Lord of Earth Fiend

Chapter 165 Good Words for Lantern Festival
As night fell, Jiangzhou City was full of fire, trees and silver flowers, and the sky was full of traffic, which was very lively.

Chen Jin took Xiaoqian to the street and started wandering.

Unknowingly, I have been in Jiangzhou for more than half a year. The main living area is on the side of Confucian Temple Street. During this period, except for a trip to Chunhua Xingyu Building, other times I just go to see flowers. Many places in the center of Fucheng have never have been.

Tonight is a good opportunity to take a good walk to see Jiangzhou.

If you don't look at one state, how can you look at the world?
Going out for a trip, killing and venting your thoughts, combined with "The Method of Burning Paper with Mind Thoughts" and a steady stream of literary spirit and charm, stabilized the inner landscape.

Just looking at the exhausted literary spirit and charm, I can't help feeling a pity in my heart.

But after thinking about it, they are all things outside the body. If they are gone, they can be accumulated. The Confucian temple with the inner landscape is the foundation of the body, and there must be no loss.

Xiaoqian was very happy to be able to go out to play with the young master tonight, but there was still a rare smile on her white face.Girls have never put on makeup, and they probably don't, and they are naturally beautiful, and they don't need it.

The thick and black waist-length hair hangs down directly; the bangs are quite long, almost covering the eyelids; although the dark circles under the eyes are not as deep as before, there are still traces of light blue, which looks lazy and bored, as if It's as if I can't lift my spirits for anything.

This image is just like a world-weary house girl.

However, she is still different, at least she can go out to buy vegetables every day, and she can cook. She is very good at cooking and is an excellent maid.

Chen Jin felt very satisfied with her, so he rewarded her with a bunch of candied haws.

Xiaoqian likes to eat two gourds at a time, stuffing her mouth full and her cheeks bulging.

The two stopped and went, their footsteps were not slow, from the West Market to the East Market, and finally to the Central Market. At this time, it was almost midnight, but the bustle of the market remained unabated, with crowds coming and going, bustling.

"Wow!"

Suddenly there was a horrified gasp.

It turned out that it was an art booth.

There are various ways of performing on the street, such as dancing knives and guns, spitting fire and swallowing knives.

The stall in front of it is quite astonishing: beheading!

Cut off the head, and then put it back on, it is still alive and kicking.

The two performers should be grandparents and grandchildren. The grandfather carried a broad-backed long knife, and the grandson was about twelve or thirteen years old. He was cute and cute, and was responsible for being beheaded.

Such an image can bring great empathy to the audience.

When the sharp blade fell, the blood splattered, and the head fell to the ground, people were all agitated by it; but after picking up the head, their eyes opened, and the person came back to life, immediately winning the applause and applause of the crowd, and the copper coins that were rewarded were thrown away. ring.

Chen Jin stopped to watch for a while, and found that the technique of the other party's performance was mostly derived from "Continued Head" in Earth Sha Technique, and there may be "Branch".

However, the learning is relatively rough, and the core essence of Taoism is basically lost, leaving only the elements of performance.

In other words, the grandpa and grandson performing in front of them are not practitioners at all, but entertainers.

The tricks learned through hard work can only be used to please people and earn some rewards to support the family.

It is really embarrassing.

Chen Jin put a small piece of silver into the copper plate, and took Xiaoqian away.

Zhongshi is a vast place, and in the center stands a lamp building several feet high, covered with lanterns of various shapes, which is truly spectacular.

These lanterns are not just for looks. Under each lantern, there is a lai see, and there is a lantern riddle in the red envelope. Those who guess correctly can take off the corresponding lantern and take it to receive the prize.

There are many prizes, including lamps, wind chimes, masks, food...

The shooting scene is very interesting, and it is very popular among the literati. They are in groups, and there are female companions in the team. As long as they guess the answer, there will be cheers and cheers immediately, which is very lively.

"My lord, I like that."

Xiaoqian pointed to a mask on the wooden shelf and said.

It was a black and white ghost mask, not to mention how exquisite it was, but it also had a strange charm.

Chen Jin said, "I'll try it."

He strode forward, asked about the relevant rules, and then came to the bottom of the lamp tower.

It was getting late, and the lanterns hanging below with relatively easy puzzles were basically taken off. The remaining ones above were all difficult, and many people were standing around thinking hard.

"Brother Conservation, what a coincidence."

While speaking, Wang Yubao stepped forward surrounded by a group of literati.

Chen Jin made a salute: "So it's Brother Wang."

Wang Yubao smiled and said, "I sent someone to send you an invitation card to invite you to participate in the Lantern Festival Poetry Fair, but you didn't come."

Chen Jin replied: "I have little talent and learning, so I won't make a fool of myself."

