Xianwu Datang: Start with the rich woman

Chapter 23

Immortal cultivation prevailed in the Tang Dynasty, Confucianism and Taoism flourished, freedom and unrestrained, and strict poetry gradually declined.

Especially those who practice truth, write poems in accordance with the spiritual breath, with one heart, and do not strictly follow the rhythm of the poems.

Practitioners, whether they have poetic talent or not, are all Li Bai, and what they write is called a free and unrestrained one.

You can't say it yet, after all, he is really a poet.

Li Bai's so-called poetry fairy is the fairy in poetry.

The so-called poetry immortals by cultivators, the poems written by immortals, are like rainbow farts released by fairies.

Chen Yanjun recited it carefully in his heart, and found that the poem written by Mr. Zhang was a typical one with a single heart, emphasizing images and despising mediocrity.

According to the aesthetics of Chen Yanjun's Qilu in his previous life, this poem is a little unflattering, and there are too many rescues.

But according to the poetic aesthetics of Xianwu Tang Dynasty, Chen Yanjun felt that although this poem was not comparable to Lu You's "You Shanxi Village", it was still not bad.

Liu Juzheng took a sip of tea, sobered up, and shook his head again, feeling that his eyes were getting more confused.

"Liu has little talent and learning, and can only try to understand the general meaning of the poem. The specific merits and demerits must be judged by you."

After throwing out a disclaimer, Liu Juzheng began to explain the poem shaking his head.

"Climbing Bailu Mountain on a Snowy Night, the first sentence, the snow falls on the clear pool and the crucian carp is warm, and the cloud swallows the green trees and frightens the birds."

"Snow falling on the clear pond is like covering the swimming fish with a quilt, which will make people feel a little warm."

"The floating clouds engulfed the mountains and forests, frightened the birds parked on the trees, and made people feel a little chill."

"Liu guessed that the meaning in the poem is that snow can make people feel warm, and clouds can make people feel cold. Maybe cold and warm are just appearances."

"This is when the poet climbed the mountain, he questioned whether the mountain is a mountain at the first level of nourishing qi."

When Chen Yanjun heard it, he thought that Mr. Liu's analysis was too good... Could it be you who wrote it?
Liu Juzheng took a sip of tea and continued to explain the poem:

"The second sentence: The wind hangs and whispers, and the night is quiet, and the shadows confuse the bright lights and the candles are far away."

"Climbing the mountain on a snowy night, the poet clearly hears whispers from the wind, but listens carefully but is extremely quiet; suddenly sees a bright light in front of him, looks carefully, but the light gradually fades away until it disappears..."

"This sentence is written about the practice of meditation. The poet tried to enter the meditation before entering the nightmare illusion, but he couldn't enter it. He couldn't grasp the illusory illusion around him."

Chen Yanjun was shocked.

He is a college student in the Chinese Department, and his reading comprehension is not so slippery...

Liu Juzheng continued:

"Look at the third sentence again. The morning valley is painted in white and the painting is shallow, and the sun is splashing ink and floating smoke in the air."

"The poet trekked on a snowy night until dawn, when he suddenly found that the valley in the morning was covered with snow, like a flat white drawing, which lost its deep original appearance; Hanging like smoke over the valley."

"The general meaning of this sentence is: when it is dawn, the poet has just touched the phantom of the nightmare air, trying to enter the second state of nourishing qi, seeing that the mountain is not a mountain, and everything in front of him has become a painting of line drawing and splashing ink."

When Chen Yanjun heard it, Master Liu didn't force his explanation, there was indeed such a meaning in the poem.

"The fourth sentence, the lonely Hong Fei is tired and has no place to rest, and the mountain is full of frost and does not know how to return."

As he said that, Liu Juxuan's eyes became moist.

"A lone goose strayed into the snow-capped mountains, tired of flying, and had nowhere to settle; in a blink of an eye, his head was all gray, but he was lost deep in the mountains for an unknown number of years."

"In the fourth sentence, the poet did not write about the specific nightmare illusion, but wrote that after experiencing the nightmare illusion, he suddenly discovered..."

Having said that, he glanced at Mrs. Zhang, and suddenly changed the topic.

"Cultivation must be tireless, and you must not give up lightly. Only when your hair is full of gray hair will you be rewarded."

When Chen Yanjun heard it, who are you fooling!
It should be that after experiencing the nightmare illusion, the poet suddenly discovered that the reality he experienced was the greatest nightmare illusion!

At this point, Chen Yanjun was sure that this poem could not be written by Mr. Zhang, but Liu Juzheng was the author of this poem... Probably he had prepared many poems with various themes in advance, and he happened to bet on one of them.

Obviously, Liu Juzheng has not yet entered the third stage of the technique of nourishing qi, and he is struggling to find the third stage... that's why he feels that Gu Hongfei is tired and has nowhere to go.

After reading it, a sense of sadness welled up in my heart.

Poetry is good poetry, but it is a pity that the realm of nourishing qi is not high.

Liu Juzheng was calm, and gradually regained his spirit in a trance.

"Well, this poem is not bad. It expresses the poet's will to practice tirelessly and search up and down."

Chen Yanjun thought, this is not the meaning at all, is this treating everyone as fools?
Liu Juzheng put down his poem, picked up another poem, pretended to read it seriously.

"Let's look at another one."

"Visiting Shanxi Village... The title of the poem is mountaineering, but the poem is about traveling to the mountain village. It's a bit frivolous, but it doesn't matter, as long as there is something to gain from the mountain."

