I have a fortune book

Chapter 24
After a long time, it was Qi Hua who came back to his senses from the words first, and he admired with red eyes: "Absolutely, absolutely, I seem to have seen my 20 years of regrets, the years are ruthless, and Yiren is not here."

"My lord, what's the name of this word? Is it a new Ci Pai?" Hong Xiu, who had just drawn the full stop and hadn't written the title yet, asked cheerfully.

Looking at the tall and straight Tingshan Mountain, Zhou Bai said sadly: "The water waves below the mountain wash away the sand and rocks rolling down the mountain day after day. The Ci Pai is called Langtaosha, Langtaosha, toast the wine to the east wind."

When he just read this poem, Zhou Bai kept thinking about the story of Tingshan and the stream. The stream was once a big river.

"There are really born poets in the world, no, you should be called Poetry Shuangjue now, just wait for the musicians to compose the music, and all the brothels will compete to sing it." Qi Hua whispered over and over again, looking at Zhou Bai with fiery eyes.

The back of Zhou Bai's neck felt cold, and he couldn't help but took a few steps back, saying: "The show of shame is just a feeling for the mountains and rivers here."

At the same time, looking around the Canglan Pavilion, the others were not much better than Qi Hua, they all admired eagerly, and even had some respect.

In ancient times, there were seven steps to form a poem, and today there are seven steps to form a word. If Langtaosha can be passed down, those who participated in the poetry meeting will also be the facilitators of the story.

"Oh? I didn't expect brother Zhou to understand the landscape of the county." At this time, a native of the county asked rather puzzled.

Zhou Bai's face was as usual, and he recalled: "Well, I have seen the legend of this place from the unofficial history books on the bookstall. I heard that this stream was originally named Canglan River, and it directly leads to the Ningjiang River, the big river in this state. She accompanied Tingshan for several years. Thousands of years ago, I never thought it would look like this now..."

He didn't know if the mountain god in Tingshan was looking at him, so he could only try his best not to make mistakes in his language.

Vance's exchanges and collisions are still going on.

As the sun sets, the two sides of the pavilion are covered with poems, and the pages of text and ink flutter with the breeze, as if they are spreading literary spirit to the mountains.

Originally, the pearl was in the front, and the following poems should be more lively, but whoever said that this pearl was too shining, no matter what poems were made later, everyone felt that it was boring.

Sun Yucheng tried his best to write a good Qilu. If there is any literary spirit, it will definitely be full of redness, but it didn't cause many waves in Canglan Pavilion.

Of course, Qi Hua is fair, relying on his own ability to appreciate poems, he insisted on hanging Sun Yucheng's Qilu poems behind Lang Taosha, ranking second.

Although Qi Hua has been procrastinating since he passed the Tongsheng exam, but Qi Hua's family education is unquestionable.

Father Qi's teachings, and the teachers hired by the family with a lot of money are all celebrities.

There was a splash of birds returning to the forest in the mountains, and the warm setting sun cast a long oblique shadow on the Canglan Pavilion.

Qi Hua stood in the center with his wine glass in hand, and everyone in the pavilion also expected something and stood up one after another.

"There is always a banquet in the world. The Tingshan Poetry Fair is coming to an end. This is a small gift for everyone. Thank you for coming to this venue."

A row of maids presented exquisite wooden boxes to everyone, and no one shirked them, but accepted them tacitly.

When everyone was about to say goodbye and leave, Qi Hua reminded the group of people in the inner circle: "If the owner of the calligraphy in the first row is willing to present a poem to Tingshan, you can stay for a while."

The people in the outer circle left without stopping, and the people in the inner circle shook their heads, as if they had known the inside story for a long time, and they also took off the poem shrine hanging on them and left.

"Let's go, I'll keep this manuscript for myself, I heard it can preserve the literary spirit."

"That's right, it's fine if it's dedicated to the Confucian Temple or the God of the imperial court. I've never heard of the God of Tingshan Mountain."

"Mr. Qi, I'm sorry, but I still can't accept burning my calligraphy..."

All kinds of discussions gradually dissipated with the departure, but there were not many calligraphy treasures hanging on the Canglan Pavilion.

Zhou Bai knew that this was the main event, but his face was full of doubts. He looked around at the crowds going down the mountain, and they wanted to follow suit.

Unexpectedly, Qi Hua quickly ran in front of Zhou Bai, and said eagerly: "Brother Zhou, wait a moment, please be sure to stay here, even if I owe you a favor!"

The Tingshan Poetry Club started two years ago, and Qi Hua always wanted to burn the proceeds of the Poetry Club to Tingshan in the end, but he never asked anyone to burn it. This meeting stopped Zhou Bai, which set a precedent.

"Since Brother Qi has a request, of course I agree, so can I go?" Zhou Bai smiled generously.

Qi Hua looked at the dimness on Mount Wangting, shook his head and said, "Brother Zhou, you'd better wait, there may be unexpected benefits."

At this time, the people who did not leave in the pavilion were Zhou Bai, Qi Hua, and Sun Yucheng.

Sun Yucheng didn't need Qi Hua to speak, he took off the calligraphy and handed it to him first, "Brother Qi worships the gods with writing, of course I can't miss such a lively event."

According to common sense, Sun Yucheng should also leave, and the first draft of the red poems written by the descendants of the Qi family can be presented to the ancestral temple.

But some time ago, he met an old Taoist priest who instructed him to go to Tingshan to find opportunities.

Sun Yucheng recalled that old Taoist nagging appearance, and thought it was a feng shui master who wanted to cling to the Qi family. Who would have thought that the current situation seems to be different, so stay for a while?
And if Qi Hua invites Zhou Bai again, he will not leave.

Qi Hua smiled at Sun Yucheng and said, "Young Master Sun's Qilu poem is full of pen and ink, of course you can keep it, but the poems of these few, the mountain gods probably won't like it."

Zhao Liangji and the others were taken aback for a moment, their faces immediately darkened, and they were immediately ashamed and angry.

However, neither Qi Hua, the captain of Xiaoqi, nor the Qi family, who is behind the county, are not something they can offend, so they can only look at Sun Yucheng silently.

How could Sun Yucheng decide for them, he stepped forward and whispered a few words, which seemed to be comfort and promise.

In the end, there were only the three of them left in the pavilion, and even a group of servants retreated to guard the intersection at the foot of the mountain.

If Mother Qi hadn't warned her, Qi Hua would have driven her home directly.

The worship utensils are very simple, a wooden table with a sandalwood incense burner and a brazier on it.

Zhou Bai sniffed the lingering scent of sandalwood, which was mellow and refreshing.

I don't know what this means, why don't you go online to worship?It's like smoked to them.

Qi Hua put the three pages of poems into the brazier, the hand holding the fire folder was obviously tense, the fire burst out, and the three pages of rice paper were burnt in just a moment.

The ashes were blown into Tingshan Mountain with the cold night wind, Qi Hua was very nervous, the records of his ancestors could not be false, it has been going on for several years.

"No, Qi Hua, you have a problem with this sandalwood?!" Zhou Bai suddenly felt dizzy in his head, as if he had been drugged, and was very sleepy.

However, it was too late when he woke up, and the last scene before he fell asleep was Sun Yucheng collapsed on the steps out of the pavilion.

Zhou Bai thought of Xiaoqingshan Mountain God, unless the ties were too deep, they would mostly meet in dreams.

To dream?

(End of this chapter)