he can say a few nonsense, how can he appreciate the elegance of poetry?"
"Brother Xu's poetry talent is unrivaled in Wuzhong. How many people dare to comment on it? You'd better not embarrass him."
Yan Xiaowu was so angry that he was breathing heavily: "Jiang Zhou! You have to help me get rid of this anger no matter what! Even if you want to stay in Chuyun Tower every night, it's fine!"
"If I can make this brat shut up, even if you want that courtesan Xue Li to accompany you, I will do it for you even if I have to sacrifice my reputation!"
“…”
And you still say you are not interested in women?
The moment he opens his mouth he starts talking like a pervert.
He even knew who the Oiran was.
Am I, Jiang Zhou, such a person?
Jiang Zhou glanced at Yan Xiaowu.
There's something so wrong with this kid.
Although he is usually very noisy, he would never take the initiative to cause trouble and refuse to give in like he did today.
He even deliberately dragged him into the water many times.
Jiang Zhou didn't doubt that this boy had any bad intentions towards him.
He didn't believe that he was able to get away with the killing of Hong Ni so easily because of luck, and he even less believed that it was because of the Sujing Division's impartiality.
The only reason can only be that Yan Xiaowu has "someone above him".
This "superior" is definitely not limited to the Chief Constable of the Nanzhou Judicial Department, otherwise two top-three demon kings would have been involved, and Wu County would have almost been flooded.
Such a big thing cannot be handled by one chief constable.
But he and Yan Xiaowu, the two direct "culprits", were calm and were not implicated at all.
It’s a little hard to believe when you think about it.
This incident alone is enough to prove that this kid must be from a very complicated background. If he had any intentions towards me, there would be no need for him to go to so much trouble.
Come to think of it, it's not an exaggeration to say that he saved my life.
Never mind. I'll just consider it as returning your favor.
I want to see what you are planning.
Jiang Zhou’s thoughts raced.
Not only this reason, the two words "Xue Li" also moved his heart.
Yan Xiaowu, ah Yan Xiaowu, you dragged me into this, don’t blame me for dragging you into this in the future.
Yan Xiaowu felt a little frightened by Jiang Zhou's gaze.
What's that look in my brother's eyes? Could it be that he saw something?
Jiang Zhou had already withdrawn his gaze, revealing a drunken smile.
"Are you two going to stay here and embarrass yourself? Leave immediately and don't disturb us anymore."
The noble young man waved his hands repeatedly as if he was shooing away flies.
The other students had smiles in their eyes, a hint of pride and a hint of sarcasm.
A mere official, how could he bring disgrace upon Bailu Academy with a few twisted theories?
Some people in the crowd shook their heads and sighed.
What this demon patrol guard just said was also very interesting. He must be a man of some talent, which is very rare.
But if we compare our talent with that of the Wuzhong poet who has already written brilliantly, it would probably be a pipe dream.
However, Li Dongyang stroked his long beard and looked at Jiang Zhou with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Jiang Zhou's eyes moved slightly, and he dragged Yan Xiaowu over and whispered, "You're talking about Chu Yunlou."
Yan Xiaowu's eyes suddenly lit up: "Deal!"
Jiang Zhou immediately let him go and smiled at Xu Wenqing, "I am really not good at poetry, but if you really want to teach me, I will use the masterpiece of one of my senior brothers to teach you."
Xu Wenqing frowned slightly: "Senior Brother?"
Others were also puzzled. How come another senior brother appeared?
Jiang Zhou just smiled and didn't answer.
At the beginning, he and Li Xuance boasted a lot.
Now that things have come to this, he simply wants to take this opportunity to substantiate the boasts he made in the past.
As a disciple of Sanxing Cave in Fangcun Mountain, it is a minimum for him to know everything about heaven and earth, ancient and modern times, and all schools of thought.
Patriarch Bodhi was proficient in both Buddhism and Taoism. Within the Taoism alone, there were 360 side doors.
In the art of magic, people ask immortals for help, ask for divination and use yarrow stalks to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.
The word "liu" includes Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, Mohism, medicine, Yin and Yang, and other schools of thought, the three religions and nine schools of thought, classics, history, reading scriptures, chanting Buddha's name, worshiping the truth and seeing the saints, etc.