"The first sentence, Mo Xiao Farm's Lajiu is pure, and there are enough chickens and pigs to keep customers in good years."

After reading, Liu Juzheng frowned slightly, unexpectedly feeling a sense of simplicity rushing towards his face.

Everyone also thinks this poem is too saliva...

Even Princess Ping'an Li Chan laughed loudly and said:
"Haha, you don't need to explain the first sentence Mr. Liu, even I can understand it."

Liu Juzheng said awkwardly:
"Actually... Simplicity is not a shortcoming, let's take a look at the cultivation insights written later."

"Mountains heavy with water..."

In an instant, Liu Juzheng was in shock.

The hand and the paper trembled slightly, the red light on his face slowly solidified, his face was open, for some reason, tears came out of his eyes, Xu Xu chanted:
"Mountain darkly, vista."

His voice became smaller and smaller until he became hoarse.

Everyone in the front hall followed in silence.

Just one sentence...

Rise tall buildings from the ground!
In this era, all those who have practiced, those who are tortured by bottlenecks, and those who have no choice but to accept reality can best understand the power of this sentence.

The previous poem was about the perception of chasing the nightmare and illusion, until finally getting tired and wanting to escape... After escaping, I found that life is also a nightmare and illusion.

However, the pattern of this poem is much broader, and the poet has directly broken through to the third realm during the trek!

Could it be that I have been practicing for so many years and have been walking on a wrong road?

Liu Juzheng had tears in his eyes, and his expression was extremely complicated.

Mrs. Zhang noticed something strange and reminded:

"Master Liu, please explain the poem carefully, and don't put too much personal feelings into it, so as not to lose justice."

Liu Juzheng said numbly:
"The meaning of this poem is that the poet had good luck during his practice, and he got amazing gains by mistake."

Chen Yanjun was convinced, it was really a matter of black and white, no wonder a certain Qianqian almost sneaked into the Writers Association.

Liu Juzheng regained his composure and continued to read.

"The third sentence, Xiaogu follows the Spring Society, and the clothes are simple and ancient...all are some agricultural scenery."

"The poet seems to be looking for a hermit who hides in the common world, just like the senior Han Ping who wrote the commentary on nourishing Qi, every move is practice."

"The fourth sentence, from now on, if you are free to ride the moon, you will knock on the door all the time and night with your sword."

"The poet has learned something, and when he is free in the future, he will visit at night with a sword."

"The key point of this poem is that leaning on a sword instead of controlling a sword shows that the poet, like Senior Han Ping, has entered the third stage of nourishing qi, and leaning on a sword is also a way of controlling a sword and a way of practice..."

After reading, Liu Juzheng suddenly opened his eyes, staring at Chen Yanjun, his eyes seemed to be asking——

You entered the third realm?

Chen Yanjun nodded slightly.

Mrs. Zhang felt that something was wrong with Liu Juzheng, so she hurriedly urged:
"Master Liu, please judge me."

In Liu Juzheng's view, Chen Gongzi's poem is not only a transcendent realm of practice, but also has an even better literary talent.

Neat and natural, completely simple.

Really good poetry doesn't need to be deciphered at all.

This is the difference between craftsman spirit and master spirit.

Mountaineering must be climbing to the top...

This Mr. Chen is not climbing to a high mountain, but to a high-ranking person.

Could it be that those legends about Li Taibai, Du Shaoling, Sun Simiao... and other sages who hid in the mountains and rivers, advanced into Wuju, and almost became immortals are true?
Liu Juzheng turned a deaf ear to Mrs. Zhang's words as if he was a different person, and only asked calmly:
"I have a question that I want to ask Mr. Chen."

Chen Yanjun nodded and said:

"Master Liu, please ask."

Liu Juzheng cut straight to the point and asked directly:

"May I ask how did you enter the third realm?"

The audience was amazed.

He stared at Chen Yanjun, speechless.

Mr. Chen, a mortal, can enter the third realm of nourishing qi in advance?

Could this be the reason why he was able to knock down Mr. Zhang with one punch?
Chen Yanjun did not hide his secrets, and said calmly:

"Facing the hallucinations of nightmare air, turn over the mountain."

Liu Juzheng's eyes moved slightly, and suddenly he burst out laughing.

"Hahaha!"

There were tears and laughter in his eyes.

The laughter suddenly became high-pitched, and in a blink of an eye, the short figure became towering like a mountain.

He seems to have seen the light that he was chasing that night, which was the scenery that can only be seen by crossing the nightmare illusion.

"The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and there is another village, hahahaha!"

Seeing that Liu Juzheng was about to lose control, Mrs. Zhang hurriedly threatened:

"Master Liu, please judge the poem quickly!"

"Sentence a bird!"

Liu Juzheng turned back with one sentence.

"There is a clear air in the world!"

Chen Yanjun was stunned and remained silent, vaguely feeling that he might have gotten into trouble...

Mrs. Zhang's face was as black as ink, and her eyes were extremely cold like a vulture's, staring straight at Liu Juzheng.

"Liu Juzheng, are you crazy?"

Liu Juzheng raised the pot to drink heavily, his black hair instantly turned as white as frost and scattered in all directions.

The red and greasy face also became wrinkled, like an old man.

However, his spine is as straight as a mountain, and he has a noble spirit.

In the eyes surrounded by wrinkles, they are as bright as stars, and there is no more sorrow.

Suddenly he raised his head and smiled, and strode out.

"Please also tell Eunuch Qiu, Liu, to resign today and return home!"

(End of this chapter)