"Hehe, brother Shouheng, why should you be humble?"

After the greetings, Wang Yubao began to introduce.

Knowing that this person is the "Girl of Gradually Broadening the Belt" and "Mr. Tianya Fangcao" who had made their mark years ago, their gazes immediately fell on Chen Jin, and several of them were from girls who wear men's clothing.

When they make men's clothing, they just go for a formality, with their hair tied around their waists, their fronts and backs curled up, and they don't hide it at all.

This group of men and women are the backbone staff of Wang's Poetry Club. They came out to gather tonight, went boating on the river, recited poems and wrote poems. They were very happy.

After finishing the poems, he proposed to go ashore to guess lantern riddles, so he came to Zhongshi Lantern House and met Chen Jin.

Chen Jin's two "Butterfly Love Flowers" are written in different ages, one is dedicated and lingering, and the other is open-minded and interesting. They can be called masterpieces and have been widely circulated.Especially the former is the most lethal to a ladylike girl.

Which girl is not pregnant?
Which girl doesn't want to have an affectionate man who "will never regret his belt gradually getting wider"?
Now they finally saw the real Chen Jin, with a handsome face and a tall body, which was the ideal appearance of Mr. Ruyi.

The only shortcoming is probably that he came from a weak background, from the south of the Five Ridges, and was an orphan.

These ladies from all over the world have been instilled with the idea that they belong to the same family. Chen Jin's current situation, even if he writes good poems, is not worthy of them.

Unless married.

However, Chen Jin is still young, if he can enter the school in the future, or even pass the Jinshi examination, then he will be considered as a straight up career and has the qualifications of a spouse.

How did Chen Jin know that these girls thought so much when they met each other?Even if you know, you won't care.

Wang Yubao said again: "Brother Shouheng didn't come to the poetry meeting. It's a great pity. If you were here, I would definitely be able to produce another excellent work tonight."

Several people around him echoed, "Yes."

"How can there be no good words for the Lantern Festival?"

"Even if Brother Chen doesn't come to the poetry meeting, he can compose a poem right now, which will open our eyes."

Amidst the yelling, Chen Jin realized that these so-called literati were really boring.

Or maybe it's not boring, but intentional eccentricity.

After all, Wen Wu Er, Chen Jin is still an outsider, so it's not easy to get the approval of local talents?

If Chen Jin is interested and takes the initiative to come over, he can play with him.However, Chen Jin didn't know how to flatter him, and refused to come even though he sent invitations. Isn't this looking for confrontation?

As a result, everyone has no good impression of him.

It's just that when literati speak, they are used to hiding needles in the cotton, and they don't directly speak ill of each other.

Chen Jin said calmly, "I'm just here to guess the lantern riddles."

As he said, he took down a lantern and took out a puzzle to see: Two shapes and one body, four branches and eight heads, five eight one eight, flying springs and flowing upwards.

After a little thought, he guessed the answer, took it over there, quickly exchanged the ghost mask, and handed it to Xiaoqian.

Xiaoqian took it happily: "Thank you, my lord."

He put it on for himself without any hassle, and asked, "My lord, does it look good?"

Chen Jin praised: "It's pretty good-looking, and it's a perfect match for you."

Turning around and cupping his hands towards Wang Yubao: "Brother Wang, it's getting late, take your leave."

Wang Yubao replied, "It's easy to say."

The tall and thin scribe next to him didn't want to let Chen Jin go, and suddenly shouted: "Brother Chen, since you are good at poetry, we have written nine poems tonight. Please take a look and comment on it." One or two, give me some advice?"

"Comments" are just polite rhetoric, and in the current situation, it is obvious that they are deliberately trying to squeeze people out.

Chen Jin is not old, his name is not obvious, and his family background is not high, so he is not qualified to comment at all.

The tall and thin scribe took advantage of this to prevent Chen Jin from stepping down.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin chuckled: "Really? Then I really want to take a look and see what it looks like."

The tall and thin scribe was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Wang Yubao.

With a calm face, Wang Yubao took out a stack of manuscript paper.

In each poetry meeting, in order to promote competition, some prizes are often set up, and the works written by the participating members are selected, and the best ones are rewarded.

It's interesting to do this.

Human beings, whether they are literati or traffickers, like to rank and select lists, even if they have nothing to do with them, they still feel that they can participate in it.

It is an honor for the Poetry Society to collect these poems and articles if they are well written.

Wang Yubao is the president of Wang's Poetry Club, and he organizes and keeps these works.

Chen Jin took it indifferently, looking at each piece.He read it quickly, and finished it in a while.

To be honest, as a large local poetry club in Jiangzhou, the members of Wang's Poetry Club all have certain poetic talents and can write qualified poems.