The Jing school advocates tranquility and inaction, abstaining from food and fasting, and entering into meditation and seclusion.
The Dong Zi Men (Dong Zi Men) gathers Yin to replenish Yang, climbs the bow and steps on the crossbow, and refines the elixir and burns the cauldron.
And so on and so forth, there are 360 side doors, and each one can lead to positive results.
He, Jiang Zhou, is a disciple of Sanxing Cave, so what?
I can’t write poetry, but I have countless “senior brothers” behind me!
Poet immortals, poet saints, poet Buddhas, poet ghosts, everything is here. Don’t you believe it? I’ll make you believe it!
As Jiang Zhou's thoughts turned, he simply tore off the timid disguise that he had put on in order to survive in this world.
In the eyes of others, they were surprised to find that he seemed to have changed.
It turned out that this previously inconspicuous demon patrol guard was so handsome.
His demeanor is extraordinary and different from that of other people.
There is also a kind of arrogance that seems to regard the world as nothing.
Li Dongyang and Dai Yougong looked at each other, nodded and said secretly: Interesting boy.
"Xiaowu, bring some wine."
Jiang Zhou suddenly stretched out his hand and spread out his palm.
If you dare to drag me into this, you’d better serve me well first.
Yan Xiaowu looked at the hand lying in front of him, and was stunned for a moment before he reacted. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he picked up a pot of wine and a cup, filled them up and put them in his hand.
When the onlookers saw his posture, they all crowded forward and stretched their heads to look at him.
The group of Bailu students were stunned, with doubt and uncertainty in their eyes.
Jiang Zhou came to the edge of the fence, lightly drank a glass of wine, and looked out at the vast blue waves and the golden light.
He took a sip of alcohol and his face turned red.
Someone couldn't stand his attitude and muttered loudly: "Didn't you say that your senior brother wrote the poem? What are you thinking? You make it seem like you want to write the poem yourself."
Jiang Zhou laughed: "I can't help it, there are too many brothers and too many poems, I have to choose carefully."
“……”This is a bit too much boast.
Jiang Zhou turned around and said to Li Dongyang, "Excuse me, elder, is the journey to the Divine Capital difficult and arduous?"
Li Dongyang was stunned, his eyes blinked, and then he smiled noncommittally: "There are Nanshan Mountain blocking the way and the Yellow River blocking the road, so it will naturally be a rough journey."
"As a minister, you must be loyal to your country and do your best even when it is difficult and arduous."
Nanshan is the boundary between the north and south of Daji, stretching over ten thousand miles from east to west.
There is also a big river in this world called the Yellow River, which is many times larger than the Yellow River that Jiang Zhou knows.
When Jiang Zhou saw the fleeting expression on his face, he knew what was going on and stopped asking questions.
He turned around and said to the fat Mr. Chen: "Mr. Chen, you don't mind, do you?"
Mr. Chen smiled until his eyes were drooping: "Of course, of course! Officer Jiang...Mr. Jiang's brilliant remarks just now have shown his extraordinary talent. I am very happy to have you leave your calligraphy in my Yanbo Tower!"
Jiang Zhou smiled slightly, raised his head and drank the wine in the cup, threw the cup to the ground, and stretched out his hand again: "Pen!"
Half of Yan Xiaowu's face twitched. He silently walked over, took a pen, dipped it in ink, and put it in his hand.
Jiang Zhou stood in front of a cylinder, holding a pen in his hand. He pondered for a moment and then began to write.
To everyone's surprise, this demon patrol guard was not what they thought. He only knew a few words and was clumsy in writing.
On the contrary, his pen movements were agile and swift, and a line of words was written in the blink of an eye.
The handwriting is thin and strong, slender but not delicate, but as strong as a knife blade, yet graceful.
Many people were attracted by this line of handwriting.
Li Dongyang, Dai Yougong and others exclaimed in surprise and stared at the line of words on the pillar.
Most people cannot see the mystery of the characters, they just think they are beautiful, exclaim in admiration, and then turn their attention to the poem.
But they are different.
This word... has clearly set a precedent and has the aura of establishing a new school.
At this point, there are already reviews.