But that's about it.

Because the Poetry Club stipulates that group poetry clubs like this do not accept old works, only new ones, and often write questions on the spot, requiring impromptu lyrics, similar to the imperial examinations.

In this way, urgent talents are needed, and the difficulty factor for writing a masterpiece, let alone a masterpiece, soars.

The tall and thin scribe looked at him coldly: "Brother Chen, you've finished reading it all, what do you think?"

"It's okay."

Chen Jin only replied two words, and the comment was perfunctory, saving face.

The tall and thin scribe was even more displeased: "Brother Chen said 'fair', that is barely passable. According to what you mean, there must be a masterpiece of 'pretty good', so you might as well show it for everyone to see, let everyone see it. We also comment on one or two."

"That's it!"

"A good work should be shared, how can it be shelved?"

There was another echo.

Everyone thought that no matter what, Chen Jin would make a fool of himself in public and stumble, so as to kill his spirit.

Reviews, who wouldn't?
It's even easier to pick out the flaws in a poem. If you catch a word or two at random, you can make Chen Jin feel ashamed.

Wang Yubao said with a smile: "Speaking of which, I really look forward to Brother Shouheng's third good poem, and I really want to feast my eyes on it."

His demeanor looked very sincere and full of expectation.

Xiaoqian Bingxue is smart, she has already heard the intention of everyone to embarrass the young master, and anger flashed on her face under the ghost mask.

But Chen Jin said with a smile: "Since everyone wants to see it, I'm sorry, there is a song."

The tall and thin scribe waited for his words, clapped his palms excitedly, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, friends, 'The Belt is Getting Wider' is here."

The shout immediately startled the lantern riddle guessers all around, and gathered around to see what happened.

The tall and thin scribe said loudly: "My friends, you must have heard of the name 'Girl Belt Gradually Wider', it's just like thunder. Now, everyone is blessed. On this Lantern Festival, there is a wonderful poem by Garb Gradually Wider Dedicated, for everyone to appreciate."

This guy is well versed in the routine of raising Chen Jin first and then lowering it. First, he will praise Chen Jin high, and when he will be smashed, he will fall even harder.

"it is good!"

The passers-by didn't know why, they only heard good words, and they immediately came to join in the cheers.

Stirring up all the emotions, the tall and thin scribe was overjoyed and made a gesture: "Brother Chen, please!"

Wang Yubao suddenly said: "Since you want to write lyrics, why don't you move the desk and prepare the four treasures of the study?"

The tall and thin scribe suddenly said: "Brother Yu Bao is right, I'll get it right away."

"no need."

Chen Jin stopped him: "I can dictate this poem."

Wang Yubao said: "Even if you dictate, someone has to take notes, so we can't neglect it."

"Yes, as it should."

The tall and thin scribe went to the steward of the lighthouse, directly identified himself, and soon brought the desk and the four treasures of the study, etc., for him to write in person.

Chen Jin looked at him, and said with a half-smile: "I just saw many masterpieces of your poetry society, and it seems that they are all about Lantern Festival."

The tall and thin scribe replied, "Exactly."

Next to him, Wang Yubao explained: "Brother Shouheng, this is the topic of this club tonight... Hehe, during the Lantern Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Chongyang Festival and other seasons, most of the propositions of the poetry meetings held by the poetry club are in line with the solar terms, so they can be regarded as expressing the theme. If you can’t write poems about ascending the heights during the Lantern Festival, it would be inappropriate.”

Chen Jin nodded: "That's the reason. So, what I'm going to do now has to fit the theme of the Lantern Festival?"

"It's best to be like this. Speaking of it, in the past ten years, so many Lantern Festivals have passed, and there are countless related poems and articles, but none of them can be called masterpieces and spread. It's a pity. I hereby hope that Brother Shou Heng can write masterpieces to make up for this shortcoming and gain a reputation in the literary world of Zhuangjiang Prefecture."

Wang Yubao's words raised Chen Jin's expectations for writing lyrics tonight to a higher point, which can be called a ridiculously high "high hat".

Who is Chen Jin?Why does the responsibility for "Zhuangjiang Prefecture's literary reputation" fall on him?

This is far too overreaching.

If these remarks are spread, people outside who don't know the truth, no matter whether Chen Jin said it himself or not, will put it on Chen Jin's head.

In this situation, if he can't write a good poem for the Lantern Festival, he will become a laughing stock.

The passers-by heard something was wrong at this time, but they became even more excited, with a pair of faces.

Chen Jin's face was still as calm as water, and he opened his mouth to chant without thinking...

　On the last day of July, I kept it full time, and breathed a sigh of relief, at least I didn't have to eat dirt...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)